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Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi and You
Broadcast: Video
Action: Hospitality Deck - Marsiva
When: January 2nd

[ Obi-Wan is no stranger to waking up to unknown locations, but this seemed odd . . . even for him. He gropes for his lightsaber . . . which is gone, obviously. He huffs, before straightening himself and brushing his hair back. Communications . . . communications . . . ah, there it is.

A video feed. Somewhat archaic, but it'll do. He doubts anyone from the Republic will be nearby, but perhaps the locals will offer some aid. Obi-Wan clears his throat before speaking. It's time for his other skill set to come in use. ]

Greetings. My name is General Kenobi. To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing? And I don't suppose there is someone willing to answer my questions? Because I have a great deal many of them.

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You knew her quite a while.

[He speaks broadly, but the general outline matches Ahsoka's description.]

And what of--[there's a slight hitch as she makes herself say the name General Kenobi will recognize]--Anakin Skywalker?

[She did herself no favours in making clear to Ahsoka just how little love she had for Darth Vader. This time, she wants to obtain her information with a neutral face if she can.]

Your father knew her best.

[ And Bail, of course. Padme had many friends. Obi-Wan was one, but their duties rarely gave time to deepen it. He trusted her, believed in her . . . but he could not give Leia any rare glimpses of her mother.

Her father, though . . . ]

Your father . . . was impulsive. Brave. Had a lot of trouble listening to orders and plans, but he cared for people. His troops, the people he saved.

[ Ahsoka. Myself. Padme. There's no denying that, but voicing it is needless. ]

A powerful jedi, a good friend. I am -- have been fortunate to be his Master.

[ A poor master, at that. A substitute for someone greater. ]

[Even now, her first thought is of Bail, not Anakin. After a breath, she realizes her mistake, and her expression goes a little cooler.]

So I've heard.

[She listens to him, trying to picture a man bearing any of those traits. Her mind is too occupied by black gloves and mechanical wheezes to succeed. There's no strange, momentary glimpse of the man that was, the way there was when Ahsoka spoke of Vader's past.]

...Thank you for telling me about them.

[Bringing herself to speak of Vader specifically, without arousing more suspicion on General Kenobi's part, is beyond her at that moment.]

I imagine hearing does not do much justice.

[ He's aware of the impression Anakin gives, after all. ]

I imagine a lot could be same about Bail. I had worked with him. He's always put others first, no matter the cost.

[ Probably best to leave out all the bickering they did, too. ]

I appreciate learning more about them, General.

[MOSTLY PADME, let's be real here, but any information is valuable.

At the mention of Bail, she smiles, though it doesn't quite lighten her eyes.]

My father was committed to his ideals. It's one of the things I admired most about him.

Oh, he was committed. We learned a lot from each other, at the time. I was a little more reckless and he was a little more stern.

[ Then Wild Space. ]

Padme and Bail always had each other's support. In their line of work, friendships could always become clouded, but theirs remained clear.

I'm not surprised. [There's a warmth in her voice that wasn't nearly so present before, the polite princess-diplomat equivalent of a laugh.] His stories about your adventures left quite an impression on me.

[For the best, she's sure--if nothing else, she was left with the belief that General Kenobi was an incredibly capable Jedi.] Politics can be a lonely business. Their friendship must have been strong to survive it.

[ He coughs lightly. He had a bad feeling about what Bail told his daughter . . . ]

Padme and Bail inspired people. They almost made me believe in politics. But I believe the Senate was in good hands . . . when it was theirs.

[Tiny tomboy princesses like pirate attacks and stories of Wild Space, okay.

Leia takes a moment to find an appropriately neutral reply. Most of the things she can think to say will reveal all too much about the galaxy to come.]

We hope to carry on their legacy, in my time.

[ He rubs his chin lightly. ]

If I may ask, how do you plan on doing that?

You may ask...but I'm not sure I can answer.

[Believe her, General, she'd like to tell you all about it ~~and possibly get your opinion~~.]

When I was transported here, we had just won a major victory for peace within the galaxy. It wasn't on the Senate floor, but I think it's something my father would have been in favour of regardless.

[ That implies that a major upheaval took place. But what kind? ]

A victory for all time, I imagine. That is no easy feat.

That's my hope.

[She can't imagine what kind of despot could possibly come to rival the Emperor.]

It took years of work to come to this point. To be entirely honest with you, it's still difficult to believe.

Hope in the face of adversity always seems impossible at times.

[ In a way, Yoda's words had filled him with hope. ]

There were many times, during the War, that it seemed difficult to believe such scars could fade away.

The galaxy is much changed since then, but people willing to work to make it a better place can still make a difference.

[Which is to say, well, the scars of the past are still here, BUT. The Rebel Alliance stands on the shoulders of people like General Kenobi.]

That, I have never doubted. But it is still gratifying to hear.

[ Whether he succeeded or not, he has always believed others will succeed him. He's not interested in glory or being remembered. His will is the Will of the Force. ]

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