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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

[bythewaves]

Perhaps so! I suppose we will never know, unless you come to my world, eh? Perhaps you will, one day, and then you can tell me for certain.

[beardstrokes]

. . . Can I?

[bythewaves]

If ever you find your way to my world, I do not see why not?

[beardstrokes]

Then I'll do that someday. When I'm a full Jedi Knight.

[bythewaves]

I wil hope you can, then. [ Maglor smiles at him ] I suppose I will have to write a song for you, hm? THe traveller from the stars.

[beardstrokes]

Isn't that too much? Jedi aren't meant to accept credit.

[bythewaves]

Tis only a song, young one. [ He crooks an eyebrow at him ]

That sentiment is admirable, but I need not even use your name.

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan isn't sure how anything is only a song. He has only a distant admiration of the arts, never been close enough to fully experience it until now. ]

It's just -- I haven't really done anything to merit a song.

[bythewaves]

Perhaps, and perhaps not! And even if you have not done ought that you consider worthy, who is to say that others think the same? Or even that they will always think so?

[beardstrokes]

I guess so.

[ He mulls over it. ] I saved a planet. Ended a civil war. And uhm, saved someone from a mining ship.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor's eyebrows raise ]

Ah now, that sounds like a tale and a half there, youngling. And certainly worthy of song!

[beardstrokes]

I don't know. It still feels like boasting.

[bythewaves]

Oh? But tis not you singing, no?

[beardstrokes]

It's still someone singing about me.

[bythewaves]

Well I don't have to use your name, if you like.

[beardstrokes]

[ He considers this with utmost seriousness, his face scrunched up the way only a child would when faced with a dilemma. ]

That is acceptable.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor smiles fondly at the look and promises ]

Then I will sing of the brave young knight who adventured across the stars, and befriended those in need, but never left his name.

[beardstrokes]

[ He corrects automatically. ] Padawan.

[ Then he pauses, and realizes that's not quite right. ]

[bythewaves]

It will be easier to hide your identity if I use knight.

[ Maglor points out ] And you will be one, one day.

[beardstrokes]

[ He bites his lip. ]

Okay. Since it's a secret.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor smiles back ]

I will keep it so. [ He promises ] No one need ever know it was you, eh? But one day perhaps someone will sing it around folk who know you, and they might wonder why it is familiar.

[beardstrokes]

I -- That's okay. I can't stop someone from that.

[bythewaves]

No, that is true. But I think, youngling, if you go on being kind and brave, you might have other songs about you, one day.

[beardstrokes]

[ He nods. ]

Maybe someday . . .

end here?

[bythewaves]

Even so. [ Maglor smiles at him fondly ]