these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

Comments

[beardstrokes]

I'm sure they do, though they might not know it. The Force is all around us. You have it too, though you do not know how to use it.

Those of us, who are sensitive enough, can manipulate it to suit our purposes.

[scrubscrub]

[Wait a second! Huh?

She shakes her head fervently.]

Oh, no Mr. Obi-wan! I don't think I would have something like that...!

[Just look at me; I'm not good material for anything magical.]

[beardstrokes]

[ He chuckles lightly. ]

Not to worry. I have my hands full with my old pupils as it is. I'm simply pointing out that the potential exists in everyone.

[scrubscrub]

[O-OH NO, HE GOT THE WRONG IDEA

DON'T PANIC, KOALA!!]

Oh, of course not, Mr. Obi-Wan, sir! I would never even entertain the idea, sir!

It's just that... I don't see how something like that could exist in someone like me.

[beardstrokes]

It's not so much as that . . . [ She's not Force-sensitive and past the age. ]

Well, it's like breathing. Just existing means you are part of the Force.

[scrubscrub]

I see...

[... no she doesn't]

Are there a lot of people who can do what you do?

[beardstrokes]

[ He smiles, wistful. ]

There are. There's an entire order of people like myself, who serve and defend others in need, using the Force.

[ And they're all apparently dead, but let's leave that out. ]

[scrubscrub]

[She smiles a bit more genuinely.

That does sound nice...]

I wish my world had more people like that.

[beardstrokes]

I wish that for all worlds. If people could help each other more . . . perhaps so much that is bad would not come to pass.

[ Maybe. He's not sure he believes it, but the hope stays. ]

[scrubscrub]

[Koala nods.]

Maybe someday. I hope before I die! I'd like to see it.

[beardstrokes]

So would I.

[ But his expression lapses into melancholy. ]

[scrubscrub]

... A-ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you.

I should be more careful.

[beardstrokes]

[ He waves it off. ]

It's not you. I'm simply . . . dwelling on other matters. My apologies.

[scrubscrub]

It's okay! I don't mind. I'm just not used to, um... talking to people so casually! I only speak with pirates lately...

I don't know if I'm doing well or not.

[beardstrokes]

Well, there's a way of knowing. Do you feel like you're in trouble?

[scrubscrub]

[She rubs her arm, anxious.]

I wish I could tell, sir.

You... haven't hit me, so I don't think I am.

[beardstrokes]

Then I think that shows you're doing fine.

[ There's little else he can do to confirm it. But step by step . . . perhaps. Obi-Wan still remembers how his slavery was handled. He wasn't punished . . . but people around him were. ]

[scrubscrub]

[She nods, and then smiles wide.]

That's good then! I'll keep — trying! To learn how to know.

But I, um... I need to go check on the clothes lines! I'm sorry for interrupting your floating.

[beardstrokes]

Not at all.

[ He waves her off. ] May the Force be with you.