#So I also know the deadline for the topwan fest and secret santa are coming up

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Wip Wednesday | Obikin Big Bang Finale

Upcoming Saturday, November 23rd, I'll post my Obikin Big Bang. So, this is the final Wip Wednesday for my Big Bang project.

If you're curious about the Rako Hardeen fic, I'm working on the last one or two chapters. I was tasked with organizing several things at my job, so I had very little time to write. However, the last part is in progress, and I will post it next week.

Without further ado, here it is, the very first few paragraphs:

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Mind still reeling, Anakin climbed out of his shuttle, stumbling when his foot caught behind a latch. Although the Chancellor's admission hadn't been a physical blow, the confession had messed with his sense of balance, rendering him disoriented. Anakin was reminded of a concussion he had sustained when the Clone Wars had just begun, which seemed a lifetime ago.

Stress warred with dehydration and sleep deprivation, pulling his mind in all directions during the few seconds he could string coherent thoughts together. Then, nausea would sweep over him like a nasty bout of space sickness, washing those singular moments of faux clarity away. His near-constant headache had centered behind his right eye, both eyes stinging like the putrid stench of burning circuit boards on the Invisible Hand still clung to him. His thoughts spiraled out of control, too slippery to control, while Anakin needed control. Fear held him in a cold grip, tightening around the essence of his identity until something cracked forebodingly.

What was he supposed to do?

Due to the war, few Masters were left in the temple, and even then… who would believe the news that Anakin couldn't wrap his mind around himself? His standing in the Order was rocky, the distance between him and the rest of the Order widening into a chasm Anakin couldn't cross when the Chancellor had granted him a seat on the Council as representative.

The memory of the Council's announcement made his stomach burn with humiliation.

Anakin tripped over his feet.

But it's what you wanted, Obi-Wan's voice echoed in his mind. Your friendship with Chancellor Palpatine seems to have paid off.

Anakin's stomach lurched, the memories of their argument painting a damning picture.

During their argument, Anakin had told Obi-Wan his loyalties lay with the Chancellor. The Chancellor had given him a seat on the Council -- forced the Council's hand. Back then, Anakin had been so honored and ridiculously proud that the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic trusted him. Now, however, his arrogance made bile rise in his throat.

Would the Order believe that Anakin didn't… that he wasn't… Swallowing around the rising panic and bile, Anakin ran deeper into the temple's hangars.

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