“Given the strain on our current resources,” Mace Windu said, “I recommend we send only one Jedi-Master Kenobi.”
Which would leave Mace and Agen Kolar–both among the greatest bladesbeings the Jedi Order had ever produced–here on Coruscant in case Sidious did indeed take this opportunity to make a dramatic move. Not to mention Anakin, who was a brigade’s worth of firepower in his own right.
Obi-Wan nodded. Perfectly logical. Everyone would agree. Except Anakin. He leaned forward, red climbing his cheeks. “He wasn’t so successful the last time he met Grievous!”
“Anakin-” Obi-Wan began. “No offense, my Master. I am only stating a fact.”
“Oh no, not at all. You’re quite right. But I have a feel for how he fights now-and for how he runs away. I am certain I can catch him.”
“Master–”
“And you, my young friend, have duties here on Coruscant. Extremely important duties, that require your full attention,” Obi-Wan reminded him. “Am I being clear?”
Anakin didn’t answer. He sank back into his chair and turned away.
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