Obi-Wan's Master [Part 1]

Starting Notes:

Not sure why I'm just putting this now. Maybe I just want to clear out how tall the last three of Yoda's apprentices are.

But Yan Dooku's canon height when he was older is about 6 ft. 5' while Tord's height is 5 ft. 9'. Which is why, as much as Tord's older than the man by 22 years, the raven-haired Makashi Master is taller than him.

Then, out of the three former Padwans (Tord, Dooku, Cin) that Yoda has, Cin Drallig is the shortest being with a canon 5 ft. 7' in height. Tord's about 10 years older than the Jedi Battlemaster.

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A/N:

"Hey!" - said aloud

{"I hate them."} - thoughts

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"What do you mean that I'm not allowed to teach him!?" Yan Dooku all but shouted at his adoptive father while Tord watched the proceedings with an all too displeased look.

"Teach Obi-Wan, allowed are, none of the current Masters. Spoken has the Force, not yet is his time," a resigned look was on Yoda's face as he said this.

"But for an eleven-year-old he's already qualified to be taken off from the Initiate program and placed as a Padawan. Obi-Wan is already way beyond the level of that of his peers. He already has the qualifications. So, why is it not his time!?"

"Spoken has the Force, said I before," Yoda sighed out as his gimer stick tapped on the floor in emphasis and stared at the tall raven pacing about in the room.

"But—"

"Yan-Yan, drop it." Tord finally decided to butt in. Green gem-like eyes closed as the silvernette brought his knees to his chest and tried to make himself smaller as he sat on his former Master's standard sized white sofa.

"Tord?" Yan Dooku now asked in concern as he could visibly see his elder brother curling on himself as if it would make the decision about who would be teaching Obi-Wan go away.

"As much as I hate to say it, the Force has indeed chosen who would teach Obi," the silvernette admitted.

Sadness and resignation, even if the raven couldn't feel anything from the Force around Tord, Yan Dooku could sense what emotions his elder sibling had. His brother was doing his best to make his shields impenetrable but the way he held himself…

Yan then stopped his pacing and went to sit beside his brother. "Do you know who it is?"

A small depreciating laugh was then heard from Tord as he held his knees closer to him and allowed the contact when the raven then decided to pull him into his lap.

"Qui-Gon Jinn, saw him in a vision, I do. Become Obi-Wan's master, destined he is," Yoda answered.

And with those words Yan Dooku raged.

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{"Why? Why did it have to turn this way? I already changed much of Obi-Wan's life. I mean, he's already an Obelia for fuck's sake. But for my baby to still end up going to that monster's hands."}

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Tord knew that Fate should have given up its clutches on the boy with all that he has altered and yet his baby was suffering.

True, Obi-Wan was now thirteen and had been under Qui-Gon's care for several months. Nonetheless, the blonde opal eyed child would always be his baby.

For Qui-Gon to be so abusive on him. Tord himself never even raised his hand on Obi-Wan and yet this man did. More than enough times. The lapis lazuli eyed man had already made a dent on the blonde's personality and psyche by saying that the only value he (Obi-Wan) had was by being an expandable just like in his vision that had happened in Bandomeer. Then the boy was even made as an underwater mining slave for a few weeks because of the Bandomeer fiasco that Qui-Gon was part of. Which as much as all the healing spells Tord knew made the physical scars go away, a couple of mental ones remained.

With the time Obi-Wan spent with the man, Tord noticed how his son have become fearful of touch and generally shied away from people. In a sense, it was just daunting that not only Tord but also Yan Dooku had found the change problematic.

And now this.

Obi-Wan was now basically dying.

There was blood everywhere and Qui-Gon was just standing around. It was a passing Senior Padawan who had brought the boy to the Halls of Healing since the tall brunet was too caught up with the whole clusterfuck he caused. That being which his souvenir—a type of special fire plant from the last planet he went on a mission—ended up exploding and nearly taking down the Room of a Thousand Fountains along with a few the people in it.

Honestly it was a disaster.

Tord was watching his baby die and the Force screamed in sorrow, pain and death. It was telling Tord and everyone else to let go.

Healers were hastily milling about and trying to save everybody as fast as they could. Anyone who knows anything about Force Healing and could spare the energy to tend the wounded were helping the efforts. Yet, there were still people dying.

Obi-Wan was still dying since he was the one closest to the blast range and Qui-Gon, being the jerk that he was, had his thirteen-year-old Padawan plant the unresearched flora inside the Room of a Thousand Fountains while he flirted with miss Tahl just a hallway outside the area.

Then the explosion happened.

The results of it was horrifyingly deplorable.

Obi-Wan was found in a critical state. Opal eyes were closed as its owner bled with having the rest of his body nearly blown to pieces; both arms were gone, torso area heavily damaged, and the face nearly unrecognizable.

At such a sight, Tord felt like raging but a larger part of him felt like it was shocked into catatonia and was purposely being held back by the Force. At that moment, Tord was unable to do nothing else but watch and wait as much as he wanted nothing more but to storm in and use the different healing spells that he knows.

He was helpless and the silvernette hated it.

He hated the fact that with each second Obi-Wan's Force signature grew weaker and that Cin Drallig's supposedly supportive hold on him felt nothing else but shackles. Even with Yan Dooku was by his side and Yoda being not that far from him—soothing the wounded and those in pain—were barely keeping Tord from shutting down and being anxious for his son.

Then, when Obi-Wan finally flatlined and couldn't be brought back even with an hour of resuscitation and electrical exposure, Tord finally snapped.