star wars is best in an animated format simply because they never have the budget for loose hair and that’s how you get tons of female characters with short/no hair
these are designs you just don’t get in live action or higher budget animation. not a beach wave in sight
Because all their loose hair budget was spent on that one loose strand of Obi Wan’s hair that defined my sexuality that gets animated in the later seasons.
I’ve been staring at this gif for ages and it’s so funny.
Maul is just showing off and does this completely unnecessary jump to back away, doesn’t bother to use the Force to open the doors but throws something at the controls.
AND FUCKING OBI-WAN KENOBI CASUALLY WALKS UP TO HIM, SWINGING HIS LIGHTSABER LIKE “YEAH I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP BITCH”
The longer I look at it the funnier it gets. He’s just not impressed at all lmao
So you’re telling me that, despite Cal Kestis infiltrating Fortress Inquisitorius five years prior by swimming up through an entrance point underwater, and managing to escape because water broke through the underwater tunnels, Obi Wan Kenobi managed to do the exact same thing,AND somehow they haven’t upped their security nor the structural integrity of their underwater hallways??? No wonder the empire didn’t last
Part 1/Part 2/ Words:1954 Cast of Characters: Young!Leia, Obi Wan Kenobi & Reader Summary:Obi Wan has arrived to rescue Leia and Reader, but the trio have a long way to go before they are returned safely to Alderaan.
Leia, ever vigilant in her effort to not leave you behind, had stopped running when you dropped her hand. She could tell from reading your body language, or maybe it was the force, that the man who held on to you wasn’t a threat. She approached slowly and stood behind you. Obi-Wan let go of your wrist. He wasn’t sure where to look.
The ten-year-old girl standing just barely beyond his grasp was so clearly Leia that it made his chest ache. Her hairstyle, though frizzing slightly from her travels was just the sort of fashionable thing a younger Padme would have worn. The scrunch of her brows and the cautious gaze she was assessing him with was all Anakin. That punch he’d taken to the gut? Well, that could have been either of them.
And you. Looking at you, it was as if no time had passed at all. Yes, your jedi robes had been replaced by garments of Alderaanian style. Your eyes looked just a little more tired and the faintest of wrinkles had begun to form on your features. But you were still so completely…you. Alderaan had been good to you. He could feel it in The Force.
With one arm protectively extended to shield Leia, you looked over Obi-Wan. You were searching for some sense of familiarity, but everything about him felt different. The twin suns of Tatooine had not been kind to your old friend. Aside from the tanning of his skin and the permanent lines etched into his face, the sand planet had taken Obi-Wan’s confidence, his trust.
The guilt washed over you in waves. While you’d been living comfortably on the Organa’s credits he’d been left alone, haunted by things you couldn’t imagine. You hadn’t even managed to keep a little girl safe. While he was carrying the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. As if the ghosts, the grief, and the isolation hadn’t been enough, he’d risked his own safety to chase after you.
Bail had to have been the one to contacted him. The Viceroy was the only person, other than you, who knew how to get in contact with Obi-Wan. He’d put himself at risk by leaving Tatooine, by exposing himself. Still he’d come. Bail had asked and he’d come. Because that’s who Obi-Wan was.
“Are you crying, [Y/N]?” Leia was the first to notice. You brought a hand to your cheek to find that yes, you were crying. When did that start? You wondered. You dried your eyes with the sleeve of your tunic.
“It’s okay.” You reach down and took Leia’s hand again. “We’re going to be okay now.” You promised. “Leia Organa, this is my very good friend…” You paused. You’d been living under pseudonym on Alderaan and assumed Obi-Wan would do the same. Even something as simple as changing your name might keep the Empire off your scent.
“Ben.” He introduced himself. “My name is Ben. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess.”
“How do you know I’m a princess?” Leia questioned suspiciously.
“Ben is also friends with your father. I’m guessing that’s how he was able to find us so quickly.” You looked to Obi-Wan for confirmation.
“Bail contacted me as soon as he realized you were missing. He was certain I was the only person who could ensure you were both returned safely to Alderaan.” He nodded. “He also, wanted to make sure you had this in case you needed it.”
It took most of your will power not to snatch the object held in Obi-Wan’s outstretched hands. Not weighing much more than a blaster, your lightsaber had been an extension of your own arms for so long. Beautifully carved with elegant swirls up and down its metal hilt, with leather wrappings for grips. Small coppery accents that had taken the longest to forge. It was a work of art.
“I’ve missed you old girl.” You whispered before accepting the saber and quickly tucking it away. Jedi were supposed treat their saber as a tool. They were not supposed to anthropomorphize them or assign a personality to them. But it was a new era and all the condescending nay-sayers were long gone. You were going to treat your lightsaber like the friend she’d always been to you.
“Is that a lightsaber?” Leia remarked just a little too loud for yours or Obi-Wan’s comfort. Out of habit you both shushed her. “Are you a jedi?”
“We’d better get moving.” Obi-Wan urged.
“There’s not time to explain right now.” You told her. “For now we’re going to do what Ob…Ben says.”
“Oh, so this is Obi-Wan.” Leia gave you a knowing smile.
“How did you…what have you told her about me?” He asked.
“We don’t have time. Have to move right?” You reminded him.
“Yes, very well. This way.” Obi-Wan sighed, agreeing under duress. You were right, you really didn’t have time right now. So he’d plan a lecture for the dangers of oversharing when you were safely on a transport off world. Instead he led you out of the storage facility and onto the streets. Even with a crowded street of eccentrically dressed off worlders you, Leia and Obi-Wan stood out.
“I don’t suppose you’ve got three changes of clothes with you under that robe yours.” You asked him.
“No, I don’t.” He answered a little gruff. “Just as I assumed you didn’t fill your pockets with any credits before getting kidnapped.”
“We’d certainly be in a better position if I had.” You sighed. “So what’s the plan?”
“Did my ears deceive me or did [Y/N] just suggest we have a plan?” Obi-Wan teased. It very strange after everything you’d been through for him to joke so easily. For the two of you to slip into familiar banter. Then again, it had always been easy with Obi-Wan.
“We need to change. Leia and I are overdressed for this place and you…have you been wearing the same robes for ten years?” You tilted your head to the side, pretending to assess his attire.
“I’ve changed them!” He countered defensively. “My cloak isn’t even the same shade of brown.” He adjusted his robes, disappointed you hadn’t noticed. “The shopping stalls are this way.” He remarked impatiently. “There’s a port on the other side of the city, we need to make it to the last transport.”
You and Leia browsed the first shopping stall you came upon. At first the princess protested at wearing the plain green cloak you selected for her. You reminded Leia that half the city was looking for you. You needed to blend in. She groaned but allowed you to wrap her in the green cloak jus the same. You stripped off your tunic behind a rack and quickly replaced it with a pale grey poncho. It had a roomy hood that could cover your face, and a hem that went past your waist which would hide your saber.
Leia had somehow managed to persuade Obi-Wan into purchasing a pair of gloves for her as well. Once the tab was paid you ushed the pair of them away from the stall. If you hadn’t the Princess may have charmed her new Uncle out of all his emergency credits.
“We’ll need a story.” You pointed out. The three of you walked together with Leia between you and Obi-Wan.
“Simple enough. We’re a family of farmers from Tawl.” Obi-Wan answered, it was clear he’d already been thinking of it. “You are my wife and Leia is out daughter.” It was silly, and all a lie of course, but hearing Obi-Wan call you his wife made your heart skip a beat.
“How come I’ve never seen your lightsaber before, [Y/N]?” Leia asked.
“Because it was hidden. If I were to carry it all the time it could get me in trouble. We talked about this in your studies.” You reminded her.
“Yes, but you said all the jedi are dead. You’re both still alive. What else have you lied to me about?” She wanted to know.
“Leia I’ve never lied to you. I said the Jedi were extinct which is true enough. Neither Obi-Wan nor I are Jedi anymore and we’re the last two left, as far as we know. As soon as we’re home, this lightsaber is going right back to your father and we’re both going to forget about it, is that clear?” Leia nodded.
“You’ve taught her about Jedi?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Only what the other children her age learn when talking about the Clone Wars. I’m sure you’ve had similar conversations with…your young student.” You had to remind yourself that it was still much too soon for Leia to know everything. You also weren’t exactly in the clear yet. The last thing you needed was for someone on Daiyu to hear that Luke Skywalker was safe and sound on Tatooine.
“I’m afraid my pupil and I don’t have quite the relationship that you have with yours.” Obi-Wan replied. There was a hint of sadness in his tone. Maybe even jealousy.
The three of you continued moving through the shopping area. You found an alley that appeared empty until a Bounty Hunter rushed forward out of it. You thanked the force for your reflexes as you were able to take the hunter down quietly. His bounty puck still had to be delt with since they sometimes contained trackers. You reached over and detached the puck from the Bounty Hunter’s wrist as Leia and Obi-Wan followed you into the alley. You tossed the puck to the ground about to step on it and reduce it to pieces.
“That’s going to be a problem.” You complained when you realized who the high prized bounty puck was for.
“What is it?” You felt Obi-Wan’s hand rest on your lower back as he looked over your shoulder, trying to see the puck. You tried not to focus on the touch. The alleyway was a little tight and he needed the extra support to balance on his toes. “Oh my! That’s quite a large sum of credits.”
“High treason.” You remarked, reading the bounty puck. “Who did you tick off on the wrong side of the galaxy?”
“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t rule your capture as unrelated just yet.” He sighed.
“You think someone sent those first Bounty Hunters to capture Leia as a way to lure you out?” You sucked in a breath. That was something you hadn’t considered. The idea that someone knew Obi-Wan was still alive and wanted him found badly enough they would place a bounty on him had your stomach turning. “You think they weren’t targeting the Organas at all.”
“I can’t be certain.” Obi-Wan reminded you. “Bail did inform me he’s put forward a fair amount of unpopular legislation as of late. He thought someone might be trying to force him into backing down. I was willing to consider alternative motivations.”
“You though someone was looking for you, but you came anyway?” You asked. You weren’t sure if you would’ve had the courage to do what Obi-Wan was claiming to have done.
“I know you would have.” Obi-Wan remarked. After reading you through The Force. It wasn’t like he was trying to pry into your mind. You just always seemed to be screaming your emotions to him through The Force. He stepped forward effectively crushing the Bounty puck.
“How can you be so sure of something that I’m not even sure of?” You asked.
“You would have come to rescue me for the same reason I’ve done for you and Leia.” He insisted.
“You were offered a large sum of republic credits?” You asked.
“I’d do anything to know you were safe.” He told you.
Part Two / Words: 1972 Cast of Characters: Young!Leia, Obi Wan Kenobi Summary: Reader is a former Jedi and friend to both Padmé Amidala & Anakin Skywalker. Following the death of Padmé, when it’s decided that twins Luke and Leia must be separated for their own safety, Obi Wan accompanies Like to Tatooine while Reader accompanied Leia to Alderaan. For the past decade Reader has been watching over the young princess disguised as a governess. Until something happens to put the two Jedi on a collision course with each other once again.
“Princess, don’t you think it’s time to come down from there?” You asked the ten-year-old who had effortlessly perched herself high in one of the trees near the edge of the palace grounds.
You didn’t ask how the princess managed to climb so high so quickly. You didn’t ask how she always seemed to know when to give into the whims of the adults around her and when press her luck. You didn’t ask because you knew the answer. Leia Organa was not just the crown princess of Alderaan. Someday, force willing, she would grow to be a great Jedi and a respected diplomat.
“Wouldn’t you much rather come up here?” Leia suggested. A playful whirl escaped the small droid hovered next to the princess’ head. LO-LA59, or Lola as she’d been nicknamed, was the closest companion the young girl had. A simple toy compared to complex inner workings of something like a pilot droid, but Lola would play games with Leia or could help perform simple tasks. She was good to have around.
Lola flapped the two panels on the back of her disk-shaped enclosure, waiting patiently for you to join the two of them in the tree. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for you to clamber up there and occupy a branch of your own. You’d been found up a tree on more than one occasion by each of Leia’s parents as it was usually the best way to get what you wanted in return from the princess. A little tit-for-tat exchange in hopes that some of your lessons may be taken in by your spirited young charge.
You’d become the governess of the Organa household a decade ago, on the exact day that Leia had been born. It was hard to believe ten years had passed already, everything had happened so quickly at first. Documents were forged. Transport ships and royal escorts were rushed from Coruscant to bring you both to your new home, Alderaan. Given the choice of planets for your exile, and you certainly hadn’t been given one, Alderaan truly wasn’t a bad one to end up on.
Free of any major or organized crime, the planet was practically Utopian. Off worlders were asked to check their weapons at the spaceport and despite the very recent ending of the Clone Wars, Alderaan was prosperous, thriving. Perhaps that was why no one had questioned where or how the Organas had been able to adopt a baby so quickly. Why no one had prodded too much into the paperwork claiming you to be a highly valued educator from Coruscant.
Settling into your new life hadn’t been easy. You hardly slept that first month, and even now you awoke with a start at the smallest creak of a floor panel. Long gone were the nights of deep meditative sleep you’d grown accustomed to at the temple. Alderaan may have been where you lived but it wasn’t your home. You’d leave, someday, when the time was right. For now, you had to do your part. So you squared your shoulders, inhaled a deep breath, and looked up at the princess and her hovering pet.
“Of course.” You agreed with her. “I’d like nothing more than to swing about from the trees with you Princess, but your parents are expecting us.”
“Just one more [Y/N], please?” Leia cast her eyes to the sky. She was watching the ships as they entered or exited the planet’s atmosphere. The expression on her face was too familiar for you to protest. It sent a pang of nostalgia right through you. While Bail had always been polite enough to feign a shared interest in ships for his daughter’s sake, she’d never know that her birth father had been one of the greatest pilots the galaxy had ever seen.
“A Tri-wing!” Leia remarked with excitement, pulling you out of your thoughts. “That’s a new one.” She looked down, hoping to steal more time away, but she knew her time was up. Sighing greatly, the princess working her way down from her perch. “It’s not like anyone would miss me if I wasn’t there.”
Despite her protests, Leia tried to behave the rest of the afternoon. You barely managed to get her changed and dressed properly before her mother’s family arrived from off world. Leia skidded to a halt alongside Bail and Breha just as the visiting transport arrived. She smiled her broadest smile and greeted her older cousin, Niano politely. He snubbed her, acting as if she weren’t there. To her credit, the future politician lifted her chin high appearing unbothered.
As always, you accompanied the royal family throughout their day. Most of which progressed without incident. Leia had been particularly impressive having made it several hours without even an attempt to sneak off. There was a reception celebrating the arrival of the foreign guests. At the reception, you and Leia once again found yourselves standing near her cousin. Things came to a head when Leia thanked a droid for bringing her a drink.
“You don’t need manners when you’re talking to a lower life form.” Niano balked at her.
“Then I guess I don’t need manners when I’m taking to you.” Leia commented back. You thanked the force that you hadn’t started to sip form your own drink yet, as you bit down on your lower lip, holding back a smile. Her tone had been so matter-of-fact and unbothered as if there were no other response to what her cousin had just said. Then again it hit you. For just a moment she wasn’t ten-year-old Leia Organa, but fourteen-year-old Queen Amidala.
“You know what the difference is between you and me, cousin?” Niano questioned, already a bite to his tone. “I know things. You know my father says they never let you leave this planet. They don’t want anybody to know about you because you’re not one of us. You’re not even a realOrgana.”
The word “real” had struck a nerve with you. What did this little son of a bantha know? His parents were egotistical, classist…You had to stop yourself mid-mental insult because Bail was staring you down across the room in a way you’d come to recognize as “Do something about her.” You hadn’t been listening to whatever insults Leia had thrown back at Niano, only catching her last words.
“I may not have seen much, cousin, but I can see that.” She turned away from him, reaching for her cup.
“Princess, perhaps we should get some fresh air?” You suggested firmly.
“I’m not sure why I’min trouble.” Leia pouted once the two of you were alone together walking outside. “You heard him, [Y/N]. He was being horrible!”
“Leia,” You sighed. Perhaps this is why you hadn’t been granted a Padawan learner of your own before. You’d never been one for grand speeches or following the rules. It was why you’d gotten along with her parents so well. You missed them both terribly. Rather than searching for words of wisdom from a Jedi Master, you tried to think of what Anakin or Padma might say to their daughter if they were there instead of you.
“You’re not going to like everyone you meet. Most days you don’t like me very much.” You said. “But we always find a way to work things out together.”
“That’s different.” She insisted. “You’re my teacher. You’re trying to teach me stuff.”
“Well, maybe this is just a different kind of lesson.” You suggested. “I’m not always going to be here to teach you things Leia. And there are a lot more people in the Galaxy like your cousin than there are people like me.”
“Is this the part where you tell me I have to apologize to him?” Leia asked.
“I think this is the part where I remind you that someday you’re going to rule this planet.” You turned to look at the city of Aldera, Alderaan’s capital, which was visible from the Royal Palace of Alderaan. “And although your mother, your father, and I can try to guide you, only you can decide what kind of leader you want to be.”
“I’ll apologize.” She mumbled. “But do we have to go back right away?” Leia’s eyes looked away from Aldera to the tree line just a few yards away. You smiled.
“Alright.Ten minutes. But in that time, you’d better draft the best apology Alderaan’s heard in a hundred years.” Leia had taken off towards the woods the second you’d give her permission. Not one to waste time, she’d darted off before you could follow. “You forgot rule number one!” You called after her, stepping into the woods. “Always stay where I can…”
Your blood turned to ice in your veins. You didn’t recognize the faces of the three beings before you, but from their attire and equipment you knew what their occupation was. Bounty Hunters. Someone had sent them to kidnap the Princess. Bounty Hunters wasn’t great news, but it did mean they weren’t here for you. They didn’t know about the potential power that Leia possessed or that you yourself were a fully trained Jedi Knight.
On reflex your dominant hand reached for a lightsaber that wasn’t there. You hadn’t worn the saber in a decade. You didn’t even know where it was. It had been given to Bail for safe keeping and was buried somewhere off the record. Still, Bounty Hunters could be reasoned with, paid off. While Leia squirmed in the arms of the green skinned Bounty Hunter, you tried to discern which of the remaining two was the leader.
“It’s been some time since we’ve had members of the guild on Alderaan.” You remarked. Trying to keep the conversation casual. “I’m not sure who’s sent you, but I can assure you taking this child would be a mistake. Why don’t you let her go and…”
“This doesn’t need to concern you.” One Bounty Hunter interrupted. He was wearing an orange and red dyed tuning with black trousers and a long black coat. He pointed his oversized blaster at you. You absently wondered how he managed to smuggle thaton world. “I’m guessing you work up at the palace. Big place like that might not notice one less employee.”
“No need to be so hostile.” You assured the leader, holding your hands up to show them you were unarmed. “I was merely suggesting you allow me to escort you inside to the palace where I’m sure my employers would happily pay you double what you’ve been offered. Maybe even triple.”
“Why should we believe you?” The third Bounty Hunter asked. “You think we’re just gonna walk into a trap?”
“I understand your hesitation. I suppose if I were you it would seem like a trap. How about this then, if it’s a ransom you’re after, take me instead.” You offered. “I’ve been under the Organa’s employ for years. I’m a member of the inner circle. They would pay heavily for my safe return.”
The three Bounty Hunters exchanged glances. You were genuine in your offer; you’d allow them to take you if it meant Leia got away freely. You’d deal with the minor detail of escaping afterwards. What you said had been true enough, you were a member of the Organa’s close household, but you doubted Breha or Bail would pay any sort of ransom for your safe return. Especially after you’d failed your one and only task, keep Leia safe.
“Alright.” The Lead hunter nodded at the third who stepped forward to bind your wrist. As you heard the click of the binders locking your wrist together, the Leader continued. “We’ll take you both.” You didn’t have time to argue as the stock end of his blaster connected with the back of your head, rendering you unconscious.
Words:1580 Cast of Characters: Obi-Wan x Reader Summary:Reader was a Knight at the Jedi Temple who managed to survive order 66. After years in hiding they’ve decided they are tired of hiding. Reader sets out to find more Jedi and stumbles across someone they’d never thought they’d see again.
This has to end. You hissed as you pulled on the yoke of your X-wing. Ever since the Clone Wars had ended, you’d been hopping from outer rim planet to outer rim planet trying to keep the Empire and Anakin…Darth Vader at bay. There were rumors, whispers only, that other Jedi had survived what was being called Order 66. An order given by the Emperor himself. With the majority of Jedi cut down in cold blood, all you could do was keep alive the hope that the rumors were true. Surely someone from the high council should have survived at least.
Your next destination, according to the force, was Dagobah. To the untrained eye, Dagobah wasn’t much of a place to call home. It was essentially an overgrown swampy planet covered almost entirely in lakes and lagoons. The planet also had it’s fill of dragon snakes, butcherbugs and a whole host of undesirable creatures. To your knowledge, Dagobah was also a planet with no civilized life forms. Though as Master Windu often reminded you, civilized was a relative term.
So to Dagobah you went and it was there that you found Master Yoda. While no one’s quarters at the temple had been the peak of luxury they were at the very least comfortable. It saddened you to see Master Yoda living in what was almost literally a hole in the ground. A small mud hut nestled between the gnarled roots of a tree, whose species you didn’t know.
“Surprised you found me I am not.” Yoda said as he tutted about preparing dinner for the two of you. “Attune to the living force you always have been.”
“I knew I couldn’t be the only one left.” You told him. “I was hiding for a long time, longer than I’m proud to admit. I’m tired of waiting. It’s been ten years, Master Yoda. Someone has to stand up to the Empire.”
“More time is needed [Y/N].” Yoda disagreed. “Underestimated the Emperor before the jedi did. Make the same mistake again, we must not.”
“I’m sorry, Master Yoda, I don’t mean to be impatient but…”
“For meditation and reflection, I came to Dagobah.” Yoda interrupted you. “If something more you seek, to Tatooine you should go.”
“Tatooine?” You repeated. “I’ve never been but it’s not far from here.” You mapped out a crude course in your mind. Tatooine was an outer rim planet much like Dagobah and in nearly the same sector of space. You could easily make a trip to Tatooine in a day or two. “What’s on Tatooine?” You asked as Yoda placed a bowl of stew in front of you.
“Not what,” Yoda shook his head. “But who.”
“You know of another Jedi that survived?” a feeling of guilt began to take hold of you. All this time you’d been hiding and waiting for someone else to find you and tell you what to do. You couldn’t help feeling you should have been doing more from the start.
“Sense your guilt I can.” Yoda said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Go to Tatooine you must.”
You and Yoda ate your diner in mostly silence. When you were finished, he offered you a warm dry place to rest your head. When the sun rose again on Dagobah you packed your things and thanked Master Yoda for his hospitality.
“See each other again I believe we will.” Yoda told you with confidence.
“I hope that you’re right.” You told him with a sad smile. “Are you going to at least tell me who survives on Tatooine?”
“Tell you I will not.” He answered firmly. “Risk others finding out we cannot.”
Even on a backwater planet like Tatooine a flashy fighter like an X-wing might garner some attention. Slightly out of your way, you overpaid to store your ship at a dock on a more inhabited planet. This gave you the freedom to board a commercial vessel under one of your many aliases. With no leads and hardly any information you walked the dusty streets of Mos Eisley, the major spaceport of Tatooine.
The only positive thing about traveling to a place like Tatooine, people often avoided asking questions. The scavengers, smugglers and various ne’er-do-wells that occupied the spaceport were more concerned with their own illegal activities to worry about the others around them. You drew your cloak over your face as dust swirled up the alley you were standing in. You studied the weathered clothing of the beings that passed you by. One thing was certain, you were farther from Coruscant than you’d ever been before.
You closed your eyes and tried to feel with The Force. A typical pupil of the Jedi Temple may be surprised to discover an outer rim dessert planet could have such life thriving within it. You were not the typical temple student. Your praise from Master Yoda had been heard earned. You’d built a strong relationship with the living Force during your studies. Just as every being had their own voice, tone, and dialect their signature in the Force was similarly identifiable.
You could say with certainty there was no Jedi signature at the Mos Eisley spaceport. Your search would have to continue elsewhere. You hadn’t expected your mission to be easy. If who you were seeking was another skilled Master like Yoda, they would have taken great care to conceal themselves. You rented a landspeeder at a price you knew to be a significant mark up. The credits were of no consequence to you.
A large span of dunes separated Mos Eisley from the next closest settlement, Anchorhead. But even as you intended to head for that settlement you felt yourself being pulled in another direction. So with the Force as your guide, you drove the speeder through uncharted dessert passing moisture farms and small settlements as you went. Again your human instincts were telling you to turn back. That there was nothing but danger ahead. The force continued to guide you forward to an area known by the Tatooinians as the Jundland Wastes.
The Jundland Wastes were a series of valleys buried under tall stone cliffsides. It was unbearably hot and dry. Hardly a living being in sight, none if you excluded the womp rats that scurried away with the first sound of the landspeeder’s repulsors nearing. You worried that for the first time you may not have heard the true will of the Force.
Until you saw it. The small stone hut with the dome roof had been built on a flat solid patch of rock. This was the place; you knew it on sight. This hut felt like home. It didn’t remind you of Coruscant where you lived most of your life. The temple on Coruscant brought up feelings of education, restraint, responsibility. This residence gave you more the feeling of home the way you imagined a family would come to think of one; Safe. Cozy. Familiar.
You knew just who was hiding on Tatooine and you’d never be able to thank the Force enough for bringing him back to you. It was an agonizing the speeder ride from the time you could visualize the hut in the distance to the point in the sand where it would be close enough to walk to the front door. You didn’t even need to make it to the door.
He was standing outside. The years away, or at least the reason behind them, had aged him harsher than you’d expected. His face was already showing worry lines and signs of wrinkles. His beard and mustache were streaked with grey hairs. The hair atop his head was longer than you’d seen it in some time, nearly shoulder length now. But his eyes, His blue eye sparked brighter than any of city lights of Coruscant.
“It’s about time, I was beginning to worry that you’d never come.” He remarked. You couldn’t speak. In all your time apart, all the time you’d spent hiding yourself or searching for other Jedi you hadn’t once even dared to hope that Obi-Wan might be among the surviving Jedi. He’d meant too much to you that the loss would have been too much to bear. Jedi weren’t meant to form attachments, but hell, you were breaking all the rules now anyway.
You jumped from the landspeeder not even bothering to power it down. You let your cloak fall to the sand as you ran. There was no need for formalities or pretense with Obi-Wan. You tossed yourself at him, which took him completely by surprise. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you hit the sand. He cradled you, softening the blow to the ground.
“Do you have any idea,” You panted when you’d finished tumbling. “How hard it was to find you?”
“No.” He confessed. “But I’m very glad you did.”
His arms were still wrapped around you, as if he weren’t quite sure you were real. It was possible you could be a mirage or some phantom of the force. He banished both ideas because he couldn’t just see you, he could feel you. He brushed a piece of wind-swept hair out of your face. Your cheeks flushed at the touch.
“Master Yoda said someone was coming and to be ready. I wanted it so badly to be you.” He confessed. Before you could ask how Obi-Wan had communicated with Yoda, who was lightyears away, you found yourself breathless again as Obi-Wan kissed you.
Words:1580 Cast of Characters: Obi-Wan x Reader Summary:Reader was a Knight at the Jedi Temple who managed to survive order 66. After years in hiding they’ve decided they are tired of hiding. Reader sets out to find more Jedi and stumbles across someone they’d never thought they’d see again.
This has to end. You hissed as you pulled on the yoke of your X-wing. Ever since the Clone Wars had ended, you’d been hopping from outer rim planet to outer rim planet trying to keep the Empire and Anakin…Darth Vader at bay. There were rumors, whispers only, that other Jedi had survived what was being called Order 66. An order given by the Emperor himself. With the majority of Jedi cut down in cold blood, all you could do was keep alive the hope that the rumors were true. Surely someone from the high council should have survived at least.
Your next destination, according to the force, was Dagobah. To the untrained eye, Dagobah wasn’t much of a place to call home. It was essentially an overgrown swampy planet covered almost entirely in lakes and lagoons. The planet also had it’s fill of dragon snakes, butcherbugs and a whole host of undesirable creatures. To your knowledge, Dagobah was also a planet with no civilized life forms. Though as Master Windu often reminded you, civilized was a relative term.
So to Dagobah you went and it was there that you found Master Yoda. While no one’s quarters at the temple had been the peak of luxury they were at the very least comfortable. It saddened you to see Master Yoda living in what was almost literally a hole in the ground. A small mud hut nestled between the gnarled roots of a tree, whose species you didn’t know.
“Surprised you found me I am not.” Yoda said as he tutted about preparing dinner for the two of you. “Attune to the living force you always have been.”
“I knew I couldn’t be the only one left.” You told him. “I was hiding for a long time, longer than I’m proud to admit. I’m tired of waiting. It’s been ten years, Master Yoda. Someone has to stand up to the Empire.”
“More time is needed [Y/N].” Yoda disagreed. “Underestimated the Emperor before the jedi did. Make the same mistake again, we must not.”
“I’m sorry, Master Yoda, I don’t mean to be impatient but…”
“For meditation and reflection, I came to Dagobah.” Yoda interrupted you. “If something more you seek, to Tatooine you should go.”
“Tatooine?” You repeated. “I’ve never been but it’s not far from here.” You mapped out a crude course in your mind. Tatooine was an outer rim planet much like Dagobah and in nearly the same sector of space. You could easily make a trip to Tatooine in a day or two. “What’s on Tatooine?” You asked as Yoda placed a bowl of stew in front of you.
“Not what,” Yoda shook his head. “But who.”
“You know of another Jedi that survived?” a feeling of guilt began to take hold of you. All this time you’d been hiding and waiting for someone else to find you and tell you what to do. You couldn’t help feeling you should have been doing more from the start.
“Sense your guilt I can.” Yoda said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Go to Tatooine you must.”
You and Yoda ate your diner in mostly silence. When you were finished, he offered you a warm dry place to rest your head. When the sun rose again on Dagobah you packed your things and thanked Master Yoda for his hospitality.
“See each other again I believe we will.” Yoda told you with confidence.
“I hope that you’re right.” You told him with a sad smile. “Are you going to at least tell me who survives on Tatooine?”
“Tell you I will not.” He answered firmly. “Risk others finding out we cannot.”
Even on a backwater planet like Tatooine a flashy fighter like an X-wing might garner some attention. Slightly out of your way, you overpaid to store your ship at a dock on a more inhabited planet. This gave you the freedom to board a commercial vessel under one of your many aliases. With no leads and hardly any information you walked the dusty streets of Mos Eisley, the major spaceport of Tatooine.
The only positive thing about traveling to a place like Tatooine, people often avoided asking questions. The scavengers, smugglers and various ne’er-do-wells that occupied the spaceport were more concerned with their own illegal activities to worry about the others around them. You drew your cloak over your face as dust swirled up the alley you were standing in. You studied the weathered clothing of the beings that passed you by. One thing was certain, you were farther from Coruscant than you’d ever been before.
You closed your eyes and tried to feel with The Force. A typical pupil of the Jedi Temple may be surprised to discover an outer rim dessert planet could have such life thriving within it. You were not the typical temple student. Your praise from Master Yoda had been heard earned. You’d built a strong relationship with the living Force during your studies. Just as every being had their own voice, tone, and dialect their signature in the Force was similarly identifiable.
You could say with certainty there was no Jedi signature at the Mos Eisley spaceport. Your search would have to continue elsewhere. You hadn’t expected your mission to be easy. If who you were seeking was another skilled Master like Yoda, they would have taken great care to conceal themselves. You rented a landspeeder at a price you knew to be a significant mark up. The credits were of no consequence to you.
A large span of dunes separated Mos Eisley from the next closest settlement, Anchorhead. But even as you intended to head for that settlement you felt yourself being pulled in another direction. So with the Force as your guide, you drove the speeder through uncharted dessert passing moisture farms and small settlements as you went. Again your human instincts were telling you to turn back. That there was nothing but danger ahead. The force continued to guide you forward to an area known by the Tatooinians as the Jundland Wastes.
The Jundland Wastes were a series of valleys buried under tall stone cliffsides. It was unbearably hot and dry. Hardly a living being in sight, none if you excluded the womp rats that scurried away with the first sound of the landspeeder’s repulsors nearing. You worried that for the first time you may not have heard the true will of the Force.
Until you saw it. The small stone hut with the dome roof had been built on a flat solid patch of rock. This was the place; you knew it on sight. This hut felt like home. It didn’t remind you of Coruscant where you lived most of your life. The temple on Coruscant brought up feelings of education, restraint, responsibility. This residence gave you more the feeling of home the way you imagined a family would come to think of one; Safe. Cozy. Familiar.
You knew just who was hiding on Tatooine and you’d never be able to thank the Force enough for bringing him back to you. It was an agonizing the speeder ride from the time you could visualize the hut in the distance to the point in the sand where it would be close enough to walk to the front door. You didn’t even need to make it to the door.
He was standing outside. The years away, or at least the reason behind them, had aged him harsher than you’d expected. His face was already showing worry lines and signs of wrinkles. His beard and mustache were streaked with grey hairs. The hair atop his head was longer than you’d seen it in some time, nearly shoulder length now. But his eyes, His blue eye sparked brighter than any of city lights of Coruscant.
“It’s about time, I was beginning to worry that you’d never come.” He remarked. You couldn’t speak. In all your time apart, all the time you’d spent hiding yourself or searching for other Jedi you hadn’t once even dared to hope that Obi-Wan might be among the surviving Jedi. He’d meant too much to you that the loss would have been too much to bear. Jedi weren’t meant to form attachments, but hell, you were breaking all the rules now anyway.
You jumped from the landspeeder not even bothering to power it down. You let your cloak fall to the sand as you ran. There was no need for formalities or pretense with Obi-Wan. You tossed yourself at him, which took him completely by surprise. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you hit the sand. He cradled you, softening the blow to the ground.
“Do you have any idea,” You panted when you’d finished tumbling. “How hard it was to find you?”
“No.” He confessed. “But I’m very glad you did.”
His arms were still wrapped around you, as if he weren’t quite sure you were real. It was possible you could be a mirage or some phantom of the force. He banished both ideas because he couldn’t just see you, he could feel you. He brushed a piece of wind-swept hair out of your face. Your cheeks flushed at the touch.
“Master Yoda said someone was coming and to be ready. I wanted it so badly to be you.” He confessed. Before you could ask how Obi-Wan had communicated with Yoda, who was lightyears away, you found yourself breathless again as Obi-Wan kissed you.
