The Journal of a Master

[RP] The Morning After

master_obiwan — Tue, 11 Aug 2015 17:56:27 GMT

[ooc: takes place after the two threads that spawn from This.]

After Anakin left him, and at some point after his shower, Obi-Wan suddenly recalls exactly why the heretofor unknown person during the previous night's activity has been filling him with a sense of foreboding.

It has him dressed in clean clothing and hurrying - as well as he can with the headache that still ails him - down one hallway, and then another, before he knocks once on the door and simply walks into Siri's quarters.

He'll stare at her wide-eyed for a moment before he squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose in serious exasperation.

Plaintively, "Please tell me we didn't both get roaring drunk on a joint mission."

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[RP] Sparring and An Unexpected Guest

master_obiwan — Fri, 19 Jun 2015 18:47:02 GMT

[ooc: possibly in reference to this particular session, but definitely riffing off that idea if the timing on the other thread won't allow for that exact class.]

The 7-year-old initiates of Obi-Wan's old clan lined up in ranks, each student no closer than four feet from their neighbours; as one, they move through the cadences starting with Form I and moving through Form VI. Once they reach the end of the sequence, they come to an easy rest for several seconds and then begin once more.

Standing before them, eying them critically as they flow through the movements, is Obi-Wan. His cloak is conspicuously absent, and can be seen draped over a bench that's pushed against one wall of the gymnasium. Upon and around that bench are also the dozen or so lightsabres that belong to the younglings currently running drills. The Master walks through the ranks, offering a word of encouragement or correction here and there.

In all, it's a fairly standard scene in the life of the Jedi Temple and its curriculum, despite the fact that it's Obi-Wan overseeing this class and not Master Drallig. Of course, for someone not familiar with the formalities of Temple training, the sight is possibly mesmerizing...

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[RP]

master_obiwan — Sun, 31 May 2015 21:11:52 GMT

[ooc: picking up from here]

His comlink goes off shortly after he emerges from a Jedi Council meeting and a brief conversation with Anakin has Obi-Wan agreeing to meet his friend down in CoCo Town, at Dex's. It's an odd time to meet for any sort of meal, it being smack-dab in the middle of the afternoon. The lunch rush of Coruscant's blue-collar community has long since abated, and in a few hours the dinner crowd will be spilling into the streets and diners of the district.

As for the more upscale clientele, well, they would have hit up the odder, more exotic places much earlier than the usual lunch hour so as to miss the more colourful beings of Coruscant's lower to lower-middle class. The only others milling around the zone would be pilots and other sundry waiting for departure times, fares, and cargo.

In any case, Obi-Wan didn't have any pressing matters to attend to, and whatever Anakin wanted to see him about would be a welcome distraction. So he checks out a speeder from the Temple's motor pool and makes his way to CoCo Town.

He parks next to what is clearly Anakin's vehicle, noting that Dex's is unusually quiet; a half-smile lifted the corner of his mouth. Dex must have come up with more than a few experimental dishes today, and nobody wanted to stick around to be his test rodents. He'd have to be careful to order something from the menu lest his Basilisk friend think he was game for trying something new.

"New" with Dex was usually difficult on ones internal plumbing.

It's this thought that carries him into the diner, and he scans the tables looking for Anakin.

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[FIC]

master_obiwan — Thu, 07 May 2015 01:32:13 GMT

Title: Confessions: Galactic Conversations Redux
Prompt: FF100 #086. Choices
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 1,075
Rating: PG
Warnings Uh, spoilers for AOTC? Which, at this late date, means you must be new.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Anakin follows up with Obi-Wan about their previous conversation.
Author's Notes: Continuing in my Confessions-verse.

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Anakin's summons wasn't wholly unexpected, but the coordinates for their meeting were; Obi-Wan found himself entering the Galactic Museum for the second time in as many weeks, but instead of the entrance to the Hyperdrive wing, his apprentice was pacing outside the hall leading to the Art Gallery.

"Anakin," he said by way of greeting. The younger man paused and offered a weak smile.

"Master," he replied with a bow. "You look better."

Obi-Wan couldn't help himself from reflexively tensing the muscles in his leg and arm to test their strength. He smiled. "As do you. I trust you're adjusting well?" This last said with a nod towards Anakin's prosthetic, which the Padawan was no longer trying very hard to conceal; he'd opted for a black glove to cover up the mechanical nature of the limb, and the choice seemed to put him more at ease with it.

Anakin held up his hand and flexed his fingers. "Well enough. We'll need to run more 'sabre drills before I'm happy with it, but otherwise, I'm good."

"I'll see about reserving some time in one of the training salles, then." Obi-Wan's gaze flitted between the sign overhead and his apprentice. "I take it your trip back to Naboo woke an appreciation for art?"

Anakin's cheeks flushed pink. "Er, not exactly." He turned and started into the exhibit, Obi-Wan falling into step next to him. "I wanted to tell you what happened on my mission. Since it's directly related to our last conversation, and for that you brought me to one of my favourite wings... I figured I'd return the favour."

"I guess I'll be the one listening, this time?" Obi-Wan flashed Anakin a grin, which was returned with a hint of mischief.

"I talked to her, about what you said. I hope you don't mind?" Obi-Wan shook his head and Anakin continued, relaxing a little, "She tried to be the voice of reason, before, but I didn't want to listen. She agreed with you, when I told her what you said about duty and regret."

Good girl, Obi-Wan thought. Out loud he said, "And were you willing to listen to her this time?"

"If you and I hadn't talked before, I wouldn't have. We were planning on marrying when we got back to Naboo, but we decided not to. Like you said, we don't know what's going to happen with this war, and she and I might not be able to spend as much time together as we'd like. We'd both begin to dislike our circumstances, and while I can't speak for her, I know I would certainly begin to resent the Jedi for taking, and keeping, me away from her."

"That is a very mature decision." Anakin's look of surprise at the comment had Obi-Wan do a double-take. "What did I say?"

"Nothing, it's just..." He trailed off, as if unsure he should say what was clearly on the tip of his tongue.

"You may as well say it," Obi-Wan encouraged him. "We've started on this journey of being honest with each other. Stopping now would be counter-productive."

Anakin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm just not used to that kind of support from you."

The comment took Obi-Wan off-guard. How could Anakin feel like he didn't have Obi-Wan's support? In their ten years together Obi-Wan had always championed Anakin to the Council and those who would have seen the young man dismissed from the Order for any number of reasons.

When Anakin stopped to look questioningly at his Master, Obi-Wan realized that he'd stopped walking.

"I'm sorry," Anakin said hastily. His usual response of shutting Obi-Wan out was slower in coming this time, and it ceased much more easily when Obi-Wan shook his head.

"No, there's nothing to be sorry for," Obi-Wan replied gently. "I'm just curious as to what you mean? You've always had my support..." He trailed off as Anakin dropped his gaze.

"You've always been there for me, yes," he began, "but that's not always the same thing. Like the beginning of this entire mission with protecting the Senator, for instance. I agree now, in retrospect, that I was out of line, and all because my feelings were getting in the way. But you could have waited until later to chastise me, or done it in a much less condescending way..."

...Oh...

"...And all of your heavy-handed reminders that I'm just your apprentice..."

...That...

"...And that I'm still young and inexperienced in a lot of things..."

...Huh. Obi-Wan felt the cold wash of realization course through him, and his chest felt tight with emotion. He opened his mouth to reply, but wasn't sure what to say so he shut it.

"There've been other times, too, but I figure the most recent examples would suffice to explain what I mean."

They stood in silence for a long moment, as Obi-Wan thought about Anakin's charges against him. It was true, he realized. He'd always fought so hard and been so quick to defend Anakin to others that he neglected to honour those arguments himself. Not all the time, mind you, but enough that Anakin had felt the need to speak up about it.

"I didn't realize..."

"No, you didn't. But now that it's out in the open..."

"Yes," Obi-Wan agreed with a nod. "I promise I will try and watch myself from now on. And if I slip up, I expect you to tell me."

Anakin held out his hand, and after a second Obi-Wan grasped it in a warrior's greeting.

"Deal," the Padawan declared. They held on for several moments before letting go and sharing a tentative smile.

"So," Obi-Wan said, more to avoid an awkward pause, "How did you leave things with the Senator?"

Anakin blushed a little. "We're going to remain friends. If our love is truly as strong as we think it is, then after the war is over we'll reassess things. And if we feel like we can choose to be together without sacrificing our duty, then we will review our options."

"Okay then." Obi-Wan wouldn't admit to anyone how relieved he was over this.

"Now, let's see if you can make this exhibit even more boring than the curators do," Anakin teased with a lop-sided grin.

"Oh, I'm sure I can," Obi-Wan replied with a chuckle. They fell into step once more and headed deeper into the gallery.

For once, Anakin actually paid attention.

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[FIC]

master_obiwan — Sat, 25 Apr 2015 01:02:06 GMT

Title: Confessions: Galactic Conversations
Prompt: FF100 #066. Rain
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 2,379
Rating: PG
Warnings Uh, spoilers for AOTC? Which, at this late date, means you must be new.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan talks to Anakin about falling in love.
Author's Notes: Continuing in my Confessions-verse. Some dialogue taken/paraphrased from Star Wars: Secrets of the Jedi, and one line is based upon one of Obi-Wan's comments to Anakin in Yoda: Dark Rendezvous.

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It was almost fitting that a gentle rain was falling on Coruscant for this conversation. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how Anakin would react to what he had to say, but he hoped it would be positive. One could never tell with his apprentice, and with recent events, Obi-Wan was almost convinced that Anakin wouldn’t be up to taking much more abuse. But still, Obi-Wan had to try.

Obi-Wan usually preferred the Room of a Thousand Fountains for conversations such as the one he was going to be having with Anakin, but the risk of Anakin having associated the lush arboretum with lectures and personal discussions was high, and Obi-Wan didn’t want to start with the disadvantage of a guarded apprentice. So he sat waiting in a sheltered copse within one of the actual outdoor gardens located around the Temple’s perimeter. Whether they would stay here was another matter entirely, as Anakin had been cooped up inside for quite a while.

"Master?" Anakin's voice was soft, as if something still pained him. Which it probably still did, as losing an arm - and a large piece of being connected to the Force along with it - was nothing to laugh at. Obi-Wan looked up to see his Padawan wrapped in his outer robe, with the hood pulled low over his face. He did look a little pale, still, and Obi-Wan frowned.

"Anakin," he said quietly. Anakin shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry," Obi-Wan added, his features relaxing into something more neutral. "I just..."

"It's okay, Master. I'll be okay."

Obi-Wan tried hard to believe him.

As Anakin moved to sit, Obi-Wan held up a hand and stood. "No, we've been in the shadow of the Temple for long enough," he explained quietly; his words morphed the puzzled look on Anakin's face into relieved curiosity. The elder Jedi motioned for the younger to follow, and they walked together in silence. Obi-Wan used the Force to keep them dry as they threaded through the streets and byways of the Temple District. He kept the pace easy, mindful of Anakin's recent release from the healer's ward.

They crossed into the Senate District and Obi-Wan led them towards the Galactic Museum. He could sense Anakin's curiosity spiking into genuine bafflement. They hadn't toured any part of the museum together since Anakin had been a child. By the time they entered the main foyer of the museum, Obi-Wan could sense Anakin starting to close off to him again.

The Master halted his Padawan and turned him so they were face to face. Obi-Wan reached up and lowered Anakin's hood and looked him in the eye. He smiled sadly and pointed over Anakin's shoulder to a sign. Anakin raised a brow before turning to look. The sign listed the wings that could be accessed beyond that particular passage; the first item was the Hyperdrive Wing, which held the history of the technology in exacting detail. Ankin turned back to his Master, clearly puzzled until Obi-Wan nudged him in that direction. Now the genuine bafflement had returned. Anakin knew full well how much this sort of stuff bored Obi-Wan to tears.

As they entered the first hall of the wing, Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan but found nothing on his Master's face to betray any explanation. They had wandered down the line of exhibits for only five minutes before Anakin couldn't take it any more.

"What are we doing here?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "I wanted to talk, you needed to get out of the Temple." He gestured vaguely to their surroundings. "Two birds, one stone."

Anakin sighed. "I really don't want to talk-"

Obi-Wan interrupted him with a raised hand. "You don't need to; I just want you to listen."

Anakin scowled. "Which is all I seem to ever do when it comes to you. I guess this is the lecture you were going to give me on Tatooine?" The young man turned away, mental barriers being quickly raised. He was stopped by a single word:

"No." Obi-Wan shook his head. "Anakin, I've said everything I wanted to on the matter. What I want to say is that I have a fair idea of what else happened to you on your mission before I arrived."

Anakin was looking at him again by this point, his frown turning dark. The Padawan raised his chin in defiance, and Obi-Wan felt the pain of old wounds flare in his heart. "And what of it?" Anakin wanted to know.

I know what you're going to say. But don't diminish it... His words to Qui-Gon almost 17 years ago had Obi-Wan closing his eyes to the memory and turning away. He continued walking, arms crossed over his chest, hands tucked in his sleeves. After a moment, Anakin caught up and fell into step with him.

Swallowing thickly, Obi-Wan started: "When I was thirteen, Master Qui-Gon and I were sent to Melida/Daan to aid in the conflict between the two factions; what we found was a secret militia comprised of children from both sides, who wanted an end put to the fighting."

"Understandable," Anakin interjected, "but I don't see how this is relevant."

"That's because I haven't gotten to the relevant bit yet." Anakin flashed him a skeptical look. "The leader of the Young - that's what they called themselves - was a young girl named Cerasi. When Qui-Gon came to the conclusion that there was nothing more we could do, the Young begged us to stay. Qui-Gon said no, and I rebelled. I relinquished my lightsabre and told Qui-Gon that if leaving the Order was the only way for me to help the Young, then so be it."

"Master, I really don't...wait, what?" Anakin stopped and stared at Obi-Wan. "Did you just say...?"

Obi-Wan met the younger man's gaze. "I did. Qui-Gon thought it was because I'd become too attached to the children, that my judgement had been compromised because I'd gotten too close to the situation." He smiled sadly. "He was only partially correct. I had become too attached, but not just to the Young as a group."

Anakin blinked. "You became attached to Cerasi." The awe in Anakin's voice was palpable. "Didn't you?"

"I felt a connection with her that I couldn't explain at the time. The only person other than yourself that I've ever told this story to, called it for what it was."

Awe gave way to incredulity. Was his Master really capable of falling in, "Love?"

"What passes for love at thirteen years old, yes."

"What happened?" Because clearly, here Obi-Wan stood, a venerated and highly respected Jedi Master, so obviously the defection was temporary.

"Cerasi died in my arms two days after Qui-Gon left me on the planet. I then realized how foolish I was to have forsaken the Jedi path, and I begged Qui-Gon for his forgiveness. The Council deemed my defection as a case of being misguided, and they placed me on probation for a time."

They resumed walking in silence for a spell, Anakin clearly gnawing on this new information. Obi-Wan could almost follow the thought-process the younger man had to be indulging in: if Obi-Wan had been seen as simply misguided because the Council and Master Qui-Gon hadn't know the true extent of the details, then maybe Anakin could get away with a similar indiscretion? Before this idea could root itself, Obi-Wan broke the silence.

"I very nearly left the Order twice more, after that. Even after having experienced first-hand what that would mean."

Anakin stopped in front of the exhibit on Sleeper Ships and peered at his Master. "Hold on a second," he said. "You breaking the rules is hard enough to believe, but breaking the same rule three times? You're lying."

"Do you sense me to be lying?" Obi-Wan asked, smiling wryly.

"Well, no, but..."

"The second incident you can verify with Master Yoda," Obi-Wan offered. "The third I'm afraid you'll simply have to take my word on. I don't even think Qui-Gon caught on with that one. Both were born from high stakes missions."

"So the second girl you fell in love with was...?"

"A fellow Padawan, when I was eighteen. She and I had what you would call an antagonistic relationship, up to that point. I'd always thought she was friends with one of the initiates who bullied me, and she hated me because of the Melida/Daan incident. During our first joint mission together, I discovered that she wasn't really friends with the initiate, and she discovered that I really was loyal to the Jedi. We became friends after that. It wasn't until several missions later that we realized we had a growing attraction to each other, and we'd both planned to leave the Order to pursue it."

"That's rich, coming from her. You temporarily leave and she questions your loyalty, only to contemplate the same sin years later?"
Anakin snorted softly with a shake of his head.

Obi-Wan smiled. "The irony isn't lost on me, have no fear. But it didn't matter. Qui-Gon and Yoda found out, and they both told me that if she and I took this path together, it would end in misery."

"How can following your heart end in misery? If you're with the one you love, doesn't that justify your decision?"

Obi-Wan smiled inwardly. Here, now, was the root of all of Anakin's conflict. This was the moment, Obi-Wan knew, where he would either plant the strong seed of reconsidering his attachment to Senator Amidala, or Anakin would be lost to him - and the Jedi - forever. He sighed gently and led Anakin to the nearest bench where they both sat. Anakin kept his robe close around him, the prosthetic arm concealed within the fabric. Obi-Wan relaxed his posture as he formulated his reply.

"It would end in misery, Anakin, because she and I were both Jedi. Following our hearts and being together would have been amazing, but as time moved on and the heat of our new-found passion relaxed into whatever it is such emotions end up becoming in long-term relationships, we would forever be looking back to our time as Jedi, asking ourselves, what if...? How could we know that this war would happen? And if it did still happen, and we were no longer Jedi, our compulsion to help in the same capacity as a Jedi would be strong and unfulfilled. We would begin to view the other as the reason for our inability to serve, and our love would turn to bitterness, and eventually morph into hatred. As it was, we parted on awkward terms, and things have been amiable, but strange between us since."

Anakin was frowning again, but this time in his deep-thought way. "And the third?"

"Sprung from a long-term mission.Qui-Gon and I were mandated to protect her during a period of turmoil on her planet. We, uh," Obi-Wan fidgets little over this detail, since it's a little embarrassing to say, "we had a short-term affair, but in the end we both decided to focus on our respective duties: She as the leader of her people, and I as a Jedi. We parted amicably. In all honesty, Anakin, if she had asked me to, I would've left it all for her."

Anakin blinked over the fact that, with the exception of Qui-Gon being sent along from the start, the mission sounded a lot like Anakin's most recent set of orders regarding the Senator from Naboo. Suddenly this show-and-tell session got a whole lot more personal, and it was Anakin's turn to fidget. "Do you still love them?" The need to know rolled off him with a touch of desperation.

"Yes," Obi-Wan confirmed. "And I've learned to live with knowing that nothing can ever come of my feelings."

"How?"

"By living one day at a time, Anakin. I know now that Master Yoda was right: I am a Jedi and that is where I find my strength and my comfort. I know it deep in my soul."

"Even though you love?"

Obi-Wan smiled. "We are not immune to love, my Padawan. If we were, our Order would be the soulless husk that the more cynical of the galaxy believe us to be."

"So I have to choose, then." A statement, not a question.

"Yes, but allow me two warnings to consider - and consider them well - before you make a decision; and know that I am always available, should you ever need someone to talk to."

Anakin composed himself and nodded. "Let's hear it, then."

"First, you cannot find a compromise to 'make it work'. You will essentially be serving two masters: your calling as a Jedi and your devotion to the woman you love. In such a situation, one will always feed resentment of the other. And no, the rules cannot, and will not, be changed for you. Second, if the choice to leave the Jedi is what you seem to be leaning toward, make sure you can answer what if? with no doubts, and no regrets over what you discover. If there is any shadow of misgiving, then you must reassess that choice."

Obi-Wan's words hung heavy between them. Around them, the ebb and flow of patrons enveloped them in a cocoon of quite conversations and movement.

"What will you tell the Council?" Anakin asked, finally.

Obi-Wan considered it. "Nothing. Not unless there is a reason to."

"So what happens now?"

"You and I finish our tour of the Hyperdrive wing," Obi-wan replied with a grin. "And when you're ready, I will recommend that you complete your mission by accompanying the Senator back to Naboo."

Anakin caught and held his gaze, looking for any sort of deception. Finding none, he allowed his mouth to quirk up into a tiny smile, the first since they'd met on the Temple grounds. "Then what are we waiting for? I can give you a much better tour than the so-called professionals they employ here."

Obi-Wan chuckled as Anakin stood and beckoned him to follow. The Jedi Master stood in one fluid motion and fell into step with his Padawan. He had no idea how Anakin would choose, or what sort of impact Obi-Wan's confession had on the younger man. He only hoped that it helped Anakin realize that he wasn't alone.

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[FIC]

master_obiwan — Sat, 11 Apr 2015 17:17:09 GMT

Title: Confessions: A War Begins
Prompt: FF100 #001. Beginnings
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count:
Rating: PG
Warnings Uh, spoilers for AOTC? Which, at this late date, means you must be new.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin head to Geonosis to help Master Allie, who's been captured.
Author's Notes: Continuing the ground-work for my Confessions-verse. Dialogue shamelessly stolen from AOTC.

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R2-D2 summoned both Jedi and Senator to the Naboo ship with an urgent message from Master Stass Allie; the Tholothian Jedi had picked up the tracking signal from the beacon Obi-Wan had placed on Jango Fett's and followed it to Geonosis. She had infiltrated the compound and discovered that the Trade Federation, the Techno Union, the InterGalactic Banking Clan, and others had come together to discuss the emergence of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Together they would exacerbate the alarming trend of nations seceding from the Republic by declaring open warfare upon the august body of the Senate. In the midst of her report, blaster fire erupted from somewhere off-camera, forcing Allie to draw her lightsabre in defense. Destroyer droids entered the holocam field just as Master Allie stepped out of view. Moments later the transmission cut off.

Master Allie's comm-system didn't seem to have the range to send her message all the way back to Coruscant - it was probably damaged - so Anakin re-routed the full message to the Temple, whereupon a grave-faced Master Windu frowned back at the Master-Padawan duo. He signed off by ordering the two Jedi to stay on Tatooine and protect the Senator, but apparently Padme was having none of it.

"I'm planning to go and save Master Allie; if you two want to obey your orders to protect me, you'll just have to come along."

Obi-Wan raised a brow at Padme's sass, though Anakin's grin at her words wasn't lost on him. He wondered just what exactly had happened on Naboo between the Senator and the Padawan.

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The trio were forced into the droid foundries of Geonosis where, after a brief battle with the locals, they were outnumbered and taken by Jango Fett to the Geonisian Council. Senator Amidala tried her best to secure a diplomatic resolution, but in the end it was no use. Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme were to be sent to the Petranaki arena for execution, alongside Master Allie. After a lengthy battle against four terrifying creatures, including an acklay, a reek, and a nexu, a cadre of Jedi led by Master Windu materialized from out of the gathered Geonosian crowd and rallied toward the prisoners. Windu held Dooku at ‘sabre point for a long moment, but soon after, droids filled the arena and boxed the prisoners in. The fight began again in earnest, until all the Jedi were gathered in the centre of the arena, standing back to back as the relentless onslaught closed in on them. Though it seems all was lost, the whine of engines emerged from the din of battle as a dozen troop transports descended upon the arena.

Master Yoda and the Clone Army had arrived.

-

The gunship bearing Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme raced over the Geonosian landscape. The army he'd discovered on Kamino was as well-trained as the cloners had advertised; the troopers were efficient and seemed to have no qualms about taking orders from the Jedi. By Anakin's suggestion, the gunners targeted the fleeing enemy ships at their fuels cells, felling one in a single pass. As the smoke cleared Obi-Wan pointed across the valley at several fast-moving objects that were rapidly pulling away from the engagement.

"Look over there!"

"It's Dooku," the Padawan announced. "Shoot him down!"

"We're out of rockets, sir," the clone replied.

"Follow him!" Anakin ordered. The pilot pulled the gunship into a tight turn to take up the chase.

"We're gonna need some help," Padme pointed out.

"There isn't time," Obi-Wan replied. "Anakin and I can handle this."

As they moved away from the main battle and crossed into the desert proper, the ships flying escort for the retreating former Jedi pulled away and circled around behind the gunship. They fired relentlessly upon the pursuing Jedi. As they cleared a large dune, an explosion rocked the ship, sending Padme and several clones tumbling over the side and into the sand below. The surge of panic that floated off of Anakin had Obi-Wan whipping around to face his apprentice.

"Padme! ...PUT THE SHIP DOWN," Anakin bellowed.

"Anakin! Don't let your personal feelings get in the way! Follow that speeder!"

Anakin would have none it, though, as he tried to countermand his Master with a heated, "Lower the ship!"

Obi-Wan stepped in front of Anakin and caught his gaze. "I can't take Dooku alone. I need you! If we catch him, we can end this war right now! We have a job to do."

"I don't care!" Anakin retorted. "Put the ship down!"

"You will be expelled from the Jedi Order!" It killed Obi-Wan to say the words, but they needed to be said.

"But I can't leave her!"

"Come to your senses! What do you think Padme would do if she were in your position?" Obi-Wan watched the sour resignation on Anakin's face.

"...She would do her duty."

Satisfied that the matter was settled for the time being, Obi-Wan spared a final look for his Padawan before he returned his focus to the matter at hand. He had an idea, now, of what had happened between Anakin and Padme, and it worried him. Every time he turned around, Anakin's actions rekindled old memories and sent fire across the scars of Obi-Wan's soul; all the mistakes and missteps that Obi-Wan had taken in his youth were coming back to haunt him through his Padawan. He wondered briefly if Qui-Gon had ever felt the same way. One thing was for certain, however: He and Anakin were going to have a very long talk about this once the mission was over...

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[FIC]

master_obiwan — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 23:58:14 GMT

Title: Confessions
Prompt: FF100 #030. Death
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 1,069
Rating: PG
Warnings Uh, spoilers for AOTC? Which, at this late date, means you must be new.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan ends up on Tatooine before the Clone Wars begin, rather than getting captured on Geonosis.
Author's Notes: I needed something to write for Camp NaNo April 2015. I had the FF100 table staring at me. This strange AU hit me and I'm curious to see where it goes.

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The torrent of rain cascaded down over Obi-Wan Kenobi in relentless sheets as he ran back onto the platform. Slave I was lifting off as Jango Fett disappeared inside the hold and the ramp closed. Obi-Wan retrieved his lightsabre and ignited it, but the bounty hunter had no more interest in the Jedi today. So, in one swift movement, Obi-Wan drew a tracking beacon from his pocket and threw it at the departing ship. It adhered to the hull just as the engines began to glow and the ship rocketed up into Kamino's atmosphere. Knowing that his time on this planet was at an end, Obi-Wan hurried back to the landing platform that housed his starfighter.

The Jedi's attempts at raising his astromech, R4-P17, were futile, and as he emerged into the rain once again it became clearly evident why: a quick inspection determined that someone, possibly young Boba Fett, had sabotaged the Delta-7 starfighter, preventing the Jedi from leaving Kamino. Working as quickly as he could, Obi-Wan had R4 rewired so that he could at least send a coded transmission back to Coruscant. After informing the Jedi Council on the status of his mission and providing the tracking beacon frequencies, Master Windu assured the soggy Jedi Master that they would contact Master Stass Allie - currently deployed on Rodia - to continue the pursuit of the bounty hunter. Obi-Wan could do nothing but wait until his ship was repaired before he could go anywhere.

Moments before Lama Su returned to tell Obi-Wan that repairs were complete, the Jedi - deep in meditation - felt a disturbance in the Force. It had the distinct flavour of Anakin attached to it, causing Obi-Wan to snap out of his meditation far more quickly than he would have liked. The seconds of disorientation resolved into the Kaminoan's chime at the door, and once the pleasantries were observed, Obi-Wan was guiding his starfighter off of Kamino and into the blackness of space. Thinking to send a message to Anakin, Obi-Wan frowned as he couldn't get a lock on his Padawan's comlink on Naboo. A brief inquiry relocated the younger Jedi on...Tatooine? What the blazes is he doing on Tatooine? Setting a course for the desert planet, Obi-Wan sighed and settled in for the trip.

It wasn't difficult to locate the Naboo ship several miles outside of Mos Eisley spaceport. Foregoing the formalities of officially docking, Obi-Wan brought his fighter down near the sleek silver craft parked outside the Lars' homestead. The Jedi was met by Senator Amidala, and two young adults who were rapidly introduced to Obi-Wan as Owen Lars and his girlfriend Beru. Cliegg, Owen's father, was resting and unable to greet the Jedi personally. Padme, with her usual blunt and succinct manner, informed Obi-Wan with the basics: Anakin had had a premonition about his mother, only to arrive to find her dead, killed by a tribe of Tusken raiders in the north. Anakin was currently holed up in the garage, according to his step-brother, and had been ever since the funeral they'd held for Shmi Skywalker.

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The cool shadows of the garage were a welcome change from the heat of the planet's twin suns, and Obi-Wan had to blink a few times to adjust to the softer light afforded by the enclosed space. Anakin stood at a work bench idly repairing some bits of junk. His scowl matched the grief, anger, and shame that rolled off the boy in palpable waves. Obi-Wan paused at the bottom of the steps, not wanting to force his presence on his Padawan's ruminations. He stood quietly, arms across his chest and tucked in his sleeves as he waited for Anakin to make the first move. As the Padawan's awareness of Obi-Wan's identity finally permeated the fog around him, whatever doors that Anakin used to conceal his feelings began to shut.

"Don't," Obi-Wan said quietly, reaching out to his Padawan through the Force. "Don't shut me out, Anakin. Not here, not now."

Anakin spun around to confront his master, the anger winning out briefly as it flashed through his eyes. Obi-Wan held his ground, his expression filled with compassion as he regarded the hurt on Anakin's face. The elder Jedi took a tentative step closer, and let his arms fall to his sides. A torrent of emotions played over Anakin's face as the youth internally struggled with the desire to shut his Master out, and the need to confide in someone, anyone, about what had happened. It was clear that Anakin had never intended for the Jedi to ever find out about whatever it was, and now that Obi-Wan was here instead of Padme, Anakin's plans seemed to be crumbling. He'd broken his mandate to protect the Senator and stay on Naboo so he could rescue his mother from his nightmares; Anakin fully expected to be reprimanded, but when nothing of the sort came from Obi-Wan, his resolve began to waver and then crumble.

Whether in need of a strong, solid presence to shore him up, or simply because he needed a hug, Anakin dropped the hydrospanner and closed the distance between the two of them and wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan. Despite not being prepared for such a response, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his student. When the sobs started, Obi-Wan held on a little tighter, allowing Anakin to purge his emotions.

When the sobs gave way to sodden hiccoughs and loud sniffles, words emerged from the vicinity of Obi-Wan's shoulder: "I killed them. All of them. Even the women, and the children...I slaughtered them like animals."

Obi-Wan sighed, but didn't release his Padawan. "You reacted out of anger and grief," he offered, his tone carrying a hint of empathy. He'd felt, and reacted to, those same emotions almost ten years ago, when he watched his own Master cut down by a Sith apprentice. "I don't know what to tell you, other than that."

"I want her back!"

"I know; I can't give her to you, Anakin. I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry." And with those words, Obi-Wan felt his own tears caress his cheek. He would never recall how long they stood there after that. The only thing that Obi-Wan would say is that it was first time in their ten years together as Master and Padawan in which the Master finally felt like his Padawan believed that they were on the same side.

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[RP] Ponderings

master_obiwan — Mon, 30 Mar 2015 02:25:45 GMT

After dining with Anakin and talking with Dex, Obi-Wan decided to head back to the Temple and hit up the Archives to brush up on his ancient history. Madam Nu was only too pleased to help him dig up old records spanning from 1,000 to 1,500 years ago. Some of his readings warranted going back further in time, but as events prior to the Third Battle of Ruusan weren't a factor in their strange guest's history ~~yet~~, he saw no reason to follow up on anything that led him there.

When the screen began to blur on him, he realized that he'd spent more than several hours pouring over material and it was high time for him to take a break. Besides, his brain needed to process what he'd read, and it couldn't do that while staring blankly at a computer terminal.

He wandered for a bit, arms crossed over his chest and tucked up the sleeves of his robe as a slight frown ghosted over his features. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, but when he finally snapped his focus back into place he wasn't exactly surprised to find himself on the threshold of The Room of a Thousand Fountains. It was his usual place of contemplation, meditation, and solitude, so it was only natural that his unconscious mind would lead him here.

And so here he is, about to step into the expansive arboretum, with the history of the Republic playing on the back-burner of his mind. The scene is just begging to be intruded upon...

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RP: Anakin's New Friend

master_obiwan — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 18:51:34 GMT

[ooc: continued from HERE.]

"And mine along with it." Like he needs anymore excitement in his life.

He begins to walk down the hall towards the Council Rooms, trusting Anakin to fall into step with him.

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AL: Semantics (Mar-12)

master_obiwan — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 23:19:34 GMT

Title: Semantics
Prompt: 001. Ceiling/003. Watermelon
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 265
Rating: G
Warnings Super silly. Death of a major fruit.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin have one of their many incidents regarding faulty communication.
Author's Notes: ...what else was I supposed to do with these two prompts?! *INNOCENT* [Oh man, I'm so behind. Sorry for not posting in a while!!!]

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Anakin was still a twelve-year-old boy, Obi-Wan reminded himself as he surveyed the area. And not only that, but he had been - up until three years ago - a boy who'd spent his entire life sheltered, as it were, as a slave on a desert planet in the middle of nowhere. Which was why Obi-Wan was finding it hard deciding on whether to be angry, amused, or sympathetic. It took another long look at the devastation, the pieces of red, fibrous flesh hanging off of everything, from the brilliant green chunks of rind to the hair follicles of his wayward Padawan, and the red, watery juice that coated everything else, for Obi-Wan to decide on some combination of all three.

He placed his hands on his hips in a stern sort of way, but his lips kept threatening to belie the slight air of rebuke that he was trying desperately to achieve. When that didn't work, exasperation set in and Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes.

"Anakin-" he began.

"Ceiling watermelons," the youth replied, forestalling his Master. "That's what you said."

Another sigh. "Yes, Anakin. But you were meant to seal them for transport off planet. Hence sealing watermelons; not trying to stick them on the ceiling."

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "I asked what my task was, you said ceiling watermelons."

"Yes, but..." Obi-Wan trailed off as Anakin raised a questioning brow.

The elder Jedi's shoulders slumped with his third sigh in as many minutes.

This was going to be a long day.

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AL: Artistic License (Nov-11)

master_obiwan — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 03:47:16 GMT

Title: Artistic License
Prompt: 004.

- "A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke - and that the joke is oneself."
Clifton Paul Fadiman

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 391
Rating: PG-13
Warnings I cannot be held responsible for the consequences of eating or drinking when viewing the image linked below. That is all.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Not only can Anakin sing, but he's a pretty good artist, too.
Author's Notes: *hyperventilating over this.* (Also, apologies to the mods for not posting in a while. RL kicked my ass :(

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It had happened once or twice where Obi-Wan returned from a mission to find people openly staring, pointing and/or laughing at him. Usually it was a good natured ribbing over some snafu from the mission that had leaked out, or perhaps someone had found holos of that one mission that had landed him in the middle of a Corellian Court in nothing but his underwear and a silk scarf. (The latter seemed to happen at least once every few years, much to his chagrin, but his attempts to get those pictures erased from the Temple's databases never seemed to work for some reason.) Obi-Wan didn't know what had caused the reaction this time, since the holo-incident wasn't due for another several months, and his most recent mission had gone smashingly. So it was with trepidation that he returned to his quarters to bathe and change.

It wasn't until he confronted one of the younger knights - who had blushed furiously and stammered a hasty apology - that Obi-Wan was directed to the classroom reserved for those studying the art of the galaxy. There, amidst a gaggle of giggling girls, stood his former Padawan, Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan frowned as the younger man quietly accepted the accolades of the girls, who only stopped giggling as one glanced over her shoulder and gasped in surprise as she caught sight of the elder man. Trying to stifle their sniggers as they rushed past Obi-Wan, they burst into renewed laughter as soon as they spilled into the hallway.

Anakin's face flushed a deep crimson, and he started trying to shuffle away a painting that he'd been looking at with the girls. He paused as Obi-Wan shook his head and motioned for the younger man to leave it where it stood. As Obi-Wan got a good look at the image, his eyes went wide. He blinked slowly and turned to Anakin.

"So much trouble?" Anakin asked with a wince.

"Oh yes," Obi-Wan replied.

"I should burn it?"

"Absolutely."

"Right." Anakin picked up the canvas once more, but was stopped by Obi-Wan's raised hand.

"You forgot one," Obi-Wan informed him.

"Oh?" Anakin looked at him quizzically.

"Watch your back."

Obi-Wan didn't stick around to see the colour drain from Anakin's face; they both knew that retribution would be swift and that Anakin was now completely at Obi-Wan's mercy.

OOC: Sorry For Not Posting!

master_obiwan — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 13:18:27 GMT

To any mods that come popping by:

Many apologies for not posting since the summer, but my joblessness gave way to holy crap interviews! which in turn led to a full-time retail position that has been kicking my ass.

I will be seriously sitting down to cover what I can from the August to November prompts I missed once NaNo is over ~~or I give up~~.

Please don't hurt me!

~ The Writer

AL: Mission Prep (Jul-11)

master_obiwan — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 15:48:34 GMT

Title: Mission Prep
Prompt: 001. Research (FF100-#66: Rain)
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 678
Rating: PG
Warnings None.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan does some pre-mission prep after he finds out about the uber-sekrit trip to Naboo...
Author's Notes: I wrote this waaaaaaaaaay back in 2006 for FF100. Figured it could be dusted off for this. Blame me for associating "rain" with "being inside doing homework."

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The thick silence within the Jedi Archives bordered on reverence. The soft glow from the stacks and terminals added an ethereal feel to the vast chamber, a testament to the diligence of the Jedi in collecting information from all over the galaxy. Obi-Wan loved spending time here, wandering through the aisles, randomly picking up datadisks and viewing them. It always seemed that whenever he was feeling down, a trip to the archives would always help him. It was a different kind of peace that he felt here. Unlike the tranquil and calm peace of the Room of a Thousand Fountains, or the vibrant and energizing peace of the Meditation Gardens, the Archives held peace with a sense of quiet, yet tenacious, purpose.

Like an ant gathering food for the cold snows of winter, so too did the Jedi that sought knowledge gather it to his or her bosom as tests, trials and missions came and went. Obi-Wan could almost imagine the evolution of the Archives over the centuries, as the Jedi collected every scrap of data imaginable. He thanked them silently for their dedication to such a task, as having more than a millennium worth of history was no mean feat, and one that he truly appreciated, especially at times like these, as he skimmed the rows of datadisks, running his finger lightly over each.

He closed his eyes and let the Force guide his touch. Slowly, so very slowly, he walked through the stacks, and finally pulled three disks from different parts of the Archives. He found an empty terminal and popped the first disk into the drive. Immediately, information on the recent blockade of Naboo from the HoloNet flashed on the screen, and he skimmed each relevant article. It was the same old story that had been told a hundred times in a hundred ways: the greedy exploiting the defenseless for profit and the fall of morality before the stampede of invasion and annexation.

He replaced that disk with the next, and the files on the Trade Federation popped up. He read about the Neimoidians and their love of everything shiny and profitable. He also noted their cowardice in the face of danger, and something struck him as odd about that. It didn't mesh with the current situation. He tucked these scraps away for future use and then moved on to the last disk. Soon, he was soaring over the rolling plains of Naboo, taking in the planet and wondering once more why the Trade Federation would go through such trouble for such a small, out-of-the-way planet.

There was no point for them to first tax the trade routes (save for pure profit) and there was no precedent for blockading and prohibiting all trade. Obi-Wan sighed and sat back in his seat. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, as he contemplated the screen. He reached out and pushed a button bringing up the political structures. The elected monarchy was hardly worth noting, and the Senator was one that was wholly unremarkable. He was truly puzzled by the Neimoidian interest in the planet on such a large and aggressive scale. He would have to talk to Qui-Gon about it.

Just as he moved to pop the disk out, a picture caught his eye. It was of a young girl during her recent inauguration as Queen. She couldn't have been more than fourteen. Amidala, the newly elected Queen, stood regally amongst the planetary officials. He read the biography of the young ruler, but all information about who she had been before was missing. There were no images, no information, no anything. He skimmed the names of her handmaidens and their pictures. He paused on one, Padme Naberrie, and brought up her file.

Minimalist was the best word he could come up with, but something niggled at the back of his brain. She looked like a headstrong troublemaker, he thought with a frown. He memorized the face and the name.

Padme Naberrie, Handmaiden to the Queen of Naboo.

Oh yes, she would be trouble. He could sense it.

AL: Gooey (May-11)

master_obiwan — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 14:07:25 GMT

Title: Gooey
Prompt: 005. Slime
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG
Warnings None
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan wants to know why this always happens to him.
Author's Notes: IDEK.

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Jedi were supposed to be graceful beings, able to perform daring and impressive movements without even blinking; they were well schooled in keeping control of their bodies, emotions, and thoughts. Most Jedi knew when to be serious and when to alleviate the mood with amusement. And, of course, the Jedi always saw failure as a learning opportunity, a means of recognizing faults and short-comings with the intention of improving upon them.

So the fact that Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi Padawan, was currently sprawled on his back and covered head-to-toe in translucent, smelly goo, with stars swimming before his eyes as his thoughts turned slightly contemptuous, made the young man wonder where he fit into the whole Jedi thing. Or perhaps he was a victim of circumstance; while the Jedi were all of those things, perhaps events sometimes had a way of over-coming their meticulous training.

The mostly-stifled snort that accompanied a shadow eclipsing his prone form had Obi-Wan revising his assessment. He wasn't the victim of anything, save for his Master's capriciousness. Obi-Wan tried to school his features into a glare of some sort, but the smell and the goo and the stars still swimming before him made it difficult. He settled for simply clearing his vision and focusing on his mentor, instead. Qui-Gon stood over him, hands tucked into the sleeves of his robes and an eyebrow raised inquisitively.

"I suppose," Qui-Gon said, as if nothing more was amiss, "that the creature didn't find you as tasty a morsel as it had hoped. Anything damaged?"

"Only my pride and dignity, Master," Obi-Wan responded with a sigh. He shut his eyes, not really wanting to see the twinkle of laughter in his Master's eyes. "Only my pride and dignity."

AL: Cookie Fiasco (Mar-11)

master_obiwan — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 19:09:38 GMT

Title: Cookie Fiasco
Prompt: 005. Pinch
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 271
Rating: G
Warnings None :)
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: How Obi-Wan vowed never to let anyone else bake cookies, ever.
Author's Notes: Me, being silly as usual :)

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Obi-Wan's heart sank a little further with each step he took, as he realized that the smell that had saturated the Temple's recycled air was leading him to the kitchens. He fervently prayed that his worst fears weren't true, and that someone hadn't tried to proceed without his supervision. He ignored the calls and greetings of those he passed in the hallways, even going so far as to give Master Windu the brush-off as the Council member attempted to stall Obi-Wan to ask about odour.

Obi-Wan hurried towards the kitchens, until at long last he burst through the doorway and into a scene from his nightmares. The room was filled with wafting smoke that spewed from the oven, while a handful of students ran around trying to clear it out while at the same time trying to stop whatever it was that had been going on inside the appliance. In two quick strides, Obi-Wan crossed to the oven and shut it off. He opened the door and used the Force to pull out the baking sheets and dump them in the sink; the charred pieces of what had once been cookie dough hit the gleaming durasteel with loud, unceremonious clangs.

With a wave of his hand, he forced the smoke up into the vents, thus clearing room and having the desired effect of restoring order. Once calm had returned, Obi-Wan regarded the soot-covered students sternly, his hands on his hips. They all refused to meet his gaze, and instead focused on toeing the ground nervously.

"You forgot," he said with a sigh, "to add that final pinch of powder, didn't you?"

AL: A Lesson in Levitation (Feb-11)

master_obiwan — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 18:40:22 GMT

Title: A Lesson in Levitation
Prompt: 002. Levitate
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 528
Rating: G
Warnings None :)
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Bant schools Obi-Wan on the finer points of levitiation.
Author's Notes: None, for once :) Enjoy!

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The sound of rushing water that permeated the Room of a Thousand Fountains was a dim background noise for Obi-Wan as he focused on keeping Bant cradled in a pocket of the Force. He could feel a similar pocket supporting him, as he sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees. His eyes were closed to the sights around him, but he didn't need to open them to know what he would see: the flora and various water sources of the room surrounded him and Bant, as did ten feet of air. The two young Jedi had been playing this game since they were children, the height at which they held the other aloft continuing to grow as they did in both age and mastery of the Force. While they were both capable of taking the other higher than ten feet, they had decided to keep the distance from the ground modest, as this was the first time they had tried it in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

Obi-Wan had been the first to levitate Bant up off the ground and then over to a nearby pool of water. Once he had her settled two feet above the rippling surface, Bant had done the same with her friend. Once they were both above their respective pools - both deep enough to ensure a safe crash-landing if it occurred - they closed their eyes and began to raise the other up higher until they had reached the ten-foot mark. The point of the game was to enter a meditative state while simultaneously keeping the other person aloft and steady. The added noises of the room simply added to the difficulty, as musical sound of water sluicing over rocks could prove to be a distraction.

Of course, Obi-Wan was so focussed on his meditation and keeping his friend from plunging into the water that he failed to maintain an external awareness of his surrounding; he had forgotten that, just because his was in the Jedi Temple, it didn't mean he could let his guard down, especially when he was in such a vulnerable position.

So it was that the impact of half-a-dozen water balloons upon his body took him by complete surprise, though nothing shocked him more than the sudden absence of Force holding him up. His heart plunged into the pit of his stomach as he free-fell ten feet into the cool water below him, with the only thing saving him from any lasting harm from such an impact being his reflexive use of the Force to slow his descent ever so slightly. Crawling from the pool with a sputter, a now very soggy Obi-Wan looked up and found Bant being gently glided to the ground by Garen while Reeft doubled over with laughter. It was now obvious that Garen had surreptitiously taken over Obi-Wan's duty of holding Bant up while Reeft used the Force to launch the water-balloon attack.

Obi-Wan couldn't help but grin as he caught the glint of humour in Bant's eyes. "You planned that," he accused with an amused snort.

"I did," she admitted. "I just wish I could have gotten it on holo."

AL: Babysitting (Jan-11)

master_obiwan — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 18:54:52 GMT

Title: Babysitting
Prompt: 003. Flu
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 393
Rating: PG
Warnings None.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan gets a crash course in babysitting.
Author's Notes: I blame the nascient Sam Flynn voice in my head for taking seriously the ultimatum that the 'Wan had to write his prompt first before I'd do anything with him for this. I told Sam to poke the Jedi into writng his prompt and damned if he didn't do it.

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Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were enjoying some downtime at the Temple. They had returned from a mission on the Outer Rim and found that there were no pressing issues that needed to be dealt with, so Qui-Gon suggested some volunteer work within the Temple and, if the opportunity presented itself, volunteer work around Coruscant. Obi-Wan decided to help out with the Younglings, and after several days, Qui-Gon joined him. Looking after the younger children had been just as hectic and heart-stopping as any mission the fifteen-year-old Padawan had been on yet, and he was a little jealous that his Master had swooped down and stolen the job of caring for the infants out from under Obi-Wan's nose.

Obi-Wan's miffed jealousy didn't have time to take hold, however, as Qui-Gon summoned his apprentice to the crèche during naptime a few days later. Once Obi-Wan had made sure his kids were sleeping peacefully and called in a replacement to keep watch, he headed over to see what Qui-Gon had needed.

"A two children have come down with an illness and won't stop fussing, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said after greeting his Padawan at the door to the crèche.

"Let me guess," Obi-Wan replied. "You get one down and start on the other, only to have the first one wake up."

Qui-Gon gave Obi-Wan a bemused smile. "Exactly."

"Where is the other?" Obi-Wan asked. He headed to the crib off of Qui-Gon's nod and looked down at the swaddled infant. It was a young Mon Calamarian girl, and Obi-Wan smiled as he thought of his friend Bant, who was currently attending a 'Saber lesson in the gym. Apparently Qui-Gon knew that if anyone could care for a Calamarian, it would be Obi-Wan. The young apprentice reached down to picked her up. He glanced back at Qui-Gon as the elder Jedi called out to him.

"One more thing, Obi-Wan: you may want to be careful..." was as far as the Jedi Master could get. Obi-Wan turned back to his charge as he lifted her out of the crib, and her crying choked out into a sobbing cough. The ripple of her eye membranes warned him a little too late, and the choking sputter that preceded the infant's vomit as it caught Obi-Wan's neck and chest accompanied the rest of Qui-Gon's warning: "As the healers suspect these two have the flu..."

OOC Note

master_obiwan — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 04:42:12 GMT

Quick note in case any mods come knocking:

I was planning to catch up with my prompts back during December, but underestimated the suckage of this year's retail hell. I will be resuming prompts with January's set, with the intention of catching up when I can :p

♥

AL: Cookie Thief (Jul-10)

master_obiwan — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 21:47:47 GMT

Title: The Cookie Thief
Prompt: 001. Gluttony
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 491
Rating: PG
Warnings None.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan isn't surprised when Ahsoka tells him who's eaten all the cookies.
Author's Notes: Another mental image that needed to be written XD And yes, he's reading the book you think he's reading.

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Obi-Wan sat in his favourite chair, lost in the pages of the book he was reading. While most of the texts at his disposal were digital and accessible by datapad or datareader, he had been introduced to the archaic form of print media when he'd been a boy, during a mission with Qui-Gon. The physical feel of the book, its weight and the crackle of the pages reminded him of simpler things, and helped him to truly escape into the world written on the pages.

He had no idea how long he had been sitting there, walking the treacherous path through the old, abandoned underground city, when a faint sense of...not foreboding, no. More concern mixed with consternation and vexation.

Just as he fiery beast was about to attack the intrepid heroes, a solid rap sounded on Obi-Wan's door. The Jedi tried to ignore it by reading on, but before anyone in his book could advance or retreat, the rap sounded again, more insistent this time.

Marking his place with a sigh and putting the book down, Obi-Wan got up, crossed the room and palmed open the door.

Ahsoka Tano stood before him, and the lack of Anakin at her side at least explained the mixture of feelings; Anakin had evoked that same combination of emotions in Obi-Wan more than enough times over the years.

Obi-Wan fought the smile that tugged at his lips. "What did he do this time?"

"Hrmph," Ahsoka grumped. "He ruined our surprise for the Younglings."

"How?"

"You have to see this."

Obi-Wan shrugged and fell into step with his grand-Padawan.

"So, I stored the cookies you helped me bake just as you had instructed."

Obi-Wan raised a brow. "He didn't?"

"Oh, he did. Every last one."

They rounded a few corners before stopping in front of a closed door. Ahsoka palmed open the door, stepped to the side and gestured for Obi-Wan to take the lead. The elder Jedi entered the room, which just happened to be Ahsoka's. There, draped across the sleepcouch was Anakin. His eyes were slightly glazed and he looked sickly. He groaned softly and delicately rubbed his tummy, and the motion drew Obi-Wan to the observation that the younger man's belt had been loosened, presumably to relieve the pressure being exerted on his bloated mid-section. Anakin was surrounded by empty containers that were littered with cookie crumbs.

"I was in 'sabre practice all afternoon; when I left everything was fine," Ahsoka stated. "I got back ten minutes ago, and found him like this."

Obi-Wan sighed heavily and turned to Ahsoka. "Well, we better go bake more while he's still too bloated to move. Maybe the smell of them will make him sick and he'll throw up."

Ahsoka looked hopeful. "You think he'll learn his lesson?"

Obi-Wan exited the room with a shake of his head. The door closed on another of Anakin's groans. "No, I'm afraid not. He does this every time..."

AL: New Management (Jun-10)

master_obiwan — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 21:51:22 GMT

Title: New Management
Prompt: 006. The Bar is Closed
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 140
Rating: PG-13
Warnings None :)
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: There's a bit of an unruly crowd and Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are sent to investigate.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I got nothin'.

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Curious, "Did the council say what was going on?"

Smile. "No."

Confused," Then why send us?"

Matter-of-fact, "It's in CoCo Town."

Brow raised, "Didi and Astri?"

Nodding, "More than like."

Frown. "You volunteered, didn't you?"

Oh? "What makes you say that?"

Peering, "I know you."

Amused, "If you say so."

"I do say so."

Smile.

Curious again, "I though they were leaving?"

Deadpan, "Yep."

Brooding.

Huh, "Now that's a lot of people."

Wide-eyed, "Yes. Yes it is."

Laughing, "No one finds the sign very amusing."

Realizing, "I know that sense of humour."

Glance, "Oh?"

Nodding, "Dex."

Understanding, "Makes sense."

Turning to crowd, "Okay everyone, break it up. Didi's is under new managements and will reopen when the new owner is damned good and ready."

Basilisk, "Y'heard the little Jedi, now beat it!"

Jedi: Beaming.

'Little' Jedi: Never living it down.

AL: The Offering (Feb-10)

master_obiwan — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 22:11:05 GMT

Title: The Offering
Prompt: 003. Sacrifice
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 725
Rating: PG-13
Warnings Padawan Peril
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: For once, Obi-Wan isn't sure if he should intervene or not...
Author's Notes: ...Serves him right *sage nod* That's all I'm saying.

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The forest was bathed in the ethereal silver glow from the full moon overhead. The usual drowsiness that usually accompanied warm, tropical nights was nowhere to be found, as a sense of quiet expectation held the night in thrall. It was the held-breath of looming opportunity, the anticipation of a sensual repartee between lovers. No bird-song or rustling leaves broke the tension, and the pleasant embrace of the breeze was gentle as it cradled nature in its arms. Below the canopy of stars and leaves, burned a bright center of dazzling light; the air pulsed with a vibrant rhythm, giving the night a heartbeat deep within its core. Chisled bamboo wrapped in fine linen teased the shivers of sound out of the taught animal skins in an oscillating crescendo-diminuendo pattern that caused one's body to tremble in-time with the cadence of the drums.

Even a stoic Jedi like Obi-Wan wasn't immune to the primal rhythms that accented the gathering of natives of Marsitul Prime, and he found himself at quite a loss. On the one hand, he really ought to put a stop to the spectacle; the chief priests were currently dancing around before a raised altar, which was - like the path leading up to it - lined by torches along three-quarters of the perimeter. The entire population of the village stood behind the torches along the path, stomping and clapping and slapping various body-parts in tandem with the drummers located on opposite sides of the altar. One of the villagers, a young man clad only in a loincloth, jumped up onto the altar with a glowing brand, raised it above his head and then blew on it, expelling a great eruption of fire into the night. The crowd cheered, and a processional began. The first four men were well muscled and naked as they carried a large stone block between them. They approached the altar and reverently deposited the block in the center. Next came two men, slightly larger than the last, a thick, stone slab that had a hold in the very middle, between them. This was placed atop the block and then they, too, retreated. Finally, a cadre of scantily clad women came, most of them leaping and twirling around two who bore a thick bamboo pole between them. Strapped to this pole was Anakin, with only a loincloth to protect his modesty.

Yes, on the one hand, he really ought to put an end to this. On the other hand, however, Anakin deserved every excruciating minute. The two Jedi had been dispatched to track down a missing cargo shipment which seemed to have gone down on the planet, but they were not to impede upon the locals. Obi-Wan had warned Anakin that the reason they were to avoid the locals, was because the people of Marsitul Prime viewed the powers of a Jedi as some kind of evil magic, and that to use said powers would result in banishment from the village, or worse, the planet; but then Anakin had to go spouting off all that "Chosen One" mumbo jumbo. That really got the natives going, and to atone for not only the taint of allowing practitioners of evil to pass through their village, but for fraternizing with one of their deities, it was decided that said deity was to be sacrificed to the Benevolent Mother of Marsitul Prime.

From his hiding place, Obi-Wan watched as the women stepped onto the altar and lifted the bamboo pole vertically and fixed it into the hole on the slab. Anakin should have been able to work himself loose by this point, but their resources were such that they had found a way to suppress the Force; Obi-Wan still hadn't figured out which element it was, but they wove it into everything they could, including the rope holding Anakin to the pole. No, the only way to get Anakin out of this would be to let them set Obi-Wan's Padawan on fire. Hopefully the ropes would burn fast enough for the Master to pull his Padawan out, so they could escape into the darkness.

I hope he's learned his lesson, Obi-Wan though, mildly amused as he started to make his way through the shadows and around to the back of the altar. At the very least, he'll never go near a campfire again...

AL: Drinking Spree (Jan-10)

master_obiwan — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 19:58:41 GMT

Title: Drinking Spree
Prompt: 001. Fingers
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 375
Rating: PG
Warnings Spoilers for Labyrinth of Evil, specifically chapter 28 and onwards.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin find themselves in a familiar spot.
Author's Notes: Because alcohol and Jedi amuse the snot out of me.

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The seemingly deserted street tapered into the distant horizon, sporadically illuminated by broken and half-working signs declaring that this cantina or that was currently open for business. Those whose signs had burned out years ago lent the light streaming out from under ill-fitted doors to the murky dusk of Vertice IV. A handful of stars spotted the sky from between the clouds, and a light drizzle coated everything with a skin of moisture. Obi-Wan saw the corner of Anakin's eye twitch as he surveyed the street. By the glassy sheen of his eyes, Obi-Wan figured unpleasant memories were replaying themselves in a seemingly endless loop in Anakin's mind. The young knight sighed plaintively, and rolled his shoulders in mild consternation. Beside him, Obi-Wan's lips quirked up in wry amusement.

"Problem?" he asked in mock-concern.

"No," Anakin replied. Obi-Wan watched as the young man seemed to regard the forlorn street in silent debate, his face twisted in intense dislike. "No, I lied," Anakin amended several moments later, as his features resolved into loathing. "There is a problem."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You promised Naos Three wouldn't happen again," Anakin deadpanned.

"And it isn't. This is Vertice Four."

"No, no," Anakin countered with a shake of his head. "Naos Three was very much this. We're going to get drunk trying to find out the information we need and then we'll have to fight our way out in inclement weather."

"At least it's a light rain and not a blizzard," Obi-Wan consoled.

"Just, don't order any Twi'lek appetizers, okay?"

"Actually, I was thinking of doing a round of Duros-inspired..." Obi-Wan trailed off as Anakin held up a hand to forestall him.

"Just...no."

"Fine." Obi-Wan flashed Anakin an amused grin. "Just make sure you order properly this time."

"I can order just fine."

"If I recall Naos Three correctly, when the barkeep asked you how many fingers, you answered 'five'."

"So?"

"He was asking you how much brandy you wanted, not how many you had."

Anakin harrumphed. "And how do you know I didn't want that much brandy?"

"Because the look of horror on your face when it arrived..."

"Whatever, let's just get this over with."

Obi-Wan smiled as Anakin started towards the first cantina. He was going to enjoy this.

AL: A Daring Rescue (Nov-09)

master_obiwan — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 19:05:49 GMT

Title: A Daring Rescue
Prompt: 006.

"Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death." --General Omar Bradley

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 892
Rating: PG
Warnings None
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan finds his dearest friend in trouble and he rushes to save her.
Author's Notes: :D

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Three-year-old Obi-Wan could sense something was wrong, and he didn't like it. It felt the same as the butterflies he got when he had to do something in front of the class mixed with the hollow feeling in his chest that often filled him whenever he'd awaken in the middle of the night from a nightmare, only this was ten times worse. He couldn't quite articulate what was wrong or why it was wrong, but it scared him a little. The feeling had started when Bruck had flashed him a smug grin after having come back from sneaking into the nursery during what was supposed to be naptime for all the younglings.

As Obi-Wan sat by himself trying to figure out why he felt something wrong, that wrongness suddenly spiked into unadulterated fear. Obi-Wan jumped up, the fear permeating him as if it was his own, and he stared at the door that led out of the toddler's playroom. Giving the young Knight assigned to watching them during playtime a quick glance and wondering why - as an older and supposedly more adept Jedi - the Knight couldn't feel this bad feeling too, Obi-Wan crept to the door. Once he was in the hall, Obi-Wan hurried down to the nursery and snuck in. He looked frantically around the room as the fear washed over him. The only thing out of place was the fact that the young infants were all reacting to this same badness, and the soft whimpers of sympathy for whoever was projecting the feelings collided in the room in a quiet buzz.

Young Obi-Wan walked around, trying to calm the infants in their cribs as much as he could while he tried to locate the sour-...wait! There, at the opposite side of the room was a tall cupboard that held supplies for the nursery; at the very top two large, water eyes peeked over the edge and a whimper escaped the pink, Mon Calamari mouth of the cowering crècheling.

Bant! Obi-Wan's brain flashed, identifying the stranded and distressed one-year-old girl. Obi-Wan was torn between running for help from one of the Masters and not leaving his friend in her fear. He was scared for his friend, knowing that she could fall if she wasn't careful.

It took Bant bursting into terrified tears to make Obi-Wan's decision, and he ran to the foot of the cupboard, careful not to run into any of the cribs. The young Jedi pressed themselves against the bars as they all tried to see what was going on, feeling a tendril of strength from the older boy as he rushed to Bant's aid. They were still scared, and the amplified emotions were difficult for Obi-Wan to ignore. He knew that Bant had to have been put up there by someone using the Force, and he suddenly had an idea of who it had been. The thought of Bruck coming in here and doing this to Bant simply because she was different made Obi-Wan angry, but Yoda's quiet and stern voice filled his head.

Do not give in to anger; lead you astray, it will, he had warned them once, his tired-looking eyes piercing through each of the students as the Master looked over them.

Right. What else did master Yoda say, Obi-Wan tried to think. Something about the Force being your helper, and that no one was too little and nothing was too big when the Force was involved.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and trampled down the emotions swirling around the room and pushing them out of his head. He pictured Bant up top, and how scared she was and he held out his arms as if she were on the ground and he was encouraging her to come to him. He pictured her lifting up gracefully and coming to him in a controlled descent. The gasp of surprise that sounded from behind him didn't even make the scene in his head falter once, and it wasn't long before Bant's outstretched hands touched his and the young Jedi was gathering her into his arms to hug her gently.

Bant latched onto him tightly, her crying having ceased as soon as she felt Obi-Wan's presence in the invisible arms that carried her down from her perch. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and held her close, soothing her with the whispered nonsense that the Masters always whispered to him after those nightmares.

As he turned around, Obi-Wan stopped and felt himself blush as the Crèche Master stared down at him, her jaw slightly agape.

"I'm sorry, Master," he said softly. "I couldn't leave her up there..."

The Master closed her mouth and swallowed her heart back into her chest and then forced a smile. "It's...it's alright, Obi-Wan," she said finally. "Come here, and we'll get Bant all settled again."

Obi-Wan followed the Master as she ushered him back to Bant's crib. He carefully handed his friend over and watched as she was soothed back to sleep with a little help from the Force. Once that was done, the Master looked back at Obi-Wan and smiled kindly. "Now, Obi-Wan. I want you to tell me exactly what happened..."

When all was said and done, Bruck was chastised and suspended from playtime for the rest of the afternoon, while Obi-Wan suffered through his newly-dubbed status as hero of the crèche.

AL: Timeless Love (Oct-09)

master_obiwan — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 20:40:46 GMT

Title: Timeless Love
Prompt: 004.

"Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.” - Lord Byron

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 491
Rating: PG
Warnings Spoilers for Secrets of the Jedi, by Jude Watson.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan muses on his love life.
Author's Notes: ....*hides* Sorry, thought this was going to end up in Obi/Padme territory, but then I realized that in all honesty? While that is a fun pairing to envision and I like hopping on the bandwagon ever now and then, Obi-Wan would never betray Siri's memory simply because he could never truly love anyone in the same way. ~~Anakin has permission to rejoice in this.~~

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Their friendship was an unlikely one, since she had always been a part of Bruck's entourage. But when he discovered that Bruck had been merely using Siri to try and advance in their classes faster, Obi-Wan marvelled at his first lesson in not always relying on first impressions. He found out that impressions and instinct were two different beasts, and that one ought to always try and differentiate between the two. After all, Master Qui-Gon had always told him not to trust appearances and never take anyone's attitude at face value unless it could be backed up by cold, hard fact.

So when Obi-Wan and his Master had been teamed up with Siri and hers, Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure what was going to happen between him and Siri. They had always had a volatile past when it came to interacting with each other, and Siri always had a knack for throwing Obi-Wan off-balance, mentally and physically. It was no surprise, therefore, that he and Siri had ended up having issues after they, along with Taly, got separated from their Masters and ended up hiding out in a cave in the middle of nowhere. Poor Taly had to endure days of bickering between the two padawans.

By the end of the mission, Siri and Obi-Wan had gone from being friends to falling in love to saying good-bye all in the span of a heart-wrenching week. It was Siri who had started to pull away, with her silly pact of non-acknowledgement and ignoring her feelings instead of learning to live with them while simultaneously denying them. From the second she had run away from him, Obi-Wan had felt her receding from his grasp and for almost two decades he had to live without her.

Yet as she lay there, mortally wounded and on the verge of dying, Obi-Wan felt those long years melt away as they finally broke the barriers between them and let the other in. How they could have fathomed being friends and comrades only in the face of their love, Obi-Wan didn't know. He supposed that the minds of eighteen-year-olds were always filled with funny notions that seemed foolish when reflected upon later in life. But now they knew the truth: to deny love existed was worse than accepting its quiet presence and learning to temper it with living, even if love's obligations and agendas couldn't be fulfilled.

Obi-Wan would always love her, and while he knew he would always keenly feel her absence and sorrow over her loss would visit him every now and again, he also knew that without her memory and the lessons of their entire relationship he wouldn't be the man he was now. An open heart joined an open mind, and with her death, Siri gave him the ability to see the universe in its beauty, and to accept the will of the Force in the shaping of events, deadly though they might sometimes be.

AL: Delta (Sept-09)

master_obiwan — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:27:14 GMT

Title:Delta
Prompt: 003. Boss
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings None
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan gets briefed for a mission.
Author's Notes: ...What else was I supposed to make this about? Bruce Springsteen? Anakin and Obi-Wan fighting over who's....? hrm....*plots*

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"Let's see if I got this straight," Obi-Wan replied to Commander Cody, who was escorting him and Anakin to one of the transports. The two Jedi were being deployed to rendezvous with Delta Squad on the front line; the Commandos had discovered some piece of information that was vital to the search for Grievous, and they couldn't risk transmitting it back to HQ. The pair were being given the rundown on Delta, and Obi-Wan still wasn't quite sure what to expect. "Ar-cee-one-two-oh-seven prefers to be called Sev, which I assume is reference to the oh-seven in his designation."

"That's correct," Cody said with a nod, face hidden and unreadable underneath his helmet. Obi-Wan could tell through the Force that Cody was slightly amused at the conversation.

"And ar-cee-one-one-four-oh is Fixer," Anakin piped up. "Squad slicer, and technical ops."

"You've got it, Commander Skywalker."

Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged a look before Obi-Wan continued, "Ar-cee-one-two-six-two is Scorch."

"Right," Cody confirmed. "He had an accident while handling ordnance during training on Kamino. Blew his eyebrows off. He wears the story as a badge of honour."

"So those all make perfect sense," Anakin said after a moment's consideration. "But how did ar-cee-one-one-three-eight end up with the name Boss? That's not even really a name."

Obi-Wan grinned. "Because he's the boss. What else would you call him?" Obi-Wan shot Anakin a wry look. "I think I'm going to like him. After all, he accomplished what I couldn't."

Anakin raised a brow. "And what, precisely, would that be?"

"He got his companions to acknowledge the fact that he's in charge," Obi-Wan deadpanned, before winking at Anakin and then striding up the embarkation ramp.

Cody was kind enough to keep his laughter contained silently in his helmet as he followed, leaving a sputtering and pouting Anakin behind.