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In this universe, there is a particular legend that if you harness the Dark Side of the Force, your Sith self takes over your being until you return back to the Light Side.
However, if you have no remorse for your actions when you utilized the Dark Side then your Sith self can become a separate entity.
This of course is just a legend, until Obi-wan Kenobi encounters a Sith named Vader.
Obi-wan has a peculiar problem.
True, he’s in his mid-thirties and still looks quite well for his age. Average height, strong build, and no gray hair in his auburn locks even though he had a hunch that if the Jedi didn’t stop Chancellor Palpatine before he orchestrated the Clone Wars then he knew he would have been sprouting gray left and right.
True, he’s the youngest member on the Jedi Council now that his former padawan, Anakin Skywalker, nicknamed ‘Chosen One’ from his former master, Qui-gon Jinn, who left the Order with his grandmaster, Yan Dooku, after they stopped Darth Sidious together, became a Jedi Knight.
And lastly, true, he’s still beloved by most due to his famous moniker, the Negotiator, which he exploits his clever tongue in both politics as well as flirtation attempts.
Nevertheless, his unique situation that is needling him at the moment is that he’s a 37 year old, virgin.
On a night of drinking with his former student, Obi-wan blunders a kept secret from his drunken, bearded lips.
‘I’ve never, actually, had my cherry popped,’ spoke Obi-wan in a hushed tone.
Anakin stared quizzically at his former master before he felt in their still intact Force Bond (even though it should have been dissolved after his Knighting) that the elder man was speaking the truth.
‘Well, I’ll be damned, Master. I’ve could have sworn you had sentients across the galaxy throw themselves at you,’ breathed the Jedi Knight before he burped.
The auburn-haired man portrayed his elevated eyebrow in disapproval for the younger’s crass behavior before he hiccupped out, ‘That’s true, in a way, but I never felt, that casual sex, was proper, or just a need, to relieve some sexual frustration.’
The dirty blonde-haired Jedi rubbed his chin in consideration and then remarked, ‘So, basically, you’re looking for someone who could be the, one. Never considered you to be old-fashioned Obi-wan.’
The Jedi Master squinted his blue-grey eyes in indignation from the comment that his former padawan just stated to grate out, ‘Well excuse me for lack of experience oh Chosen One! I can’t be like you who has Padme at your beck and call!’
The younger became agitated as well to sneer out, ‘Obi-wan, I’ve already told you, Padme and I are through. She divorced me at the drop of a hat, barely a few months in our secret marriage.’
Obi-wan still felt hurt from the former secret of his former padawan. He had actually walked in on them after they had already apprehended Palpatine, performing celebratory coitus in which the elder man couldn’t get over the fact that once he viewed the younger man pounding into the Naboo senator, he felt a pang of jealousy, as well as envy.
Anakin eventually sensed his former master and once he completed inside his former wife, he clothed himself with his Jedi robe to reveal his secret marriage to Padme to the elder man. Obi-wan knew he was going to someday forgive the younger for his transgressions against the Jedi Code, but the elder recognized that the reason for his conflicting emotions was that he was in love with his former student, and wished he was under Anakin as the younger kriffed into him.
Of course, that wouldn’t happen because the dirty blonde-haired young man wouldn’t find his former master attractive, or even think about making love to him because he was a 37 year old, virgin.
‘I remember,’ retorted bitterly by Obi-wan before he chugged the last of his spicebrew, paying his tab, and leaving the bar in a huff, causing Anakin to follow in pursuit after his former master.
‘Master! Wait up! I’m sorry okay,’ apologized the Jedi Knight into the wee hours of the waning night.
The elder man turned towards his former padawan with such anguish but held his chin upright to say, ‘I’ll always forgive you, dear one. It was just my mistake to tell you my guarded, shameful secret.’
Anakin blinked his azure eyelids (and Obi-wan blames his inebriated state-of-mind to believe that once the younger reopened them, they were molten gold) to puff out, ‘What if we could change it, Obi-wan?’
The Jedi Master barked a laugh, ‘I must be hallucinating. Anakin, please take us home back to the Temple so that I can pass the kriff out.’
The dirty blonde-haired young man sighs out, ‘Understood, old man.’
And that is where he is currently at the moment, at the Outlander, trying to get his “cherry popped” so to speak. He told himself if he had some experience, then he could build up his confidence when he finally admits his feelings to his former padawan.
“Drinking for one, or two?” asked an Outer Rim voice behind the Jedi Master as Obi-wan sat at the bar, sipping his Noonian Fixer.
The auburn-haired man puffed a giggle, “Surprisingly, it’s for one at the moment, but I would be amendable to two, given the right type of company.”
The Jedi Master swiveled his stool, taking stock of the specimen behind him. Beginning from the black boots to the musculature hidden behind black leather pants upon their lengthy legs to the chiseled sinew for their chest and arms that was shied away by black leather tabards similar to the Jedi style. One hand was covered with a black glove while the other showcased bronze skin. Their dirty blonde-haired curls reached to the tips of their tanned ears; their jaw was portrayed in a sideways smirk while their golden irises blinked in a smug but adoring way.
His former padawan did have a point that he was looking for the one; he just didn’t expect it to be a Sith!