#forcewilled

While Dooku's ship had not crashed, and he considered himself a capable pilot, there was little denying that if it hadn't been for a brief warning in the Force and the skill to listen to it properly, said not-crashing would have certainly been a crash.

As matters stand, he had been able to walk away from the damaged little ship, and while his tunic did betray the signs of it, it could be worse. He still looked somewhat presentable, for a man who had left the Temple with nothing but the bare minimum to follow a distress signal less than a day's worth of hiperspace travel away and then not-crashed a ship.

Finding another Jedi in this remote, desolate planet he had found himself in had been relieving, for all he was no-one he recognized.

He would have, years later. But all he had now was the way the Force shifted around him, and Dooku, duelist extraordinaire and diplomat born, did not have the sharpest connection to some areas of the Force. After all, Sifo-Dyas had enough of a connection for three.

It was still not so meager a connection that he did not notice the way the other Jedi's affirmation did not ring of malice.

Nor is it so weak a connection that he has not noticed that something -he doesn't yet know what, but something- changed in the moments before the not-a-crash. And that there was something to the Jedi before him.

"I am following a distress signal." He spoke again, steady and put-together and with the air of one who has mastered peace by sheer strength of internal will. "If your mission does allow for it, I would be grateful for your assistance."

obi wan had gotten out of bed, made his way to where he knew his master would already be, mediating on the force. he was still a padwan, still under his master qui gon jinn. he considered it a privilege. his master was strong, wise, and empathetic. he saw the galaxy different then some, and that made him, in obi wan's opinion, a better jedi. he saw all life forms as equal, and fought for what was right, even if he was alone. obi wan had been a rule follower, and while his master did nothing against the jedi order, he knew qui gon's actions caused some stir. that didn't matter to him. he wanted to be as respected and wise as him someday ❝sorry i am late master❞ he wasn't really, maybe a minute or two. however he knew qui gon would've been there early no matter what.

" i don't need a lesson, " jyn snarls, masking her confusion, her fear, with what she knows best : anger. " you want to know what i think ? i think it's none of your fucking business. "

               ❝master  qui-gon,❞   ahsoka  still  called  him  "master"  out  of  respect,  though  he  had  been  long  retired  from  the  jedi  order. she was  about to bring up a touchy subject, so she needed to be as respectful as she could. ❝we all believed that he — anakin — was the chosen one. i still BELIEVE that,❞ ahsoka all but pleaded.

@forcewilled : i'm as human as the next man.

"And I trust you half as much." Shmi shakes her head. "My son is everything to me. He's everything I am. He's my entire world. I won't see him harmed, or brought somewhere he'll be mistreated."

for better or for worse, padmé kept ears everywhere. it had been established out of safety, initially. though that was still an extent of its purposes, now it bore necessity for other things related to her work. this bore no consequence to either, but it had certainly caught her interest nonetheless. padmé had not exactly gotten along with master jinn in her youth, in fact it'd been quite some time since their paths had directly crossed, but she bore a distinct respect for all that he had done, for the good of both her home & the galaxy. that was why she was here herself, rather a handmaiden.