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it's good to see you, [name]. i just wish it were under better circumstances. { sabé } @knbi
Sabé should be use to seeing ghosts, she thought she saw Padmé out of the corner of her eye all the time, in the end it never was her, and the ghosts of her past never spoke to her.
Until now, Sabé stared at the jedi dumbfounded for a moment before snapping out of it enough to speak.
"... Where have you been? I thought you were dead."
@knbi asked: i'm surprised to see this place is still standing.
Dooku is, to a degree, surprised as well: there had been too many droids, and too many civilians inside, and he had made it there in the nick of time.
So had the older Jedi, so had the many soldiers -he doesn't know they are clones, not just yet- that had come to their rescue, and relieved Dooku of the need to keep fighting with all the injuries he'd collected.
And truly, Dooku is a good duelist. He's still young, but he has proven his skill several times. He just favors Makashi over more defensive forms, however, and thus fighting against droids is far from his preference. Fighting so many droids, with so much fear behind him...
"It's what I could feasibly protect." He says, in the end. Standing up, more through sheer stubbornness than anything reasonable, releasing pain into the Force as he regards this Jedi -likely a Master- he doesn't know. "Jedi Knight Dooku." He introduces himself, nevertheless. And then, "Where did all those droids come from?"
And he doesn't hide the dislike in his voice as he looks at them, even more so because they did manage to injure him.
. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁. @knbi
It is not often for Casimir to be in crisis. These days he was handling it better than previous years. But when the past beckons you, one can't help but feel haunted. Undecided on how to address it, he carries on leaving it to simmer in the back of his mind. There was a client to meet, after all. Yet Tattooine had a scent that wouldn't let him forget that Nythra had managed to make contact with him. It seemed like all planetary dust was made of the same stardust that formed the galaxy as a whole. Whether in Wild Spice or on the opposite end of the Outer Rim. The dust smelled almost like home.
The money, however, was good. The cantina even better, since his client had paid for a round of drinks for the entire company tonight to celebrate. A few drinks would help take his mind off of rising concerns. "To the Crystal Priest!" the man had shouted, and everyone followed suit. Normally, Casimir wouldn't approve of being so blatantly recognized but it seemed the crowd would be his guard tonight. What was a little free advertisement anyhow?
He found himself relaying a few stories to those opting to share his table thereafter and into the night. When a kyber cluster exploded in one of the caverns he had been searching in and how he had to make a daring climb through the mountain to escape. The time he was cornered by a group of rebels who wanted pontite crystals to enhance their comms but refused to pay him unless he joined the cause... only for the Empire to arrest them while he managed to flee before being caught. Eventually, the excitement faded, as did the free drinks. Either he would stay for one more or make his way back to his ship to sleep off the buzz before leaving in the morning.
she had come to this planet by chance, as part of her exploration of the galaxy. tatooine had a sort of desolation that was familiar to her, even if it was not quite the same as dathomir. on her home planet, the dust blew over the genocide of her people. on tatooine, the sand drifted over a different sort of death, the kind that took years and years. she did not wish to linger here. and yet the force pulled at her. at first, she had thought it was cal, for he was the only jedi she had ever known. instead, she found herself face to face with a different man. ' the patterns of the force move in a familiar pattern around you. ' jedi she did not say, for she had learned how dangerous that word was.
@knbi
" welcome." breha organa, queen of alderaan clutches the tiny leia to her chest. the baby whines a little being roused from a much needed nap. big brown eyes lazer focused on obi wan. breha's force sensitive is minor. but even she can feel the intense aura that comes off the baby sometimes. leia is a special and well loved princess. it's more than anyone could have hoped for.
the empire has slaughtered the jedi. soon they will be reduced to relics. it's enough to make her weep. only breha's position keeps her safe the evils of the galactic empire. breha has the guards wait outside the room she brings him to. with a firm and concise. " leave us. "
it is only in when they left fully and she gets a good look at him does she truly take in his appearance. she supposes the war did a number on him. the loss of the jedi, had been so devastating even she had felt it through the force. she will forgive his scruffiness today. perhaps he's not expecting it. when she wraps the open arm around him pulling him in a hug. " master kenobi. i felt it. when everything happened. i still do. "
" if you wash your hands. you can hold her. though i doubt she'll be very sociable right now. she is very grumpy when she wakes up early. but i thought you'd like to meet her. " / @knbi asked for breha.
" i understand more than you think . " 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙳 @knbi
quite frankly, it was nothing short of a miracle that anakin managed to refrain from shooting obi-wan with a sideways glare. he knew better than to second guess — if not altogether doubt — his master. not out of a sense of blind obedience, but a trust that was born from experience. in his heart, anakin knew that while obi-wan’s knowledge and understanding was vast, he also knew that obi-wan was not omniscient. in a word, there were things that were just out of his grasp, whether he wanted to admit it or not. things like their current predicament, in particular: a simple mission where the two of them were tasked with retrieving an important piece of intel. intel that was used as a bargaining chip by the locals and ordered to get the jedi pair to rescue a group of loved ones from the hands of separatists.
❝ ah, ah, ah — is that arrogance i detect? ❞ clicking his tongue, anakin shook his head at the older man as if scolding him. ❝ not very becoming of a jedi. ❞
he knew — even right before he began to say it — that those words wouldn’t be received too warmly, despite their playful nature; they would be a nuisance; a headache. and maybe it was that same immaturity that anakin was advised against over the years, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy at the flicker of annoyance in his master’s eyes. after all, how many times had anakin himself been reprimanded for his displays of arrogance? his words were ironic, yes; but weren’t they also just a little bit funny?
rather than waiting for a laugh he knew would never come, anakin gave the older man a reassuring clap on his shoulder, and a small toothless smile to show that no harm was intended.
❝ regardless, i still think it’s better that we take them on their offer. even if they don’t have that intel that were looking for, ❞ he shrugged his shoulders, ❝ then at least we would have helped in rescuing innocent civilians from capture. that has to count for something, right? ❞
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❝obi-wan,❞ ahsoka started in a gentle voice, reaching out to grab his arm. ❝i heard about satine. i'm so... sorry.❞
anakin had told her all about what was going on. honestly, he hadn't had to tell her much — unbeknownst to anakin, ahsoka knew the signs of when two people LOVED each other. she'd seen it in anakin and padmé every day, and now... she'd seen it with obi-wan and satine.
❝if there's anything i can do for you, please... let me know.❞
@knbi asked: that was the worst lie i've ever heard.
"Was it?" Tarre sighs, and there is something cheerful in his tone. It's not forced. It's also not the most honest of his reactions, but he pushes through it with a shrug.
"What can I say. I have not been innocent for a long time, and I don't have it in me to be a mere bystander."
Of course, that is probably not very reassuring to a Jedi, when Tarre's attire is half beskar and half chain and the rest is leather, and he is not unaware of how often Mandalorians and bounty hunters tend to clash with those. It's still familiar.
"But I can tell you I mean you no harm, lest you are the one to threaten me first." He tells the other. "I like Jedi, as a rule: I don't take bounties on your people."
And he only took bounties at all because he still needed the credits to eat, while he figured out why he was in this time at all.
