[ 07 ] the weapons locker onboard the ship (riddick.)
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Obi-Wan has to blink several times to assure his mind is not playing tricks on him, that there is indeed another presence aboard the Empirical transport he'd just commandeered (and not just another symptom of his paranoia and exhaustion). Usually, he can start and finish his raids before any backup or scavengers deign to arrive. It's as odd as it is concerning to see he's attracted attention to himself. What's left of his optimistic half hopes he might just be lucky, it might just be someone with the unfortunate luck of crossing his path.
"I hope you aren't here to poach my catch," his tone has an obvious wince to it, though , blessedly, his expression is masked by an oversized hood and goggles which obscure more than half his face. Obi-Wan is not loving how pirate he must be coming across but, it's better than being mistaken for a rebel. Their organization is far too fragile for someone of his stature to join; word of a former Jedi Master and General of the disbanded GAR would give the Empire just the excuse they need for another reckless orbital bombardment. Of course, he can still help them from afar. There is absolutely nothing connecting together the fledgling resistance, a series of downed cargo ships, and the outlawed Jedi.
His stance shifts, grip tightening on his spear as he turns to fully face the intruder. Obi-Wan is already in the losing position: standing at the back of a dead-end corridor with the only exit behind a body. The long hall between them is lined with shelves of guns and while he certainly knows how to use a handful of the models, his shot will be less than impressive without the Force to aide him. And he is not willing to let down his shields.
"This ship is spoken for."