Grim skidded to a stop, her eyes laying on the fight that had distracted the stormtroopers. Darth Vader and Obi-Wan Kenobi were fighting. She knew this would happen and she knew she could not save him. Her entire body froze, and she knew Luke was watching too.

Obi-Wan turned his head and saw them: Luke, Leia, and Grim. He smiled at them.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Instead through their bond in the Force she reached out. “Dad, please don’t do this.”

She could feel him send her comfort in the Force. Like he used to do when she was a Padawan - which she felt like all over again. “You’ll be okay without me, Grim.”

Before she could move - before she could even protest - Vader’s lightsaber moved - yet before it hit him, Obi-Wan faded away into the Force. Only leaving behind his cloak and lightsaber.

She didn’t think. She didn’t think about how Obi-Wan sacrificed himself for them, or the fact that Vader’s lightsaber had never made contact. All she could think was that Darth Vader had killed her father.

Anger filled her. Red hot blinding anger. The kind of anger she hadn’t felt since she had seen the ruins of the Jedi Temple nearly twenty years ago. The light seemed to have gone out from the galaxy now that Obi-Wan was dead. Luke and Leia were there, that was true, but at that moment she did not feel them. And for this dark moment - the light had gone from her as well.

Grim reached out with the Force and Obi-Wan’s lightsaber came flying into her hand. She ignited the blue blade and switched it into the reverse grip. She activated her own lightsaber next, and then - not caring of the consequences - she leapt up to attack Darth Vader.

Tears blurred her vision as much as her anger blinded her mind. How was she supposed to go on without Obi-Wan? Sure she had been without him for the last sixteen years, but he had been alive. And she was able to reach out and feel him if she wanted to, now she couldn't.

This anger and grief swirled together, and all the lessons she had learned in all the years she had been a Jedi almost faded away. Her beacon of light was gone. She had watched him get murdered.

Grim knew better, of course she did. She was a Jedi Knight. But this did not change the fact that the light was gone. For just a moment it did not matter.

The doors were closing, they were about to separate Grim from Vader, but that would not stop her. As the doors shut, her lightsaber made contact. She turned Obi-Wan’s around in her hand and used the two weapons to cut open a hole for her to enter. The yelling of her allies went unheard.

She had failed this task nineteen years ago. She likely would fail now, but it wouldn’t stop her. She knew only that Vader had to pay. Her usual insults died on her tongue thinking about who her Master had died to protect. How he had died to protect Luke and Leia, the future of the Jedi, and of the galaxy as a whole.

Vader turned around when he sensed her. As he did she saw he was holding Obi-Wan’s cloak. How dare he? He had no right to it. Not after he killed the man. Not after he had betrayed him nineteen years earlier. He ignited his lightsaber. “The death of Kenobi and Kennet on the same day, this surely will be one to remember,” he said.

Grim gripped the lightsabers in her hands tighter. “You’re mistaken if you believe that, Darth,” she replied. Even her usual taunts of “Skywalker” and “Vaderkin” seemed to hold too much for the man who had just killed Obi-Wan.

Vader tossed Kenobi’s cloak aside. Any grief or regret he felt for killing their shared Master was unseen. He made the first move.

Grim blocked with both blades.

Their dance began.

Luke, Leia, and Han had likely escaped by now. That didn’t bother her - she had brought her own ship - and could escape on it too.

But she would not get distracted by these thoughts. Her focus was on Vader.

Grim did not usually use two lightsabers, but she was skilled in jar’kai. She had learned the form with the purpose of using Obi-Wan’s lightsaber whenever he dropped it rather than returning the weapon to him. She guessed this was the last time she would do so - for now the owner of the weapon had been killed.

Vader’s suit slowed him down. He was no longer as agile as he once was when he went by Anakin Skywalker - before he had betrayed everyone. She used this to her advantage. She was quick, and she knew how to conserve her energy in battle.

Grim used to use Soresu, but since the Empire her form had changed to Ataru. Now - almost as an homage to her fallen Master - she went back to Soresu. She focused on defense. Although she had begun this fight with the intention of striking Vader down.

She realized in the middle of this fight - that in doing this she was not honoring her Master - there was no honor in revenge. The real reason she had begun this fight was just that - revenge. Something that was far from the Jedi way.

She thought she had learned better. Last time she sought revenge against Darth Vader for killing her family it had cost her her arm.

As Vader attacked she jumped backwards. She moved the fight back to where it had begun. Making her way back to the hangar, without turning her back to him. As he attacked, she stepped back. Driving the fight back so she could escape.

Vader caught on to her tactics. He struck down, and their lightsabers crashed together. Vader’s weight pushed Grim closer to the floor, even as she used both lightsabers to block. She tried to stand her ground, but Vader pushed forwards, and she felt herself beginning to crumble. She couldn’t allow that, he would kill her.

She deactivated Obi-Wan’s lightsaber, now blocking with only her own. Then she lifted it further up and ignited the weapon again, slicing his chestplate. She deactivated both lightsabers and rolled backwards, as he stumbled back wheezing.

She realized she must have damaged his life support system. Using the Force she grabbed Obi-Wan’s cloak and tossed it over her armor. She looked at Vader, who was furious. His breathing was damaged, and she knew he was weakened. She had two choices at that moment as she just stared at him. Now that he was hurt she thought of the memories they shared. A long time ago he had been her brother. Somehow - even after killing Obi-Wan - she still saw him as one.

“Leave Grim.” Obi-Wan’s voice echoed. “You can’t kill him, go now.”

Vader was still approaching her. Slower. Injured.

Grim felt her grip on the lightsabers tighten. Then she relaxed and clipped both weapons to her utility belt. “Some other time, Skywalker,” she said. She gave him a mock salute, and ran off, jumping in her ship as she ignored the stormtroopers that fired after her.

She flew from the Death Star’s hangar as TIE-Fighters pursued her.

“Luna, fly the ship! I’ve got the guns!” Grim called.

“Finally!” Luna called as she rolled over to the controls. Grim ran to the guns and began to take down the TIE-Fighters.

She preferred combat on the ground rather than in space or in the atmosphere of a planet. She was a skilled pilot, and was good enough in aerial combat, however it wasn’t the same. She worked to take care of the enemy fighters as quickly as possible. The others had already gotten a head start , and she had to be there in time for the Battle of Yavin.

When the jump to hyperspace was made, Grim let out a sigh of relief. She left the gunner and went down to the larger space in her ship where she could relax until Yavin.

She took a seat on her couch and unclipped Obi-Wan’s lightsaber from her belt. She closed her eyes, and began to cry. She could hardly believe that he was gone. She wrapped herself in his cloak and just sat there with his lightsaber in her hands.

“This weapon is your life,” she choked out. “Don’t lose it.”

When they had met twenty-two years ago, he had dropped his lightsaber mere minutes after saving her, and he had almost been killed by a battle droid. She had seen this, and had picked up his weapon and wielded it to save him. After that; she became his Padawan.

And for three years they had fought together, Kenobi and Kennet, the Master-Padawan duo that always seemed to be the cause of some anger for Sith Lords. They had gone through so much together, and whenever Grim was lost, he guided her back to the light.

When the Jedi were betrayed, and when she almost gave into hopelessness, he had been her hope. He had been the reason she fought to survive Order 66, despite how she had almost let herself die.

When she had said those awful things to him and Yoda at the Jedi Temple upon seeing what Anakin had done to them, he had still tried to comfort her. He had still tried to help her.

On Mustafar when she had lost her arm, he had supported her throughout the battle, despite how much harder it made it to fight Anakin. When she had almost fallen into the lava he had caught her and saved her.

And even when she had failed everyone, he, alongside Yoda, had knighted her. He had forgiven her, and welcomed her to stay with him until she could find herself again.

On Tatooine, when they couldn’t be themselves, there was still truth to their story. She was his daughter, and he was her father. They had admitted to how they had seen each other during The Clone Wars, and turned it into their cover story. Rue and Ben Kenobi.

And on The Death Star, he had shown no signs of being upset at her for lying about Anakin. For leaving without telling him goodbye. When she had apologized to him, he had apologized back.

They had gone through so much pain together and apart. At times they were the only ones who could understand what it was the other was going through. They had their own, individual pain, that neither would fully know or understand, but they had each other.

They had each other through their nightmares, through their traumas, through their darkest moments, and they had been there for each other. Until Grim had left, abandoning him to his grief in the middle of the night.

And they had reunited, but he had left.

Now, she was alone again. She had no Master.

And there was someone else without a Master, someone who wasn’t a Jedi Knight. There was someone else, who had just lost everything and brought into a war that until recently wasn’t his own.

She opened her eyes and looked at the lightsaber in her hand. “Damnit, Kenobi.” She laughed shakily as tears fell down her face. “You sure have your ways of getting your former Padawans to train Padawans of their own.”

Luke Skywalker was also without a Master, but not for long.