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['Grown Adults' Meme from @cosmichike for Anakin]

Trying to be quiet while laughing themselves stupid. ------------

"Stop that!" Hushed voice, and a slap across the Jedi's arm, "You're gonna get us in trouble!" She might have been a bit more convincing if not for the brightness in her eyes, the crinkles at their corners and the redness of her face that wasn't from embarrassment but the breath-stifling effort of keeping the noise down. Suffice to say, Anakin wouldn't need the Force to see through her facade.

"Dammit - !" A small, almost whooping inhale, barely making it through before her hand was back over her mouth again, "The men warned me about you!"

In fairness they'd also warned her about Kenobi ('Just ask Commander Cody! No, on second thoughts don't ...'), but breaking up laughing in the middle of a diplomatic event seemed a much more 'Skywalker' thing to do. Although it was possible that overhearing a Twi'lek escort call Senator Orn Free Taa her 'sweet blue baby boy' would have felled Obi-Wan, too.

" i don't think diplomacy suits me as much as lightsaber form or piloting. i know that it's important to learn but. " elodie turns in the mirror. not exactly meeting the master skywalker's eyes. more attuned with her humble lothal upbringing at ezra's side. still moments of planetside growth had been rare. she had spent most of her life in the ghost's interior or in dusty jedi temples far across the galaxy. learning, studying. trying to understand the ways of the jedi. impulsive, unfocused, and fairly free to learn at her own pace.

she knows that the princess - is her aunt. but it's moments like these, stuffed into finery, instead of her jedi robes. " but i do the think outfits are pretty. i just wish it had. i don't know, pants? something easier to move in i think, might help? "

Stalling. That is the only way he could win against this guy as far as he's concerned, at least with a blaster to his face. If he could extend this long enough for one of his brothers to find the pair of them, then he would be okay, not to mention the operative wouldn't disappear again. Keep him talking.

──✶adventure prompts/dialogue

"Remember: diagnostic check, repairs, then we leave." He spoke slowly, carefully looking over his grand-padawan for injury before returning his attention to the damaged control panel. Ahsoka was far less distraction-prone than Anakin, but she was not any less of a trouble magnet and just as bad, she could never leave a problem unsolved. It was not something Obi-Wan would normally take offense to, but the problems between him and Stewjon were not ones either of them could repair. "It's best we not linger. We're not not supposed to be here, but we're also not-not not supposed to be here either."

It was astounding how badly he was fumbling; Obi-Wan had never had to explain his origins beyond the creche before. Not even to Anakin who used to hound him with endless questions of how he could bear to not understand where he came from.

"This is my birth world. The council has advised that I keep my distance from it." Which was not unusual for Jedi, yet also not-not not unusual either. His family had simply just gained political power since the time they relinquished him to the temple and his own high-standing within the Republic could be seen as a conflict of interest should he be seen with them. At least, that was the reason given to him. In part, it was true, but Obi-Wan suspected it had more to do with his lineage and how Xanatos had left the Order.

"Which I normally manage a decent job of given how isolated Stewjon is, but it seems we've fell upon some ill-begotten luck, haven't we, hm?" His smile was kept gentle as he flicked on the ship's high beams in a fruitless attempt to pierce through the dense fog outside. It seemed their pit stop was going to be a lengthy one.

"Though, I suppose there are worse places to crash land. The only real danger around here is, well," he cut himself short and broadly gestured at the solid white wall blocking the horizon. Very faintly, a few patches of pale pink light leaked through─likely trees trying to attract the attention of pollinators─but little else was visible.

               ahsoka  had  been  through  a  lot  today.  she  saw  anakin  again,  her  master  and  best  friend  —  her  brother.  she  saw  her  troops,  her  friends,  all  of  them  saluting  her  as  she  passed.  it  made  her  feel  something  deep  in  her  chest,  the  fact  that  they  still  respected  her  so.  anakin  had  given  her  her  sabers  back,  and  then  she'd  had  that V I S I O N,  and  then...  then  the  troopers  had  tried...

               ❝rex,❞  ahsoka  all  but  cried, her voice breaking.  they  had  just  finished  burying  the  dead.  she'd  left  her  lightsabers  behind  so  they  would  think  she  died  too...  by  ❝they❞,  of  course,  she  meant  anakin...  or  —  VADER,  now.  when  she'd  had  her  vision,  she  hadn't  understood  it,  but  now...  now,  she  wishes  she'd  never  even  seen.

It isn’t until a month has passed that he makes progress. A familiar, almost magnetic pull has him scooping up a familiar lightsaber from the sands of Tatooine. He’s not able to rejoice in the clue for long before he hears another lightsaber ignite. A red light saber sails over his head and he is quick to duck. He’s always been slightly force sensitive, having reflexes faster than his brothers.

The red saber wielding stranger seems to think he’s in Jedi. “A delightfully rare thing, a Mandalorian Jedi,” the stranger remarks with a wicked purr, eyeing him like a predator eyes its prey. The stranger doesn’t talk much before launching themself at him.

Blaster bolts echo throughout the dunes as he shoots at them first. They of course deflect the bolts easily so Cody switches to Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. He is new and clumsy with it but he gets by. He managed to disarm the dark force user although they disarm him in turn. They then tackle one another, bodies rolling amongst the sand. Their hands are on his neck and his vision is tinged with black. Is this how he is going to die?

obi-wan noticed too late that his lightsaber was missing. panic set in, heart thumping in his throat. he was a fool to carry it around as often as he did - but the semblance of familiarity, the faintest reminder of the man he once was felt necessary in a place like this. the desert was unforgiving, and stripped away everything that one did not hold close. obi-wan was a jedi. one of the last in left in the galaxy, if he believed the rumours of the empire's domination. he could not just forget that part of himself, even if common sense said it would be safer.

he never used it. he just kept it close.

and then he lost it in the damned desert. obi-wan had made the long trek back to his home, a remote cave where he could observe and keep to himself, when necessary. there were miles of sand between him and the nearest settlement. how could he have been so stupid?

racing back through the sand, obi-wan lost all sense of poise and decorum. if anyone found it, he would jeopardize his safety. he would jeopardize luke's safety. a foolish, idiotic mistake, and he-

he heard the battle before he saw it. the familiar, now-distant sound of lightsaber against lightsaber echoing across the sand. through the haze of the sun's heat, obi-wan could just make out two figures clashing in the distance - red on blue.

a sith? a servant of the empire? obi-wan's blood ran cold - but there was no doubt that the weapon in the other man's hand was his own.

he drew closer, but neither fighter seemed to notice him. the sabers were rapidly discarded in favour of close-quarters blows. was that a mandalorian? whoever he was, he was dying.

obi-wan snatched his saber out of the sand, and without hesitation, drove the saber through the possible sith's back. cold dread and lamentation flooded him - had he truly killed someone with their back turned to him?

but he knew, deep within his soul, that he had to. in order to protect luke. in order to protect himself - and in order to protect this mandalorian on the ground, though obi-wan did not know if they were friend or foe.

[Meme (I think?) from @cosmichike for Poe.]

"I knew this was gonna be a lousy day." ------------

"Yeah?" Thera reached across the table, gathering in the credit chips, "Maybe that's because your Sabacc face is utter crap."

Could she have put that a bit more gently? Of course. But they were currently in the corner of a hangar bay, surrounded by maintenance droids, ground crew and a scattered forest of landing gear, and it was business as usual for pilots to jokingly give each other a hard time.

That said, however ... Thera glanced up, hands moving absently to sort and stack the chips - a skill not so much learned from winning games as being on the other side, as a croupier. The familiarity left her free to study him a moment. "You know," More serious and little more sympathetic, "maybe you should go get some rest? Skip the rest of the lousy day?"

She'd heard about a bad mission of some kind, though she wasn't certain if Poe had been involved or just gotten the news like everyone else. Either way, it wasn't going to help anyone's mood. Pilots understood that kind of thing, too.

[Night Time Walk Meme from @cosmichike for Rex.]

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"Chicken." A gentle tease as they walked, a quick glance and grin. Another air-taxi went by, one Trooper in the passenger seat and another three somehow jammed in the back. Thera caught a brief glimpse of them elbowing each other, snickered through pressed lips. "Or maybe not."

The 501st had some very rare official downtime on Coruscant, and though they had to go in shifts (couldn't have the entire battalion away from base at once) the majority of them were heading for 79's. Which would be great for sales and maybe for the 'businesses' nearby, but maybe not so great for property damage. Not to say there were any truly bad apples in the bunch, but a crowd of large, energetic men letting off steam? Well ... things happened.

She wasn't certain that was why Rex might prefer a bit of relative peace and quiet (or as much of it as one could find in the Capitol), but perhaps. He didn't seem keen to hit the Club just yet either way, and with hands in her pockets she took a leisurely look around.