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The Many Names of Peace

Summary:

The war is over. The Chancellor a necessary sacrifice for a Galaxy at Peace.

Now all Obi-Wan has to do is find that peace he's spent the past three years fighting for.

Small moments on the path towards healing, towards peace.

Notes:

At first this was just a really, really long one shot. And then I realized that the way it was set up wasn't actually all that much like a one-shot, and was instead a lot of small drabbles (some much smaller than others).

And with the rate I was going, I was just going to keep adding to the one-shot and then it would never get posted.

So instead you get lots of little snippets and drabbles, and eventually it will turn into something that's close to finished. Maybe?

Chapter 1: The Sacrifice that Ends the War

Chapter Text

"Was it not the Chancellor himself who spoke of the necessities of sacrifice to win this war?" One Senator asked, their voice raised above the angry yells that echoed through the Senate Rotunda.

Not everyone remembered what happened on Gyndine, but her Senator would never forget. An entire city destroyed to stop the Separatists, the Chancellor with his head bowed in a grief that the Senator had known the Chancellor did not feel, speaking of sacrifices and necessity.

"Perhaps we must consider that his sacrifice has now become a necessity."

The words were not enough to sway the entirety of the Senate, but soon other voices joined, fear swaying more and more. What was one life when balanced against the rest of the Republic?

The Chancellor had been captured by General Grievous, held captive by the Cyborg and the Count that held the Cyborg's leash.

The Chancellor trusted that he would be saved. It was just one more step in a far grander plan.

The Senate was tired, tired of war, tired of fighting, tired of fear.

The Senate rose together in a moment of unexpected solidarity and ordered the ship holding their Chancellor and the two remaining leaders of the CIS army destroyed.

And with the Chancellor's sacrifice, the war slowly ground to a halt.