How much to tell him? How should he be told? Best to tell the story from his own perspective, and go from there.
"Three years after the war began, we finally got wind of where General Grievous was hiding. The Council sent me to Utapau to deal with him once and for all. You and I parted company as we always had, as friends and brothers, looking forward to meeting again to share our tales.
"The battle on Utapau was fierce, but I managed to destroy Grievous. Shortly after reuniting with Cody and the rest of the troops, I went off to help in another part of the battle. That was when, inexplicably, Cody and the others turned on me. The creature I was using as transport is the only reason that I survived. She interjected herself between me and the sniper shot. We fell into the water and I managed to escape in Grievous' starfighter."
He sighs, trying to marshal his thoughts. "Bail Organa was the one who came to my rescue. He'd picked up Master Yoda from Kashyyyk, where the story was much the same: the battle was going well, the clones received some sort of transmission, and then tried to kill him. The Wookiees helped Yoda to escape.
"We tried to contact the Temple, but all we found was a recall beacon had been activated, calling Jedi back from the front lines. Yoda and I had to fight our way into the Temple, which was patrolled by troops and littered with the bodies of fallen Jedi."
Obi-Wan leans against Anakin's ship, partly because he needs the support while he drudges up the painful memories. His voice breaks a bit as he continues, "They were all dead. The Masters, the Knights....the younglings. No one was left alive. Master Yoda was the one to point out that they didn't die from blaster fire; it had been a lightsabre that cut them all down. I had to know who had done this terrible thing, and after I reset the beacon to warn the Jedi to stay away, I went to the security archives.
"Master Yoda advised me not to, that my curiosity would only bring more pain. Part of me wishes I'd listened to him..."
He falls silent and rubs a hand over his face as if trying to erase the images conjured by his words.
Wall O'Text; I think he's *really* wanted to tell this story....
"Three years after the war began, we finally got wind of where General Grievous was hiding. The Council sent me to Utapau to deal with him once and for all. You and I parted company as we always had, as friends and brothers, looking forward to meeting again to share our tales.
"The battle on Utapau was fierce, but I managed to destroy Grievous. Shortly after reuniting with Cody and the rest of the troops, I went off to help in another part of the battle. That was when, inexplicably, Cody and the others turned on me. The creature I was using as transport is the only reason that I survived. She interjected herself between me and the sniper shot. We fell into the water and I managed to escape in Grievous' starfighter."
He sighs, trying to marshal his thoughts. "Bail Organa was the one who came to my rescue. He'd picked up Master Yoda from Kashyyyk, where the story was much the same: the battle was going well, the clones received some sort of transmission, and then tried to kill him. The Wookiees helped Yoda to escape.
"We tried to contact the Temple, but all we found was a recall beacon had been activated, calling Jedi back from the front lines. Yoda and I had to fight our way into the Temple, which was patrolled by troops and littered with the bodies of fallen Jedi."
Obi-Wan leans against Anakin's ship, partly because he needs the support while he drudges up the painful memories. His voice breaks a bit as he continues, "They were all dead. The Masters, the Knights....the younglings. No one was left alive. Master Yoda was the one to point out that they didn't die from blaster fire; it had been a lightsabre that cut them all down. I had to know who had done this terrible thing, and after I reset the beacon to warn the Jedi to stay away, I went to the security archives.
"Master Yoda advised me not to, that my curiosity would only bring more pain. Part of me wishes I'd listened to him..."
He falls silent and rubs a hand over his face as if trying to erase the images conjured by his words.