Star Wars fic: "Queen's Gambit" (19: A Madness of Angels)

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Queen's Gambit (193119 words) by bedlamsbard
Chapters: 20/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Dooku (Star Wars), Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Mace Windu, Yoda, Bail Organa, Ahsoka Tano, Quinlan Vos, Barriss Offee, Plo Koon
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Parallel Universes
Series: Part 2 of Ouroboros
Summary:

Civil war threatens the galaxy. Hundreds of star systems have declared their intentions to leave the Republic and form a Confederacy of Independent Systems.

In the hopes of securing a quick peace, the Jedi Council has dispatched two Jedi to capture or kill the leaders of the separatist movement, Queen Amidala of Naboo and her lover, the former Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Into this period of conflict have come four refugees from another universe, fleeing a devastating massacre triggered by the death of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, secretly the Sith lord Darth Sidious, at the hands of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker…

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“It is time,” Plo Koon said.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, straightening slowly up to his feet. It had been a long time since he had spent a full night in meditation – not quite as long as it had been since he had left the Order, but a very long time nonetheless.

The chamber he was in was small, decorated in the elaborate knotwork patterns the Jedi of four thousand years ago had favored when rebuilding the Temple after the Sacking of Coruscant. A stained glass window above him let in the first light of dawn, placed so that it shone down directly upon the center of the room, where the patterns in the floor met in an unending plaited circle. Obi-Wan stood precisely in the middle of it.

Directly in front of him was a pair of closed double doors, plain and undecorated. Even looking at them made Obi-Wan shudder, though he did his best to conceal it.

He spread his arms as Tholme tapped a finger against the back of his wrist. The two masters garbed him in the traditional robes of the Jedi Order, plain linen and raw silk undyed and nearly colorless. Obi-Wan had been in robes, or mostly in robes, since he had been taken prisoner on the Saak’ak, but somehow this felt different. It felt like giving up.

Qui-Gon should have been here.