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Obi-Wan and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Life as a Jedi (insp.)
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duel of the fates beeeoeoooommm beooowwww pssssshhhhhhh beooommmbeeoowwwwwww lightsaber noises screaming ahhhhhhh the end ✍️✍️
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i was just talking to a qui-gon defender. so. here's my pre-prepared list of reasons I dislike him taken directly from the movie. if you wanna debate anything just keep it civil or whatever.
1. his padawan expresses that he feels something will go wrong on their mission (rightfully so, he's expresses this on several missions in the future after qui-gon dies and is right nearly every time). qui-gon immediately tells him to ignore his anxiety. obi-wan says that yoda told him to be mindful of these feelings (because they're Force feelings, not regular anxiety) and qui-gon says not to listen to yoda. (2 min into the movie)
2. suggests that him and his padawan split up after the people they were sent to negotiate with try to kill them and they realize they're about to walk right into in invasion (forgivable because obi-wan is 25-ish in this, but still) (7.5 min in)
3. acquired jarjar binks (~11 min in) and ignored him and left obi-wan to take care of/watch over him (this one's kinda of a joke)
4. didn't stop his padawan from scaring people into helping them with indirect threats to their safety (this just feels like kinda bad parenting so it's going on here, it happens multiple times)
5. makes his padawan (who hates driving/flying) pilot the transport they use to travel through the core of a planet. shows zero (0) concern when the local fauna decides they look like a tasty snack. (18 min in)
6. "don't worry. the force will guide us." they have no clue where to go. their transport lost power in the middle of a planet. they nearly died. (19 min in)
7. "my feelings tell me they will destroy you." his feelings/anxiety matter to him, but not his padawan's
8. "be wary. I sense a disturbance in the force." oh, you mean the one your padawan warned you about before everything went to osik? that disturbance that you told him not to worry about? okay. (30 min in)
9. rescues anakin (age 9) from slavery and then does not also rescue his mother shmi (this is not me being mad that the jedi haven't ended slavery, this is me being mad that he forced a little kid to leave his mother in slavery and expected the boy to be okay with that). also, only rescues anakin because he thinks anakin is the Chosen One instead of just wanting to get a child out of slavery.
10. places the date of their very important mission on the hope that a 9 year old will win a dangerous race that he hasn't won or even finished before. (~50 min in)
11. similar to the last one (same decision, different affect), enters anakin (age 9) into a very dangerous race and makes him compete for his own freedom. also, lies to him about being on tatooine to free slaves. (~50 min in)
12. takes some of the baby anakin's blood. lies to him about why he took it. never reveals the truth. (~50 min in)
13. dismisses shmi's concerns when she's scared about her 9 year old being in the Scary Dangerous Race that people have literally died participating in
14. "why do I sense we've picked up another pathetic life-firm?" quoth obi-wan, who was not informed that his master had acquired a child and he is about to be responsible for said child.
15. did not tell the child that he was going to be taken from his mother until he was actively leaving (1 hr 12 min)
16. runs back to the ship with anakin, but is a giant (6'4-6'7) and literally is like 10 feet in front of him
17. tells obi-wan (a 25 year old) that he "still has much to learn because obi-wan disagreed with him (asked him to listen to the council for once and follow the rules). (1 hr 29 min in)
18. tries to take Anakin as his padawan. when it's pointed out he already has a padawan (obi-wan), says that he's ready to be knighted. because he really doesn't truly care about his padawan at all evidently. says something about obi-wan being headstrong and still having something to learn, obi-wan looks embarrassed and ashamed. (1 hr 32 min)
19. claims that it's disrespect when the council and obi-wan say that Anakin is dangerous because of how strong he is in the force and how big his emotions and fear of losing people can be. (1 hr 35 min)
20. convinces his, say it with me, 25 Year Old Padawan that he was wrong for disagreeing with him on something. is (off-screen, but implied) cold towards him until obi-wan apologizes. (1 hr 38 min)
21. his last words before he dies are forcing his padawan (age 25) to take care of a 9 year old. never says he's proud of him, never says he's ready to be knighted. just forces him to take care of the child that qui-gon tried to replace him with. (didn't catch it because I'm cooking dinner)
*any cases of padawan endangerment are included because it's treated as normal and makes me feel like he would do the same to a child
Nothing hits me harder than realizing that in Star Wars, whatever is canon is whatever hurts Obi Wan Kenobi worse. Like please stop hurting this man. He’s already traumatized enough.
STAR WARS CHARACTER ENCYCLOPEDIA (2021) + Fun Facts:
Adi Gallia is respect for her powers of intuition.
Adi Gallia is a valuable intelligence source to Senate leaders, indicating some kind of diplomat to the Senate kind of relation.
Agen Kolar is known to strike first and ask questions later, he is also a valuable member of the Jedi High Council.
Agen is a master swordsmith, not just a highly skilled sword wielder, indicating there’s probably an entire Jedi discipline of sword-making?
“Anakin’s bond with his teacher, Obi-Wan Kenobi, is strong. They make a dynamic team in the Clone Wars.”
Barriss specialized in tandem fighting and used the Force to keep her actions perfectly in synch with her partner Luminara.
Coleman Trebor is the only known Vurk (from an ocean world) to have joined the Jedi Order.
Depa offers an ordered perspective to the wind-ranging minds of her fellow Jedi.
Jedi Master Mace Windu rescued Depa Billaba from space pirates who destroyed her parents. Eventually, Windu took Billaba as his Padawan. Over the years, they have developed a close bond.
“Kenobi has a healthy independent streak and truly formidable lightsaber skills.”
“The bond between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker is strong as they fight through the Clone Wars.”
Plo Koon, Saesee Tiin, and Obi-Wan Kenobi are considered great pilots of the Jedi.
Plo Koon is an awesome fighter and has strong telekinetic powers.
Saesee Tiin has more telepathic powers than most Jedi (who are closer to empathic than anything).
Torgruta Shaak Ti is one of the best Jedi fighters in group combat. Her hollow head montrals sense space ultrasonically, sharping her spacial awareness.
Stass Allie is a formidable warrior, but her talent for battlefield medicine is also impressive. These first-aid skills have saved the lives of troops under her command during the Clone Wars.
Stass Allie and Adi Gallia are cousins.
Yaddle trained Oppo Rancisis.
Yaddle has devoted a lot of time to scholarly interests, and spends much time in the Jedi Archives.
Yarael Poof has a mischievous side and enjoys playing mind tricks on colleagues.
Note: While this book was put out very recently, indicating an intention for these mentions to be canon, I would be careful of taking these as Hard Fact until they’ve appeared in an actual story somewhere (and sometimes they’re already wrong, 2019′s Master and Apprentice shows Qui-Gon was offered a seat on the Council, while this book says he wasn’t). But they are SUPER FUN details to help expand the world in the meantime!
How do we feel about time-travel fics where teenage Ahsoka crashes the Kenobi-Jinn Mandalore mission and, while Obi-Wan is having weird courtly love pining nonsense with Satine, Ahsoka herself has managed to hook up with Bo-Katan.
It was supposed to be an undercover thing where Ahsoka hunted out Death Watch! It’s not like they did more than make-out in a corner between training sessions. Mostly they got into really aggressive sparring flirtation and then had to be pulled apart by Pre!
Just. You know. Once Ahsoka leaves Mandalore and goes back to the Jedi she keeps getting weird, love-lorn letters and violent gifts, because apparently, saying she hates slavery and had a bad experience with the Queen of Zygerria in particular means getting a head in a box in the mail, because when Bo likes someone, she flirts via regicide.
19yo Pre is 17yo Bo’s unwilling accomplice in seducing a Jedi.
Ahsoka’s busy getting teased by Quinlan Vos and Garen Muln. This only gets put on hold when the gifts go from “cool knife” to “literal head of a head of state,” and the Temple has to deal with that. It’s not a fun time.
Obi-Wan would join in on the teasing, except, well, Satine.
Qui-Gon is a little disappointed in both of them but he accepts that, in an absurd way, Ahsoka’s admirer is assassinating her way to a better galaxy, so maybe the Force did will this.
The Jedi in Yoda’s vision of a world at peace say so much about who he is.
I plan on extensively yelling about Yoda’s visions in the immortality arc in the future, but for now please consider this.
Okay, getting this quick remark out of the way: it’s Katooni (the little Tholothian girl) who guides Yoda there. Children are a symbol of innocence, and what’s interesting is that Yoda takes her hand without hesitation after seeing all of the Jedi dead (and specifically Mace, Petro and Ahsoka). Throughout this scene here Yoda is the one asking questions and Katooni is the one answering - she speaks slowly and patiently, almost as if she’s talking to a youngling. –> The embodiment of wisdom manifested to Yoda (in a vision meant to tempt him through his dearest wishes) is a child. Talk about humility.
Now please pay attention to the Jedi in the background.
Here, the three Jedi right in the center of the set are Mace, Ahsoka and Petro - the exact three Jedi Yoda just saw dead and cried over (boy, s6 is so much fun, isn’t it?). So a significant part of Yoda’s deepest dreams is seeing other Jedi safe. He knows how to let go - that’s what this whole scene is about - but he still very much yearns for his fellow Jedi’s safety and happiness.
Onto the even sadder part: have you noticed what’s going on here? Younglings are playing around, and the older Jedi are all talking. Quinlan with Saesee Tiin, Tera Sinube with Gungi, Anakin with Aayla Secura, and Mace with Ahsoka. And not just talking, look at the gif above! Mace is openly laughing at whatever Ahsoka said.
And Ahsoka looks at him like this. (Again, this is right after Yoda’s vision of her dying, desperately asking how the Council could expel her.)
One of Yoda’s greatest hopes is seeing Ahsoka happy with her fellow Jedi, at ease with the embodiment of authority that is Mace.
Yoda loves Mace - he’s the first person he reaches for in the vision of the devastated Temple - and he loves Ahsoka, and part of his greatest temptation? Is to see the rift between the lost child of the Order and its Head healed.
Same thing with Quinlan - the known loose cannon - and Saesee - another Council member. And Tera Sinube is an elder Jedi, talking to a youngling. And Aayla is “just” a Knight, almost a random one, and Anakin is chatting with her.
This follows a pattern: the rogue and the conventional, the very old and the very young, the common and the extraordinary - each pair shows opposites enjoying each other’s company, differences embraced.
(Anakin talking to Aayla instead of sticking to Obi-Wan’s side like he does in the real world is especially interesting - he’s part of the community here, not ostracizing himself like he tends to do. Again, for this to be part of Yoda’s great temptation says so much about how caring he is. He wants Anakin to belong, more than anything.)
And finally, we get this:
(I couldn’t make this part into a gif because of technical reasons, so enjoy the beautiful family picture.)
Once again we find that central theme of healing and wholeness. This part is what convinces Yoda to briefly let go of his (well-founded) doubts and to embrace the vision. It’s his biggest, greatest, deepest desire. The one that could have made him abandon reality itself to stay in this idyllic dream. It’s his unbroken lineage, happy, in the light.
Yoda just wanted them all to be a family. Obi-Wan clearly adores Dooku in this scene (check it out, his awestruck look is amazing), their body language is incredibly warm and open, and they are completely at ease with each other and delighted to be sharing stories. It just screams domestic life.
And that’s it, that’s all Yoda ever wanted. For the young and the old to be content together, a community bathed in light, the gardens filled with the sound of windchimes and the laughter of children. He just wanted to have his family alive and safe and smiling.
. . .
Dammit, I love this frog grandpa so much *sobs*
Knight Dooku and his ten-year-old Padawan Rael Averross travel to Oleracia, a planet in the Outer Rim, to bring home a Force-sensitive child.
Read the fic here!
The muse came to me. Who was I to say no?
Dooku at the Opera: A Lineage Tale (A Comedy in 3 Acts)
Featuring: Yan Dooku, Rael Averross, Qui-gon Jinn, and Obi-wan Kenobi
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“Here, take this.”
A dented, silver flask was thrust into Qui-gon’s inner pocket, the weight of the object throwing his deep brown dress robe off-kilter.
“Rael!” Qui-gon hissed, trying to fish the object from his voluminous, velvet-trimmed outwear. By the Force, he hated wearing this thing. “I’m not - “ The fabric tangled, wrapping around Qui-gon’s arm - once, twice - somehow pinning his limb immobile against his side.
Rael Averross tossed his head back and laughed for a good minute, leaving a scowling Qui-gon half-bound, trapped in the finest Jedi robes the Temple had to offer. Chuckling, he stepped forward to help Qui-gon unfurl from his self-made prison. “Just trust me, kid. You’re gonna need it.”
“I’m not sneaking Rodian liquor into the Coruscant Opera with Master Dooku at my side. He’ll flay me alive if catches me!” Qui-gon shuddered, testing out his freed arm.
“I’m not asking you to drink it,” Rael cocked his head with a small sigh. “That stuff would strip the paint off the side of a Grellan nightclub.”
“Oh, that’s a relief,” Qui-gon snapped, rolling his eyes. He didn’t want to know how Rael had such intimate knowledge of the infamous Grellan nightclubs.
“All I’m saying, kid,” Rael’s voice softened as he wrapped an arm around Qui-gon’s bony shoulders, leading him to the full-length mirror standing in the corner of his and Dooku’s shared quarters. “Is that Master Dooku has probably forgotten about about this particular escape tactic.” Rael put a finger to his chin, glancing to the ceiling in thought. “It was twelve years ago.”
Qui-gon frowned, his own confused expression staring back at him in the polished glass. The boy - man - seemed a stranger, wrapped in a long, velvet-trimmed robe, his tunics a darker shade of his customary beige, pressed, absent the usual dark soil spots and off-green streaks that so infuriated his Master. He looked…well, respectable.
He was fifteen now, had been Master Dooku’s Padawan for just over three years. He had also had the dubious honor of keeping Rael Averross’s occasional company for almost as long.
“Rael, it’s the opera, not the Citadel. Why do I need an escape tactic?” Qui-gon gestured with the flask in his hand, liquid sloshing against its container. “And if I’m not to drink this, then what in Nine Corellian Hells am I supposed to do with it?”
“I don’t know, kid, you’re a Jedi. You’ll figure it out,” Rael shrugged, pushing wavy black hair from his face. He cocked a crooked smile in Qui-gon’s direction, ruffling his short, spiky hair.
“Make your exit after the first intermission, but not too close to the start of the second act. Did that one too many times and Dooku’s cottoned on to it.” Rael began to push Qui-gon towards the door, ignoring the boy’s stammered protests. “Now get outta here before he gets suspicious.”
Qui-gon gaped from the other side of the threshold. “Rael!”
But the door only closed with a final whoosh, leaving a very confused Qui-gon Jinn in an empty Temple corridor, battered container of Rodian gin in hand.
What in the galaxy was that all about? It was the opera. Not just opera, but a Serennian opera. Truth be told, Qui-gon wasn’t much one for the more prestigious arts, not like his Master was, at least. But he had learned to keep those opinions secret after spending two weeks dusting and reorganizing Master Dooku’s extensive holoart book collection, a consequence of expressing his opinion at an exhibition of Tuerrilian landscapes that all the paintings “looked like the same smashball field with the goalposts removed.”
But this would be different, this wouldn’t be a bunch of boring green lawns perched atop various boring curved, silver architectures. This was a story about Serenno. Yes, with large-bodied, multiple-lipped Trellian singers in strange, pointed hats and all, but it was a way to get to know his Master better, learn something new about him, about his planet.
Behind Qui-gon, the door to Dooku’s quarters opened halfway. “Oh, and kid?” Rael called down the hall. “Say hi to Brigindia the Breadthful and Hagvor the Hu - “ Rael clicked his tongue, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks flushing. “Anyway, tell ’em Rael Averross sends his regards if you happen to leave by the stage door exit,” he finished, sly smile spreading across his face.
—-
Knock knock knock.
Rael looked up from his holobook, tapping the bookmark button as he glanced at his chrono.
Not bad, kid, he thought, giving his arms a long stretch before leaving the comfort of Dooku’s plush arm chair. He stopped in the pantry before answering the door, pouring two cups of cold, Nemishian tea.
“So you got out,” Rael said as greeting. “Record time, too.”
Qui-gon pushed past the older Jedi, a flurry of wrinkled fabric and frustration, the faint odor of burnt Ceylla wood drifting from his robes. He made a series of aborted half-circles, like a jittery, indecisive Lothcat before Rael took pity on him and led him to the sofa, pushing a glass of the Nemishian tea into his hand.
The young Jedi sat, unmoving, for a good minute, eyes wide as he seemed to replay every last event of the past three hours in excruciating detail. Rael took his own glass, downing half of it in one go, giving a satisfied smack of his lips. Dooku always did have better provisions than the Jedi commissary, a way of enticing wayward Padawans out of mealtime trouble and sometimes extracting an extra hour’s work out of them.
“It was terrible, Rael,” Qui-gon finally spoke, eyes still wide, voice somewhat haunted.
Rael laughed, slapping his thigh as he sat back in Dooku’s armchair, extending his legs long, his ankles crossed. “C’mon. It couldn’t have been that bad,” Rael teased. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Five of them, actually,” Qui-gon murmured, taking a sip of his tea. The drink seemed to restore some of the color to his pallid face. “Each with a thirty-minute aria.”
“Ah, The Fall of the House of Carellic.” Rael grinned. “A classic.”
Qui-gon’s eyes widened, as he nearly dropped his glass. “You mean he’s seen this one before?”
“It cycles in every seven years or so,” Rael answered. “I imagine at this point Master Dooku has it memorized.”
“But then why,” Qui-gon’s voice rose, “did he give me a three-hour running commentary of everything wrong with its portrayal of Serennian culture if he knows it so well?”
“That, my young friend,” Rael drawled, eyes tightening with barely restrained laughter. “Is all part of the experience. Now,” he leaned forward, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “How’d you escape?”
The corner of Qui-gon’s mouth quirked upwards. “Spilled your paint stripper on the mezzanine-level bar. Was a real shame everyone knows the Senator from Gorrusk likes to smoke indoors, although I think both his outfit and pride will recover from the mishap.“
“And being the dutiful Padawan you are,” Rael continued, grinning, “of course you volunteered to accompany the poor Senator to the on-site healer, ensuring your Master would not have his night interrupted.” Rael tutted. “It’s just a damned shame there was so much paperwork to fill out.”
Qui-gon raised his glass in Rael’s direction. “Takes forever, really.”
Rael nodded, raising his own glass in salute. “Not too shabby, kid.”
The two Jedi sat in contented silence for a few moments, the adrenaline rush of Qui-gon’s frantic escape finally waning, the younger man’s head slowly tilting downwards, his eyes closing. A minute later, Rael heard a soft snore emanate from the pile of tunics sprawled on the couch.
Chuckling, Rael stood, collecting both glasses, pulling Qui-gon’s long legs fully onto the couch, boots and all, covering him with a soft blanket plucked from a nearby closet. Dooku could snipe at Rael later for letting his Padawan desecrate his furniture in such a manner. He wouldn’t be back for at least another five hours anyway.
Qui-gon was going to be one of the good ones, Rael thought. Still needed to loosen up a little bit - Dooku had him scared to rights most of the time, but he’d learn soon enough that his old Master was just as much bark as bite - at least, most of the time.
Fifteen years and Dooku has never gotten anyone to sit through the entirety of one of those Force-forsaken circuses. Rael had never been sure why he insisted on the charade every year - Dooku had to know full well his Padawans were sneaking off. Hell, even the other Jedi Masters always seemed to find a polite excuse to avoid Dooku’s yearly invitations to the opera, Master Windu going as far as claiming he needed to “shave his head and was busy that night and all the other nights the act was in town.”
Force help all of us the day he finds some kid willing to sit through that schlop. They’d probably end up being more terrifying than Dooku himself.
—-
“Master,” Obi-wan Kenobi gave a series of gentle raps on the door to Qui-gon’s room.
Qui-gon peered his eyes open, squinting at the bright morning sun shining through the small gap in his curtains. Morning already?
“Obi-wan, come in,” Qui-gon groaned, voice still full of sleep. “How was the opera?” he asked, suddenly remembering where his Padawan had been last night, shuttled away in a familiar velvet-trimmed robe by his old Master.
Qui-gon felt a pang of disappointment. He had hoped his Padawan would come to him after making his escape, would share in his escapades with Qui-gon over a glass of Nemishian tea, that they would laugh like two younglings as he and Rael had every year until Qui-gon’s Knighting.
But like most other parts of their partnership, this, too, Obi-wan seemed to approach with cool, measured detachment.
Obi-wan brightened at the question, however, pulling out a crisp holoprogram from his robes. “It was delightful, Master! Master Dooku and I had a splendid time. He even treated me to a Drynarian spiced wine during the second intermission.”
Qui-gon gaped at his student, certain he had heard him incorrectly. His eyes flitted to the cover of the holoprogram - The Fall of the House of Carellic - emblazoned in regal Aurebesh and Serennian script.
“You - you stayed?”
Obi-wan furrowed his brow. “Of course, Master. Granted, the opera as a whole was a bit bloated, the singers past their prime - Brigindia the Breadthful’s range didn’t quite match up to her alias and Hagvor the Hu - “ Obi-wan hissed, his cheeks flushing red. “Well, Master Dooku said that wasn’t really his name, that it was a ‘improper moniker bestowed upon a great artist for base reasons.’ I didn’t ask after it, but he was alright, as tenors go.”
“But Padawan, the letter-opener I gave you - “ Qui-gon stammered. Not that he had expected Obi-wan to stab anybody with it in an attempt to escape the opera, far from it. But he had thought - Qui-gon let out a breath - hell, he didn’t know - maybe rip a curtain or sabotage some official’s clothing?
“Oh yes, that was quite useful Master, thank you,” Obi-wan beamed. “The packaging on those meiloorun pastries can rather difficult.”
Qui-gon nodded dumbly at his Padawan.
“Oh, before I forget, Master, this is for you, from Master Dooku.” Obi-wan held out a flimsi, folded in half, Qui-gon’s name printed in familiar, elegant script. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a shower and a short nap before the day begins.”
“Yes, yes, of course, Padawan,” Qui-gon said, distracted, not bothering to close the door as Obi-wan hopped out of the room.
With no small degree of trepidation, Qui-gon opened the note.
“Qui-gon -
I would like to thank you for allowing me to borrow your charge for the evening. It is rare to encounter a young mind with such intellect, curiosity, and, shall I say, an inherent sense of taste and propriety. I find myself wanting to repeat the experience, if Obi-wan (and you) should be open to it.
As for your letter-opener, I am disappointed that you would arm your student with such an unimaginative weapon. I would say that next year you should confer with Rael in the matter, but I do believe that will not be necessary, given Obi-wan’s sincere enthusiasm throughout the evening. Senator Rembran of Gorrusk sends his regards to you, as he does every year. Ever since the incident at the bar, he has been convinced of the Jedi’s importance in the Republic, so I must thank you for the unintended repercussion of your clumsy sabotage those years ago.
Brigindia and Hagvor also send their regards to Rael. I do hope you didn’t share the mortifying origins of Hagvor’s colorful moniker with your student. He has yet to encounter Rael Averross in person, and I would prefer he and Obi-wan to meet without any prurient preconceptions, as Rael is a good, if infuriating man. How he remains my former pupil is still one of the great mysteries of the galaxy.
Finally, I would like to extend an invitation for you to join me (and Obi-wan, again, if it is to be allowed) for next year’s production of The Sentinel’s Progress, which has not been staged in over a millenia. I am told it is a most inaccurate depiction of our ancient Serennian culture and I would be glad to share my thoughts with you and your Padawan. Of course, if you feel the need to come armed with a letter-opener, you need but slip the blade through Madame Tursky’s silver gown-train. Rumor has it she is most protective of her honor and can be seen hovering near the mezzanine-level bar like a drunken hawkbat at most intermissions.
Until then, Padawan. And may the Force be with you.
—Best Regards,
Yan Dooku”
he’s getting flashbacks
Awww, just found my old ink drawing of Qui-Gon Jinn. I can see all of my mistakes now, but stil love it.
I’ve decided to mash my two current hyper fixations together so I’m doing tarot cards as star was characters
I wish we got more interactions from these two…Dooku was right about the Jedi Order in the end. He would’ve made a great character if he didn’t turn to the dark side.
Stewjoni are ancient bioweapons. Designed to hunt darksiders Au
The first time the troops see Obi-wan drop his human facade is when he tears Pong Krells throat out with his teeth.
Obi-wan had been having an uneasy feeling about the other Jedi and had diverted to check in when he saw what the man was doing. Then felt the darkside dripping off the man.
He completely lost his composure. He didn't even try to use his saber. Just launched himself at Krell and tore into him.
In the end Obi-wan was standing there in a daze as he calmed down. Blood all over him.
The troopers that witnessed the scene are in shock. Too stunned to move.
Finally Waxer and Fives pull themselves together enough to approach.
"General Kenobi? Wha-" Waxer starts. Biting his tongue when the jedi snaps his head around to look at him.
His eyes are glowing. Not yellow. Waxer feels a blinding wave of relief at that. Not sith yellow. But blue, with a hint of green. Some of his freckles are glowing too. A strange bioluminesance that theyve never seen displayed before.
"Sir, you okay?" Fives gathers the courage to ask.
Obi-wan blinks. The dazed, almost feral, look in his eye fades. He swollows, then grimaces. Likely from the blood in his mouth. He clears his throat and opens his mouth to answer.
His teeth have changed. Now slightly longer and sharp.
"'M fine." The redhead rasps. Voice holding a hint of something guttural. "The men?"
Waxer glances back to the troops. They still havent moved, but they also seem to have relaxed a bit.
"Fine. Everyones fine. General, what happened just now?" Waxer asks.
The jedi makes an odd trilling noise. "Ah... I may have... Lost my control. I apologize for scaring you all."
Five snorts. "Scaring us? General that was the hottest kriffing thing ive ever seen!"
Waxer doesnt hesitate to punch the ARC trooper.
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“Even after six years on Bandomeer, Obi-Wan still harboured dreams of a jedi finding him here, realising a mistake had been made and taking him on as a padawan after all. It was a childish fantasy, but one he struggled to let go of.
What he did not expect, was Sith Lord Qui-Gon Jinn to find him instead, with a dangerous offer of his own.”