Bail, Padme, and Satine’s reactions to the holovid news in the nothisfault/Zygerria au?
When the Jedi show
up in the Republic Media hub, there’s a repressed sensation of
dread but then the editor is on her feet and rushing to greet them.
“Oh thank all media outlets. I am Narida Martinez, I have to extend
my apology. Master Kenobi-” She swallowed and then held her hands
up. “Our stations were hacked, you may check if you wish Master
Jedi’s.”
The two Jeid’s
traded looks before the Kel Dor sighed. “That is most unfortunate,
we were…hmm it doesn’t matter as the stations were not doing a
deliberate cruel thing.”
Narida tensed a
bit, understanding that they had been there to perhaps even sue them.
She spread her hands. “Please, if there’s anything we can do…”
“Perhaps secure
your stations a bit better. The news is…valuble.” The Nautolan
Jedi offered in turn.
“You are welcome
to take a look at it. In fact my station would welcome Jedi securing
our channels against future hacking from the CIS.”
The two Jedi traded
looks again before the Kel Dor nodded. “We will send knights to
secure the station and any other stations that contacts us.”
They turned to
leave but Narida couldn’t help herself. “Is Master Kenobi
alright?” She asked, anxious and the Nautolan turned quickly only
to have the Kel Dor put a hand on his shoulder and hold him back.
“Kit…she is asking in concern…” He rumbled.
Narida realized she
was interacting not just with any Jedi, but Kit Fisto from the
Council…that must mean that the other was Plo Koon, also a Council
member.
Kriff the Jedi
order sent COUNCIL members!
Kit took a slow
breath then grunted and nodded to the other Jedi before looking back
at her. “Would you be alright if it was you?” He returned the
question before moving out.
“…Apologies.
This entire situation has left the Order in a…bit of tizzy.”
“I apologize too,
for my rash question. Of course he can’t be feeling alright.
I…please, do send those knights our way. My station does not want a
repeat and…Jedi Master Kenobi deserves his privacy.” She
swallowed heavily.
The Kel Dor nodded
and followed after his colleague, leaving Narida to flop down in a
seat before quickly reaching for her comms to alert the other
stations to the Order’s offer of help to secure them against
hacking. Not that it would scrub the holonet for every vid but it was
something at least.
()()()
Obi-Wan woke
sharply, looking around before slowly relaxing when he only saw
Anakin sleeping in the squishy chair that had been a gift from Bant
when he and Anakin had eased their way into their apprenticeship.
He slowly shifted
until he could get up and made his way to the fresher, washing his
face with water from the sink.
Everything was just
so…so…
He sighed then
looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked horrid,
his hair and beard in a mess, dark circles beneath his eyes despite
sleeping and a paleness in his face.
Without thought he
grabbed for the sonic shaver instead of the trimmer, desperately
needing to…to…
He needed a change,
he couldn’t look at his own face anymore.
Smooth skin
appeared in the wake of it and suddenly Obi-Wan was confronted with a
face he had not seen in almost ten years.
He looked the same
as then.
Ten plus years had
not aged him as much as he thought it would and Obi-Wan ran his
fingers over the smooth skin, rubbing the cleft of his chin slowly.
He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair before sighing and
turning to the fresher, he needed a shower.
‘If Master
Qui-Gon knew how many water showers I’ve taken lately…’ His
lips twitched a bit before he started to undress carefully. He
stopped when his fingers encountered scar tissue on his hip, resting
his hand on the bite scar, swallowing down his nausea as harsh
memories arose in the back of his mind and stepped into the shower.
He was going to take as long as he damn well wanted and use as much
hot water as he was allowed.
()()()
“It even reached
Mandalore. He…I haven’t watched it but my advisers put it
together in coarse draws, enough that I know what happened.” Satine
offered Padme over the holo, watching the other woman closely.
“Everyone knows
what the vids are about, even if they haven’t watched it.” Padme
offered grimly and heard Bail pour himself another glass behind her,
his fourth.
She was keeping
tally of them, just in case.
He was not dealing
well with the news of what had happened to his friend and didn’t
seem to know how to offer his support.
“Is the Senate
going to do anything?” Satine demanded, lips pressed together.
“I thought you
were against violence.”
Satine narrowed her
eyes. “Do not play games with me Senator Amidala.” She offered
icely. “This is Master Kenobi we are talking about.”
Padme glared back
before sighing. “I’m not sure. Its rushing through the Senate,
people are trying to figure out what to do.” She gave a twisted
smile back after a few seconds. “So far though, its swayed a lot of
the public towards the Jedi Order actually, their popularity has
risen again.”
“What?” Satine
hissed in shock.
“Its human.”
Bail offered roughly from behind Padme. “Here is the great
Negotiator, on his knees, fallen so low but oh how human it is to
hurt. How human is it to be robbed of strength and forced to…”
Bail words dried up and he took a large sip of the brandy. “…How
mortal it is to fail and bleed.”
Padme and Satine
exchanged looks, full of worry before the youngest spoke again. “I’m
going to try and get Obi-Wan in talks, if he’s not on the
battlefields I’m more then willing to offer him a place on Naboo,
my family has several secluded huts where he could have some peace if
he wished to.
“…We are
talking about Obi-Wan Kenobi, if I know one thing about him…he will
not hide.” Satine offered quietly.
“Its an offer I
will still make.” Padme shrugged.
“…If you have
an update on his situation, please contact me. I worry about that
man.” The duchess finally sighed.
“Of course.”
The Senator of Naboo offered in turn, understanding the woman.
()()()
Jerking to his
feet, Anakin took several moments to realize that Obi-Wan had not
left the quarters and promptly sat down heavily, rubbing his face as
he listened to the sounds of the shower before he got up and
stretched his back until it cracked.
He then moved to
the kitchen, setting the kettle on.
The knight usually
preferred caff but for Obi-Wan he had learned to make tea and he knew
the other needed tea now.
As he waited for
the kettle to whistle, he pulled out a pot and added sapir to it
while listening to the shower shutting off and Obi-Wan most likely
drying and dressing.
About ten minutes
later he turned when he heard the soft steps of the other man, almost
dropping the kettle in surprise at the smooth face that greeted him
before covering his surprise. “You shaved?”
Okay, forgive him
but Obi-Wan hadn’t had a smooth face since the beginning of his
knighthood!
It was a surprise!
Obi-Wan shifted
before nodding, crossing his arms over his chest. “I felt I needed
a change. Is that tea?”
“Yes. I figured
you’d want some sapir.”
“That would be
good.” Obi-Wan moved to pick up his cup once the tea was poured,
blowing on it before taking a small sip, eyes on the counter.
“…Anakin, would you agree to spar with me in the main salle?”
“In th-are you
sure? There’s most likely going to be quite a few people there. And
anyone can come and go to see.” Anakin spoke cautiously.
“…I need to
prove to myself that…that I can.” Obi-Wan whispered. “I am
still a Jedi Master. I need this Anakin.” He looked at the other
finally, a bit pale, hair hanging down in his eyes and dark circles
around his eyes.
‘Healing is
different from person to person.’ Anakin reminded himself before he
nodded. “Alright, me and you, sparring.” He slowly gave the other
a smile.
And felt his heart
ease a bit at the returning smile, small as it was.
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