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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

[nerdeology]

No, you, ah. Don't seem especially bothered by any of this.

[Well, he did say he'd been traveling the galaxy for a long time.]

The augment is supposed to give you knowledge about your duties on the ship, as well as basic information about our situation here. I can't say that it works perfectly, though. I was plenty confused when I arrived.

[beardstrokes]

The last kidnapping was worse. They had shock collars on.

[nerdeology]

...I'm assuming that's as bad as it sounds.

[He's never heard of that before, but yikes, that name.]

[beardstrokes]

[ He nods. ]

Thankfully, I wasn't there for very long.

[nerdeology]

That's... good, yes. And I imagine you'll find this place more tolerable. Besides our lack of freedom to leave the fleet, we can more or less do as we please.

[beardstrokes]

Except . . . leaving? They don't want us to do anything else?

[nerdeology]

They want us to be entertaining. But they don't force us to do anything specific, generally.

[beardstrokes]

That seems strangely tame.

[nerdeology]

I don't disagree with you on that, but I prefer it over the alternative, all the same.

[beardstrokes]

What's the alternative?

[nerdeology]

Anything worse, really. I've heard some stories about the kinds of places other people have been trapped, and now I have yours to add to the list, as well.

[He lacks the experiences, but he has imagination to make up for it. There's a lot he can imagine that would be worse than this.]

[beardstrokes]

My experiences weren't that bad. I'm a Jedi. I can handle them.

[nerdeology]

Handling it is one thing, but isn't it better if you don't have to?

[beardstrokes]

[ His brow creases in confusion. ]

But I'm a Jedi. It's what I'm meant to do.

[nerdeology]

Unnecessarily suffer?

[Because that sounds dumb.]

[beardstrokes]

No. Rise to the occasion. We can handle more than other people. Don't we have a duty to help when that happens?

[nerdeology]

I can't comment on that, I barely know anything about Jedi. What I do know is that you'd be foolish to seek out pain when there's no reason for it.

Endure when you must, but enjoy when you don't have to. There's nothing wrong with that.

[beardstrokes]

It's hard to . . . enjoy anything right now.

[nerdeology]

...I'm sorry to hear that. I hope that at least you don't have to suffer in this place.

[beardstrokes]

I'm not -- I wasn't the one who suffered. I just . . . [ He turns his head away. ]

[nerdeology]

[Oh dear. That sounds equal parts upsetting and likely private, but he'd be a lousy friend if he didn't ask.]

What is it?

[beardstrokes]

She . . . someone died. I was there. If I had been a better Jedi, maybe it wouldn't have happened.

[nerdeology]

I'm sorry to hear that... you shouldn't blame yourself, though. Surely you did all you could.

[By what he knows of Obi-Wan, that's pretty likely.]

[beardstrokes]

I don't know. It doesn't feel like I did. I was right there. I . . . I had her in my arms. And she died anyway.

[nerdeology]

May I ask what happened?