oh dear. Tiny Toddler Obi Wan is like a cat, getting into the strangest places without being seen. Might he find his way down to the under parts of the ancient Temple, maybe finding dust, strange bolt holes, artifacts? And little innocent charms the Sith ghost, by being nice to her? Chortle! And she doesn’t want him to leave…
Dolan shifted slowly, his frown deep as he counted the Initiates
again before slowly reaching for his comms.
Obi-Wan was missing again.
Not unusual but he was missing right about after lunch, that meant he
had been gone for four hours now and Dolan was starting to feel a
faint sense of dread in the bottom of his stomach as he called up the
guards to see if they could find Obi-Wan anywhere and to put out a
message on the common board for all the Jedi to please return Obi-Wan
if they had found the Initiate somewhere.
Honestly it had become standard practice by now when Obi-Wan did
indeed go missing to put out a general message to the Jedi’s to
return him and to make the guards look around in case he was in a
room alone or out on the stairs again…
But Dolan had a bad feeling.
No scratch that, he had a dreadful feeling in the bottom of his
stomach and he hoped to Force that it was just his nerves speaking
for him and not an actual bad thing happening.
‘We should have just put a tracking chip on him like Knight Windu
suggested, would have been safer for sure.’ He ran his hand over
his hair before turning to apprentice Yanda.
He looked at Dolan in return and sighed in realization before
smiling. “I’m sure Obi-Wan will return soon, you know he always
comes back eventually, sometimes feed and given juice boxes and all.”
Snorting dourly, Dolan crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d
rather he didn’t go missing at all.” He went sullenly mute for a
few moments. Yanda’s brows drew together, the nautolan apprentice
feeling the draw of worry in the Force.
“Master?” He questioned.
“…I have a bad feeling this time.” Dolan sighed.
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Tucking his cold hands into his chest, Obi-Wan blearily peeked around
the dark hallway with a tired gaze.
He was really thirsty and he was not feeling good but he had no idea
how to get out of the big dusty hall at all and he couldn’t seem to
figure out how to find the elevator that had taken him down in the
first time again.
How long had he been down here?
He hoped Master Dooku or Knight Mace would come find him…
Or that nice padawan he meet.
Or Master Dolan or some of the guards…
Anyone really.
He was getting really cold.
Shuffling closer to the pillar he was sitting against, Obi-Wan gave a
quiet sniffle. ‘I’m thirsty…’
He was also so tired but at least he wasn’t hungry.
Wait was that a good thing?
He should be hungry but he was too tired to think about that as he
curled more against the pillar.
He wondered what Bant, Reeft and Garen were doing right now.
Perhaps it was fruit snack time?
He liked the honey melon and Bant would always give her his portion
of honey melon when they had it.
A fresh shiver wracked through Obi-Wan’s body and he sniffed a bit
more and tucked his face into his knees with a tiny sob.
Being back in the creche was the only thing he wanted to be.
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