“Here sir.”
Rex held out a little container to the man. “Tup said you could
have them.”
“Oh! Thank you.
And say thanks to Tup too if you see him first, but you don’t have
to call me sir Captain, Obi-Wan is just fine.” Obi-Wan accepted the
container, smiling at the hairbands before looking up Rex. “I’m
no Jedi, you don’t need to call me that.”
“Perhaps but you
are a master of your field, I think that warrants some respect.”
Rex smiled back before gesturing. “Do you need help with your hair?
I know Waxer already cleaned it and brushed it out for you, but if
you want it in a braid or something, I know how.”
“Really?”
Obi-Wan shifted so Rex could sit down behind him on the bed and let
him grab a hairtie from the container.
“Yes, some of
the vods like long hair but there are regulations about it being
loose when on duty. Braiding is something we all picked up for them.”
The captain hummed, carefully parting the waves of copper so he could
braid. “It would be a basic braid. Nothing fancy since I haven’t
learned that.”
“Basic is fine.”
Obi-Wan laughed.
Anakin watched,
jaw slightly ajar before he focused on Qui-Gon, eyes wide. “And you
rejected him as your padawan?” He questioned, squeaking a bit in
shock. Obi-Wan was so…bright!
Warm.
Gentle like a
breeze on a hot Tatooine night and just…
Anakin didn’t
have words for it but there was something about Obi-Wan that just
drew the eyes.
“I was not a
healthy man Anakin.” Qui-Gon sighed. “I was…Xanatos had me
broken and it took a long time to recover, by the time I meet you, I
had been to the mind healers and had several years of healing. The
man I was before…he wasn’t a good man to raise a padawan. He was
a cruel man if I’m honest.” He admitted.
“…But…”
“No Anakin, I
regret not taking him but I won’t lie. I was not a good Jedi back
then to raise a padawan. Just because you’re a master doesn’t
mean you should have a padawan.” Qui-Gon sighed then focused back
on Obi-Wan, smiling a bit at the copper haired man wearing his spare
tunic. “I’m surprised your leggings fit him. You do have a narrow
waist Anakin.”
Anakin shrugged.
“I got slightly stretchy leggings. I like having space if I end up
eating to much.” He grinned and that got a small laugh out of
Qui-Gon. Ever since Anakin had been brought to the temple he had
enjoyed eating well, though he had no issues eating rations and even
bugs should the need be.
Stuffing himself
sometimes happened.
“You know, I can
hear you, you’re not that far away.” Obi-Wan piped up, smiling at
the two Jedi.
Anakin colored
sharply and gave him a sheepish smile while Qui-Gon chuckled and
moved to the bed. “Apologies Master Kenobi, I must admit I’m used
to carrying a conversation with Anakin without care.” He
apologized.
Obi-Wan smiled
back up at him, keeping his head still for Rex sake as he worked on
the long hair. “Its fine Master Jinn, I just figured we could have
time to speak, we haven’t really spoken at all.”
“Not unless you
include a few sentences when we found clothes for you, how fare you?”
Qui-Gon settled down on one of the chairs the clones had been using
when speaking to Obi-Wan.
“Better, your
medics are very good.” He shot a smile to Helix and Kix over
Qui-Gon’s shoulder as Anakin joined them. “My arm should be fully
healed by morning and most of my burns are fully healed.” He gave a
small sigh. “I got off lucky, the rest…” He glanced away.
“You must have
been away from the main blast.” Anakin offered, keeping his voice
gentle.
“I went to check
on the seedlings.” Obi-Wan quirked a small self-deprecating smile.
“I was worried about their delayed growth and if we could get them
into the soil to provide for the expected yield. The rest were
resting or just having some time to themselves. They must have
targeted live signals because the main bombs hit the living quarters
first with no warning as nightfall came.” He let out a sigh and
shook his head when Rex let go of his now braided hair. “It would
have been quick, its the only comfort I have. My entire team…”
“My apologies,
may the Force hold them.” Qui-Gon murmured, bowing his head.
That got a small
smile out of Obi-Wan. “The rest of the bombs came quickly after
that. I…well its a good thing I’m in shape is all I have to say
and that I retained the ability to create Force shields. I don’t
think I would have survived the night if it wasn’t for that.”
They fell silent
for a few moments before Obi-Wan looked at the two. “Do you know
what happens now to me? This was my station, it has been for the last
ten years.”
“I am not sure.
We have yet to receive communication from the Council, but I would
suspect they want a report from you so the first stop would be
Coruscant before reassignment.” Qui-Gon couldn’t take his eyes of
the other, could feel the Force drawing him to the others side even.
Obi-Wan must feel
it too because he eyed Qui-Gon intently before sighing. “I guess it
will be a new station then…”
“Yes…but until
then you are staying with us here.” The older Jedi smiled.
“If you don’t
mind me adding sirs, that’s nice, we’ve been enjoying your
company.” Rex grinned and Obi-Wan twisted enough to look at the
captain, giving a faint laugh.
“And I’ve
enjoyed the vods company too. Its a pleasant sort.” He beamed.
At that moment
Anakin felt his comm buzz and he excused himself to answer it,
perking up at the sight of Padme. “Senator Amidala, what a pleasant
surprise.” He beamed.
“I’m calling
in official capacity.” She smiled at him, the words warning that he
had to be careful about his words.
“Oh, I see.”
Anakin felt himself deflate a little bit before tilting his head.
“So, what’s going on?”
“The reports say
that you found a survivor of the Agricore team on Yuma IV?” She
peered up at him and Anakin looked over to where Obi-Wan was now
focused on their conversation.
“Yes, one.
Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was badly injured but we have him in our camp
now.” Anakin grinned at the other man who smiled in turn.
“Can you bring
him to Coruscant as quickly as possible? The Senate would like to
hear about the unprovoked attack against a peaceful farming moon.”
“The…senate?”
“The CIS
attacked a farm moon, no strategic value, no resources and no army or
weaponry to speak of, basically slaughtering farmers…out of
pettiness. And nothing else.” Anakin recognized the look on Padme’s
face.
She was furious.
“They are going
to answer for that and the Senate wants to hear it from the only
survivor.”
“Then I’ll
come to the Senate.” Obi-Wan offered, voice calm and steady and
Padme looked towards it, her face softening to a smile.
“Thank you
Master Kenobi. I wish you a good healing.” She canceled the call.
“…Well then, I
guess I know what I’m doing.” Obi-Wan laughed a bit, voice
wavering ever so slightly. Qui-Gon felt his heart clench and reached
out before thinking, resting his hand on the others shoulder. “If
you want, I can come with you?”
Green eyes
captured him along with a soft smile set amiss copper hair. “I’d
like that.”
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