the things we lost

[folklorestv]

space obi-wan °☆.。.:*

[ofobiwans]

ofscavenging

obi-wan kenobi. of course she knew the name. just like with padmé and anakin and luke and han and leia and all of them, rey had read of all of his adventures during her days as a scavenger. portions would be traded for a tale; some nights she went to bed on an empty stomach, but with a smile on her face as she reflected on the stories of the jedi master. now here he was, before her, yet with a wall of glass separating them. however, the strength of the bond between the two of them was overpowering, and she wanted more than anything to break out of this place. her eyes fell shut when he instructed her to search her feelings, and she did as he spoke to her. then it all clicked. his voice had been guiding her along her force vision. speaking her name, telling her those were her first steps. a soft gasp left her as her eyes shot open again, tears shining in them. though she knew it was not possible for him to be her father, the timelines simply did not add up, rey still felt a load of disappointment and sorrow when he denied it. she furrowed her eyebrows at his words, though. couldn’t form attachments…? she was a jedi; yet she wore ben’s ring on her finger. they were to be betrothed. did it apply to her as well, or did the eradication of the jedi order during the clone wars signify the end of all the guidelines? “i-i have to get out of here, i have to help them,” she pleaded firmly, pointing out past him, towards the door to leave. “th-they need me…” she coughed heartily shortly after, pressing her fist to her pale lips as more sweat dripped down the sides of her face, soaking into her hair. she said it as if she expected him to assist her in breaking out, when deep down, she knew he would do no such thing. he was much wiser than that. slowly, rey sunk to her knees on the ground, coughing again but keeping her hand pressed to the glass. “i-i can’t be here… i can’t…” the dark atmosphere of emotions revolving around death and suffering were weighing down on her light, slowly but surely. it felt harder and harder to be hopeful each passing day. desperately, rey looked up at him, some tears finally falling. “master kenobi… p-please help me…” he was her only hope.

obi-wan had known the force in its every beautiful and horrendous iteration. at its gentlest, the force was as benevolent and clear as a mountain stream. he had learned to love it most amongst the young, in tiny padawans who’d trained and asked far too many questions, it seemed impossibly light in their presence. but he, too, had seen the tragedy that it could cause. obi-wan had watched as his own padawan had turned toward the darkness. he had felt the light slip away from anakin and he knew what it was to feel a loved one slip away. he had felt satine’s life force leave her, and had known what it was to lose anakin to the darkside. death, in his case, would have been a blessing. here, before him, stood a young woman who was at the very edge of dark and light. it was a thin wire, on that she would tumble from without the right guidance. there was a part of obi-wan that wanted to step up and offer to take her under his wing, but he had failed before. 

oh, how he had failed. 

emotion surged through the young woman like a storm, and obi-wan had discovered long ago that no good could possibly come of taming a storm. he would simply wear himself out in the process, but obi-wan was nothing if not a fool for hope. 

obi-wan was getting ahead of himself. far, far ahead of himself and the tears in her eyes served as a reminder. “i will do everything in my power to help, young one,” obi-wan promised her gently, “but i cannot let you out of quarantine.” in this, he was able to see the good in her heart. the young woman simply wanted to help, to protect the ones that she loved, but he would endanger thousands of lives if he helped her escape. “there are teams, skilled teams, working to find a cure and to discover the one who did this. fret not.” he tried to ease her mind her through the force, to use his own calm in the hopes of relieving her anxiety. “the weight of the galaxy does not rest on your shoulders.” obi-wan understood that the young woman wanted to take this task, and many others, onto her shoulders, but doing so would only exhaust her. there were others here, alive, that were capable of finding solutions and aiding in the fight. “you are not alone in this fight.” not anymore. 

[skyguyed]

after they land you can see him stumblescramble over to her to shield her with his own body ughhh i hate these two

[ofobiwans]

if you could, would you leave the fighting and settle down somewhere like you did on tatooine?

“if...” he paused, considering briefly before nodding his head. he had already told satine as much, she only had to ask and he would have left the jedi order behind. he would still leave the jedi order behind. “if the right person asked, i believe that i would.” it would be hard to leave the fight behind, to let the others go on without him, but he could not deny what he felt in his heart.

[ofobiwans]

what's it like, seeing satine again? what's it like seeing her sick?

it was as though his lungs had outgrown his ribcage. ever since he’d found out that satine was one of dozens that had been forced into quarantine, obi-wan felt as though he couldn’t breathe. “seeing satine again was one of the greatest joys i have felt,” he hesitated briefly, “and losing her...” he felt his heart clench in his chest and he forced his gaze away. this was precisely why jedi were not to form attachments to others, it would be so easy to give into the dark side if he lived his life like this. “i know it is wrong, but i feel as though i may come undone.” he was meant for this, to survive heartbreak and to still stay true to the light, but his devotion to the light did not make him love her any less. 

[ofobiwans]

[incorrectstarwarsquotes]

“You’ll have to excuse these two. They’re themselves today.”

— Obi-Wan to Satine about Anakin and Ahsoka

[ofobiwans]

ofscavenging

that voice. it made rey flinch and stumble backwards with a wince, as memories suddenly shot back into her mind. from what? she was not sure exactly. she knew for a fact she had never seen this man before in her life. yet, as she continued looking upon him, she realized that the force was guiding her towards him just as much as it had with anakin and even luke. who was he…? not another skywalker ( pray to the maker ), surely. again he spoke and again she winced. though her tears still left her eyes, they were not of sorrow or fear as they had been before; instead the man before her was hitting her emotions deeply, just from his very presence alone. the peace was overwhelming, and rey wondered momentarily if this was her father. no, it couldn’t be. it would be far too good to be true, having a father who wanted to make her feel better. “who are you?” she tried again, her voice gentler, yet shakier. now she was desperate to know, to wonder why she had such a connection to him. luke had visited, as well as orion and others whom she loved, but she had never wanted to break through this glass more than in this moment. “i-i don’t know what to feel…” she admitted, through her streaming tears, and she pressed her hands to the glass again. “w-why do i feel such a-a bond with you?” perhaps it was worth it to simply ask. it was entirely too hopeful, but… what if it was true. “sir…” she began quietly, pursing her lips then softly asking, “a-are you my father…?”

despite the torrent of emotion whirling through the space between them, obi-wan willed his mind to remain tranquil. fear and longing were emotions that belonged to the dark side, the sort of tempestuous urges that had once lured anakin to the wrong side of the force. all of his loyalty, all of his promise, had not been enough to save anakin from the monster that he had become, but perhaps obi-wan could save her. he’d reached out to her before, when her mind was filled with great turmoil, when she was just at the beginning of her journey, and it was rather clear that she remembered him. “there is nothing to fear,” he told her gently. she had winced away from him as though obi-wan might leap through the glass and grab her by the throat, but he would do no such thing. no, such hatred and malice had long been eradicated from his heart. “i only wish to help you.” like anakin and luke, she was powerful with the force. and perhaps he could guide her toward the light. he permitted himself to smile at her, his expression gentle and kind as always. obi-wan had been known for his negotiate abilities, and there was a reason for it. he was rather good at this. “i am obi-wan kenobi, and who are you?” he asked. his curiosity could simply not be helped. there was no use trying to hide his identity. his enemies, mostly force users, would undoubtedly recognize his own force signature. so let them come for him. his gaze flicked to her palm on the glass and he wondered if, perhaps, he ought to reach out in kind to calm her. “you must decide your feelings on your own,” he told her gently. obi-wan, for all of his wisdom, could not do so for her. “i was there at the beginning of your journey, young one. i was with you when you first found skywalker’s lightsaber.” would she remember? or were the horrible memories from that time in her life too strong? at her question, obi-wan felt his expression warm. “your father?” he shook his head. “alas, i am not. i am a jedi,” one of the last after the entire order had been slain, “we are not permitted to form such attachments,” and he surely would have loved his own child too much to remain true to his teachings. “but i wish to help you, all the same.”

[ofobiwans]

amaliies

as the figure appeared beside her, amalie finally mustered the strength to glance over, her eyes still glazed over with tears. they had not been dry since the previous day, before armitage had had to leave her. but his words brought her a level of focus she had not had since before her imprisonment, and she stood up slightly straighter before giving a slow nod of her head. his voice was kind and gentle, and set soothing vibrations throughout her. however, as she studied him once more, she realized he donned the robes of a jedi. “master jedi…” she whispered, nodding her head once in greeting before giving a slight curtsey. “it is an honor to meet you. i am amalie seppala. who are you?” naturally, she assumed him to be recently revived, as rey was the only living jedi left. however, she was still unaware that the man before her had been the one to lead the gallant fight on naboo that she had studied many a time. “something about you is so familiar… have you visited naboo before?”

he could sense her grief. it seemed to emanate throughout the room, as solid and present as either of them, and he longed to reach out and steal it away. he had spent much of his life grieving, years in exile on tatooine wondering if perhaps he could have altered fate, and he didn’t wish for anyone else to experience such loss. but her pain was not his to shoulder, no good would come of even chivalrous attempts at thievery. her pain was her own. when she addressed him, obi-wan bowed. although he could not tell whom this woman was, he had a feeling that she was of great importance. there was something in the way that she spoke, the way that she dressed, that gave her away. “and you,” he assured her with a smile, though his heart was heavy with his own sadness. “i am...” a brief pause. his eyes flitted downward as he tried to decide upon a name. which one was he to give? he had lived as ben kenobi for nearly two decades before he’d died, and it seemed as natural to him as his first name. “obi-wan kenobi.” he decided at last, and if he had enemies here, let them find him. “i frequented naboo often in my younger years, but i’m afraid i have not been back in a long, long time.” he smiled. “it is as beautiful here as ever.” 

[ofobiwans]

pcifist

    * HE  IS  A  SIGHT  FOR  SORE  EYES ,  and  she  finds  herself  wishing  she  could  reach  through  the  glass  this  very  moment  and  stroke  his  face  like  she  had  in  their  last  memory  together ,  one  that  she  fears  she  may  have  to  relive  once  more ,  this  time  without  him  by  her  side  (  yet  perhaps  it’s  a  small  blessing ,  for  the  look  on  his  face  in  her  final  moments  is  one  that  lingers  in  her  mind ,  especially  as  she  gazes  upon  his  face  right  this  moment  ).  ❛  fret  not ,  my  dear  obi-wan ,  i  shan’t  lose  hope .  ❜  i  have  faith  in  you ,  goes  unvoiced  and  a  small  smile  rests  upon  her  lips ,  eyes  crinkling  at  the  corners  as  she  holds  back  the  urge  to  rest  her  hand  upon  the  glass  like  she’s  seen  others  do  so  with  their  loved  ones  as  they  came  to  visit  (  it’s  finding  more  difficult  to  remind  herself  they  were  not  like  that ,  no  matter  the  confession  that  had  slipped  her  lips  upon  her  death  bed ,  a  situation  they  both  had  yet  to  properly  discuss  ).  ❛  how  is  the  search  proving  so  far  ?  any  new  leads  ?  ❜  business  as   always  it  seemed .  ❛  i  know  the  search  is  important ,  but  have  you  been  resting  ?  ❜     

ah, hope. the very mention of the word brought a faint, wistful smile to obi-wan’s lips. he had been a solemn devotee of hope throughout his long life, amongst other things, and it had only ever failed him. he’d had hope for anakin, for satine, for padmé and the twins, and especially for the galaxy that he’d given his life to protect. and what had come of it? faces of old friends, of luke and ahsoka, came to mind and he smiled just a bit wider. perhaps it was a fool’s burden to hope, but obi-wan was a staunch believer. maybe this time. “very good, duchess,” he replied with a little dip of his head, as if to remind himself of his place. “we will not let you down.” he would be damn sure of that. the prognosis for her disease was not good, not in the least, but obi-wan would be damned if he let anything happen to her. he’d failed her once, he would be damned if he failed her again. “there has been progress,” he replied honestly. they’d found a strange plant and some promising notes, but none of it had led to a cure, not yet. “there is a cure. anakin and i found one before, we must simply find a way to recreate it.” he said it as though it was easy, but he wanted her to believe, if nothing else, that there was still reason to hope. “i...” he paused, “i find time to rest.” not half as much as she’d like him to have, most likely, but he found a few hours here and there. “but there are more important matters at hand than rest.”

[obiwanders]

Remember when I used to complain about the food at the Jedi Temple, Master? That was before I’d had snake every night for a year. BLMRGH - It’s a good thing I’m strong in the force or I wouldn’t be able to force it down. 

[incorrectskywalkerquotes]

Cody: You’re supposed to bang your fist against mine.

Obi-Wan: Why?

Cody: I’m told it’s a widely accepted gesture for mutual success.

Anakin: I love it when you two impersonate normal people.

[ofobiwans]

galacticqueenpadme

The news of the virus had sent Padmé into a worried fret, both for the well-being of her planet, and the fact that those so close to her had already been infected. Luckily she had not contracted it herself, but she would have much preferred herself to be quarantined than to picture Leia, Ben, Rey and the others in their current state. It broke her heart and terrified her - she could not lose her family again. No, she wouldn’t let it happen. So naturally Padmé had dedicated herself to the cause, searching endlessly for the details regarding this strange, unfamiliar disease. She pushed her worries out of her mind to the best of her ability and forced herself to stay focused, striding by with a notebook and data pad in her arms. Padmé had always been interested in conducting research, especially with a subject she was passionate about, and now there was absolutely nothing else on her mind than the goal to figure out the cause of the virus. She was typing some information into a note document when she heard someone else approach, and she spoke quickly and urgently before seeing who it was. “Do you have any new intel?”

obi-wan had awoken before the sun and trekked out, beyond the royal city, and into the swamps region. it wasn’t that he disliked company, not exactly, but many of the uninfected who’d been assigned to search for the cure had no experience in recovering important information. he hoped that in those peaceful, quiet hours, he might be able to find something of use to the cause. unfortunately, he'd come up with nothing. by mid-afternoon, when the others had started to arrive, obi-wan was still hard at work in the greenhouse. the strange planet was undoubtedly a clue, and he’d plucked a leaf from its stalks and tucked it neatly away to be examined. then, he’d woven his way up the corridors, toward the entrance and the researchers responsible for conducting experiments. he was very nearly there when he heard a familiar voice. obi-wan paused in his place, glancing at the woman as she turned, and brightened considerably upon seeing her. “padmé,” he grinned, striding confidently toward her. “it is so good to see you again.” she was alive again, smiling even, and oh how relieved he was to find her on this side of the quarantine glass. 

[ofobiwans]

amaliies

though the former queen had been assigned to the team that would search for the cause of this horrific illness, amalie could only focus on two things: armitage and the baby inside her. her hand rested over her flat stomach now as she stood at the visitation window of the quarantined area, running it back and forth slowly. the father of her child was locked behind this door, and had a high risk of death within days. the stress was weighing down on her second by second, as her scattered emotions attempted to see reason and resolve through it all. but she could not.

as she heard the door behind her open, and a reflection in the widespread window appeared before her, amalie quickly dropped her hand to her side yet remained facing forward, her eyes glazed over with tears that had been falling since armitage had been taken from her. she knew that being out of her prison cell might come as a shock to most, but she could not find the strength to fear the visitor at the moment.

visions of the bunker beneath naboo’s swamps haunted obi-wan’s dreams. he remembered it well, even after all of those years, but it wasn’t thoughts of the illness that gnawed at him. visions of happier times, of anakin before his fall to the dark side, followed him through the hallways and through, and made him ache for something that was long, long lost. a home? a friend? obi-wan pushed those thoughts aside and pulled his robes up over his shoulders. he acted almost without thinking, stepping through the door and down toward the quarantine ward to visit one of his oldest friends. the brief visits with satine served to calm obi-wan’s troubled mind and renewed his conviction that he would find the one responsible for releasing the virus. then, maybe then, they would be able to find some way to cure the disease.

a foolish hope, perhaps, but it was all he had.

obi-wan stepped into the little visiting area quietly, for fear of disturbing loved ones sharing a last, tender moment. he knew how precious those memories would be in the years to come, how haunting, and he did not want to be a part of it. today, however, he found a familiar figure standing before the glass in the little visiting area, and he could sense her pain. obi-wan stepped up to the glass, peering into the quarantined area quietly, before speaking up at last. "there is work to be done, miss,” obi-wan reminded her gently, and finally turned toward her. “do not let fear keep you from acting.” and then, quietly, he added, “it is not over yet.” he and anakin had beat this before, perhaps they could do so again now.

[ofobiwans]

ofscavenging

the force seemed to only be heightening her fear as she was locked up in quarantine. though the living quarters were far from drab, and she had ben, finn, poe, and others with her, the force still seemed to keep her on edge. not wanting to stress ben out about it, she had taken to sitting by the visitation window for most of the day, waiting anxiously for luke to come back. she had tried to send out signals through the force that she was in need of his guidance, but he never seemed to show. more than likely he was off on his mission to find the cause of why this all began, as he said he was going to work on. however, when the door opened, rey gasped and stood up quickly, coughing slightly at her sudden intake of air. but she froze when she saw a strange man walking up. however… it was his clothing that struck her the most. he was wearing the robes of a jedi. eyes widening slightly, she met his gaze again, pressing her fingers to the glass. “wh-who are you…?”

obi-wan sat quietly in the palace garden. amidst the sunshine and chattery birds, he appeared to be a pinnacle of peace. his chin turned slightly downward, his posture relaxed, his bright eyes closed, and he reached out to the force through his meditation. something was terribly amiss. he could feel the other force users, but there was one that seemed to cry out for help. troubling, indeed. after a few moments of this, of the user’s continuous calls, he opened his eyes and stood. obi-wan straightened his robes and strode toward the disturbance, keeping his expression measured and careful. after just a few moments, he’d located a young, human woman. “i am of no great importance.” obi-wan replied calmly. his expression was gentle, pale eyes glinting almost playfully, and his lips quirked upward in the hopes of easing her troubled mind. her fear permeated the glass and echoed through the hallways of theed’s royal palace, and obi-wan could not ignore the force user’s cry for help. he tilted his head slightly, studying her features, and at last he realized whom he was speaking to. in death, obi-wan had reached out to this young woman, using luke’s lightsaber to connect to her, but he had just managed a few words before she’d torn away. "something is troubling you, young one,” he spoke decidedly, “i can feel your fear.” fear, as he knew too well, was the path to the dark side, and he sensed that the jedi needed this girl. “perhaps i can help you.” 

[ofobiwans]

pcifist

   *   THE  GHOST  OF  DEATH ,  it  seemed  would  continue  to  haunt  satine  even  in  this  new  life  she’d  awoken  to .  she  holds  her  handkerchief  to  her  mouth  and  coughs  —  no  red  specks  yet ;  she’d  been  spared  so  far  all  thanks  to  the  quick  work  of  the  scientists  and  doctors  that  had  quickly  engineered  something  to  slow  down  the  effects  (  yet  not  fast  enough ,  it  seemed ,  as  the  death  count  continues  to  slowly  climb ,  serving  to  her  as  a  reminder  of  the  past ,  as  if  it  were  yet  another  mandalorian  war  they’d  been  stringed  into  —  this  time  of  disease  and  slow  demise ,  with  no  end  yet  in  sight  aside  from  the  obvious  of  a  room  of  corpses  being  burnt  alive  ).   ❛  a  tragic  end ,  ❜  she  says  out  loud  eventually ,  bitter  smile  upon  her  lips .   ❛  don’t  get  me  wrong ,  darling ;  i  still  have  hope  in  our  friends  to  find  a  cure  …  it’s  simply  a  little  fleeting  at  the  moment .  ❜

obi-wan was no stranger to the blue shadow virus. he had encountered the wretched plague once before, wielded by a mad man who’d intended to loose it on the people of naboo. it was curable, but the vine required for the antidote was many lightyears away now and there was no foreseeable way off planet. and so, obi-wan had taken up his post to search for the one who’d freed the virus from its chamber. he hoped that the one who’d freed it might have the antidote, or that they would know how to create one using the supplies available to them. despite his duties, however, obi-wan found himself visiting his old friend regularly. if these were the last hours of her life, he intended to spend them by satine’s side. obi-wan dipped his head slightly in response to her words, his gaze searching the floor briefly in an attempt to rid his mind of those images of her first death. “this isn’t the end, duchess,” he spoke calmly, as if to reassure the both of them. “some of those assigned to the cure team are very capable, and i assure you that we will find whoever did this. have faith.” he couldn’t bear to see her die again. obi-wan hadn’t reacted quickly enough last time, but this time, he told himself, this time would be different.

[justwaytooboss]

Boss Jedi: Obi-Wan Kenbi