𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 / 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃.

          Hello  there!  Welcome  to  khenobi.  This  is  an  independent  writing  account  for  Obi-Wan  Kenobi  from  George  Lucas’  Star  Wars  franchise.  This  blog  will  contain  a  few  heavy  topics,  be  selective,  mutuals  only,  mostly  plot  driven,  and  18+.  I  will  not  be  following  the  Kenobi  series,  or  little  to  none  of  the  Disney  series.  Inspirations  will  be  from:  the  originals,  the  prequels,  clone  wars,  rebels,  and  heavy  on  the  novels.  Please  contact  me  if  you  have  questions  or  concerns!  Rules  and  verses  are  below  the  cut!

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1-5 FAVORITE FILMS:

Phantom Menace

Return of The Jedi

Revenge of The Sith

Solo

Rogue One

1-5 FAVORITE CHARACTERS:

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kanan Jarrus/Caleb Dume

Mara Jade

Darth Maul

Talon Karrde

1-5 FAVORITE EPISODES:

Clone Wars S1E20 Innocents of Ryloth

Clone Wars S3E9 Hunt for Ziro

Clone Wars S5E1 Revival

1-5 FAVORITE BOOKS:

Master & Apprentice by Claudia Gray

Dark Force Rising: The Thrawn Trilogy by Timothy Zahn

Wild Space by Karen Miller

Death Troopers by Joe Schreiber

Dooku: Jedi Lost by Cavan Scott

1-5 FAVORITE SOUNDTRACKS:

Victory Celebration

Imperial March

Battle of the Heroes

Princess Leia's Theme

Duel of the Fates

01. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

 Sorrow, caution, calm, joy, inspiration, and love.

02. COLORS.

Baby blue, brown, gold, and white.

03. SCENTS.

Fresh earth, fresh pot of caf, newly burned incense, and old texts.

04. FASHION.

Jedi robes, Jedi armor, warm colored tunics, freshly polished boots, and sand dusted cloaks.

05. OBJECTS.

A few of Qui-Gon’s old mementos from his living quarters (including his pancho when they visited Tatooine), books found on other planets regarding language and history, a second River Stone (the first from Qui-Gon was given to Anakin).

06. BODY LANGUAGE.

Elegant posture, tired eyes somehow focused, hands on hips, hands crossed over chest, tapping foot, tapping fingers on hard surfaces, one leg crossed over the other, a smirk, and stifling chuckles.

07. AESTHETICS.

long walks down quiet halls, soft laughter, sunlight beaming through high windows, tear stained cheeks, calm animals, the sound of a  gentle river, and the heavy thought of 'What else could I have done?'.

░ OBI-WAN KENOBI

There was a piece of him that YEARNED for some type of revenge - some MEANS to make all of the suffering worth it. Was he not worth even THAT ? Had he suffered these last MONTHS only to become a wasted effort ? Well… he already WAS, wasn’t he ? No intention on reporting his FINDINGS was to be seen - there was no reason why he should GIVE Lord Vader what he wanted. What was the worst that could happen ? GONE already was the boy once captivated by the GALAXY ( buried, perhaps, but not gone ). Unbeknownst to HIMSELF, he yearned for rescue as equally as revenge, but hope for such RELIEF was gone as quickly as it arrived - crushed by the TRUTH that he was not worth the effort. As had been PROVEN by the very Master before him.

No. His REASONS for coming to Tatooine were COMPLETELY selfish - only for his benefit and his alone. Yellowing eyes HARDENED at the sight of his former Master, seemingly relaxed and UNBOTHERED, though Hiro knew better. He could tell, just as EASILY as he knew Kenobi could read him, that there was fear. Even the smallest HINT of it was enough to fuel the rage that BURNED - Hiro clung to it, FEEDING off it like a parasite. The MORE, the better. “ You could TRY with a poor attempt at an EXCUSE, ” he spat, boots shuffling as he began to pace, “ Or are you BEYOND trying to defend yourself ? ” Gloved fingers curled tightly around RED entwined hilt, crescent design angling downward in a more aggressive manner. “ All that time together, teaching me USELESS lessons to limit my power… and for WHAT ? To ditch me the SECOND the galaxy turned on itself ? ”

Mockingly, SEVENTEEN year old moved to a bow, mimicking that of their usual traditions between respectful spars. “ THANK YOU, Master… for the final lesson. It left its scars ALL over me. I’ll never forget it. ” Scoffing, he righted himself, GLARE darkening as the ground seemed to rumble beneath his feet from pressure alone - from the Force being bent to his will against the usual co-existence. The QUESTION only seemed to aggravate him further, but he refrained from immediately attacking… for NOW. “ … I don’t know. ” The answer was honest and seemingly CALM. “ I did what I had to to SURVIVE. What you did to me, what was done to me… it’s just a CONSEQUENCE of pain. But, it made me STRONGER… a lot stronger. ” He shifted, pacing side to side before stopping, glancing to his former Master with a conflicted expression - one of pain and sorrow. “ You left me to DIE at the Temple, Kenobi. Me - your PADAWAN. Your friend. You never came back for me… but you left this planet. For HER. For HIM. So why should I believe anything you say now ? ”

             Words  that  were  spat  in  his  face  hurt.  They  burned,  hotter  than  the  twin  suns  outside.  Kenobi  was  exhausted  beyond  his  years.  His  shoulders  were  set  heavily,  holding  up  the  weight  of  the  fallen  brothers  and  sisters  of  the  Jedi.  A  heavy  heart  with  all  that  failure  that  he  deemed  to  be  his  fault.  Even  the  weight  of  Anakin  Skywalker’s  fall.  That  face  off  between  the  two  had  spoke  truth.  Kenobi  didn’t  kill  Anakin  Skywalker...  Vader  did.  He  himself  did  it.  He  understood  those  words  despite  them  cutting  so  deep  within  his  skin.  He  let  them  cut,  let  them  bleed,  let  them  stay.  He  wouldn’t  clean  those  wounds.  How  could  he  when  looking  at  them  reminded  him  of  what  he  was  a  part  of?  It’s  what  he  deserved.  

        Even  after  all  these  years  that  passed  by,  his  head  began  to  burn.  Temples  throbbed,  squeezed  his  brain,  a  hot  searing  pain  he  would  never  forget.  The  stress  and  weight  of  a  general  in  war.  A  mission  that  stained  him,  no  amount  of  healing  he  had  done  would  save  him  from  this  unfortunate  migraine.  Another  reminder.  

          Kenobi  kept  his  arms  crossed  over  his  chest,  looking  at  his  former  Padawan.  The  love  and  care  was  still  in  his  pale  hues.  He  had  fallen...  allowed  himself  to  be  wrapped  up  in  hate.  Kenobi  couldn’t  blame  him.  There  were  many  times  when  he  felt  the  soft  caress  of  the  darkness.  How  comfortable  it  was  to  give  in,  to  let  himself  be  taken  over  by  the  hate  and  pain.  He  could  have  easily  slid  into  the  path  of  Darth  Maul.  Let  himself  live  and  fester  there.  He  could  have,  but  he  knew  that  life  could  be  so  much  more.  The  light  was  what  they  chose.  The  light  wasn’t  there  to  be  picked  because  they  won.  They  chose  the  light  because  it  was  simply  that...  the  light.

        It  was  all  true,  what  he  had  said.  He  left  this  planet  that  he  swore  not  to  leave.  However,  he  swore  to  protect  this  boy  at  all  costs.  The  young  girl  was  not  in  his  care,  not  the  one  his  last  and  finally  mission  was  based  on.  In  the  end,  her  danger  would  soon  catch  up  to  Luke.  Dealing  with  the  matter  as  quickly  as  he  did  was  the  best  solution.  Everyone  was  safe  from  the  clutches  of  The  Empire.  Yes,  even  now  he  saw  that  his  Padawan  did  not  contact  The  Empire.  Or,  Lord  Vader  for  that  matter.  It  made  Kenobi  think.  Vader  would  surely  find  out  about  this,  and  who  could  lie  to  him?  This  had  to  mean  that  Hiro  knew  this.  He  had  to.  One  quality  he  admired  and  adored  was  how  knowledgeable  he  was.

          “  You’re  right,  ”  he  looked  down  at  the  dirt,  “  I  did  not  come  back  for  you,  ”  he  admitted  out  loud,  “  You  were  a  smart  boy.  You  still  are,  Hiro.  You  honestly  think  I  would  leave  you  if  I  didn’t  find  you  capable?  You  would  find  a  way  out.  You  would  find  safety.  You  had  all  the  training  I  could  have  ever  offered  you.  You  just  had  to  put  it  into  action,  ”  his  gaze  lifted  to  the  boy,  “  Innocent  lives  were  in  need  of  help.  They  had  no  protection  of  their  own.  It’s  what  we  Jedi  do.  It’s  what  you  were  taught,  what  you  had  believed  in.  ”

░ OBI-WAN KENOBI

The HATE was so strong within, he wasn’t sure where it began and where it ended. It had been CRAFTED to a chaotic whirlwind that had little control - this was as MUCH as he could muster. TRUE, he had been caught long before he’d managed to control his TEMPER, but it was his temper that had ultimately saved him. The direction of anger pointed toward a COMMON enemy. And though he had hunted those that used the FORCE, he had little interest in fulfilling the missions assigned. The STRUGGLE of the light and dark clashed and did nothing but INFURIATE him - drowning him in the rough waters of INDECISION. Anger was easier - anger was always easier - there was no REASON beyond rage incarnate. Once out of CONTROL… he was impossible to reel in. And he was toeing the line between CONTROL and LACK thereof. They had SHOCKED it all to life - a monster inside.

“ Why didn’t I what - come to YOU for help ? ” Though the QUESTION was reasonable, the TONE in which young Inquisitor asked it was nothing short of MOCKERY. How could Obi-Wan Kenobi have expected him to come to him for HELP … ? When he’d blatantly forgotten ALL about him ? A bitter SOUND erupted in the form of an exasperated laugh. Where he had once stopped circling the old MASTER, he now began again, eyes boring through dark visors at the other. “ Or maybe you’re wondering WHY you didn’t FEEL anything happening ? I can’t answer that for you, Obi-Wan. I can take a GUESS - betcha I’d be right. ”

Gloved hand reached up, pushing the side of midnight helmet, sinister HISS sounding as plating parted. With a heavy sigh, Hiro pulled it from his head, MATTED hair a wild mess upon his head, yellowing eyes GLARING across the expanse between them. “ I’d ask if you missed me, but I’ve LEARNED better. ” Opposite hand remained PERCHED upon circlet hilt of crimson ‘saber, arm bending as helmet was tucked against his side. “ Awful quiet. What - nothing witty to SAY ? No quips ? ” Despite the new SCARS dragging across his jaw, one cutting across his cheek to just beneath an eye, he somehow looked THE SAME. And yet, cruelty had lined its way into his FACE as he had grown - no longer the fourteen year old child, but seventeen… and nearly DESTROYED beyond repair. NEARLY. Frustration bloomed and he snarled, teeth BARED in a feral way before he leaned forward, glare darkening a LEVEL as he gripped hilt tighter, prepared to draw if need be. But, there was almost a DESPERATION in his hurricane of ANIMOSITY. Something that still screamed for HELP.

“ Say something … MASTER. ”

                 The  hate  that  radiated  off  of  him  suffocated  him.  It  wrapped  tightly  around  his  throat,  dragging  him  to  the  floor,  sinking  on  his  knees.  Ben  could  not  imagine  that  this  was  his  Padawan.  The  sweet  boy  who  had  a  brilliant  mind?  This  was  the  same  one?  Oh,  yes,  he  knew  this  was  him.  He  just  didn’t  want  to  believe  this.  Deep  denial  that  two  of  his  Padawans,  two  of  the  greatest  people,  fell  to  the  darkness.  It  was  too  much  to  handle,  and  he  could  feel  everything  inside  of  him  crumble.  His  heart  shattered,  the  dip  in  the  Force  washing  over  the  two  of  them  as  it  did  so.  He  couldn’t  look  at  Hiro.  Not  right  at  this  moment.  He  had  to  find  his  strength  once  again.

        Pale  blues  instantly  looked  away  from  the  young  figure  as  he  took  off  his  helmet.  Looking  into  those  youthful  eyes  would  be  too  much  for  Ben.  Panic  filled  him  suddenly.  Panic  for  Luke,  panic  for  everything  he  worked  for  to  keep  safe.  Would  Hiro  do  anything?  Say  anything?  Maybe  he  had  already  done  so.  Or,  maybe  he  came  here  to  end  it  all.  Take  his  revenge  out  on  him.  As  much  as  he  would  not  fight  him,  Ben  would  have  no  choice.    Hope  of  a  better  future  stood  with  those  twins.  He  believed  in  them.  Just  like  how  he  believed  that  Hiro  wasn’t  truly  gone  either.

░ OBI-WAN KENOBI

Who are you ? The single QUESTION made temper flare wildly out of control, ground RUMBLING beneath boots, pebbles of stone skidding to the walls within hidden home. How TYPICAL -  how predictable. Scoff crackled from within the sleek helmet, shoulders pushing back as spine straightened - standing TALL so as not to appear fearful of the great Jedi Master. There had once been a time when the LIGHT had provided warmth and safety - the COMFORT of a home. And then, in the blink of an eye, it had burned him - left SCARS along the skin that could never be ignored. And in the wake of its damage, the DARKNESS had created a reliance on its aching PAIN. The more it hurt, the stronger he became. Or so he’d been TAUGHT - if the word teach could have been used.

“ You don’t REMEMBER me ? ” Steps carried the shorter forward, slowly CIRCLING the taller Jedi like predator to prey. “ Not that I’m SURPRISED… I was so easy to FORGET. ” Gloved fingers drummed against crescent hilt, AGONIZINGLY slow, as if war drums on the horizon. A mantra that held no WORDS - only the sequenced tapping. There was BARELY enough control to resist the urge to simply ATTACK. But, he wasn’t there on word of Sith Lord, nor was he willing to WHISPER information to Inquisitors. He was there for SELFISH reasons - a craving for revenge - to TWIST a knife into a wound not yet MADE. “ What with you protecting HIM and rescuing HER. ”

Short Inquisitor stopped just in front of the other, the HATE flowing from him in tidal waves, thickening the air, dimming the natural lighting of TWIN suns. Pressure from every corner, a low GROWLING rumbling from the Force. “ You’ve been so BUSY saving everyone else… it’s no wonder you don’t remember ME. ”

               He  listened,  not  shedding  a  single  word.  His  thoughts  wondered,  but  not  too  deeply.  Ben  didn’t  want  to  lose  his  stance  to  the  younger.  The  hate  that  oozed  out  could  drown  him,  but  he  kept  his  head  above  water.  He  didn’t  dare  to  lose  himself  to  the  darkness,  not  like  this.  Though  it  hurt  to  see,  he  knew  that  falling  to  the  darkness  was  much  easier  than  to  face  it.  He  had  seen  the  paths  for  himself  to  fall  into  it,  to  that  warmth,  the  comfort  of  simply  giving  in...

          Mind  snapped  back  to  the  younger  with  furrowed  brows.  Protecting  him  and  rescuing  her?  How  did...?  Who  was...?  Arms  dropped  to  his  side,  feeling  his  lightsaber  hit  against  it.  Fingers  twitched,  wanting  to  protect,  but  this  young  man  was  someone  he  used  to  protect.  He  was  someone  he  wanted  to  protect,  and  still  wanted  to  do  so.  He  knew  this  young  man.  He  wished  this  wasn’t  so,  but  oh...  oh  it  was  him.  How?  Why?  His  heart  bled,  sank  to  the  bottom  of  his  stomach.

                     His  spine  shuddered,  heart  almost  stopping  in  his  chest.  This  was  his  Padawan.  How  did  he  lose  him?  What  could  he  have  done?  What  did  he  do?  Both  of  his  learners  fell  to  the  darkness.  Perhaps  everything  he  had  once  thought  was  true.  What  sort  of  Master  was  he?  How  could  he  allow  this  to  happen?  Ben  could  fall  to  his  knees  in  that  very  moment,  scream  until  his  throat  was  raw.  Eyes  watered  but  they  did  not  fall.  There  was  anger,  sadness,  and  just  agony,  but  it  was  not  directed  at  the  younger,  but  at  himself.

                 He  felt  it.  The  darkness  that  left  a  cold  void  in  his  stomach.  The  feeling  dropped  heavily,  body  shuddered,  and  the  migraines  came  back.  The  stress.  Something  was  in  his  home...  someone.  Someone  that  swam  with  hate  and  fear.  A  young  soul,  a  terribly  sad  soul.  The  presences  told  him  to  run,  set  his  hair  on  end,  but  he  will  face  it.  Heaviness  at  his  hip  reminded  him  that  he  had  his  protection  if  he  so  needed.

          Kenobi  did  not  speak  a  single  word,  light  on  his  feet  as  he  entered  his  small  home.  Pale  blues  swept  across  the  area,  and  there,  in  the  middle  of  his  living  space,  a  person  stood.  The  coldness  weighed  heavily  down  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach,  more  than  it  already  had.

            The  dark  side  was  strong.

          Just  as  his  own  path  lay  before  him,  Hiro  had  his  own.  It  was  something  that  he  sensed  before.  That  there  was  something  he  was  meant  to  do.  Now,  it  was  still  the  same,  just  a  little  bit  different.  As  the  Clone  Wars  raged  on,  Ben  understood  that  this  young  one  was  the  voice...  the  heart  of  the  clones.  He  would  help  the  senate  realize  that  these  clones  weren’t  that,  but  people  with  their  own  ambitions,  and  deserved  their  life  after  the  war.  He  saw  it.  The  Force  whispered  it  to  him,  and  so,  he  tried  his  best  to  help  steer  him  in  the  right  direction.  Of  course,  some  of  it  hit  head  first  with  the  teachings.  It  was  a  difficult  journey,  but  it  appeared  that  young  Hiro  didn’t  quite  see  it  yet.

          “  You  heard  me  just  fine,  Hiro.  You  are  my  son.  There  is  a  connection,  one  that  I  wasn’t  quite  sure  of  during  the  war.  Or,  perhaps,  not  sure  for  a  year.  Once  I  realized,  everything  seemed  more  clear  to  me.  I  knew  how  I  wanted  us  to  work,  more  so,  understood  how  we  worked.  If  only  we  had  more  time...  ”  he  looked  away,  as  if  ashamed,  “  I  should  have  told  you  sooner,  how  I  felt,  ”  though,  he  chuckled  at  his  words,  “  No,  not  dehydrated.  I  think  you  have  that  covered,  young  one,  ”  once  again,  lips  curled  into  a  smile.  This  time  it  was  warm,  and  full  of  a  little  joy,  “  You  learn  to  let  go,  and  I’m  proud  that  you  have.  Still,  if  you  wish  to  talk  about  the  subject  any  further...  I’m  willing.  ”

          ‘I  don’t  belong  anywhere’.

          “  Oh,  dear  boy,  ”  he  shook  his  head,  “  Still  so  much  to  be  learned.  You  are  young  yet,  but  you  belong.  You  belong  in  this  galaxy.  Just  not  here.  You  are  right  about  that,  and  though  I  hate  to  admit  it,  you  belong  elsewhere.    ”  he  replied  calmly,  sweet,  and  yet  sad.  A  hand  rested  on  the  back  of  Hiro’s  messy  locks,  gingerly  and  aware  of  wounds  nearby.

      I know I talked about it briefly, and we all know he fights on the defense, but not many know why. Each fighting style a Jedi prefers, or perfects, is to make up something they don’t have, or to aid them in what they need help in. In essence, to overcome their flaws. Obi-Wan's flaw is his lack of talents in the Force. Since he does have a lack of talents in the Force, Obi-Wan took up Soresu. A type of fighting that is known to be defensive. Fighting in this style gives him a defensive state where he does not need to worry about anything else. He has perfected this fighting style to the point that he is one of the best duelists in The Order. His high stamina and fast reflexes make it rather impossible to break his defense. 

“That is so like you, Master Kenobi. I am called a great swordsman because I invented a lethal style; but who is greater, the creator of a killing form—or the master of the classic form?" "I'm very flattered that you would consider me a master, but really—" "Not a master. The master." ―Mace Windu & Obi-Wan Kenobi

     Also given that he fights in this style gives him time to analyze his opponent to find a weak spot. Much like the fight between him, Maul, and Savage. In that fight, Obi-Wan came to understand that Savage’s knee is a weak area. He keeps striking it until finally it caved in, and he could take more of the upper hand.

« general kenobi »

    “Thank you, General.” Gratitude was audible in baritone voice, droid-like helmet dipping in an accompanying nod. Even when there was no reason to trust him, Kenobi had allowed a fragment of enough for them to dismiss any hostilities. Echo could not even begin to imagine the trials of being a Jedi during such a disastrous time. Hard enough was it to be a rogue clone that pushed back against the rising Empire, but to be a Jedi… ? After what they’d witnessed on Kaller — after the way General Billaba’s troops had shot her down. Echo hated that the memory still lingered … even after all the events between. There was no forgetting the screams that stretched across the expanse, tearing through the atmosphere — permanently burned into core processor. The tension seemed to unwind and Echo’s shoulders relaxed, albeit subtly. There was still so much he carried upon them, they sagged with fatigue almost instantly. Shrugging, left hand adjusted hanging bag, ensuring newly acquired supplies remained in tact — he didn’t want to have to scour the markets of Tatooine for longer than necessary.      “Everything feels like it was years ago…”

Yet, for him, everything felt both years and days apart. Time had moved so quickly, escalating the immense need to adapt at an almost alarming rate. Echo had scrambled to catch up to the present after his rescue, but with the galaxy crumbling to pieces, there was only a fragment of stability before it all crashed. Echo wasn’t sure which was worse — his lack of adapting or the lack of fear he had in its wake. Blinking behind sealed visor, he returned to the present, shifting to adjust his oddly angled weight. The hollow dip in the General’s voice made concealed face fall slightly — he worried about the others. There were many names he’d come to know in the GAR, but only a few Jedi he knew by name and face alone. He could only hope that were some as lucky as them — as lucky as the General before him. If Captain Rex could survive ( of which he hadn’t doubted ), then it was fair to assume others could have… right ?     “Me too, sir.” A small glance around behind stiff visors gave little to no information on the padawan that oft’ followed. “… Just you ?” A subtle way of asking where the smaller might be — the twinge of hope battling the sorrow dragging words down. The words were clear, even if unspoken — I’m sorry. So much guilt he held, and yet his hand had done nothing to turn the tide either way. Echo sighed, shaking helm side to side.

Attention, however, diverted as he shifted to stand straight, adjusting the supplies at his side. Half-smile was audible when he spoke again. Chuckle crackled with metallic sound, something almost nostalgic about the reminiscence of normalcy.      “More or less. The boys give me a list when I have to go out… lucky I can remember things well enough to repeat them.” A quick glance around once more gave Echo a clear view of their surroundings — no one of suspicion just yet. He nodded just once and made move to follow the other, intent on keeping their trek as natural as possible.       “Lead the way, sir. I’m right behind you. I’ll let the boys know it’ll be a while.”

               It  was  pain  brought  upon  the  Jedi,  and  he  was  sure  other  Jedi  have  fallen  upon  worse  situations  than  his  own.  Death  lingered,    was  burning  through  the  Force...  It  was  a  sickening  feeling.  Death  brought  on  by  someone  he  knew  and  loved.  He  couldn’t  come  to  terms  with  that,  not  for  a  long  time.  His  actions  were  disgraceful,  but  there  was  an  amount  of  good  within  him.  That  much  Kenobi  knew  for  sure.  It  was  in  fact,  that  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  bring  it  out  in  him.  He  couldn’t.  Nor  could  Padmé.  This  balance  in  the  Force  would  be  from  The  Chosen  One,  but  not  in  the  way  they  thought.  They  all  had  to  be  patient.  The  time  would  come.  A  new  hope  settled  upon  the  twins  suns.

          “  Heavy  is  the  suffering  that  follows  us.  If  we  do  not  heal  ourselves,  it  will  weigh  us  down  even  more.  ”  something  he  was  still  working  on.  Working  alone.  On  the  Tatooine  sands.  in  his  hut.  Alone.  This  life  was  no  life  for  a  Jedi,  and  will  be  challenging.  However,  his  new  purpose  was  here.  

              His  words  had  meaning,  and  it  made  him  wince,  “  Yes.  Just  me.  ”  a  small  nod  to  confirm  Echo’s  curiosity.  Kenobi  had  a  moment  of  dark  thoughts  when  he  finally  got  to  safety,  wondering  if  his  Padawan  had  made  it.  However,  there  was  no  irk  feeling,  and  believed  in  the  Force  that  he  was  still  alive.  Confusion  and  darkness  will  follow  him,  but  he  will  be  alright.  He  was  strong,  smart,  and  had  all  the  training  he  needed.  He  may  not  understand  now,  but  he  will,  “  Just  me.  ”  he  repeated  more  softly,  a  harsh  sadness  in  his  tone.

One GLANCE around the crashed ship’s interior was enough to give Hiro an idea of just how BAD it had all been. Not many of the TROOPERS deployed with the team seemed to be living - everyone seemed DOWN save for his Master and one other soldier that had already been extracted. Small enough to fit between the folds of interior support, Hiro wiggled through and motioned for the two troopers to stand-by, crouching as he made way to his Master. Brows pinched, large eyes surveying the possible damage. He knew B4-MX would be able to detect and analyze the injuries much faster, but for now, he went with the BASIC knowledge he had. “ Looks like your leg took a pretty bad hit. B4 can patch you up - he’s probably in the SQUARE with Waxer and Boil. ” The little medi-droid tended to follow those two around. “ Don’t worry, Master. We can get you out. ”

At least, he HOPED they could. He knew that he, himself, was much smaller than everyone around him - the SHORTEST of the team. Even if he could get Kenobi onto his feet, he wouldn’t be able to balance him on his shoulder, as one of their soldiers might have. “ Commander Cody is gonna give you one LONG lecture about this, I bet, ” Hiro joked, rolling his eyes. He TRIED to lift his Master on his own, but the inability to exactly help balance the weight was a clear sign that he wouldn’t be able to get very far. He turned, motioning to one of the clones ( one with zagging golden-orange paint across the chassis ). “ Right… Zoom. Help me out here. ”

Entering the gunship, Zoom moved to crouch down and moved Padawan aside, reaching for the Jedi’s arm, careful not to jostle him too much. “ I’ve got you, sir. Just lean on me. Can’t have the Little Commander doing all the carrying. ” His joke was met with a swift punch to the side, Hiro huffing as he shook out his hand, instead reaching for his Master’s arm and trying to help him up and forward. Drawing lightsaber in his opposite hand, he twisted it around and moved to exit the gunship, shaking as the ground rattled with the approaching fire of the raging FIGHT. “ As soon as you guys have a clear shot, head STRAIGHT for Commander Cody. ” Eyes panned upwards, padawan nervously shuffling. “ Master, I want to make sure there’s no one else left out here. Do you think you can handle these guys…? ”

       His  Padawan  seemed  to  have  a  knack  of  collecting  clone  troopers.  Those  in  training,  or  finding  the  many  that  were  a  part  of  his  battalion.  The  young  boy  was  quick  to  make  friends  with  them,  make  them  his  brothers.  It  was  easily  spotted  by  Obi-Wan,  and  the  many  other  Masters  that  would  observe  the  young  boy.  It  was  enduring,  watching  him  bring  them  to  light,  making  them  more  “human”.  It  was  sad  to  say  that  so  many  needed  that  to  be  done  for  the  clones.  Could  they  not  see?  That  they  were  more  than  just  clones?  That  they  were  all  individuals?  Perhaps  not,  but  Hiro  would  make  them  see.

          That  was  enough  to  put  a  small  smile  on  his  lips.

          The  pain  radiated  up  and  down  his  leg,  pulsating  bruised  pain  that  ached  with  any  movement.  It  must  have  gotten  twisted  somehow,  or  maybe  even  worse.  He  couldn’t  tell,  and  honestly  didn’t  care  to  know  until  he  was  out  of  this  gunship.  Thankfully  the  two  soldiers  moved  in  to  help  him.  Obi-Wan  made  sure  not  to  lean  too  much  on  them,  though  he  knew  they  would  be  scolding  him  for  it,  “  Oh,  no  we  wouldn’t  want  that,  ”  he  winced,  “  As  I  recall  the  movement  on  the  gunship  almost  made  you  fall  over.  ”  he  mused  despite  the  pain.

          Dirt  and  ground  beneath  them  rumbled  with  machines  and  marching  men.  His  sturdy  leg  already  felt  the  vibrations,  making  him  want  to  fall  to  his  knees.  The  two  troopers  that  held  him  up  stopped  him  from  doing  so.  The  hot  sun  beat  down  on  his  neck,  sweat  tickled  there  too.  Brows  narrowed  as  he  concentrated,  trying  to  get  the  sun  out  of  his  eyes.  His  main  focus  was  trying  to  understand  what  was  the  best  way  out.  Though  it  appeared  that  there  would  be  no  easy  way  through  a  clearing-

          His  voice  reached  his  ears,  and  focused  him  from  his  mind.  Pale  blues  looked  down  with  confusion  for  a  moment...  half  a  second,  and  then  it  came  to  him.  For  him  to  run  off  on  the  battlefield  alone?  Obi-Wan’s  body  jerked  in  response  to  wanting  to  follow  right  after  him.  That  earned  a  grunt  of  pain,  the  feeling  rolling  through  his  injured  leg.  Once  again,  he  winced,  “  H-Hiro  I  don’t  think  that’s  a  good  idea.  You  running  off-  ”  he  was  hovering  again.  At  least  he  stopped  himself  this  time.  There  was  fear,  of  course,  and  fear  was  something  he  should  not  let  drive  him.