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Heck yeaaah that's my fic The Jedi's Gambit. I have some posted already, but I'll share a snippet from an upcoming chapter ;)
Over the lulling thrum of the sublight engines, Obi-Wan’s thoughts turned to Quinlan Vos of all people. On their journey to Nal Hutta to track down Bane, Vos had mentioned that the bounty hunter had wronged him in the past. He’d teased Obi-Wan on more than one occasion, promising to tell the story, but he had yet to make good on that promise. He was beginning to wonder if Vos hadn’t embellished his run-in with Bane just to get a rise out of Obi-Wan. It wouldn’t have been the first time.
And then there was his Padawan, so full of anger when it came to the bounty hunter’s repeated escapes. Where Anakin had wanted to lock Bane into a cell and throw away the key, Obi-Wan wished to grab Bane around his lean shoulders, look him in the eye, and shake some sense into him.
But Obi-Wan knew Bane well enough by now to realize that wasn’t the way to reach him. Patience, honesty, and a high tolerance for prickly words seemed to be the charted course to earn Bane’s trust. It was with that navigation in mind that Obi-Wan acted now, though Bane wouldn’t see it that way.
Nor would the Council. Obi-Wan was disobeying them again in regard to the bounty hunter, and now in regard to the artifact. The Council would want it in their custody, to study it or lock it away. He couldn’t trust that his fellow Masters would understand that such measures wouldn’t be enough.
Not if Bane was going to get better. And Obi-Wan suspected that argument would move no one other than himself.