𝑶𝑩𝑰-𝑾𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑰

The scene she saw before her would be burned into her memory, forever. Never in her life had she ever seen someone so.. emotionally broken. Ahsoka was beyond pain herself, the only things keeping her going had been Rex and this strange message on her private channel. At least she’d now known why Obi-Wan had called for her. 

Ahsoka sunk to her knees in front of Obi-Wan and the newborn. The smell of death was thick in the air; Ahsoka knew what had become of Padme’s fate– and suddenly, she felt even worse than she had a minute ago. 

Eyes locked on the beautiful child in Obi-Wan’s arms, Ahsoka was doing her best to be strong and hold everything together, but so many things were threatening to spill through the cracks.  This was all so wrong. 

Obi-Wan’s words of regret spilled from his lips and Ahsoka shut her eyes painfully. The tears that she’d been holding back finally begain streaming down her cheeks and she couldn’t stop them. Just as Obi-Wan couldn’t.. stop him. 

“Obi-Wan, please–” Ahsoka started, tilting her head away from his own as she shook it. “There is nothing you could have done– I, I know.” While she hadn’t been there, Ahsoka could feel what happened. 

She knew everything and she didn’t want to know. 

Obi-Wan held the child out to her and Ahsoka turned her head back to him. Eyes meeting his own before they looked down at the child. Tentatively, Ahsoka took the child with great care into her arms if only for Obi-Wan to get his bearings. 

Looking down at – Luke, Ahsoka realized he looked so much like the both of them, and she shut her eyes painfully again, realizing he’d never meet either of them. “Luke..” She whispered, trying to find a smile to greet him for the first time with, but it was beyond her. 

Tired eyes looked at her old Master and Ahsoka sighed deeply. “Obi-Wan, no. You cannot blame yourself for this.” Ahsoka looked down at the child– no, Luke, again. “Never say that, please– you helped raise me after all.”

a cruel, self-loathing part of him almost mentioned that yes, he’d helped raise ahsoka, and then watched as she’d been falsely accused of terrorism and pressured into leaving the jedi order. he’d helped raise two failed jedi - what were the chances he’d succeed on the third try? and why take that risk? he had a zero percent success rate - there was no reason for anybody to trust him with this tiny skywalker.

but he didn’t say any of that. he didn’t really mean it anyway.

as soon as the infant was deposited safely into ahsoka’s arms, obi-wan finally let himself crumple in on himself, dropping his head into his hands and taking deep breaths as he trembled. it was pointless to try to stop - it wasn’t like there was a jedi order left to impress anymore. he hadn’t been able to save them either.

it was really starting to look like he’d failed everybody he’d ever known.

“I could have done more,“ he repeated into his hands. his robes smelled like smoke and burnt flesh, or maybe that was his hands - he couldn’t tell and didn’t particularly care. in the chaos after mustafar, he hadn’t had time to check himself for injuries, and he was too numb to try to feel anything.

A smile touched her lips, and Satine laughed as Obi-Wan flushed red at her statement.

“It’s good to know I can still make you blush,” she teased, even as he looked at her so expectantly, they were thankfully alone, a rarity is ever there was one. 

No one would know.

Crossing to him in three quick strides, Satine seized Obi-Wan by his robes and pulled him in for a kiss, just as passionate as if they were still that young couple, living on the run from the insurgents that would prefer to see her dead. In that moment she wasn’t Duchess of Mandalore, and he wasn’t a Jedi, they were just a woman and a man, who loved each other endlessly.

of course, this was exactly what obi-wan had been hoping would happen - all of a sudden, satine was kissing him, and he was kissing her, and for a few moments, while they focused on each other, nothing else had to exist. they didn’t have to be in the middle of a war, and they didn’t have to be famous political figures, and they didn’t have to be some quintessence of poise and selflessness - they could just be together.

“you were right - it worked,“ he teased, a bit breathless, as soon as they broke apart. “perhaps you should try again, though, just to be certain.“

                Smiling, pleased he was surprisingly easy to distract and she liked that in a person who caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to. Anyio chuckled at his words stepping closer with a smile that was noting less than pure mischief.                “That is a very gray area you’re stepping into. Pretty sure that’s my area and I’m shocked but pleased to find you in it.” she smirked. “Now, which one are you? There’s so many of you flocking around it’s difficult to keep you light siders straight. I think it’s the hair. All the flowing locks tend to blend together.”

“yes, it’s a bit unfortunate - my master tended toward the gray side of the force, and I’m afraid I inherited a bit of that.“ obi-wan laughed. it wasn’t entirely a lie, really - qui-gon’s disregard for the council and attunement to the raw force hadn’t been a secret. but he wasn’t about to dwell on that with any more seriousness than he had to.

She chuckled softly at his comment. Gaining a look from Ursa as Bo looked to the Jedi.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Kenobi…” she said with a shake of her head as as she looked away. Her attention back on the map as she listened to Ahsoka speak.

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“Ben?” she asked, the voice quiet but respectful. The woman was in her Star Tours uniform, hair tied up uniquely reminiscent of Coruscant elite. Her fingers held the small comm link she had been given by the Rebellion, visible for the other to see if he need clarification of who she was. Jena assumed this was her rebel spy she was aiding. “Hello. I’m Jena. I helped your family plan your tour.” She spoke as if she was helping a customer, knowing that if any of the Galactic Empire guards noticed anything off-ish they’d be under suspicion. 

          [COMMLINK]          it’s  not  you,  sir.  i’m  asking  on  behalf  of  a  brother  who  definitely  isn’t  captain  rex.

          [COMMLINK]          but  if  the  shoe  fits.  yes,  i  might  be  a  little  upset  about  the  mission.  but  i’m  over  it  now. :)

[COMM: CODY]          I think, if captain rex wishes to call one of his friends a motherfucker, he has every right to, and if he wants to use such a title for anakin, you can tell him he has my special permission, support, and approval.

for a moment, he was speechless. 

cody’s last statement had sparked something in him that he’d always known had been there, right under his surface thoughts but never acknowledged. he was right - every time obi-wan had been knocked down, he’d gotten back up, even when the people around him couldn’t. he watched everybody he loved die one by one, just out of reach until it was too late for him to save them. the war had taken his men every time they ran into the field, even when they trusted him to protect them as they died for a republic that didn’t even consider them people. he’d stood on the banks of the fiery rivers of mustafar and watched as the light in his apprentice had burned away until there was nothing left but the ashes of the man he’d raised. and YES, every time, obi-wan pulled himself together, got back on his feet, and carried on.

but now, this time, he wasn’t certain he WANTED to.

but how could he explain that to cody? how could he tell his commander, the only person he had left, that he didn’t want to try anymore? he was tired of having to be strong and righteous and perfect - but how could he tell cody that this time, he was ready to just lie down and give up? and how could he be so selfish?

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HE’S FOCUSING HARD.   Lip caught between his front teeth, eyes squinted closed. “ don’t move, master, ” Anakin chides him as he presses the splint against Obi-Wan’s leg. “ let me finish wrapping it first… it might hurt a little. ” His voice is calm despite his heart hammering against his ribcage– the injury isn’t particularly severe, but Anakin always worries so much whenever anyone close to him is hurt. At eighteen he’s already lost too many– so even slight injuries cause a moment of sharp terror. 

He finishes winding the bandage around the splint, effectively setting his Master’s leg. It’ll hold well enough for now. He bites his lip once more, incisors leaving small indentations. “ there, now we can move. ”

They’re in an alright spot now, but that could change any minute– they have to get to better cover. Right now, they can’t affort to call in any backup, they’ll just have to wait it out. Anakin knows he can handle some of the mission on his own– but he’s not going to be letting his Master use that leg until he’s gotten a proper medpac for it. 

“I’m going to be alright, anakin,“ he said, though his teeth clenched and his head tilted back as his padawan bound his leg to the splint. he’d be alright, of course, he wasn’t about to die from a broken leg, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t absolutely excruciating. he’d hit hit head again when they’d been thrown back by an explosion, and when he’d awakened, he found that his leg had been crushed and trapped under a pile of large, metal debris. 

it wasn’t the worst injury he’d ever had, but he certainly wasn’t looking forward to the talk he’d get from the healers back at the temple. 

@hiighground asked: rfln

SEND ‘TFLN’ FOR A TEXT STARTER USING A TEXT FROM TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT’S RANDOM GENERATOR. | Accepting

[text: Obi-Wan]: Is there any reason why a taxidermic donkey head is in the shower?

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          [COMMLINK]     how soon in a friendship can you start calling them a motherfucker?

[COMMLINK]           with anakin, it was almost immediate, but I suppose it depends on the friend. why? who’s your friend and what have they done?