hope is a weapon

hope is a weapon and hope is a skill.

[spokewar]

#spokewar / an indie & canon divergent obi-wan kenobi. crossover, multi-verse, multi-muse, OC, & duplicate friendly. written by marci, 28, she/her 🔪

𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍. 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜.  cheat sheet. 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐. tags. world's okay-est padawan

[vizslajetii]

Older than he'd think, and now Tarre is curious: he did not know Master Fay in his time, but the chance is not impossible. After all, the current grandmaster is supposed to be eight-hundred years old at the very least, not that it has done much for the Order.

That she does not like Mandalorians, well. It's to be expected, just like it's to be expected that younglings and young Padawans might be lacking in the tact department. And while bluntness is not something he will encourage in someone else's Padawan, from what he knows of the Order at the moment, he will also not correct it: it's a very Mandalorian trait, and they are in Mandalore.

Instead, he lets his smile show the wry amusement in his chest, and lets his Force presence show it as well, for a moment.

"Lead the way." He says, as he puts on his buy'ce. "You will notice that a properly armored Mandalorian makes people suddenly want to look the other way."

Especially right now. Especially wearing his Clan's sigil.

"And all in all, ad'ika," he adds, "the Mando'ade and the Jetii have been at war quite often over the ages, and the dislike is well entrenched in both cultures. And it's not only because of a lack of clear cultural middle-ground: neither side is innocent in the conflict, for all I will not pretend the same blood has been shed on both sides."

He is not about to soften it, and neither is he going to pretend his people have not done terrible things.

"There have been times where the conflict has not been so present, and there are countless examples of alliances and personal friendships, and the Clans do not all share an opinion on the Jetii. It is a complicated area." He adds. And then, fondly, "My Master was a diplomat, and very fond of discussion. Our differing worlviews gave us material for more than a decade."

And to this day, he still disagrees in some points of the Jedi view. But he also sees the value in many others.

"But I still want to believe," Tarre adds, gentler now, "that the Temple would not have been unkind to a child, even one with my origins."

[spokewar]

"It's not the temple Jedi that would be unkind, it's the other kids." It's unfair, but Brock Chun comes to mind. He'd haunted Obi-Wan's childhood for years and no one took his complaints seriously until it was far too late. The creche watchers have been better since then, but younglings will always find something to be cruel against.

"I mean, not really anymore." For one, Bruck Chun is dead and all of his friends are now terrified of him. Master Qui-Gon's looming presence certainly doesn't hurt either, the no-nonsense man with a low tolerance for bullies that he is. "And I'm really not at the temple a lot these days either."

He's likely saying too much, but the Force isn't warning against it, so he sees no reason to still his tongue. Given he not reveal any of his assignment secrets, of course. It's been some time since he's been around who doesn't want to throttle him, even longer since he's felt safe in the presence of an adult (a Jedi one!).

"My Master and I have been really busy . . . he hasn't wanted to go home a lot since Galidraan." The word sits heavy on his tongue. Mandalore has always been hostile toward his kind, but the slaughter of her people has awakened something deep and primal. It's made his mission all the more difficult, and that is excluding the knowledge that the main perpetrator of the battle was his own Grand Master. It's something Obi-Wan intends to keep to himself as well.

Tarre has been friendly for now, but there's no saying how he'll react to knowing retribution is mere feet ahead of him. Thankfully, Master Count Dooku has never been loud about their lineage and his Master has always held them at arms length. He says it's because he doesn't want his violent influence around, but Obi-Wan think it has something more to do with not wanting him near Master Sifo-Dyas, not wanting him to encourage any lingering visions of the future.

"That must have been really hard for you. Both halves of yourself fighting over nothing - and we haven't had a battle like that in . . . hundreds of years? I don't really know, but a really long time."

[spokewar]

Sips drink. "I am the sum of my problems."

[krsnope]

How were “throws hands” Obi-Wan Kenobi and and “droid kicker” Marshal Commander Cody not supposed to be my favorites are you fucking kidding me?

[anstarwar]

Commission for the lovely @dreamerkath

Shh they’re resting after a long day

[spokewar]

📚!!!!!!!!!

──✶random book starters: pg. 87 of a court of silver flames

"Leaving a human scent at the site is so obvious a clue that it almost seems unlikely it was one of them." Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose. The air was thick with iron. It wasn't impossible for a human to have found their way to Crystal Lake, but it would take quite a bit of determination and wit to get through. The magic in its waters have always been as unpredictable as they were uncontrollable, making it one of thinner areas between dimensions (on Andros, such water portals were well known and they were taught to be wary of them from a young age). If someone on Earth really wanted, they just might be able to brute force their way through, though likely not uninjured.

It was obvious what interest prince Tritannus had in a tunnel forming beneath the waves, but the same could not be said for the fairy folk(?) would. True, the breach was closer to their capitol than his, but they'd never taken an interest in under-water affairs before, always content to leave the merfolk to it. It made him wonder if the woman was on a more personal mission than professional.

"Almost as unlikely as pooling together enough human blood to leave a false scent when witches are much easier to bargain with." Obi-Wan toed at the damp gravel, his skin itching to be in the calm waters. Or perhaps to get away from a perceived danger. "I think whoever you're looking for is gone, but in which direction . . . I'm not sure. The portal is closed, and I would not go in there. Not at least until morning light."

[spokewar]

Anakin did not change his sugar to salt. Not him. He's innocent.

He saw that, but he's going to pretend he didn't lest Anakin thinks he needs to start one-upping his pranks.

[starpeace]

more unsettling jedi physicality pls

[starpeace]

jedi who do three point landings from eight floors up and make the earth shake. jedi who seem like they move silently because they can blur just the edges of your awareness so you never hear them coming. jedi who move as fast and sudden as a predator going in for the kill and they can be on you before you can blink. jedi who can hide underwater for almost an hour breathing the force instead of air. jedi who always catch things before they hit the floor almost like they knew it was going to fall

i just think that if you can draw on the force at the heart of the universe to enhance your physical capabilities, you should get to be a little scary about it

[starpeace]

the thing about jedi is that they grow up surrounded by other jedi, so i think younger padawans must forget how this looks to other people all the time, and older jedi probably have to curb it a little in polite society, which gives you potential great moments where they suddenly show what they can really do

[vizslajetii]

@spokewar - Mand'alor again verse starter call

A Jetii could travel discreetly, if a Jetii wanted to. Not as discreetly among Tarre's people as everywhere else, when so many Mandalorians were in the business of noticing people and remembering old grudges, but discreetly enough. The Force, however, was not always a proponent of discretion.

And a Jetii so close to Mandalorian space was always intriguing. This one, even more so than most. And so, the moment the Force had nudged Tarre's attention towards the one presence that was notably vivid, notably light, he had followed, and sent a nudge back. Lowered his shields enough that it would almost be a call, now that he had finished the business accord that had brought him to the edges of what had once been Mandalorian space and was now space worth considering again, and sent a faint greeting to the Force.

And then he walked where the Force would lead him, because he was curious and he was not wearing the full regalia, merely the armor and underneath it clothing that was the Mandalorian answer to tunics. Not so much the Mand'alor he was trying to become again as the Alor of Clan Vizsla, because he had long grown fond of moving alone, to the annoyance of some of his new Captains.

[spokewar]

It didn't happen over night, but it might as well have. One moment, Mandalore was in chaos; Satine was dead, Death Watch was growing with a dangerous fervor, and the city domes were struggling to support their increasingly anxious populaces. The next, all was quiet. Which might have been concerning had there not been a galaxy-wide war to worry over instead. Obi-Wan did not have many contacts on the planet's surface (and those he did often came with a hefty cost), but he'd heard enough to know Pre Vizsla was gone in the wind—either dead or in hiding—and his followers were scattered. Few people left the sector, but bounty hunters and their ilk were returning in droves, having heard the call of something or someone.

It was bound to happen, he just hadn't expected it to be so soon, someone had reclaimed the Mand'alor's title and he needed to know who. The Duchess had once entertained the idea of leveraging the Clones' Mandalorian heritage into spurring the Republic into action, and though he didn't expect the same of any new leader, he needed to know what he'd be up against. Or, at least, what Bail and Senator Chuchi would be up against. Obi-Wan was just making first contact as a precautionary. Much to the chagrin of Commander Cody.

He hadn't expected the Mand'alor to find him first, though he really shouldn't have been surprised. He didn't come as Ben, not even as a General, Obi-Wan Kenobi came as a Jedi, bearing his traditional robes and dual sabers proudly displayed at either side of his hips. Slightly out of place were the bracers on his forearms, but he thought it might be an insult to come completely unarmored, implying he didn't view the visit as a threat to his safety.

It was going to remain unspoken, but he found himself relieved he didn't have to venture deep into Mandalorian territory to get his meeting. It might have been slightly concerning how fast he'd been found, but the Force seemed more amused than on edge.

"Hello, I'd like to offer you my sincerest greetings and my sincerest apologies for dropping in unannounced.," Obi-Wan offered a quick but deep bow, not wanting to look away for too long. Normally, he would prod at any uncertain minds, but given Jango's explosive temperament and vitriol hatred of Jedi, he kept his shields in tact and to himself. "I feared something more stately my stir up more trouble than either of us want.

"You are the one responsible for all this upheaval I've heard about?" He gestured to the familiar and unlit blade. It looked more polished than usual, but Kyber inside was stubborn and would not let him pry. "I was hoping we could parlay? You see, the late Duchess and I had something of a . . . humanitarian cause we were working toward and I wanted to bring it to your attention before you get too comfortable in your affairs."

[spokewar]

when your shitty grandpa clones you and keeps flip-flopping between which one is more expendable @griefdestined

[astranovus]

Though Obi-Wan's words are meant to be a reassurance, Anakin feels like he's stabbing a knife into his gut with each word. Nothing short of an army can breach it. Like his. Like the battalion he had brought through its closed doors. Blaster fire and his lightsaber cutting down guards who had protected the temple since before he ever stepped foot onto Coruscant. They had replaced them now, forced to because of his weakness, because of his fault and failure.

Is he safe or is he just a prisoner?

No one is getting in (because of you, because you put them all in worse danger than they've ever been) and no one is getting out (because you're dangerous and you're never to be trusted again). Anakin only half hears Obi-Wan's careful words. There's the voice in his head again that sounds dangerously like Sidious and Anakin wants to slam his head into the wall or the floor just so he doesn't have to hear it anymore.

Can you really trust him? Do you really think he has your best interests at heart. Or is he just afraid of you?

Anakin's tear-filled eyes snap away from Obi-Wan as if he expects someone there. The touch of an old man's hand on his shoulder. Kindly, but now with an undercurrent of something darker that Anakin hadn't realized. It's so obvious, now. The way his mind had clouded over every time he entered Palpatine's office. It had felt almost calming, then. Like a drug he couldn't quite quit. Had he known the whole time and just... ignored it? Let himself fall into a false sense of security because of how much he craved something that wasn't so strict and stringent like the Jedi's way of love?

He's dizzy.

"I don't..." Anakin shakes his head, wavers. "I don't know what...what would you want me say? ...I'm tired."

[spokewar]

"That's fine too." He swallows. It's not. There's so much he wants to know and so very few who could ever tell him. Sidious is dead, Dooku knows far less than he liked to lead on, and Anakin is . . . compromised at best. It'd be wise to take anything he does have to say with a bit of doubt; the Sith are masters of deception and it's going to take some time to them to unravel all the truth from fiction.

"You've told me before that I talk enough for the both of us." In terms of fight or flight, Obi-Wan's first response has always been chat. (something certainly not inherited from Master Qui-Gon). "I've been off planet for- a while I presume? The days are hard to keep track of when there aren't any windows. I mean in the temple. On Lothal. I've been restoring it while the Republic is arguing over who is getting put on trial for what."

He winces, a stunning start.

"I'm sure you've heard of it in your classes before? It currently looks like a mountain and has been out of commission ever since the Jedi consolidated to Coruscant. Awfully dusty and desolate inside, but there's potential. Plus, it's gargantuan and far far away from the noise of the senate. I wouldn't call it habitable at the moment, but it'll helpful in the future for those who no longer wish to remain tied to the inner core. The Force is clearer there and not everything you do is under the watchful eyes of a thousand interested parties. "

There is, of course, the matter of the entire High Council disapproving of his pet project, but they have much larger things to worry over and Obi-Wan scuddling about the outer rim is a low priority concern in regards to all the trials and rapidly forming legislation. Such a shame they don't realize he's doing this for them. For the near future when they're going to have relearn how to exist without the support of the Republic, which will no doubt be quite upset about the upheaval of its army.

"I'd like you to join me there one day."

[inkpressedpetals]

[rabbit-heartt]

just some straight up bullshit

haven’t drawn in months so every paint brush I pick makes my art style do a 180 whatever man

[spokewar]

wayseeker au things @astranovus

[spokewar]

“ i was just showing you some constructive criticism ” / anakin (couldn't resist)

"Have you considered being constructive in a different way?" It's his own fault for bringing Anakin into polite society and without Senator Amidala to hold his attention, it's Obi-Wan's sole responsibility to keep him reeled in and from attacking anyone too rich for their own good or chewing through exposed wiring. Whatever it is he does when no one is looking. "Or perhaps stand still long enough for me to make a proper introduction. These people want to meet a bold and daring war hero, not his grizzled old teacher."

For a moment, Obi-Wan stops to compare how old Anakin probably is relative to what Coruscant's drinking age might be before grabbing two flutes of something bubbling and passing one over. He's a Jedi, it should hardly matter. "More importantly, they need to figure out you're more than just a character on their terminal, that you're a real person they can help. If they like you enough."

[iconaclysm]

@spokewar ⸻ cont from [ here ]

there's almost a laugh. it is at most a quirk of the shoulders, a momentary breezy tone that colors an otherwise genuine, if mild regret. the humor is not entirely at or for him. “ i did not think you did. ” they dip their head in apology, showing open, gloved palms, “ i was speaking in jest — though i must admit, i have been told how poor my sense of humor is enough times where i should know better. ” malak would call this a reason why he rarely left them unattended — they could repel just as strongly as they could attract, even shrouded in robes and hidden behind a mask.

kenobi is a familiar type of star to find in distant systems, when it's possible to find their kin at all — unique and perhaps too aware of it. they're almost envious; for all their training that took them across the galaxy, it was always an elliptical path, however irregular. drawing them back to coruscant and dantooine like a comet passing a star, never truly permitted to leave the gravitational pull of the council. revan is reminded of old watchmen in kenobi, still resolute in ways as they were a generation ago, standing bulwark against any influence from this new age ushered in by the jedi council. but this jedi is young. hardly more than a handful of years older than revan, if they can measure his near-human features like most. perhaps he will be more malleable.

they pause their thoughts, gaze going from the ebb and flow of the moving throng of townsfolk they stand apart from and back to kenobi. they hadn't expected to hear any opinion from the shadow, much less for him to support their cause. a hand-wave of tolerance and enigmatic warnings wrapped in metaphor was the most they were used to getting from more reclusive cohorts of the order. “ i'm glad you see our intent. ” a half-truth; though words were not without value, the revanchist has long-since tired of platitudes. at least from the shadows, blades crafted and honed for specific purposes, it made a kind of sense. even with revan's more limited knowledge of the inner workings of them, they imagined few sects or schools would emerge for anything not steeped with the dark side. and that was a threat more likely to be levied at their head moreso than any mandalorian. revan still smiles slightly behind the mask. “ many of our peers still feel otherwise, even as we turn the tide in the republic's favor. ”

the mention of the council stills the ease in the movements, as if he's pressed on a wound not fully healed. “ you give me too much credit. and the council too much grace. ” they have practiced cadence of a jedi reigning in their temper, a deliberate type of politeness, just shy of sharp edges. the steel in their tone increases with every word. “ they have lent us nothing — their hand was forced. the mandalorian's genocide on cathar was so great that upon learning of it, they could no longer justify turning a blind eye to the mandalorian threat, or punish us for our involvement. ” they shall not bore him with the details of debates escalating into arguments, or the council's disapproval shifting into threats of detainment. however bitterly they sit on the tongue, they're petty and unimportant facts now that the revanchists are able to move freely. “ we are tolerated, not trusted, and even then barely so. they have deigned to grant us permission to serve in the republic's mercy corps. that is all. if it were up to them, we would be disbanded, even now. ”

“ you say you keep to the outer rim. have you borne witness to the devastation these mandalorians wreak? ” there is no judgement, only curiosity. there has yet to be a war so vast that it reaches all corners of the galaxy. revan knows their own homeworld remains untouched, at the very least. and this world itself seems yet undisturbed — there is no undercurrent of anxiety filling the air, no hushed voices and hurried movements. they've heard idle talk of the conflict from the occasional passerby, but little else. “ it is not uncommon to meet those who are victims and survivors of their attacks, even within the ranks of the order itself. it seems their numbers have exploded since they started taking in any who would follow their creed. ”

[spokewar]

"I've met many victims of the Mandalorians' crusades, just as many as I've met victims of Zygerrians or any of the hundreds of crime syndicates in operation." He knows he's being obtuse, but it's too objectively wrong to brand every one of their warriors an enemy. It's true Obi-Wan has been caught in their crosshairs before, but he's also lived among them (albeit, very quietly) and knows all the ways in which they can be benign and mundane. Almost content to be consular until someone dangles something too shiny, too dangerous, too new in their peripherals. That Cathar fails to be any one of the three, of course, is concerning. Its denizens have battle prowess, but they lack an army notable enough to take pride in battling, they have no over-abundance of resources as his own home world once did, and they were content to not over-extend their reach. Peaceful with their neighbors and fair enough with their trading partners, it seems the planet's only crime had been existing too close to Republic space.

As tempting it is to pretend he hasn't noticed—especially since the Force has never beckoned him to—it's alarming just how quickly so many have heard the Mandalore's call and come running. A man who's as great a uniter as he is a fighter. One who doesn't bore down his people into trivial sections with menial duties, he allows anyone to rise so long as they have the bloodlust for it. Violence, after all, transcends all language and culture; nothing brings individuals together like having someone to hate, something to conquer.

In a way, Obi-Wan thinks, the Jedi could learn from him. Their numbers have only stagnated as their enemies' climb ever higher; the galaxy is rapidly outgrowing them and the Council almost seems content to be left behind. Which shouldn't be surprising, they've had years and countless opportunities to prove him otherwise. They'd threatened to rip him from his education far too young, let a grieving Master take him into the distant galaxy, and accepted his death as easily as they might recite their creed. They hadn't even asked him to return to the temple. It's a bitter thought, but he doesn't think the Order doesn't like to see all its wrongs and Obi-Wan himself is no exception.

"The Mandalorians might be acting to the extremes, but I'm not sure the best response is to act in tandem." Your response, goes unspoken. The thought of those two extremes engaging in real and coordinated combat is unsettling; most Jedi would not be ruthless enough to survive and the ones who think they are would not survive unchanged. This, he knows well. "Though . . . my opinion is not without bias nor is it even informed. I hear of the happenings within the core, but I do not live it. I do not know what is said in the High Council's chambers nor even behind our temple walls.

"Tell me, how many support your cause?" Obi-Wan is far from the only wandering Jedi (if that's what he even is), but quantifiable word of mouth moves far too slowly to know any accurate information. He knows Knight Revan is trouble, just not how much. "And what will you do if those numbers start rivaling those who don't?"

[spokewar]

my shitty son who everyone hates </3 @astranovus