(post order 66) A Mandalorian with white and gold armor has taken up residence on Tatooine. He’s the talk of the town with him rounding up bounties left and right. However no matter how many credits he earns he seems restless— like he’s searching for someone in particular.
It isn’t until a month has passed that he makes progress. A familiar, almost magnetic pull has him scooping up a familiar lightsaber from the sands of Tatooine. He’s not able to rejoice in the clue for long before he hears another lightsaber ignite. A red light saber sails over his head and he is quick to duck. He’s always been slightly force sensitive, having reflexes faster than his brothers.
The red saber wielding stranger seems to think he’s in Jedi. “A delightfully rare thing, a Mandalorian Jedi,” the stranger remarks with a wicked purr, eyeing him like a predator eyes its prey. The stranger doesn’t talk much before launching themself at him.
Blaster bolts echo throughout the dunes as he shoots at them first. They of course deflect the bolts easily so Cody switches to Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. He is new and clumsy with it but he gets by. He managed to disarm the dark force user although they disarm him in turn. They then tackle one another, bodies rolling amongst the sand. Their hands are on his neck and his vision is tinged with black. Is this how he is going to die?
obi-wan noticed too late that his lightsaber was missing. panic set in, heart thumping in his throat. he was a fool to carry it around as often as he did - but the semblance of familiarity, the faintest reminder of the man he once was felt necessary in a place like this. the desert was unforgiving, and stripped away everything that one did not hold close. obi-wan was a jedi. one of the last in left in the galaxy, if he believed the rumours of the empire's domination. he could not just forget that part of himself, even if common sense said it would be safer.
he never used it. he just kept it close.
and then he lost it in the damned desert. obi-wan had made the long trek back to his home, a remote cave where he could observe and keep to himself, when necessary. there were miles of sand between him and the nearest settlement. how could he have been so stupid?
racing back through the sand, obi-wan lost all sense of poise and decorum. if anyone found it, he would jeopardize his safety. he would jeopardize luke's safety. a foolish, idiotic mistake, and he-
he heard the battle before he saw it. the familiar, now-distant sound of lightsaber against lightsaber echoing across the sand. through the haze of the sun's heat, obi-wan could just make out two figures clashing in the distance - red on blue.
a sith? a servant of the empire? obi-wan's blood ran cold - but there was no doubt that the weapon in the other man's hand was his own.
he drew closer, but neither fighter seemed to notice him. the sabers were rapidly discarded in favour of close-quarters blows. was that a mandalorian? whoever he was, he was dying.
obi-wan snatched his saber out of the sand, and without hesitation, drove the saber through the possible sith's back. cold dread and lamentation flooded him - had he truly killed someone with their back turned to him?
but he knew, deep within his soul, that he had to. in order to protect luke. in order to protect himself - and in order to protect this mandalorian on the ground, though obi-wan did not know if they were friend or foe.
"are you alright?" obi-wan asked with a rasp, taking a shaking step back. the mandalorian's armour was unique, painted with gold. it looked... familiar, in a way obi-wan knew was only projection. "explain what happened here, now."
