(no subject)

[beardstrokes]

Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Broadcast: Text
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 30th

A: TEXT

I think it's time I retire from teaching for a while.

I don't suppose anyone knows a decent way to pass the time?

B: ACTION

[ When Stefan announced the prayer room, a quiet place for meditation, Obi-Wan had been thrilled. While he enjoyed and cared for the Huntress, quiet is not something they are known for. After talking to Anakin, he knew he was in dire need of quiet and inner peace

He does not regret ( he can not regret )

And yet.

In a way he had envisioned as a child, it had always been Master and Padawan, together. Even when separate, they fought together, learned together, believed in each other. But Qui-Gon died all too soon, and for so long, Obi-Wan threw his hands up against tradition. When Yoda told him to be Anakin's master, he chose to be Anakin's friend. He did not caution against attachment, only warned where it might lead.

He breathes heavily, his legs folded on the mat. It's not working. The Force is still too quiet, too alien at this moment. It doesn't understand his sorrow.

Obi-Wan chuckles, opening his eyes and pushing his hair back. It should be used to that by now.

Looking down at his hands, he's quiet when he speaks. ]

Please help me.

Comments

Re: Text

[beardstrokes]

I thought you saw me as having hidden depths.

[onlyanapple]

Hence the disappointed at the boringness.

Suppose if spirituality is what you really want, there's a faith centre on the Iskaulit. I tend to avoid it myself, place give me a tension headache.

[beardstrokes]

I did tell you I was boring. It's hardly my fault you chose not to listen.

I'll consider it. The Huntress is a lovely ship, but rarely quiet.

[onlyanapple]

I thought you were being funny. Ah well.

There's a library on there, too. That tends to be quiet. Otherwise, not so much on the quiet front.

[beardstrokes]

I can be funny and truthful. It's not a conundrum.

That's all right. Considering the influx of people of late, I'm not too surprised.

[onlyanapple]

Seems you can, how about that.

That's something that's very weird, honestly. By now Atroma would have just made a couple new SS ships.

[beardstrokes]

They have frozen the credit line to us. Perhaps they're suffering from financial difficulties of their own. An expedition of this size and continually growing. . . either they're not all in accord or something has happened that we cannot account for.

[onlyanapple]

Well, that's a worrying thought. Makes sense, though. Who knows, maybe they'll be cancelled and we can all get out of here.

...Or rot here forever too, I guess. That's a possibility.

[beardstrokes]

No space journey could last forever. I'm sure there is an end in sight. We simply do not know what it is.

[onlyanapple]

Could be years before we reach that end.

[beardstrokes]

Perhaps. But I do not think it will.

[onlyanapple]

Lot of space out there.

[beardstrokes]

Even in a wide galaxy, you can run out of places to go to.

[onlyanapple]

Really? So we'll just start repeating ourselves?

[beardstrokes]

Not necessarily. I suppose the possibility exists, but it seems rather limited. Many other options, I'm sure, are open to us and will prevail the longer we go on until we manage to overthrow the Atroma.

[onlyanapple]

Awfully optimistic of you.

[beardstrokes]

Really? I'm hardly that.

[onlyanapple]

Maybe that's not the right word. Hopeful? Yeah. Hopeful works.

[beardstrokes]

I don't think I can lose hope. It means giving up.

[onlyanapple]

And letting Atroma win.

[beardstrokes]

We can't allow that to happen. It's stating the obvious, but it is true, nevertheless.

[onlyanapple]

Even I have to agree with that one. Fuckers need to be taught some manners.

[beardstrokes]

Language aside, I do agree.

[onlyanapple]

[Ugh, he really IS just like the angel. ]

They talked to us once, you know.

[beardstrokes]

[ Sorry, bro. ]

They did? What did they say?