Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace (star wars)
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"One life ends and a new one begins in the Jedi order," he murmured, almost to himself.
Yoda hunched forward, leaning on his gnarled staff, and shook his head. "Not so sure of this one as ofQui-Gon, do I feel. Troubled, he is. Wrapped in shadows and difficult choices."
Mace Windu nodded. He knew Yoda's feelings on the matter, but the Council had made its decision. "Obi-Wan will do a good job with him," he said, shifting the subject. "Qui-Gon was right. He is ready."
They knew of what the young Padawan had done to save himself from the Sith Lord in the melting pit after Qui-Gon had been struck down. It took an act of extraordinary courage and strength of will. Only a Jedi Knight fully in tune with the Force could have saved himself against such an adversary. Obi-Wan Kenobi had proved himself beyond everyone's expectations that day.
"Ready this time, he was," Yoda acknowledged grudgingly. "Ready to train the boy, he may not be."
"Defeating a Sith Lord in combat is a strong test of his readiness for anything," the Council leader pressed. His eyes stayed with Obi-Wan and Anakin. "There is no doubt. The one who tested him was a Sith."
Yoda's sleepy eyes blinked. "Always two there are. No more, no less. A master and an apprentice."
Mace Windu nodded. "Then which one was destroyed, do you think-the master or the apprentice?"
They looked at each other now, but neither could provide an answer to the question.
That night Darth Sidious stood alone on a balconyoverlooking the city, a shadowy figure amid the multitude of twinkling lights, his visage dark and angry as he contemplated the loss of his apprentice. Years of training had gone into the preparation of Darth Maul as a Sith Lord. He had been more than the equal of the Jedi Knights he had faced and should have been able to defeat them easily. It was bad luck and chance that had led to his death, a combintion that even the power of the dark side could. not always overcome.
Not in the short run, at least.
His brow furrowed. It would be necessary to replace Darth Maul. He would need to train another apprentice. Such a one would not be easy to find.
Darth Sidious walked to the railing and put his hands on the cool metal. One thing was certain. Those responsible for killing Darth Maul would be held accountable. Those who had opposed him would not be forgotten. All would be made to pay.
His eyes glittered. Still, he had gotten what he wanted most from this business. Even the loss of Darth Maul was worth that. He would bide his time. He would wait for his hance. He would lay the groundwork for what was needed.
A smile played across his thin lips. A day of reckoning would come about soon enough.
There was a grand parade the following day to publicly recognize the newfound alliance of the Naboo and Gungan peoples, to celebrate their hard- fought victory over the Trade Federation invaders, and to honor those who had fought to secure the planet's freedom. Crowds lined the streets ofTheed as columns of Gungan warriors astride kaadu and Naboo soldiers aboard speeders rode through the city to the sounds of cheering and singing. Fambaa lumbered down the avenues, draped in rich silks and embroidered harnesses, heads weaving from side to side on long necks. Here and there, a captured Federation tank hovered amidst the marchers, Naboo and Gungan flags flying from cannons and hatchways. Jar Jar Binks and General Ceelled the Gungans, both riding their kaadu, Jar Jar managing to stay aboard this time for the entire parade, though he looked to those in attendance to be having a bit of trouble doing so.
Captain Panaka and the Queen's own guards stood at the top of the stone steps in the central plaza, watching the parade approach. Panaka's uniform was creased, metal insignia on his epaulets gleaming, proud and strong.
Anakin Skywalker stood with Obi-Wan Kenobi near the Queen. He was feeling out of place and embarrassed. He thought the parade wonderful, and he appreciated being honored with the others, but his mind was elsewhere.
It was with Qui-Gon, gone back into the Force.
It was with Padme, who had barely spoken to him since he had been accepted for training by the Jedi Council.
It was with his home, to which he might never return.
It was with his mother, whom he wished could see him now.
He wore the clothing of a Jedi Padawan, his hair cut short in the Padawan style, a student in training to become a Knight of the order. He had achieved all that he had hoped in coming with Qui-Gon to Coruscant and beyond. He should have been happy and satisfied, and he was. But his happiness and satisfaction were clouded by the sadness he could not banish at losing Qui-Gon and his mother both. They were lost to him in different ways, to be sure, but they were gone out of his life. Qui-Gon had provided the stability he required to leave his mother behind. With the Jedi Master's death, Anakin was left adrift. There was no one who could give him the grounding that Qui-Gon had provided-not Obi-Wan, not even Padme. One day, perhaps. One day, each of them would playa part in his life that would change him forever. He could sense that. But for now, when it mattered most, he felt all alone.
So he smiled, but he was sick in spirit and lost in his heart..
Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Obi-Wan reached over to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's the beginning of a new life for you, Anakin," he ventured.
The boy smiled back dutifully, but said nothing.
Obi-Wan looked off at the crowds in front of them. "Qui-Gon always disdained celebrations. But he understood the need for them, as well. I wonder what he would have made of this one."
Anakin shrugged.
The Jedi smiled. "He would have been proud to see you a part of it."
The boy looked at him. "Do you think so?"
"I do. Your mother would be proud of you as well."
Anakin's mouth tightened, and he looked away. "I wish she was here. I miss her."
The Jedi's hand tightened on his shoulder. "One day you will see her again. But when you do, you will be a Jedi Knight."
The parade wound through the central plaza to where the Queen and her guests viewed the procession. She stood with her handmaidens, Governor Sio Bibble, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, Boss Nass of the Gungans, and the twelve members of the Jedi Council. R2-D2 occupied a space just below the handmaidens and next to Anakin and Obi-Wan, domed head swiveling from side to side, lights blinking as his sensors took everything in.
R2 beeped at the boy, and Anakin touched the littledroid's shell gendy.
Boss Nass stepped forward and held the Globe of Peace high over his head. "Dis grand party!" an exuberant Jar Jar shouted above the noise of cheering and clapping. "Gungans and Naboo, dey be friends forever, hey?"
His enthusiasm made Anakin smile in spite of himself. The Gungan was dancing up and down, long ears flapping, gangly limbs twisting this way and that as he mounted the steps. Jar Jar would never let the bad things in life get him down, the boy thought. Maybe there was a lesson to be learned in that.
"We bombad heroes, Annie!" Jar Jar laughed, lifting his arms over his head and showing all his teeth.
The boy laughed. He guessed maybe they were.
On the broad avenue below, in a long, colorful ribbon of life, the parade that had carried them to this place and time continued on.
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