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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

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

[ The bearded man. That's what Sascha had said. And Ahsoka as well. ]

Is it safe here?

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[diplomacme]

[ That hurts her heart. A child saying that is one thing, but Obi-Wan, who is usually confident and assured, makes it even more poignant. ]

Yes, Obi-Wan. The door locks as well, if you want to lock it while you sleep.

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

[ He nods, looking down. ]

Thank you Ms. Padme.

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[diplomacme]

You can call me Padmé, if you want.

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[beardstrokes]

[ He hesitates before nodding. ]

Yes, M -- Padme.

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[diplomacme]

[ She smiles kindly. ]

Are you hungry? The protein paste is... well, it comes in a lot of flavors. But I can make something on the Heron.

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

[ He shakes his head, looking down. ]

I'm not hungry.

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[diplomacme]

[ She smiles gently, seeming to have expected that answer. ]

The offer stands, whenever you do get hungry. I promise it will be edible.

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[beardstrokes]

Eating isn't hard. I can eat anything.

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[diplomacme]

A common Jedi trait, I've found.

[ For a brief moment, her smile is tinged with sadness. Anakin ate anything he could as a child because he had no other choice. Ahsoka grew up on the front lines, probably eating rations when she had to.

But it's only a moment before her smile returns to normal. ]

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

I guess. I have an appetite. Nothing like Reeft though.

[ He likes to eat and he eats a lot. ]

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[diplomacme]

Who's Reeft?

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

He's a friend. Back in the Temple.

Re: action;

[diplomacme]

What's he like?

[ Padmé is employing the same tactic she used with Takeshi-- get him to talk about something familiar to set him at ease. ]

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

Quiet. He doesn't talk much but he listens very well. Reeft isn't like Garen and myself.

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[diplomacme]

Really? You seem like a good listener to me.

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

. . . I am?

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[diplomacme]

Yes. You have a trustworthy, attentive air about you. Nobody's ever said that?

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

[ Er. ]

No. . . . Why would anyone say that?

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[diplomacme]

[ Wryly: ] I suppose it is an odd thing to say.

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

[ He waits patiently for an explanation. ]

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[diplomacme]

Exactly. You know when to wait for an answer, instead of asking again. I interact with a lot of people from different backgrounds and worlds, and very few of them know when to wait.

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

[ He shrugs loosely. ]

I've had to pick it up. I worked in a council.

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[diplomacme]

[ That's a bit surprising. ]

I didn't realize the Jedi have more than one council.

Re: action;

[beardstrokes]

They don't. I was on the Council on Melida/Daan. Because I helped liberate it.