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Who: Ahsoka + Obi-wan and YOU
Broadcast: No
Action: Planet-side
When: 10th of Jan

[ As promised, in a few days time, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan make their way to the markets. They dress warmly, Obi-Wan procuring a thick cloak for himself. It's hard to feel like a Jedi Master without one.

He watches as Ahsoka flits from stall to stall as he lingers behind her, to correct her on her "bargaining" technique. In a way, they resemble a teenager, saddled with a wiser all-knowing uncle. He strokes his beard in light amusement. This is probably what he needed right now, a reassessment of his priorities, the here and now. ]

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Haha. Relax. I know what I'm doing. Nothing's going to blow up, I promise.

Glad to hear it. [He takes a moment to find a wall to lean on because if Kanan is anything - it's a leaner.] So, are all the planets we visit this pleasant?

Truthfully? I don't know.

This is only the first one we've visited since I woke up here. Before that, we were just travelling in space for two months.

[Then, by way of explanation:] ... No hyperdrive.

[He cringes.] Power enough to grab us from another galaxy and they can't even manage hyperdrive? [A shake of the head.] I've met Stormtroopers with more sense than these guys.

Actually it makes perfect sense if you think about it from their perspective. Jumping to hyperspace makes for a pretty easy quick getaway. Taking it away is one less variable for them to worry about.

... Wait, "Stormtrooper"?

[Well, there was some logic in that. He might have agreed, but... well.]

... oh, right. They're after your time.

[Why does she have a bad feeling all of a sudden?]

... Did something happen to the Clone Troopers?

The war ended. They weren't going to keep making them forever.

[Thank the Force for that. Even having made his amends with Rex, he could not help but feel a loathing for the clones that had betrayed the Jedi Order - chips or no chips.]

... Oh. ... Right. Of course.

[She gets a funny look on her face-- like she isn't sure how to process that. Even knowing Kanan is from the future, even knowing logically that the war must and will end, even though Ahsoka's wished for nothing more than for it end, it's... weird. Weird to hear it out loud. Fully realised. The war really ends. No more war. No more clones.

Ahsoka suddenly realises she's been quiet slightly longer than is really polite.]

... Sorry. It's just... strange to hear about.

It's stranger living it.

[She hasn't asked, though. The future is such a tricky thing, though, if only because it's his past. He knows it must gnaw at her not to know, but it seems worse for Obi-Wan that he does.]

[Every hint she's gotten from Luke and Leia so far seems to bode ill. Ahsoka is precariously balanced on a knife's edge of both wanting to know and not at the same time.]

I can only imagine. You must be, what... [she sizes him up, comparing his apparent age to the year she got from Hera] twelve? Fourteen? In my time. Am I right?

Edited (iconnnn) 2016-01-14 04:41 (UTC)

Sounds about right. But don't get any ideas about lording your advanced age over me.

[The levity comes with a certain tightness not there before. He's not just using the words to lighten the mood, but to hide behind them instead.]

Well, technically, I am older than you...

Technically doesn't get you into cantinas.

Ugh. Pass. I've never been in one that wasn't stinky and noisy anyway.

It's not stench, Ahsoka. It's atmosphere.

[Ahsoka is still young, still fresh out of the Order, stuck in her old ways. Unlike the Ahsoka that Kanan knows, her naivete and privilege from living in the Temple so long are still apparent.]

Atmosphere for low-lives, maybe. I'll never understand why anyone even goes to those places. And I don't care what you say. Alcohol doesn't even taste good.

Trust me, you don't go there for the flavor. Not usually.

[Not that he was a heavy drinker, though in the past when he lived in a flophouse next to a cantina, well... it was hard passing up the free drinks while working for the owner.]