The
galaxy continues on, the worlds spin and the Jedi continue wandering
out into the galaxy to do their duty as requested by the Senate
though honestly, Obi-Wan has never heard the any missions being
rejected frankly.

Even
when they should have.

The
galaxy grows darker but there is a spark of light.

Anakin.

Anakin
continues to grow and prosper and become a beacon that Obi-Wan can’t
help but adore and maybe spoil a bit under Qui-Gon’s giant nose as
he gives the boy treats and trinkets when he returns from long
missions.

And
Anakin is quite good at fixing up his arm too though Obi-Wan still
mourns the lack of tactile sensation from the fingers even though
Anakin has tried to experiment with sensors.

It’s
just not the same as proper fingers even though it works slightly.

But
the galaxy continues onward and the years roll by and Obi-Wan has no
idea how it came to this but he’s staring at rows and rows of
identical men in white armor with Yan at his side and he can feel the
heat below his skin.

Palpatine’s
been working hard in the shadows.

Obi-Wan
knew the other had been up to something but this was beyond anything
he had expected and he feels nauseous and obviously Yan notices how
sick Obi-Wan is feeling as he places a hand in the low of his back to
support the young knight out of view from the Minister.

And
meeting Jango is…

Well,
Jango hates them and the way he stares at Yan…

Obi-Wan
has to send Yan away before giving Jango his attention again.

The
Mando’a crosses his arms over his chest, muscles flexing slightly
through the blue shirt. “So, what do you want Master Jedi?” He
questioned, clearly struggling to keep a polite tone.

Pausing
a bit, Obi-Wan tasted the words he wanted to say on his tongue before
sighing tiredly and sitting down slowly on the closest chair, staring
at Jango. “…He’s going to betray you.” He stated frankly,
revealing
for the first time what he had found out much to his own horror and
still uncertain how to deal with it, revealing to Jango that he knew
exactly who had hired the bounty hunter.

And
instantly he
got
a tense bounty hunter on his hands, amber
eyes
narrowed at Obi-Wan.

Great.

‘In
for a dip, in for a dive.’ Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders before
shrugging. “Palpatine is not a man one can trust, he may have given
you what you wanted for as long as you were useful but your
usefulness is clearly coming to an end and he can’t have people out
there knowing the truth.” He stated calmly.

Amber
eyes were still narrowed at him and a hand dropped down to the man’s
belt.

If
Obi-Wan was to take a guess, he’d say there was a blaster there but
he didn’t make a move to defend himself, only stared mutely at
Jango.

The
man who held his life currently in his hands before he slowly sat
down across from Obi-Wan. “…I’m listening.” He murmured.

Reaching
up, Obi-Wan ran his mech fingers through his hair, letting out a
huffing breath while ignoring the way Jango’s eyes flickered to the
metal. “Most people in the galaxy has forgotten what a Sith is, but
you’re both Mandalorian and smart, so yo-”

“I
know what a Sith is,” Jango snapped in. “The
darjetti were never forgotten by the Mandalorian-wait, are you
telling me that Palpatine…” He trailed off, staring at Obi-Wan.

Quirking
his lips humorlessly, Obi-Wan wiggled his mech fingers at the man,
the
derma only covering to his wrist at the moment.
“His apprentice took my arm off, it was one of the sacrifices I
made to figure things out and keep those I cared for safe…
something I imagine you can understand.”

They
both glanced towards what was likely Boba’s room, Jango’s jaw and
knuckles white with tension.

He
looked like he wanted to slug Obi-Wan and escape.

“Palpatine
won’t care about Boba, Boba doesn’t know about him, but you do,”
Obi-Wan stated quietly and calmly. “If I were you, I’d run but
he’d chase you. You’re a clever man however and your reputation
is quite strong. If anyone could stay under a Sith’s radar without
being Force sensitive, you would be one of them.” He shrugged
before sitting back in the chair.

Jango’s
jaw muscle was jumping, his eyes flickering between the door, Obi-Wan
and the window where the rain was pounding.

Now
the dice was in Jango’s hand and Obi-Wan would have to act
accordingly.

‘Just
maybe… I can prevent a war before it even breaks out.’ He
wondered shakily as he thought of all those armored men for what
other purpose did an army have than war and Obi-Wan sent a prayer to
the Force for leniency and mercy.