obi-wan had been keeping tabs on as many people as possible, the more he learned about the life he had not lived, the more he wished it had not happened the way it did. but everything is as the force wills it, and obi-wan had always let the force work through him. so when news of a familiar face at pantora reached him, he could not help but jump on a ship and travel there.
he had no idea which ventress he would find. so far the rift had no sense to it, it took and it brought back, and it snatched, and plucked away, and gave second chances across time and space, the entire history of the galaxy in the hands of the force, as it had always been, as it should always be.
the jedi’s last memory of asajj ventress was that of a fierce sith assassin who had him at every turn. but he had learned about how she had left the sith influence, and how she had helped ahsoka when he had not, and for that he would always be grateful. whatever he could do to help ventress in this new reality, unless of course he found a much older ventress, then maybe she might help him fill in the blanks.
❝ventress❞ obi-wan greeted the dathomirian, ❝you look well❞ he said with a sincere tone, nothing like the flirtatious quips they had exchanged in their many confrontations, ❝and as young as i remember, so i take it you were brought forward through the rift?❞ he asked tentatively taking a few steps back, hand still away from the lightsaber pinned to his hip, ❝curiosity brought me here, i wanted to know if you still wanted to kill me…❞
“forward in time?” lips let out a hoarse laugh, dark amusement on her features. “there wasn’t another option, i’m afraid.” dooku had seen to that. obi-wan, however . . . she’d heard of him living long past herself, far into the age of the empire. but the man before her was just as she remembered leaving him, if a year or two younger and lacking the dark circles under his eyes that skywalker’s company ( & her own antagonism ) had undoubtedly brought. even the order’s brightest jedi could be sunk by three years of war & death.
“don’t flatter yourself.”
slender fingers signal to the bartender, sliding a drink across the stained counter towards the jedi. they’d never known him to drink, but the rift had certainly changed her - who knew? it might have made kenobi pick up more frowned upon habits.
“as annoying as your constant charisma can be, kenobi, that’s hardly worth drawing a lightsaber over.” he’d been kind to her, near the end. as lawless as they could be, they were beyond repaying goodness with violence. and as much as she hated to admit it, they’d always had a soft spot for the man.