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[beardstrokes]

Who: Itty Bitty Obi-Wan + You
Broadcast: Y
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now

[ Video ]

[ The feed shakes for a few minutes before it centers on a young thirteen year old boy. He has the trademark padawan braid and robes as he sits on his knees in front of the camera. His expression is quiet and muted, though it seems like he hasn't had much sleep. His eyes are red-rimmed and tired. ]

Hello. If you could tell me if this ship is heading to Coruscant, I would be grateful. If not, I'd be happy to earn my way there through any duties you deem necessary.

[ He hesitates, pausing for far too long, biting on his lip. ] And if you -- you have seen Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn.

Thank you.

[ Action ]

[ Obi-Wan weaves himself through the ship, his shoulders hunched and his saber in a tight white-knuckled grip. Surely Qui-Gon wouldn't have left him here . . . not after coming back. Not after their discussion.

Then again, what rights did Obi-Wan even possess?

He tugs the hood over his face and keeps a wary eye on everyone who came close. This was a strange vessel and their responses got even more confusing. Best to keep to himself until he got to Coruscant. ]

Comments

[pneumo]

Eh?? But... [ YOU MADE HIM BLIND, TAKE RESPONSIBILITY. ]

Are you new? [ See look at him, he's standing up while keeping close to the wall and everything and having to hold an arm out to make sure he doesn't hit anything when he tries to shuffle forward. ]

[beardstrokes]

New? To the ship?

[ He nods warily. ] I suppose I am.

[pneumo]

Haha, I thought so! You smell really familiar, but there's no way I'd forget a scent once I've got it~ And, you know. You're really short.

[beardstrokes]

[ He scowls. ]

I'm not short. What do you want anyway?

[pneumo]

Well I wanted to say 'hi' and come over to see you, but....


I kind of can't see anything right now.

[beardstrokes]

Why do you want to see me anyway?

[pneumo]

Well....'cause. Why wouldn't I?

[ Can you imagine talking to a disembodied voice Anakin?? ]

[beardstrokes]

We don't know each other. There's no reason for it.

[ What is this logic?? ]

[pneumo]

Oh--well, I'm Sascha! It's nice to meet you. [ Blinding headache and burnt retinas aside. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He hesitates. ]

Obi-Wan.

[pneumo]

.............Huh?? [ Please tell him he heard that correctly ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan looks at him, dead-pan ]

It's Obi-Wan.

[pneumo]

.....But. You're tiny. [ Sascha stops where he is, halfway to mini-wan Kenobi, his expression incredulous. ]

[beardstrokes]

I'm not tiny.

[ He looks up to him balefully. ]

[pneumo]

Yes you are! You're supposed to be at least this high! And not a kid. [ Sascha holds a hand up to indicate big!boy-wan kenobi's approximate height, which is probably off by a few inches anyway. ] And you have a beard!

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan just stares at him flatly. ]

[pneumo]

[ And Sascha stares back at his approximate location. ]

......It's true! Obi-wan has a super-powerful beard, and a soft jacket, and he smells way older than you!

[beardstrokes]

Well, I'm Obi-Wan and I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ And you are insane. ]

[pneumo]

[ No!!! ]

Did you shrink or something? [ Like...in the wash ]

[beardstrokes]

People don't shrink.

[pneumo]

Well then how did you get so little??

[beardstrokes]

This is how I am. This is how I've always been. You're not making any sense.

[pneumo]

Neither are you! [ Uuuugh, if only he could see. Sascha gropes around with his hand as he starts moving forwards again. ]

You're supposed to be all grown-up and super-sweet, not little and grumpy!

[beardstrokes]

I'm not -- [ He cuts himself off. ] Do you want something? If not, I'm going to leave.

[pneumo]

No, don't...!