#jedixcode

A breath and Del finds himself wandering the streets of Coruscant. Idly trying to find a place to not be around others. A place for a drink where he won't be bothered. A place that would be easy to be lost in the crowd. He needs time to think. He needs time to let everything sink in. He's still recovering from his injuries, even as he walks into a cantina. The atmosphere is loud. People don't turn to even acknowledge that he's stepped inside. Instead, they just go about their conversations, talking, drinking, laughing, eating and he's able to walk up to an empty table in the back, taking a seat. He doesn't plan on being spotted or recognized, at least, not until he spots the Jedi. There's a moment where he tries to talk himself out of it but it doesn't work or last long, considering he's waving down the other. "Obi-Wan? Mind if we sit and have a conversation over a few drinks?"

   Boots carry him across the planes of the planet. A planet he hasn't stepped foot on in ages, not since his childhood and a part of him had wished it had stayed that way but Ben was awake inside of him and wanting to meet his namesake and who was Kylo to turn that down? After they had come to an agreement and Ben let Kylo take over, it was the least he could do. For now. He was capable of nice things, just not nearly as often as others were. Another breath and he spots to man he's been searching for, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had a different picture of him in his head, not the one he's staring at. Perhaps that's why it had been so hard to track him down. This silly rift that had made everything more difficult yet more interesting had struck again. "Kenobi." He says easily as he approaches the other, a gloved hand rising to press the release button hidden under his mask before he lifts it off, revealing his identity to the Jedi Master. "You may know me as Kylo Ren but I'm here as Ben Solo to meet you, the person my mother named me after."

quinlan’s work for the jedi order was a fine thread that the council didn’t seem to mind he was walking, as long as he got results, and in the end it had cost him everything. as force would have it he was actually re-instated just in time to be slaughtered by his own troops. these thoughts accompanied quinlan as he walked across the once green kashyyykian wilds while wondering if perhaps he was in the world between worlds. but if he was one with the force then why did he feel as if something had been ripped from him? that was the thing about being connected to the force, no one truly died alone, and quinlan had felt everything. 

he still had to try, there were very few things he had left, and he was not about to lose hope as well. the force was a whirlwind of emotions, memories, signatures, the light, the dark, and then something familiar. of course, quinlan thought with relief, “ obi-wan ” he called into the force, “ are you safe? we must regroup ” they had done this before, as children, the connection between them stronger that with most other jedi, “ where are you? because kashyyyk seems — in need of more help than me. ”

her schedule was always exceptionally fully –– very intentionally so. there was too much for a politician and leader like her to do, and equally so, too much for her personally to avoid. when one of her handmaidens approached to inform her that there was someone there to see her, padmé was prepared to ask them to reschedule. until she saw past them, recognized his face: a face that she had not seen in nearly three years despite how badly she wanted his friendship and support there, how much she thought he could have helped with anakin.

A rare glimpse of vulnerability flashes in his eyes before Hux banishes it behind his usual stiff expression. (He's hard pressed to recall an injury, physical or otherwise, that anyone has apologized for.) Life debt or no, this sanctimonious Jedi has hit far too close to the mark. He turns the non-sequitur over in his head, studying the man's irritatingly sincere face, and lashes out in the dark. "Save your platitudes, General Kenobi. Ah, but they aren't for me, are they? I wonder what you're so desperate to apologize for that you would try to comfort your enemy."