"Knighted you shall be, Anakin Skywalker," Yoda said, his voice trying to be calm and wise, but it only grated on Anakin's nerves. "A general, the Republic needs. Lead a battalion of clones, you will."
Anakin stared at Yoda, then at the other Masters. His gaze fell on Obi-Wan, who sat in his new seat, looking all calm and collected, as if nothing about this situation was strange or wrong. The Council, the Republic, the clones, the war-it was all barreling ahead like a speeder with no brakes, and no one seemed to think that maybe, just maybe, they were heading straight for disaster.
The silence stretched, the air thick with tension. The Council waited for his response. They expected him to jump at the chance-become a Jedi Knight, a general, lead troops into battle. Save the Republic. Once upon a time, he would have jumped at the chance of being the hero.
But now, is not then.
"Yeah, no," Anakin said finally, leaning back in his chair like he was bored out of his mind.
Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi Knight who was always in denial, could never bring himself to admit, or rather, would never accept that he was, in fact, a submissive. Oh no, never. He firmly believed that he was destined to be a dominant, and he was determined to make that a reality.
But as fate would have it, later that very same day, he found himself in a rather compromising position. "Yes, Master," he obediently responded, his voice laced with a mixture of resignation and anticipation, "Thank you for allowing me to clean your boots, Master."
Anakin Skywalker, the renowned and powerful Jedi, was woefully and fecklessly in denial. Little did he know that it would take a gentle and experienced super-dom to bring him to heel. And who better to undertake this heavy burden than Obi-Wan, the selfless and renowned Jedi? His mission was clear: to save not just Anakin, but the entire galaxy from a darker fate.
So, dear reader, strap in for this enticing tale as we follow Anakin in his journey of blockhead denial...