For the drabble thing: 34. Stars and 74. Are you challenging me? for Siri/Obi-Wan
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I belatedly realizedthat this may have been prompts for two drabbles, and ended up with one quadruple+ drabble instead WHOOPS.
After saying goodnight to their Padawans in a training area, Obi-Wan and Siri wandered into the dim star map room.
“Watching Anakin and Ferus do that cooperative exercise took me back,” Siri said, her face barely illuminated by the stars projected throughout the room. “It was right before our first mission together. I think they’re already doing better than us.”
“That’s not saying much,” Obi-Wan said. “Though if you and I did it over, I think I could destroy more seeker droids than you easily now.”
“Are you challenging me, Obi-Wan?” Siri smirked. “But of course, that’s not the point of a cooperation exercise. Is there a way to teach our Padawans teamwork without them getting trapped in a deranged school with brainwashed teachers?”
“Keep modeling it, I suppose,” Obi-Wan said. “That’s a start.”
“It’s too bad we work together so well. I’ve been hoping to go on a mission with a Knight that doesn’t wax poetic at every planet we go to,” Siri teased.
“You’d miss me too much. And besides, you love my lyrical poetry.”
Siri grinned. “I don’t know if I’d say ‘lyrical.’” She wandered the room, running a hand through the holographic stars. “But you’re right. Qui-Gon and Adi couldn’t make us learn how to work together, just give us opportunities and guidance until we figured it out.”
Sighing, Obi-Wan stared at a system of planets near the edge of the room. “Yes, but I don’t like…”
“Letting go?” Siri offered. “Letting them make mistakes? Not trying to control when they learn?”
Obi-Wan nodded.
“Me neither. But it’s part of being a master, I’ve found.”
“Sometimes ‘to let go of one’s pupil is the greater challenge.’” Obi-Wan said.
“Yeah.” Siri leaned against the back of a chair. “But it seems the galaxy they’re growing up in is darker than when we were Padawans. It’s been on my mind a lot lately.” She crossed her arms. “Honestly, I’m worried, Obi-Wan. For the galaxy and for the Jedi. I sense darkness coming, and quickly.”
“I sense it too,” Obi-Wan said softly. Silence fell on the room.
“I don’t want to go to bed yet,” Siri finally said. “I’m going to meditate on the upper balcony. See the real stars. Join me?” Her eyes asked him to say yes.
“Of course,” he said as he followed her out of the room. “The few lights that no darkness in the galaxy can ever snuff out.”
“My dear lyric poet, shut up.” Siri smiled and gave his hand a quick squeeze as they went for fresh air and peace.
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