right as rain for obi-wan? feel like this is done a lot but he's a comfort character so I hope it's okay,,
right as rain: [Obi-Wan] says they’re fine right before collapsing. (from these prompts)
The room goes silent when the doors slide open.
It’s not until he’s made his way to the center of the room and taken a breath, closed his eyes and opened them again, that anyone speaks.
“Master Kenobi,” Yoda says quietly, “expecting you, we were not.”
“I just returned from a mission,” Obi-Wan says. His voice is low and monotone. “Is it not protocol to give a report as soon as possible?”
“A mission that was not assigned by the Council,” Mace contributes, regarding Obi-Wan firmly for a moment. He sees something in the younger Jedi, though, and his face immediately softens. “Your concern should be rest, my friend.”
Obi-Wan ignores him. “The situation on Mandalore is dire,” he begins, mechanically. “Anarchy has given way to Maul, and now he–”
“Master Kenobi,” Luminara speaks up, gently. “Please take time to rest and recover from your journey. We can reconvene tomorrow or in a few days.”
Obi-Wan’s head snaps toward her and his eyes flash. “Maul is not resting,” he growls.
Instead of looking taken aback, her face lengthens into one of compassion. Obi-Wan looks away, immediately.
“Aware, we are, of Maul’s movement on Mandalore,” Yoda says. “In discussion, the Council is, on a course of action.”
“Will you help them?” Obi-Wan asks, his voice ripping form his throat.
He sees Mace glance at Yoda. Then, he leans forward in his chair and clasps his hands over his knees.
“Obi-Wan,” he says. “You are in no state to have this conversation right now. You–”
“I’m fine.”
There’s a hesitation among the Council. Obi-Wan makes a point to look every one of them in the eyes. Dares each of them to be the first to tell him he’s anything but fine, completely fine.
The room is silent.
Then it turns upside down and fades to black as the heaviness in his heart moves to his head and the world goes dark.
Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s05e16 The Lawless, Family, Korkie Kryze is a Kenobi, Korkie Kryze Needs a Hug
Summary: Satine is dead and there was nothing Bo-Katan could do about it, and she needs to tell Korkie. An Aunt and a nephew who haven’t spent more than a day together are now all the immediate family each other has left.
Author’s Note: Happy Day 6 of Bo-Katan Week! Yeah, I just keep putting poor Bo-Katan in these heart wrenching situations. I can’t help it. She needs happiness, but my brain keeps churning out these. I was excited to write this as I love the thought of Korkie and Bo-Katan getting to know each other and developing a relationship, though unfortunately that all occurs after Satine, their connecting factor, is dead. Tragic from the beginning.
Warnings for loss and hurt
Tagging: @bokatanweek
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Bo-Katan watched the boy out of the corner of her eye. Korkie. Her nephew. Officially on his paperwork he was the son of one of her and Satine’s closest cousins and his wife. Unofficially, however, there was no way he was not Satine and Obi-Wan’s son.
Recognizing that Mandalore was a lost cause with the commandos she had, Bo had fled Sundari, leaving a few of her most trusted commandos to keep watch on Almec and Maul, though Maul had mysteriously disappeared. She’d left Korkie with some of her commandos on Kalevala when she’d gone back to Sundari to try to free Satine once again. She’d had high hopes for the Jedi when he’d shown up, but…it was not to be. Returning to Kalevala, Korkie was the first to greet her when she’d descended from her starfighter, his eyes filled with hope. She’d met them and shook her head and had tried to walk away, but Korkie jogged to keep up with her and grabbed her arm. Bo had almost growled and pulled her arm away.
“What happened? Auntie? Is she…?”
“She’s dead, Korkie.” Her words had been clipped and short, masking any emotion, and Korkie had stopped dead in his tracks.
“Dead?” she’d heard him say, and she had finally stopped and turned. “What…what happened?” Tears were filling his eyes, and Bo had clenched her jaw to keep any tears from forming in her own.
“Maul. He used her to bait Kenobi, then he killed her.”
“And you didn’t do anything?!” Korkie shouted, rage filling his eyes.
“There was nothing I could do Korkie! The throne room is designed to be impregnable.”
“You didn’t care about her at all! You just wanted to use her!”
“Don’t you dare tell me what I feel!” Bo had snapped back, striding back to Korkie and poking him in the chest with her finger. “You have no idea! No idea!”
Korkie had glared at her then turn and stormed off. Bo was shaking and to her shame she found she was way too close to crying. She’d stormed her way to Axe Woves, who’d she’d left in charge of the commandos she’d left behind, and demanded a report.
But now here she was, silently eating dinner, and she couldn’t help but stare at her nephew. His words had stung. When she was younger, Satine had been her world. She’d idolized her. After their parents had been murdered she and Satine had been separated, and she’d been scooped up by Death Watch. Her world had never been the same again. But in all that time, despite telling herself over and over that she hated Satine and her regime, she’d still loved her. Pre callously talking about killing her had cut her to the bone, but she’d gone along with it. She had hoped that maybe she could figure out a way to spare her sister. But in the end, Satine’s fate hadn’t even been in Pre’s hands.
She could see the tear tracks on Korkie’s face. He was off to the side, away from her other commandos, and his shoulders were hunched like he was trying to ward off a blow. Bo sighed and stood, walking over to him and sitting down on the log next to him.
“I’m sorry, Korkie.”
Korkie looked up and she could see more unshed tears in his eyes.
“No, I’m sorry Bo-Katan. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you.”
Bo bumped his shoulder with hers.
“We’re Kryzes. Lashing out is what we do best.”
That earned her at least a little smile.
“I can’t believe she’s gone,” Korkie said, his voice sounding so lost. “She’s been there for me for as long as I can remember.” He turned to Bo. “Were you two close?”
“When I was younger? Extremely. She was my big sister. She hung the moons and stars in the sky and I would have followed her anywhere.” Korkie smiled sadly at that.
“What happened?”
“The Civil War. And Death Watch.”
“Auntie,” Korkie began, his voice shaking, “Auntie wasn’t trying to destroy Mandalore. She was trying to make it better, safer.”
“And look where that got her,” Bo snapped and Korkie recoiled, though he gazed at her steadily. There was no way that Korkie was not Kenobi’s son.
“She wasn’t the one who attacked Mandalore with crime syndicates.”
Bo wanted to snap back at him, and she felt the heat of anger rising in her chest. What did he know? What did he know of what Death Watch was trying to do? They were protecting Mandalorian culture that had survived thousands of years. But she paused and glanced around at her commandos. Very few of them who were loyal to Mandalore and not Maul remained. Maul’s plans would strip Mandalore and destroy the planet better than Satine ever could have. Is this what Death Watch had led to? In her mind’s eye she saw the wasteland that was Mandalore’s landscape. Was warfare any better?
She glanced at him and noticed he didn’t have any food.
“Did you eat?”
“I’m not hungry,” he stated.
“You need to eat Korkie.”
“You’re not in charge of me, Bo-Katan.”
Bo opened her mouth to retort, her anger rising again, and bit back her reply. Standing she headed to where the food was being handed out and collected a ration and headed back to Korkie.
“Here. Eat.”
“I told you I’m not hungry.”
“Well, Satine would want you to eat. So eat.”
Korkie hesitantly took the ration and stared at it. With a sigh he slowly began eating, chewing for much longer than he needed.
“You need to swallow too.”
He glared at her, but swallowed. They sat in silence, Korkie slowly finishing his ration, both staring out into the gloomy darkness that was Kalevala in winter.
“This is the first time I’ve been off Mandalore since I was born,” Korkie said, and Bo looked at him. “Not quite what I was hoping for.”
“Kalevala isn’t exactly the prettiest planet.”
“That’s not what I meant.” They sat in silence again before Korkie once again broke it. “Did you know my parents?” he asked and Bo bit her inner lip. Every good lie had a grain of truth in it. Did she know the people who on his records were said to be his parents? Vaguely. She thinks she met them once when she was 6 when she had to go to their wedding. It was a very boring wedding. They seemed nice enough? Their deaths were one of the first of the Great Clan Wars. She remembered that. But Satine and Obi-Wan? Yes she knew them. Admittedly not very well, but she knew them.
“Yes,” she answered simply. “You remind me a lot of them,” she answered truthfully. He met her eyes and she saw the longing in his eyes. “You have your mother’s kindness and fire. And your father’s patience.”
“I wish I could have known them,” he said sadly and Bo’s heart softened for him. “Auntie Satine was the only family I had. The only family I really needed to be honest.”
“She was a good person,” Bo said, nodding. She glanced around and back to him. “You’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you like.” Korkie looked up at her.
“And if I don’t want to stay?”
“Then you don’t have to. But Korkie, those of us loyal to Mandalore, we’re a small lot.” A realization came to her like a knife to her gut. “We should stay together. Mandalorians are stronger together.”
“I’ll think about it,” Korkie said, and Bo nodded and stood, placing her hand on his shoulder. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but closed it. Instead she squeezed his shoulder and nodded at him, and he nodded back.
Walking away she had one thought. She’d failed Satine, but she wouldn’t fail Mandalore. Or Satine’s son.
