highgeneralkenobi started following you
And what do you want?
You— you’re Boba Fett, son of Jango.
We’ve met before. Do you remember me?
Unfortunately, I do, but I have no quarrel with you.
I’m relieved to hear it, as I have no quarrel with you.
Actually, I came looking for a mercenary. Is there anyone you recommend?
And what do you want?
You— you’re Boba Fett, son of Jango.
We’ve met before. Do you remember me?
A common misconception about the war, Obi-Wan had found, was that the battles took place on remote worlds where only droids and clones faced any danger. As a matter of fact, it peeved him whenever someone reacted with surprise at the prospect of civilian casualties or cities being leveled in the wake of battle. No front left a world un-scarred or people unchanged. There was always a higher price than anyone realized.
However, there was very little Obi-Wan could do until one of the major centers of economics and politics were threatened. When that happened, he was given nearly free reign to do whatever was necessary to ensure the safety of civilians. As was the case now.
A series of bombings in the upper levels of Coruscant had left civilians distressed and people of influence frightened, and Obi-Wan had been charged with ensuring the situation was remedied by whatever means necessary. It was a small task when compared to his usual duties of leading entire legions, but it was obviously considered an important one. And fortunately, he knew just who to help get the job done properly.
The Special Operations Brigade was technically outside of his command. Small by comparison to the armies normally attended by Senior Jedi Generals, it was a group of ten-thousand men independently governed by Arligan Zey. Though he rarely got to see the commandos in action, he had heard more than a few stories of their remarkable talents, and they had crossed paths once or twice. Delta Squad— supposedly the very best— was a team of four surrounded by incomplete reports and questionable numbers, but the results were undeniable. And fortunately for Obi-Wan, they were right here on Coruscant for the time being. The rest of the squad had been diverted elsewhere, but RC-1138— or Boss, as the Jedi Master hated the numerical designations— was still available. And something told him that one was all he would really need.
He waited for the commando in the hangar bay of the High Council tower of the Jedi Temple, ready for departure. He wasn’t going to waste time. He intended to brief Boss en route to the site of the most recent bombing.
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[COOOOOOOUGH.]
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The war took its toll on everyone, from the wizened faces that surrounded Obi-Wan on the Jedi High Council to the clone troopers that followed him into hellish battles not their own, down to the everyday civilians that felt fear that one day battle droids might show up at their front door. It was unfair, all of it— and more and more, Obi-Wan found himself resenting the war. But hardest to watch were the young as they were forced to grow up too quickly.
He saw it in Anakin, and furthermore, he saw it in Padme. The two were in love, his former apprentice couldn’t hide that much from him— and he knew that constant worry over Anakin took its toll on the already burdened senator. There were occasional good days, but mostly bad days. And this was one of the bad days.
“If they were cut off, will the reinforcements be able to get to them on time?” Padme asked, her arms folded subtly across her belly. Her expression was full of concern.
“Anakin will be fine,” Obi-Wan reassured her from where he sat on the couch. He was staying with her for the evening because he knew she didn’t want to be alone. He was the picture of ease, but even he had to admit he felt a touch of worry for his reckless apprentice.
“I just…” She left the sentence hanging in the air and sat down, the very picture of despair.
Obi-Wan reached out and let one of his large hands rest against her back in a small gesture of comfort.
“Anakin will be fine,” he reiterated.
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Anakin slowly watched his master from a distance. Everything was wrong, yet even now Obi-Wan was the only one he could talk to. Whether or not he understood. Taking a breath, he walked over to the Jedi Master and bowed as he usually did. "Master...I'm a bit shorter than usual...I'm not sure how..." | |
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Obi-Wan glanced up at Anakin from the datapad he was reading, then did a double take and looked up again. He was, indeed, shorter— but younger, too. The savage etchings the war had left on the young Jedi’s face were gone, and in their place was a bright, over-confident boy that Obi-Wan hadn’t seen for too long.
“You look… younger,” he answered softly, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
[YOU. WE WERE GONNA DO SOMETHING. OR SOMETHING.]
((Yeah, umm… I’m an idiot and never started it. Along with the other three starters I said I would do… >_<))
[XD I can start it if you’d like.]
((Only if you want to.))
[I think yes. Hopefully I remember our plans properly.]
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