HP:Lost and longing

The discussion immediately stopped when all three Jedi felt it at the same time.

Obi-Wan leaned his weight forward against the table as he felt the wave of the Force. For just a moment it was like his senses were all opened wide. More than anything he sensed the emotions from the Force users around him. He could sense distress in those most sensitive or unprepared as they tried to cope with it.

He fell to his knees and held his hand to his head trying to brace himself from the sensory overload.

Anakin Skywalker wasn't much better off.

He had been barely paying attention as they discussed strategy with one of the troopers. His thoughts were elsewhere so he was only barely staying aware, occasionally nodding or murmuring his agreement as the other two Jedi Masters carried the conversations.

His mind was in two different places, neither of which was with the concern over the trade routes near Sullust. He was worried about his errant Padawan, he still couldn't think of her as anything else. He knew she was still upset with the Order but he had believed she was going to return sooner rather than later.

He wondered where she was and what she was doing and most of all if she was safe. He had almost disobeyed the council to go off on his own searching for her.

He was frustrated with the Council for sending Aayla Secura off to get her. He didn't have anything against the Jedi Master.

He was just better.

A point highlighted when she'd gotten her Jedi fighter blown up. He would argue that he was the best suited for this mission. Not only at surviving but also best equipped at finding her.

He had only been talked down by Padme, who managed to talk sense into him despite her own concern for the girl. However even Padme could not talk him down from wanting to confront this Force-using bounty hunter and pull Ahsoka away from his influence.

He trusted Ahsoka, but he also knew the Trial had probably destroyed her equilibrium. It was probably why she fell in so easily with this Harry person.

But even that was now secondary to his other thoughts. He was currently stewing and nearly as angry as he had ever been. The only other time he could remember feeling even close to this amount of anger was when his Mother had been killed.

Just yesterday, the Chancellor had given him the most fantastic news. He was naming Anakin as his personal representative on the Jedi Council. Anakin had been overwhelmed at the news. He hadn't told anyone, but when his padawan had left the Order, his thoughts of becoming a Master had been set back years. He knew no one would say it to his face but he was aware of several other masters and Jedi had been pleased at his sudden bout of misfortune.

This news suddenly lifted him back up. Chancellor Palpatine had trusted him. Not only that, but he had expressed some concerns about the Order that Anakin himself had thought before. He had pointed out that the Order needed him. Given how many casualties and deaths the Order had experienced in this long war, Anakin couldn't argue. They did need him.

However when it had been presented to the Council, they had rebelled … sort of. He wasn't sure who it was who made the decision but he thought it was likely to be Mace Windu who had made little secret of his wariness of Anakin. The council had allowed him on the High Council but had denied him the title of Master.

It had never been done in history and was a blatant slap in the face. Anakin was on the Jedi High Council, and wasn't even given the appropriate title of Master. A title he felt he had rightly earned. The Chancellor had been right, they were being petty and jealous of his ability and his fame. Then to add insult to injury, the Council had the gall to ask him to spy on the Chancellor. As if that was the only reason they allowed him on the Council. Even his former Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi was in on it as he had been the one to approach him with the assignment. One the Order did not even want to have a record of. Apparently Palpatine was right and there were some Masters who clearly felt they were above the Republic and the man who had guided the Republic through the tumultuous times during the war.

Anakin had no idea how to tell the Chancellor, someone he considered a mentor and friend that he had been instructed to spy on him.

These thoughts had distracted Anakin from the conversation Obi-Wan and Plo Koon were having. But that train of thought was shattered out of nowhere, when he felt a wave in the Force. A disturbance far more powerful than anything he'd ever experienced, causing him to stagger, and only managed to keep from falling to his knees like Obi-Wan by bracing himself on a nearby wall as wave after wave of power washed over him.

He had no understanding or comprehension of what it was, even as he staggered toward the other two Master's to check on them in the event that it was some sort of attack even though it didn't feel that way.

His entire body was on sensory overload, Anakin would struggle to put it into words, but it was suddenly like everything was more. He could sense things all around him and was suddenly awash in feelings, and Force currents. It was as if the entire Force had come alive. A small part of Anakin felt like he recognized the feeling … like some long forgotten memory he couldn't place.

Count Dooku was onboard a command ship he and had just set down to a richly prepared dinner. The centerpiece of the meal was a piece of Moonglow, prepared on Coruscant, and actually flown through the blockade to arrive on his plate. The fruit itself cost enough credits to feed a family for a year, and the cost to ship it after it had been properly prepared by a trained Moonglow Chef was easily twenty times that.

He had just taken the first bite with slow relish and suddenly started choking as the food went down the wrong pipe because of the sudden jerk of his body as he felt the wave of Force wash over him. He pounded his fist on the table as he alternatively coughed to try and dislodge the offending morsel and gasped desperately for breath, finally managing to spit the offending morsel across the table and take in several deep lungfuls of air.

Even as he heaved for breath, he tried to make sense of this giant detonation in the Force. It was profound in its scope, and Dooku fancied that he could practically feel its judgment descending upon him and finding him wanting.

It was only a few moments after the Force wave ended that he pushed away from the table, intent on getting in contact with his Master immediately.

Whatever it was that had caused such a thing, whether it was a Sith weapon such as the Force Harvester, or a being or beings of such power. They would need to be claimed and utilized by the Sith or destroyed. He needed to find out what his Master knew. He had made no mention of it and wondered what that might mean.

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