The Journal of a Master

After teasing the poor kitten, Obi-Wan sauntered to his workrooms, making sure she would be able to follow him.

He left the door open for her, so she could wander in, as well.

The main room looked like a gym, almost. The floor was carpeted with exercise-mats and there was some basic equipment such as weights against the walls.

He striped down to his waist, and began to do basic stretches. Yes, he was killing time before Max arrived...

He's in his room.

He's naked.

He's kneeling on his bed, arms raised above his head and chained to the ceiling.

Don't ask how he managed to get like that. He just did.

His eyes are downcast and the Sith is safely locked away really, really tightly.

Now, it's just a matter of time before she arrives.

When she does, she'll find all sorts of toys laid out for her to use.

And a trussed-up Obi-Wan.

Joy.

He's in his study.

He's cleared a spot on the wall and tacked up a piece of flimsi with a single word written on it.

Akarus.

He's throwing a kife at it, letting the thunk! of the blade sinking into the wall reverberate through him. Then he pulls it out and throws it again.

It's a fun game.

And lets anyone watching know what he truly thinks of that name.

...Have at it.

[after THIS]

As Obi-Wan steps out of Milliways, he's happy to note that only a couple of hours have passed and he's once more outside the cantina he had been trying to get into previously.

The darkened street held no secrets to the Sith-Jedi, as he pulls his hood closer around his face and headed out into the night, becoming one with the shadows.

*****

Back in his hideout, far from prying eyes and...

Wait, what? What planet is he on? How the hell should I know? I'm just the mun! And Obi-Wan doesn't trust me with this information. Something about me blabbing it to Other People. *shrugs* Don't look at me like that.

Anyhow...

Back in his hideout, far from prying eyes, he settles down to think about all that had happened to him. Here, in his Universe, nothing except a few hours had passed, yet he had spent a considerable amount of time inside that blasted Bar. He supposes that the only good thing that came out of it was gaining a Queen and, he hopes, a new disciple.

Both Padme and Sabe had great potential; Padme, as his Queen, would help him once the Sith eventually sought to rule the galaxy. Sabe would keep him grounded in all things, her unassuming manner and lack of great Force-sensitivity making her ideal as the Jedi's companion.

Yes, his time there had yielded much, but he still sought one more to add to his growing harem and that was Anakin Skywalker. Not the youth that had once vowed to kill him, no. But another, stronger Anakin, one who knew the Dark Side and knew what it was that could be taught. That one would take more time, however, if he ever managed to end up back in that Sith-forsaken place.

The beeping of his comm console jolted him from his deep meditation, which he hadn't realized he had sunk into. He padded over to the console and peered down at the blinking light. He punched a button and saw, to his amazement, that it wasn't a comm-call, but a message. A message that was from someone unexpected, but not unknown.

There is a bounty on Dooku, placed by an anonymous contact from the Commerce Guild. Skywalker is being sent to investigate and collect on it if he can. If you can beat him, it would be a great step towards your redemption.

Signed,
Your Temple Friend.

Hmm...such a lucrative prospect. And he knew that redemption in this case did not mean his reinstatement into the Order.

No, redemption meant no longer being branded 'traitor' and 'abomination'; it meant an acknowledgment of the former Jedi's status as merely another person in the galaxy and not an outcast. In short, it would redeem his name within the annals of the Jedi as merely another who had struck out on his or her own path. He would become one of the Lost Jedi.

And in turn he would forgo his plans at galactic domination.

After all, it was only fair.