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Anakin Skywalker isn’t certain what he’s feeling. On one hand, he’s upset that a senator had the gall to call Chancellor Palpatine incompetent. The man has done his best for the Republic for years. How could she say something like that?!
He’s seen the reports on the holonews, of course. He doesn’t think anyone in the Republic has missed the pictures of Senator Mandai with her arms stretched in the air, possibly former-Chancellor Palpatine gaping, and Jedi master Obi-Wan with a look of horrified confusion on his face. Anakin hasn’t seen Obi-Wan look like that before—he’s usually too good at remaining calm and straight-faced. If the situation wasn’t what it is, Anakin probably would’ve framed that picture.
As it is, Obi-Wan has locked himself in his apartment—the new one, the one where Anakin’s prints aren’t in the lock so he can’t get in—and won’t answer the door or any messages.
It’s so frustrating!
Especially since now people have started comming him instead of Obi-Wan. Even Padmé did!
Anakin isn’t sulking. He isn’t. Just because his wife commed him because she wanted to talk to Obi-Wan rather than him doesn’t mean he’s sulking or anything.
He’s not.
Okay, so he’s a bit put out. Who wouldn’t be?!
Commander Cody and the 212th have been discussion security rotations, they’re probably roping the 501st into too, Anakin would bet on it. Well, he wishes them luck. As if Obi-Wan would ever stand for having a security detail.
Anakin huffs and crosses his arms, tapping his foot on the floor.
Maybe he should go visit the Chancellor? Though… How much longer can Anakin even think of him like that? If the vote goes through, Chancellor Palpatine will just be… Mister Palpatine. That’s weird, really weird. Anakin doesn’t want to think about that.
Then again, the Chancellor is probably really busy, the whole Senate is probably really busy what with the upcoming vote. And if the Senate’s busy then Padmé’s probably really busy too. Though not too busy to try and comm Obi-Wan, apparently.
He’s not sulking!
He’s been by Obi-Wan’s apartment three times already and Obi-Wan refused to open the door, or even answer when Anakin calls his name through the door every single time. If he’s honest with himself, Anakin isn’t even sure Obi-Wan’s in there. For all he knows, Obi-Wan has jumped out his window and escaped into the bowels of the Temple, never to be seen again.
Okay, maybe that isn’t fair. Anakin knows that Obi-Wan is all about duty. There’s no way he would do that. Anakin even resents his utter dedication to duty sometimes. Maybe not even just sometimes. A lot, actually.
Anakin sighs and sits down on his bed. He picks up his comm and send another message to Obi-Wan. Can’t the stubborn man just answer already?!
Then his comm starts beeping with an in-coming call and Anakin nearly drops it in surprise. he fumbles with it for a few seconds before he finally manages to answer.
Unfortunately, the person calling isn’t the one he’d hoped for.
“Master Windu.” Anakin has gotten pretty good at keeping his voice level when talking to Master Windu… at least for a while.
“Knight Skywalker. I’m calling on the behalf of the Council.”
Oh boy.
“I see, what does the Council want with me?” Anakin hasn’t even done anything worthy of Council attention recently! Why in the core worlds would they be calling him now? Unless…
“Have you spoken to Master Kenobi in the last few hours?”
If he didn’t have to keep a straight face for the holo, Anakin’s sure his face would be split in a wide grin right now. Obi-Wan isn’t even answering calls for the Council. This might just be the best day in months!
“No, he’s not returning any calls. He refuses to open his door as well.”
There’s a pregnant pause. Anakin only barely refrains from fidgeting, he hates talking to Council members.
“I see. Thank you for the information, Knight Skywalker. Do call us if you manage to get in touch with your former master. We would very much like to speak with him.”
They say their goodbyes and then end the call. Anakin allows the smile spread on his face.
Obi-Wan is hiding from the Council! If he’d just talk to Anakin, this would be one of the best days of Anakin’s life.
All thoughts of Chancellor Palpatine are quickly forgotten, he needs to tell Padmé immediately.