#highgeneralkenobi

[jedimessiah]

@highgeneralkenobi / starter

he's long abandoned the falsehoods protected as a padawan. adventures into the underbelly of courscant for a rush of adrenaline, or a taste of him - for memory sake, not born from yearning for return - never dwindled. anakin is almost sure his master looked away politely all those years, when the padawan apartments were shut tight afterhours and he was forced to spread out on obi-wan's couch until the morning. now, though, he's graduated to wearing it on his sleeve. he took padme down once before to watch the races, and he hasn't been back since.

❝ if we can't steal the sparring room, and we can't go off planet, tell me you've embraced a little opportunity for fun, master. ❞

the fun in question is his prying implications of podracing. the very ones anakin participated in behind his master's back.

forgive him if he does not want to spend his time away from a kriffing war doing data reports. his idea of relaxation has never been idle.

[akuzeisms]

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i was taken by the view.

“It’s a hell of a view, all right,” Kat agreed from her seated position against one of the large trees on the Presidium. It was a little hidden place she’d managed to seclude herself away to; with them having a bit of shore leave to restock and prepare for their next move against Saren, she’d taken it upon herself to have a little time on her own. She was supposed to have a meeting with another possible crew member later, someone that Anderson had managed to get in contact with that wanted to help. How the Captain knew him, Kat hadn’t the faintest clue, but she wasn’t about to turn away help when it was offered.

Twirling the graphite pencil in her fingers, Kat readjusted and propped her sketchpad in her lap, re-tucking her blonde hair behind her ear as she looked back out at the view, gaze studying the stranger out of the corner of her eye. The military fatigues told her he was Alliance, but that begged the question of whom, and why. If he was Alliance, he had to practically live under a rock not to know her name; between the fame of Akuze coupled with her status as the first human Spectre, it was hard for her to remain incognito on somewhere like the Citadel.

“Something tells me the view isn’t the only reason you’re here, though.”

[furyisms]

   ⬐ @highgeneralkenobi ⬎

❛  we haven't met but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜

It was a lot to take in. She’d gone from being on the Normandy, to having her own crew, to losing that crew. Twice, now, she’d lost the people she’d made friends with. It was one thing to lose one friend here, one friend there, but this was more than just that. And in the case of the crew she’d just lost, it was her entire crew. She was certain no one had made it out of the ship alive besides her. And she’d barely made it out. The chaos on Earth… god, it was a lot to take in.

She nearly jumped at the sound of another voice; she hadn’t thought she was staring off into space that much, but since they’d made it to the Citadel, Shepard had mentioned they would be touching base with a few old friends. Whether those were people they’d previously worked with on the Normandy, or perhaps people that Shepard had worked with over the last two years, Alisa hadn’t the faintest idea. Chuckling softly, she turned around to lean against the railing, arms crossed as she looked up at him.

“We haven’t met,” she replied politely. No need to call attention to the last part; even if she needed someone to talk to, she wasn’t particularly inclined to talk about it with a total stranger… even if he was wearing Alliance colours. “Captain Alisa Dubrovsky,” she introduced as she snapped off a crisp salute. “Or… well, I guess it’s Major now, not that it makes much difference.” After all, she wasn’t in command of a navy vessel any more; she was part of a marine ground team. “Alisa’s fine, though. I’ve never been one for formalities.”

[illeferrum]

@highgeneralkenobi​ asked: you promised you'd let them go.

❝ and i very much appreciate the trust and hope you’ve put into my words, GENERAL. i am flattered if anything. ❞ accompagnied by a group of troopers armed with E-11, VEERS stood imposingly in the JEDI’s cell, his gaze remaining cold, unwavering under KENOBI’s accusation. ❝ but like yourself, i have my orders to follow. absolutely nothing obliges me to promise you anything. leading you afield however... absolutely. ❞ there’s a lift to the COLONEL’s lips, a vision of satisfaction barely noticeable but still present. ❝ know that your every actions will determine the prisoners’ fate. don’t do anything stupid. ❞ he warned coldly.

[skywalkerknight-blog]

((This song sounds like Obi-Wan singing to Anakin. Just.. imagine Star Wars is a musical. This is my favorite thing.))

[dathomiri-nightbrother-blog]

He slid out from the shadows, throwing his hood back, a grin on his face. "Kenobi, finally. I'm glad you have noticed things about a certain someone. Did you come to this by yourself, or did other help you?" he leaned against a wall, arms crossed in front of him. "No, I'm not the Maul you've encountered recently with Ventress. Yes, I heard about that. No, I don't care about that. I'm working on something else, with Kerra Holt and Padme, kinda. It runs parallel to things you've noticed about the illustrious  Supreme Chancellor. So, what seems off to you?" He cocked an eyebrow, waiting.

[darkhairfairskin-blog]

"I will not have to work anymore. He's promised as much-- and I believe it. At first I was skeptical, however He'll find ways to compensate my loss with the other girls. And he's sure that my regular customers would understand, for the most part." That should be a bittersweet, but optimistic statement in itself. Something to rejoice at- ending a life which had never brought her honour, or the ability to have pride. However there were stipulations; conditions which ensured no joy came to Obi-Wan's expression. He was just short of entirely outraged, in fact.

"You cannot seriously consider this an option, Jah'Satine! You're voluntarily writing away the rest of your life-- You do this, and you forsake your happiness-"

"You act as if I have a choice here. Regardless of whether we went through with it or not, he's forbidden my ever seeing you, or new clients again. So it is either spend the rest of my years of beauty selling myself to scum, then while away my later age with more menial tasks, dying in servitude, or live out the rest of my life chained to a man who does not love me, but with at least a few, slender freedoms, and no longer being bartered off for profit." Her hands moved, grabbing either of his, and smoothing her thumbs over his skin, trying to soothe both his mood, and her own. "Besides... it was decided nearly half a month ago. Master Jaspi and I are to be married. Our preparations have been made."

Obi-Wan stiffened, his fingers tightening their grip on her thin, seemingly fragile palms.

"When?"

Her eyes dropped from his.

Which was anything but reassuring.

"A week. From today... I'm surprised you haven't heard already... Everyone is apparently very lit with their excitement about it."

"What do you mean..?"

"The Exclusive Reservation of the Galaxies Opera House for a Private event." There was a moment of pause to let the words sink in, the romours and chatter he'd heard, which had caught the attention of the padawans and had them, particularly, the ladies, stirring with fancy, and making up fantasies. "That... is the Evening of our Wedding. My Wedding."

[darkhairfairskin-blog]

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[I approooooooove. I ship them hardcore.]

((The fact Moulin Rouge was on while I was trying to go to bed might have affected it as well.

RAAAAAAGHH I JUST KEEP CREATING MORE SHIPS.))