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

[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.