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“Grant you a seat on the council we will,” Yoda said, but was prevented from speaking further when the air in the room seemed to rip apart as three figures appeared in the council chamber. Obi- Wan was on his feet with his lightsaber out before his brain properly registered the scene in front of him.
One boy, on the ground, clearly injured. One black clad something, missing an arm, raising a shriveled prune of a man over his head. The old man was using Force Lightning, an extremely painful and powerful Sith technique. That… wasn’t good.
The black thing seemed to stumble, throwing the prune to the ground. The old man’s lightning cut off temporarily as bone cracked. None of the Jedi had moved yet. While the boy was clearly light and the old man clearly dark, the giant was murky at best. And through it all- they all seemed… familiar. And the old man was fighting the giant, not the boy. Anakin’s blade suddenly flew into the giant’s hand and he stabbed it directly into the old man’s face.
The old man was very, very dead.
Anakin was gaping, staring at his lightsaber, and if Obi-Wan knew the man at all he was feeling betrayed. Which was silly, it wasn’t the lighsaber’s fault. The giant turned from the dead man towards the boy and Obi-Wan tensed. “Luke,” he asked, “Are you all right?”
“I’ll live.” He said, slowly sitting up, looking rather confused. Which was fair. Obi-Wan was confused too.
The giant nodded again.
“Thanks.” The boy added. He looked around the room again, his gaze lingering on Yoda a second longer than the rest of them. He hesitated a moment before clambering all the way to his feet, looking around warily. “Father-“ he said, and Obi-Wan blinked again. “Where are we?”
Anakin was the first of the Jedi to find words. He raised a hand, calling his lightsaber back to him, pointing it at the intruders. “Who are you?” Anakin asked, “How’d you get here? Who was that Sith? What is even happening here? And why’d you steal my lightsaber?”
The Giant looked at Anakin for a moment and the sound of his mechanical breathing filled the air. It wasn’t steady- that didn’t seem like a good thing, for him at least.
“Jedi Council Chambers.” The giant finally said, “Before Order 66.”
“Order 66?” Anakin asked.
The giant was swaying on his feet. “Sidious- used the chips… clones… kill the Jedi.”
He would have collapsed then, except the boy, Luke, his son, was there, catching him, lowering him to the ground.
“We need a medic,” the boy said, looking up, straight at Obi-Wan.
“Who are you!” Anakin repeated, his lightsaber out and brandished in front of him pointing at the boy.
“Luke Skywalker,” the boy snapped, and Anakin’s eyes widened in confusion. “I’m Luke Skywalker and this is my father and we both need medical attention because Palpatine apparently has a thing with Force Lightning!”
Palpatine? Obi- Wan grabbed his comm and called for medical support before he could think better about it. He didn’t know what was going on, but he wasn’t going to let the man die- after all, he’d just killed a Sith Lord. Who’d apparently chopped off his hand?
Obi- Wan clipped his lightsaber back on his belt, stepping forward and kneeling by Luke and his father. The breathing was getting more and more off. “What does the suit do for him?” he asked. Medical would need to know so they could get him out of it- it was obviously damaged- and keep the man alive.
Luke looked a him, a mix of desperation and elation in his eyes. “No one really know?” he said, “He can fight just fine with it- it obviously helps him breathe and apparently he’s more machine than man now but other than that I don’t know.”
Obi-Wan wanted to ask how the boy didn’t know how his father’s life support suit worked, but it didn’t seem the best time.
“We’ll get him in first,” he said, “Then we’ll see about you. You said you got hit with lightning too?”
The boy nodded and Obi-Wan saw Anakin wincing. He’d had his experience with Force Lightning too.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan felt the Giant’s hand, the remaining one, latch around his wrist in a vice like grip. “Kenobi,” he said, voice obviously labored. “Not me. Save Luke.”
“We’ll save Luke,” Obi-Wan said.
The grip relaxed slightly, then, “No lava.”
The suit made it hard to figure out the man’s inflection but Obi-Wan could almost swear he was suspicious. “No lava.” He agreed, glancing at Luke to see if he knew what that was about. The boy looked as confused as he felt.
“Or sand.” The giant added.
“No sand either.” Obi-Wan promised.
The giant let go just as the medical team arrived.