Star Wars fic: "Wake the Storm" (7/9)

[bedlamsbard]

Wake the Storm (51238 words) by bedlamsbard
Chapters: 7/9
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Chewbacca, Lando Calrissian, Yoda, Padmé Amidala
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Crossover
Summary:

Considering that he had picked up what was probably a Sith artifact, promptly passed out in the middle of a war zone, and apparently woken up twenty years in the future with Obi-Wan having taken up residence in his head, Anakin thought he was entitled to have a few questions.

*

“Have you heard of the planet Mustafar, Master Kenobi?”

For no reason that he could think of, Obi-Wan’s throat clenched. A small glass figurine on an end table in one corner of the room picked itself up and smashed against the wall, making Obi-Wan and Palpatine both jump and stare at it.

“I –” Obi-Wan began, conscious of the ripples of the Force that meant he had caused it. Most Jedi younglings – and even a few padawans – were prone to uncontrolled bursts of Force energy in times of great emotion, but as a Master Obi-Wan should have been years beyond that.

“Blasted air traffic,” Palpatine said, waving a hand at the huge transparisteel window behind him. “Some of those transport speeders are so large that they make everything in a kilometer shake when they rattle by. This is hardly the first piece I’ve lost.”

Despite Yoda’s disapproving frown – and grateful, at the moment, that the Windu’s reception was so bad that Obi-Wan could barely tell he had a head, let alone an expression on it – Obi-Wan felt his shoulders relax. Even the non-Jedi who were familiar with the Force were seldom eager to ascribe it to events that could be explained by more conventional means.

“I’ll have a droid clean it up before my next visitor,” Palpatine said, misinterpreting Obi-Wan’s glass at the small pile of shattered blue glass. He remembered seeing the figurine before; an anthropomorphic representation of Peace. Quite aside from Obi-Wan’s control or lack thereof, its destruction wasn’t a good omen. “Mustafar, Master Kenobi?”