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

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ When he was an adult, he found the singer. Now the child might come looking for a slightly different reason, perhaps? Maglor is working on soundproofing the room afforded him by the Personnel Augment, a place to practice and work on his compositions without bothering his shipmates - but for now, the door is open and the work hardly begun, for he is still learning his way around the unfamiliar tools and materials.

He sings as he works, a song of strong walls and white towers (of Gondolin, although he never saw his cousin's city, only heard the tales later), and if he spots Obi-Wan, he'll start to elaborate on it, painting the pictures for the young man of the people who lived in it, a story for him to listen to - the seven great gates, the tall king and his free-spirited sister, the seven captains of his guard, his beautiful daughter and his bright young grandson. ]

[ Obi-Wan stops nearby, still tense and wary, but listening. He's never heard music like this before, not even at the Temple. He lets the tune wash over him, leeching away his fear and newfound grief. ]

[ Maglor smiles to hear the way the little light nearby settles to listen, and he paints him a simple story, of the way the little grandson used to sail toy boats in the King's Fountain in the middle of the city while his grandfather tended to the duties of a king, with his Captains all in attendance to their little prince as playmates, ending with the sly suggestion that perhaps one of them might have pushed another into the fountain, causing the whole game to deteriorate into a water fight.

Finishing he looks up to see if he can spot his listener ]

Hello? Will you come out? I promise I do not bite.

[ Obi-Wan tenses but shuffles closer. ]

I didn't mean to -- disturb.

[ .........that face looks awfully familiar, as does the sound of that voice.

Maglor smiles at him invitingly and pats the spot beside him in silent question ]

You did not, youngling. As you can see, I am rather at a loss, myself, although I am enjoying the learning. What of yourself? Did I distract you from something of your own?

[ He sits down politely, placing his lightsaber on his lap. ]

No. I'm just . . . supposed to be here until it's time for me to return to Coruscant. That's what everyone says.

[ Strange, but Maglor only hums invitingly and nods ]

I see. Coruscant is your home, then? It must be strange to be away without knowing why. Will you tell me of it? I do not think I have ever heard of Coruscant.

Coruscant is just a planet. It's like . . . the whole planet is a city. Full of building and different kinds of people.

[ He looks down at his saber. ] I'm really going to the Jedi Temple there . . . to see if they'll let me back in.

That sounds very crowded! [ A whole planet???? ] I do not know if I could live in a place with so many buildings.

[ He follows his gze ]

Why would they not? You seem a very polite and plesant young man to me.

I left. And . . . a lot happened. I didn't listen to my Master.

Ah. [ He nods understandingly ]

I think 'not listening' is something we all do, from time to time! That you are willing to return, I think, speaks well of you, and shows a maturity of spirit that your Master should value.

I had to. Return. I didn't belong in . . . that place. And . . . there's nothing left for me there.

[ Cerasi was dead. Nield turned on him. He sacrificed everything for Melida/Daan and they couldn't accept him. ]

[ Maglor's eyes gentle in quiet sympathy ]

I am sorry. That is the hardest thing, to realise that the home for which you long is no longer yours. I wish you had not needed to learn that.

[ He digs his fingers into his knees. ]

No. That wasn't what was hard. What -- What was hard is -- is that she died. In my arms. I felt her go cold.

Oh youngling. [ Maglor reaches across to lay his hand across one of Obi-Wan's ]

I am so sorry - none should ever have to know that grief, especially not so young.

[ He shakes his head, furious tears prickling his eyes. ]

I was so close and I couldn't even stop it. If I had been more of a Jedi, I could have.

[ He moves to kneel before him, reaching up to brush away the tears ]

I do not know what the tale that brings you so much grief is, in full - but youngling, we cannot save everyone, and sometimes, no matter what we do, we cannot save even those closest to us. I am sure, you tried your best. And in the end, that is all any of us can do.

[ Obi-Wan knows this, deep down. It's an old lesson of the Jedi. There is no death, there is only the Force. But it does little to ease the knot of grief tied in his chest. ]

I . . . really liked her.

[ Maglor does not move from his position, listening quietly. He nods sadly ]

It always hurts more when it is someone dear to us. Would it help to speak of it?

I don't know. I told Master Qui-Gon because I had to.

And how did your master react?

Master Qui-Gon is a Jedi.

[ He didn't resent his Master. Or blame him. It is their way. ] He keeps his emotions under control.

Ah, I see - but I think he must have said something to you, no? Control does not mean they do not exist, after all - only that one must manage them appropriately.

He said . . . it wasn't my fault.

[ It was a difficult time. He knew Qui-Gon didn't trust him, didn't know what to do with him. Obi-Wan had lost his way. ]

[ A nod ] And does your master lie?

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