#master kenobi

TERROR OF THE SEPARATIST-CONTROLLED SKIES -- COMPLETE WITH A NIFTY HEADSET.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1280x1804 -- Spotlight on concept art of Obi-Wan’s costume (with Jedi Interceptor pilot headset?), artwork by Iain McCaig, from "STAR WARS: Episode III -- Revenge of the Sith" (2005). Lucasfilm, Ltd.

“I’d been looking at a samurai photo where they have this piece of hair that comes down, which I re-created with Obi-Wan’s headset.”

-- IAIN MCCAIG ("STAR WARS" Prequel Trilogy concept artist/designer)

Sure they had been raised and trained to believe the Jedi were good and they were made to serve the republic together. But it had to have grated that they were all going to have to take order form pacifist space monks with an unknown level of experience in combat or military strategy and logistics. The commanders were probably worried that they were going to end up with incompetent generals or worse.

Instead they end up with this grab bag of, largely, the nicest people you’ve ever known.

Ponds probably thinks he lucked out. Master Windu is sensible, levelheaded and spends half or more of his time safely tucked away in the Jedi Temple where he’s unlikely to get shot.

Cody is doomed from the start. He stood absolutely no chance against Obi Wan. No man should be that combination of confident, compassionate and hot.

Same goes for Bly. Honestly it probably felt like the floor collapsed under him when Master Secura took command.

Rex is honestly too busy dealing with Skywalker’s antics and his manic nexu padawan to even wonder if he got a good deal or a bad one.

Master Mundi seemed sensible and level headed until he started telling stories about his wives and showing holos of his kids.

Wolffe probably thought he lucked out at first. Mater Plo seems like a dignified older gentleman who knows to stay out of the line of fire… aaaand he’s taking a jaunt out in the vacuum of space without a suit.

I'm sorry. I'm laughing and crying at the same time

Don’t think about Obi-Wan Kenobi humming Jedi songs of mourning under his breath as he heads to Polis Massa to rendezvous with Yoda and Bail, mourning his brother in all but blood, mourning him in more ways than any one person could count. His brother his friend his son his whole world for an entire ten years his brother in arms his hope for himself and his people is shattered

Obi-Wan singing quietly in the delivery room after Padmé dies, begging the Force for answers, why did she have to go why was it her time why didn’t she tell me did her and Anakin not trust me was this always my fault???

Obi-Wan’s voice finally cracking as he holds the twins together in his arms, the final time he will see them together as children, whispering songs of hope and healing into their soft hair they could have grown up in the Temple they are as strong as their father they need more than I can give them that can’t be given anything more than this why is separation the best option they will never know peace as long as the empire reigns but oh Force what can two Jedi do to stop what an entire Temple could not?

Ben humming for the first time in a decade as he rescues Leia to soothe her to sleep on their way back to Alderaan, finally safe and sound is this to soothe him after having to fight the thing that wears Anakin’s face and speaks with his voice or to comfort a traumatized child welcome home welcome home

Ben singing to Maul after he dies a tragic and wandering soul, forever haunted by a path he never asked to take he joins the Force he is whole at last welcome home welcome home

Old Ben whispering pleasant nonsense while aboard the Millennium Falcon, Han thinks it’s because he’s a crazy desert hermit, but Luke is entranced and can’t explain why the language is Dai Bendu the language of the Jedi the language of the Light the language of the Force the language of his people welcome home welcome home welcome home

Old Ben hears the Force singing aboard the Death Star as he faces Vader one last time, he sees the twins reunited at last, he knows it is his Time