Hello there! Welcome to khenobi. This is an independent writing account for Obi-Wan Kenobi from George Lucas’ Star Wars franchise. This blog will contain a few heavy topics, be selective, mutuals only, mostly plot driven, and 18+. I will not be following the Kenobi series, or little to none of the Disney series. Inspirations will be from: the originals, the prequels, clone wars, rebels, and heavy on the novels. Please contact me if you have questions or concerns! Rules and verses are below the cut!
AJ. she/her. 26. promo. wrecker. omega. multi.
Revamped: September 2025
Note: If it wasn't clear in the above information, I won't be following the Kenobi show given I was highly disappointed in the outcome of it. With the show Rebels, I will also be a bit picky on. I don't necessarily like the idea of a Jedi being involved with the Rebellion before Luke. It feels as though the story doesn't have the impact that he would if that was the case. Sequel movies, again I will be picky on. More of that can be discussed with plotting. Lastly, but very important... this blog does not condone Jedi hatred especially when it involves Anakin's fall. The only exception to the hatred is if it's within a thread with our muses.
Rules:
Please be kind and respectful! If you have any questions or concerns, please come address me in a respectful manner. I can't read your mind to know if something is bothering you.
NS.FW. It might be present on this blog. I'll be honest in saying I'm not the best at writing it. So the chances are that I will write the build up and fade to black. Or, if I feel comfortable enough with you, I'll write it out. Either way, things will be tagged appropriately.
Triggers. I'll tag what I can/what I can remember. I'm only human, meaning I could forget something. For triggers for myself, I don't really have any. However, I will NOT write with drunk muses. This does not need to be tagged for threads, but I would rather avoid drunk based threads for myself.
Shipping. I want it to be known here that I portray Obi-Wan as homosexual. I will not exclude him and Satine's relationship, however, it will be written in a different way: very close friends or unrequited love. In general, if you want to talk about shipping, then please let me know! Note that by you asking is NOT an automatic yes. I still would like converse and see if our muses can mesh in that way.
Controversial characters. Totally down to write with any type of character. I don't like to limit my creative fun, but if this is something that bothers you then I ask you to give me a follow.
OCs/Fandoms. I love OCs, have a couple myself. I just ask that you have an about page, or give me a brief summary of what they are all about. With fandoms, I'm really open to all even if i don't know it. If I think our muses can mesh well in any capacity, I will give you a follow back!
Be patient! I have a full time job and a few other blogs I hop on. I usually go with the flow, see what muse I have. I struggle with depression as well which is something I've been working on for many years. I've gotten most of it healed, but there will be days where I don't answer DMs for a bit. It's not that I'm ignoring you, but I could be fighting through some things.
OOC. I love to chat ooc. Through IMs or discord. Whatever works for you. Although, discord is only open to mutuals. Along with this, I can be bad about messaging people back. It’s not because I don’t care about you, or ignoring you. There are a few factors as to why I’m slow. 1. I could be having an off day(s) (like stated above). 2. I’m just an awkward person. With me being an awkward person... we can be friends for many years, and the only way I know to break the ice is to bring up threads/fandom things which can slowly get me into “normal” conversations. Don’t take it in any negative light. I’m just, like I said, awkward.
Mains/Exclusives. I practice mains and exclusives. I know each take is unique (and I mean that), however, sometimes there are deeper bonding behind the scenes which creates exclusives and/or mains. My exclusives will act as my blog’s canon. If I create a main or exclusive, I will make a post about it.
MUTUALS ONLY!!!!
Verses:
Post Order 66 —> Father of two: A verse that explores the idea of Obi-Wan taking both Anakin's children under his protection as an old hermit on Tatooine
I miss Obi-Wan so much which means I plan to return. I will have to redo a few things on here. I did update my pinned some, but a few more adjustments need to be made. I will also be making a Star Wars multi with a few clones and Jedi! This update will be a long process. I work four days this week, and the following one I’m off. So, I can work on everything then. Not sure who is still around and would like to chat!
I'm still revamping everything, but the blogs I'll be focusing on for sure are Obi-Wan (you're here), Wrecker, Omega, and my multi. Icons are going to take a minute to remake and make new ones for.
I miss Obi-Wan so much which means I plan to return. I will have to redo a few things on here. I did update my pinned some, but a few more adjustments need to be made. I will also be making a Star Wars multi with a few clones and Jedi! This update will be a long process. I work four days this week, and the following one I’m off. So, I can work on everything then. Not sure who is still around and would like to chat!
A few of Qui-Gon’s old mementos from his living quarters (including his pancho when they visited Tatooine), books found on other planets regarding language and history, a second River Stone (the first from Qui-Gon was given to Anakin).
06. BODY LANGUAGE.
Elegant posture, tired eyes somehow focused, hands on hips, hands crossed over chest, tapping foot, tapping fingers on hard surfaces, one leg crossed over the other, a smirk, and stifling chuckles.
07. AESTHETICS.
long walks down quiet halls, soft laughter, sunlight beaming through high windows, tear stained cheeks, calm animals, the sound of a gentle river, and the heavy thought of 'What else could I have done?'.
There was a piece of him that YEARNED for some type of revenge - some MEANS to make all of the suffering worth it. Was he not worth even THAT ? Had he suffered these last MONTHS only to become a wasted effort ? Well… he already WAS, wasn’t he ? No intention on reporting his FINDINGS was to be seen - there was no reason why he should GIVE Lord Vader what he wanted. What was the worst that could happen ? GONE already was the boy once captivated by the GALAXY ( buried, perhaps, but not gone ). Unbeknownst to HIMSELF, he yearned for rescue as equally as revenge, but hope for such RELIEF was gone as quickly as it arrived - crushed by the TRUTH that he was not worth the effort. As had been PROVEN by the very Master before him.
No. His REASONS for coming to Tatooine were COMPLETELY selfish - only for his benefit and his alone. Yellowing eyes HARDENED at the sight of his former Master, seemingly relaxed and UNBOTHERED, though Hiro knew better. He could tell, just as EASILY as he knew Kenobi could read him, that there was fear. Even the smallest HINT of it was enough to fuel the rage that BURNED - Hiro clung to it, FEEDING off it like a parasite. The MORE, the better.
“ You could TRY with a poor attempt at an EXCUSE, ” he spat, boots shuffling as he began to pace, “ Or are you BEYOND trying to defend yourself ? ” Gloved fingers curled tightly around RED entwined hilt, crescent design angling downward in a more aggressive manner. “ All that time together, teaching me USELESS lessons to limit my power… and for WHAT ? To ditch me the SECOND the galaxy turned on itself ? ”
Mockingly, SEVENTEEN year old moved to a bow, mimicking that of their usual traditions between respectful spars. “ THANK YOU, Master… for the final lesson. It left its scars ALL over me. I’ll never forget it. ” Scoffing, he righted himself, GLARE darkening as the ground seemed to rumble beneath his feet from pressure alone - from the Force being bent to his will against the usual co-existence. The QUESTION only seemed to aggravate him further, but he refrained from immediately attacking… for NOW.
“ … I don’t know. ” The answer was honest and seemingly CALM. “ I did what I had to to SURVIVE. What you did to me, what was done to me… it’s just a CONSEQUENCE of pain. But, it made me STRONGER… a lot stronger. ” He shifted, pacing side to side before stopping, glancing to his former Master with a conflicted expression - one of pain and sorrow.
“ You left me to DIE at the Temple, Kenobi. Me - your PADAWAN. Your friend. You never came back for me… but you left this planet. For HER. For HIM. So why should I believe anything you say now ? ”
Words that were spat in his face hurt. They burned, hotter than the twin suns outside. Kenobi was exhausted beyond his years. His shoulders were set heavily, holding up the weight of the fallen brothers and sisters of the Jedi. A heavy heart with all that failure that he deemed to be his fault. Even the weight of Anakin Skywalker’s fall. That face off between the two had spoke truth. Kenobi didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker... Vader did. He himself did it. He understood those words despite them cutting so deep within his skin. He let them cut, let them bleed, let them stay. He wouldn’t clean those wounds. How could he when looking at them reminded him of what he was a part of? It’s what he deserved.
Even after all these years that passed by, his head began to burn. Temples throbbed, squeezed his brain, a hot searing pain he would never forget. The stress and weight of a general in war. A mission that stained him, no amount of healing he had done would save him from this unfortunate migraine. Another reminder.
Kenobi kept his arms crossed over his chest, looking at his former Padawan. The love and care was still in his pale hues. He had fallen... allowed himself to be wrapped up in hate. Kenobi couldn’t blame him. There were many times when he felt the soft caress of the darkness. How comfortable it was to give in, to let himself be taken over by the hate and pain. He could have easily slid into the path of Darth Maul. Let himself live and fester there. He could have, but he knew that life could be so much more. The light was what they chose. The light wasn’t there to be picked because they won. They chose the light because it was simply that... the light.
It was all true, what he had said. He left this planet that he swore not to leave. However, he swore to protect this boy at all costs. The young girl was not in his care, not the one his last and finally mission was based on. In the end, her danger would soon catch up to Luke. Dealing with the matter as quickly as he did was the best solution. Everyone was safe from the clutches of The Empire. Yes, even now he saw that his Padawan did not contact The Empire. Or, Lord Vader for that matter. It made Kenobi think. Vader would surely find out about this, and who could lie to him? This had to mean that Hiro knew this. He had to. One quality he admired and adored was how knowledgeable he was.
“ You’re right, ” he looked down at the dirt, “ I did not come back for you, ” he admitted out loud, “ You were a smart boy. You still are, Hiro. You honestly think I would leave you if I didn’t find you capable? You would find a way out. You would find safety. You had all the training I could have ever offered you. You just had to put it into action, ” his gaze lifted to the boy, “ Innocent lives were in need of help. They had no protection of their own. It’s what we Jedi do. It’s what you were taught, what you had believed in. ”
Kenobi took a hesitant step forward. It was small, a shuffle if anything, “ You are a smart boy, Hiro. What was your plan when you got here? Talk to me? Fight me? Then go back? You are not that unwise. You know you simply can’t go back. ”
The HATE was so strong within, he wasn’t sure where it began and where it ended. It had been CRAFTED to a chaotic whirlwind that had little control - this was as MUCH as he could muster. TRUE, he had been caught long before he’d managed to control his TEMPER, but it was his temper that had ultimately saved him. The direction of anger pointed toward a COMMON enemy. And though he had hunted those that used the FORCE, he had little interest in fulfilling the missions assigned. The STRUGGLE of the light and dark clashed and did nothing but INFURIATE him - drowning him in the rough waters of INDECISION. Anger was easier - anger was always easier - there was no REASON beyond rage incarnate. Once out of CONTROL… he was impossible to reel in. And he was toeing the line between CONTROL and LACK thereof. They had SHOCKED it all to life - a monster inside.
“ Why didn’t I what - come to YOU for help ? ” Though the QUESTION was reasonable, the TONE in which young Inquisitor asked it was nothing short of MOCKERY. How could Obi-Wan Kenobi have expected him to come to him for HELP … ? When he’d blatantly forgotten ALL about him ? A bitter SOUND erupted in the form of an exasperated laugh. Where he had once stopped circling the old MASTER, he now began again, eyes boring through dark visors at the other. “ Or maybe you’re wondering WHY you didn’t FEEL anything happening ? I can’t answer that for you, Obi-Wan. I can take a GUESS - betcha I’d be right. ”
Gloved hand reached up, pushing the side of midnight helmet, sinister HISS sounding as plating parted. With a heavy sigh, Hiro pulled it from his head, MATTED hair a wild mess upon his head, yellowing eyes GLARING across the expanse between them. “ I’d ask if you missed me, but I’ve LEARNED better. ” Opposite hand remained PERCHED upon circlet hilt of crimson ‘saber, arm bending as helmet was tucked against his side. “ Awful quiet. What - nothing witty to SAY ? No quips ? ” Despite the new SCARS dragging across his jaw, one cutting across his cheek to just beneath an eye, he somehow looked THE SAME. And yet, cruelty had lined its way into his FACE as he had grown - no longer the fourteen year old child, but seventeen… and nearly DESTROYED beyond repair. NEARLY. Frustration bloomed and he snarled, teeth BARED in a feral way before he leaned forward, glare darkening a LEVEL as he gripped hilt tighter, prepared to draw if need be. But, there was almost a DESPERATION in his hurricane of ANIMOSITY. Something that still screamed for HELP.
“ Say something … MASTER. ”
The hate that radiated off of him suffocated him. It wrapped tightly around his throat, dragging him to the floor, sinking on his knees. Ben could not imagine that this was his Padawan. The sweet boy who had a brilliant mind? This was the same one? Oh, yes, he knew this was him. He just didn’t want to believe this. Deep denial that two of his Padawans, two of the greatest people, fell to the darkness. It was too much to handle, and he could feel everything inside of him crumble. His heart shattered, the dip in the Force washing over the two of them as it did so. He couldn’t look at Hiro. Not right at this moment. He had to find his strength once again.
Pale blues instantly looked away from the young figure as he took off his helmet. Looking into those youthful eyes would be too much for Ben. Panic filled him suddenly. Panic for Luke, panic for everything he worked for to keep safe. Would Hiro do anything? Say anything? Maybe he had already done so. Or, maybe he came here to end it all. Take his revenge out on him. As much as he would not fight him, Ben would have no choice. Hope of a better future stood with those twins. He believed in them. Just like how he believed that Hiro wasn’t truly gone either.
A deep breath was taken before Ben let exhausted eyes glance at the boy before him. That breath was then caught in his throat, choking him. It really was him. He wished it not to be true. Such was the way of life he guessed. With another breath, he stood straighter. Body shifted, hands crossed over his chest... more relaxed than before, “ What is there to say, young one? ” brows narrowed, “ Do you think this path is the right path for you? The path we fought so hard against? ”
Who are you ? The single QUESTION made temper flare wildly out of control, ground RUMBLING beneath boots, pebbles of stone skidding to the walls within hidden home. How TYPICAL - how predictable. Scoff crackled from within the sleek helmet, shoulders pushing back as spine straightened - standing TALL so as not to appear fearful of the great Jedi Master. There had once been a time when the LIGHT had provided warmth and safety - the COMFORT of a home. And then, in the blink of an eye, it had burned him - left SCARS along the skin that could never be ignored. And in the wake of its damage, the DARKNESS had created a reliance on its aching PAIN. The more it hurt, the stronger he became. Or so he’d been TAUGHT - if the word teach could have been used.
“ You don’t REMEMBER me ? ” Steps carried the shorter forward, slowly CIRCLING the taller Jedi like predator to prey. “ Not that I’m SURPRISED… I was so easy to FORGET. ” Gloved fingers drummed against crescent hilt, AGONIZINGLY slow, as if war drums on the horizon. A mantra that held no WORDS - only the sequenced tapping. There was BARELY enough control to resist the urge to simply ATTACK. But, he wasn’t there on word of Sith Lord, nor was he willing to WHISPER information to Inquisitors. He was there for SELFISH reasons - a craving for revenge - to TWIST a knife into a wound not yet MADE. “ What with you protecting HIM and rescuing HER. ”
Short Inquisitor stopped just in front of the other, the HATE flowing from him in tidal waves, thickening the air, dimming the natural lighting of TWIN suns. Pressure from every corner, a low GROWLING rumbling from the Force. “ You’ve been so BUSY saving everyone else… it’s no wonder you don’t remember ME. ”
He listened, not shedding a single word. His thoughts wondered, but not too deeply. Ben didn’t want to lose his stance to the younger. The hate that oozed out could drown him, but he kept his head above water. He didn’t dare to lose himself to the darkness, not like this. Though it hurt to see, he knew that falling to the darkness was much easier than to face it. He had seen the paths for himself to fall into it, to that warmth, the comfort of simply giving in...
Mind snapped back to the younger with furrowed brows. Protecting him and rescuing her? How did...? Who was...? Arms dropped to his side, feeling his lightsaber hit against it. Fingers twitched, wanting to protect, but this young man was someone he used to protect. He was someone he wanted to protect, and still wanted to do so. He knew this young man. He wished this wasn’t so, but oh... oh it was him. How? Why? His heart bled, sank to the bottom of his stomach.
His spine shuddered, heart almost stopping in his chest. This was his Padawan. How did he lose him? What could he have done? What did he do? Both of his learners fell to the darkness. Perhaps everything he had once thought was true. What sort of Master was he? How could he allow this to happen? Ben could fall to his knees in that very moment, scream until his throat was raw. Eyes watered but they did not fall. There was anger, sadness, and just agony, but it was not directed at the younger, but at himself.
“ Why? ” his words were dry, but full of a sad strength, “ Why did... why didn’t... ” eyes closed as he thought once more, shaking his head as if he could erase it.
He felt it. The darkness that left a cold void in his stomach. The feeling dropped heavily, body shuddered, and the migraines came back. The stress. Something was in his home... someone. Someone that swam with hate and fear. A young soul, a terribly sad soul. The presences told him to run, set his hair on end, but he will face it. Heaviness at his hip reminded him that he had his protection if he so needed.
Kenobi did not speak a single word, light on his feet as he entered his small home. Pale blues swept across the area, and there, in the middle of his living space, a person stood. The coldness weighed heavily down in the pit of his stomach, more than it already had.
Lips turned into a small smile. it was sad... always sad with him. Despite it showing such an emotion, he understood that their paths crossed, and now it was time to uncross. Hopefully, he will continue to see him after this. Hiro was the last of his connection to the Jedi... the past life. Perhaps, it was good for it to go, to let him go. Oh, he knew that was the right thing to do, but he had a hard time letting it go. He didn’t want to see one more person he loved drift away. His life was to be alone. That was something he started to see. Someone had to do this life, and this was his path, “ I know, Hiro. All I ask is that you stay until you are healed enough. That is all. ”
Just as his own path lay before him, Hiro had his own. It was something that he sensed before. That there was something he was meant to do. Now, it was still the same, just a little bit different. As the Clone Wars raged on, Ben understood that this young one was the voice... the heart of the clones. He would help the senate realize that these clones weren’t that, but people with their own ambitions, and deserved their life after the war. He saw it. The Force whispered it to him, and so, he tried his best to help steer him in the right direction. Of course, some of it hit head first with the teachings. It was a difficult journey, but it appeared that young Hiro didn’t quite see it yet.
“ You heard me just fine, Hiro. You are my son. There is a connection, one that I wasn’t quite sure of during the war. Or, perhaps, not sure for a year. Once I realized, everything seemed more clear to me. I knew how I wanted us to work, more so, understood how we worked. If only we had more time... ” he looked away, as if ashamed, “ I should have told you sooner, how I felt, ” though, he chuckled at his words, “ No, not dehydrated. I think you have that covered, young one, ” once again, lips curled into a smile. This time it was warm, and full of a little joy, “ You learn to let go, and I’m proud that you have. Still, if you wish to talk about the subject any further... I’m willing. ”
‘I don’t belong anywhere’.
“ Oh, dear boy, ” he shook his head, “ Still so much to be learned. You are young yet, but you belong. You belong in this galaxy. Just not here. You are right about that, and though I hate to admit it, you belong elsewhere. ” he replied calmly, sweet, and yet sad. A hand rested on the back of Hiro’s messy locks, gingerly and aware of wounds nearby.
Ben gazed down at Hiro for another minute longer, and shook his head once more. He then moved to sit across from the younger, “ Hiro, understand that I have observed you for a while. You were my Padawan, and that observation became more clear. You were there for the clones, and still are. I see now that your aid for them during the clone wars was to show the heart and soul of the clones. You were their very voice, and now... you are still that voice. A heartbeat for them, and I couldn’t be more proud than I already am for that. ”
I know I talked about it briefly, and we all know he fights on the defense, but not many know why. Each fighting style a Jedi prefers, or perfects, is to make up something they don’t have, or to aid them in what they need help in. In essence, to overcome their flaws. Obi-Wan's flaw is his lack of talents in the Force. Since he does have a lack of talents in the Force, Obi-Wan took up Soresu. A type of fighting that is known to be defensive. Fighting in this style gives him a defensive state where he does not need to worry about anything else. He has perfected this fighting style to the point that he is one of the best duelists in The Order. His high stamina and fast reflexes make it rather impossible to break his defense.
“That is so like you, Master Kenobi. I am called a great swordsman because I invented a lethal style; but who is greater, the creator of a killing form—or the master of the classic form?"
"I'm very flattered that you would consider me a master, but really—"
"Not a master. The master."
―Mace Windu & Obi-Wan Kenobi
Also given that he fights in this style gives him time to analyze his opponent to find a weak spot. Much like the fight between him, Maul, and Savage. In that fight, Obi-Wan came to understand that Savage’s knee is a weak area. He keeps striking it until finally it caved in, and he could take more of the upper hand.
I love how in Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth, Wullf Yularen basically snapped at Obi-Wan for being so damn reckless with himself. The way Obi-Wan was so astonished by it amuses me. here’s a post with the part.
“Thank you, General.” Gratitude was audible in baritone voice, droid-like helmet dipping in an accompanying nod. Even when there was no reason to trust him, Kenobi had allowed a fragment of enough for them to dismiss any hostilities. Echo could not even begin to imagine the trials of being a Jedi during such a disastrous time. Hard enough was it to be a rogue clone that pushed back against the rising Empire, but to be a Jedi… ? After what they’d witnessed on Kaller — after the way General Billaba’s troops had shot her down. Echo hated that the memory still lingered … even after all the events between. There was no forgetting the screams that stretched across the expanse, tearing through the atmosphere — permanently burned into core processor. The tension seemed to unwind and Echo’s shoulders relaxed, albeit subtly. There was still so much he carried upon them, they sagged with fatigue almost instantly. Shrugging, left hand adjusted hanging bag, ensuring newly acquired supplies remained in tact — he didn’t want to have to scour the markets of Tatooine for longer than necessary.
“Everything feels like it was years ago…”
Yet, for him, everything felt both years and days apart. Time had moved so quickly, escalating the immense need to adapt at an almost alarming rate. Echo had scrambled to catch up to the present after his rescue, but with the galaxy crumbling to pieces, there was only a fragment of stability before it all crashed. Echo wasn’t sure which was worse — his lack of adapting or the lack of fear he had in its wake. Blinking behind sealed visor, he returned to the present, shifting to adjust his oddly angled weight. The hollow dip in the General’s voice made concealed face fall slightly — he worried about the others. There were many names he’d come to know in the GAR, but only a few Jedi he knew by name and face alone. He could only hope that were some as lucky as them — as lucky as the General before him. If Captain Rex could survive ( of which he hadn’t doubted ), then it was fair to assume others could have… right ?
“Me too, sir.” A small glance around behind stiff visors gave little to no information on the padawan that oft’ followed. “… Just you ?” A subtle way of asking where the smaller might be — the twinge of hope battling the sorrow dragging words down. The words were clear, even if unspoken — I’m sorry. So much guilt he held, and yet his hand had done nothing to turn the tide either way. Echo sighed, shaking helm side to side.
Attention, however, diverted as he shifted to stand straight, adjusting the supplies at his side. Half-smile was audible when he spoke again. Chuckle crackled with metallic sound, something almost nostalgic about the reminiscence of normalcy.
“More or less. The boys give me a list when I have to go out… lucky I can remember things well enough to repeat them.” A quick glance around once more gave Echo a clear view of their surroundings — no one of suspicion just yet. He nodded just once and made move to follow the other, intent on keeping their trek as natural as possible.
“Lead the way, sir. I’m right behind you. I’ll let the boys know it’ll be a while.”
It was pain brought upon the Jedi, and he was sure other Jedi have fallen upon worse situations than his own. Death lingered, was burning through the Force... It was a sickening feeling. Death brought on by someone he knew and loved. He couldn’t come to terms with that, not for a long time. His actions were disgraceful, but there was an amount of good within him. That much Kenobi knew for sure. It was in fact, that he wouldn’t be able to bring it out in him. He couldn’t. Nor could Padmé. This balance in the Force would be from The Chosen One, but not in the way they thought. They all had to be patient. The time would come. A new hope settled upon the twins suns.
“ Heavy is the suffering that follows us. If we do not heal ourselves, it will weigh us down even more. ” something he was still working on. Working alone. On the Tatooine sands. in his hut. Alone. This life was no life for a Jedi, and will be challenging. However, his new purpose was here.
His words had meaning, and it made him wince, “ Yes. Just me. ” a small nod to confirm Echo’s curiosity. Kenobi had a moment of dark thoughts when he finally got to safety, wondering if his Padawan had made it. However, there was no irk feeling, and believed in the Force that he was still alive. Confusion and darkness will follow him, but he will be alright. He was strong, smart, and had all the training he needed. He may not understand now, but he will, “ Just me. ” he repeated more softly, a harsh sadness in his tone.
With another small nod, Kenobi started to move out of the alley way. Keeping their conversation open and light was the best way possible. Talking about shopping lists and such was the perfect cover. He was sure Echo would catch up on it. Besides, there wasn’t much longer until they reached the end of the marketplace, and they were all alone besides the hot sand, “ Let them know how long our trip will be, maybe get a better estimate later. We’re just getting started after all, ” Kenobi muttered, “ How... have things been as of recently? ”
One GLANCE around the crashed ship’s interior was enough to give Hiro an idea of just how BAD it had all been. Not many of the TROOPERS deployed with the team seemed to be living - everyone seemed DOWN save for his Master and one other soldier that had already been extracted. Small enough to fit between the folds of interior support, Hiro wiggled through and motioned for the two troopers to stand-by, crouching as he made way to his Master. Brows pinched, large eyes surveying the possible damage. He knew B4-MX would be able to detect and analyze the injuries much faster, but for now, he went with the BASIC knowledge he had. “ Looks like your leg took a pretty bad hit. B4 can patch you up - he’s probably in the SQUARE with Waxer and Boil. ” The little medi-droid tended to follow those two around. “ Don’t worry, Master. We can get you out. ”
At least, he HOPED they could. He knew that he, himself, was much smaller than everyone around him - the SHORTEST of the team. Even if he could get Kenobi onto his feet, he wouldn’t be able to balance him on his shoulder, as one of their soldiers might have. “ Commander Cody is gonna give you one LONG lecture about this, I bet, ” Hiro joked, rolling his eyes. He TRIED to lift his Master on his own, but the inability to exactly help balance the weight was a clear sign that he wouldn’t be able to get very far. He turned, motioning to one of the clones ( one with zagging golden-orange paint across the chassis ). “ Right… Zoom. Help me out here. ”
Entering the gunship, Zoom moved to crouch down and moved Padawan aside, reaching for the Jedi’s arm, careful not to jostle him too much. “ I’ve got you, sir. Just lean on me. Can’t have the Little Commander doing all the carrying. ” His joke was met with a swift punch to the side, Hiro huffing as he shook out his hand, instead reaching for his Master’s arm and trying to help him up and forward. Drawing lightsaber in his opposite hand, he twisted it around and moved to exit the gunship, shaking as the ground rattled with the approaching fire of the raging FIGHT.
“ As soon as you guys have a clear shot, head STRAIGHT for Commander Cody. ” Eyes panned upwards, padawan nervously shuffling. “ Master, I want to make sure there’s no one else left out here. Do you think you can handle these guys…? ”
His Padawan seemed to have a knack of collecting clone troopers. Those in training, or finding the many that were a part of his battalion. The young boy was quick to make friends with them, make them his brothers. It was easily spotted by Obi-Wan, and the many other Masters that would observe the young boy. It was enduring, watching him bring them to light, making them more “human”. It was sad to say that so many needed that to be done for the clones. Could they not see? That they were more than just clones? That they were all individuals? Perhaps not, but Hiro would make them see.
That was enough to put a small smile on his lips.
The pain radiated up and down his leg, pulsating bruised pain that ached with any movement. It must have gotten twisted somehow, or maybe even worse. He couldn’t tell, and honestly didn’t care to know until he was out of this gunship. Thankfully the two soldiers moved in to help him. Obi-Wan made sure not to lean too much on them, though he knew they would be scolding him for it, “ Oh, no we wouldn’t want that, ” he winced, “ As I recall the movement on the gunship almost made you fall over. ” he mused despite the pain.
Dirt and ground beneath them rumbled with machines and marching men. His sturdy leg already felt the vibrations, making him want to fall to his knees. The two troopers that held him up stopped him from doing so. The hot sun beat down on his neck, sweat tickled there too. Brows narrowed as he concentrated, trying to get the sun out of his eyes. His main focus was trying to understand what was the best way out. Though it appeared that there would be no easy way through a clearing-
His voice reached his ears, and focused him from his mind. Pale blues looked down with confusion for a moment... half a second, and then it came to him. For him to run off on the battlefield alone? Obi-Wan’s body jerked in response to wanting to follow right after him. That earned a grunt of pain, the feeling rolling through his injured leg. Once again, he winced, “ H-Hiro I don’t think that’s a good idea. You running off- ” he was hovering again. At least he stopped himself this time. There was fear, of course, and fear was something he should not let drive him.
