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Okay just read through Sith and Jedi and I have to wonder where the Senate is in all of this. Like have they the same reach as the original universe or has combining with the sith made them less susceptible to bull.

Posted on juni 1, 2018 av swmoddy

Normally Jedi
Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi was a pleasure to encounter, a friendly
chitchat with a vigorous and friendly man.

Unless he came to
the Rotunda as the Jedi Representative.

Because where
Kenobi came as representative, his Sith padawan always came with him,
eyes sharp on each one of the Senators and aids and the Sith
Representative never failed to be Lord Jinn.

Both
representatives were eloquent, clever and courteous of course.

But while Jedi were
willing to listen, to let others speak… Sith never let any slight,
perceived or real pass them by. Especially not towards their Jedi
companions.

As the Trade
Federation delegates had often found out.

Nute Gunray was
only one of the latest on the long roll of choke victims of said Lord
even as Knight Kenobi quite pointedly scolded the man for cutting the
man off with a deep frown on his face.

Skywalker however
stood behind the mans chair with an air of satisfaction on his face
as he stared at the wheezing neimoidianer in his pod as he vigorously
rubbed at his throat.

“Forgive me
Obi-Wan for causing you distress.” Jinn finally drawled, his voice
bland and a warning sign to all but the Jedi who seemed on the verge
of throwing his hands into the air in frustration. “I do however
dislike the Trade Federations implication of the Jedi or Sith being
involved in the traitor Palpatine’s current rampage. I felt it was
best to… relieve anyone of the notion that the Jedi were involved
in any manner or measure.” He settled on, still calmly in his
chair.

The way Jinn posed
his words gave pause to all, a shiver down their backs as they got
it.

The Sith Order
would tolerate no bad words about their companion order, the Sith
would react with extreme prejudice against anyone who would dare to
blame said Jedi’s for anything.

“I’m sure the
Viceroy did not mean it in the manner he said it Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan
pinched the bridge of his nose. “It is of course a concern to all
that Palpatine has gathered himself so much power and is avoiding
persecution. We are after all charged with bringing him in,
especially in the light of the incident on Corellia where Palpatine
single handedly destroyed the police force of one town when they
tried to apprehend him.” He added soothingly to the Sith while
dropping his hands into his lap.

Everyone held their
breath, shoulders tense as Jinn looked ponderously at Kenobi before
looking over the redhead’s shoulder at the blond standing behind
the chair, both golden eyed males holding a silent conversation.

Finally, to
everyone’s relief, he inclined his head to the Jedi. “Of course
Obi-Wan. But rest assured, that was a mistake that won’t be
repeated. Where Palpatine is getting his aid for is unsure but he is
being hunted. He has no friends in the Orders, not anymore.” He
gave a half grin that exposed teeth that sent shivers through the
Senators spines, the threat even more powerful with the half grin
than a full one.

There was nothing
scarier than the implication of Sith hunters, every person in the
Senate had seen footage of Sith hunters in actions for their own
planets with vicious criminals and knew their tenacity.

“Of course if the
Viceroy would like to complain about my behavior, he can come right
up to the Temple with his issue.” Jinn suddenly drawled which
caused Kenobi to beam and turn to the neimoidianer, nodding while
cheerfully adding his agreement.

“I-I am sure that
won’t be necessary. After all, this was just a mistake even if it
was taken a bit far.” Gunray quickly rasped out with one hand still
on his throat, shaking to his boot at the idea of standing in front
of the karking Sith council to complain. He misspoke sometimes
and missed his mark, he wasn’t not suicidal however.

Complaining to the
Sith council about their representative and telling them what
he’d said to get the reaction would be signing his own death
warrant and Nute would willingly admit that he was a coward.

He was not risking
his hide for injured pride.

“I however do
question where the Order believes Sheev Palpatine is now.” Organa
voiced up, bringing the attention away from Gunray to the neimoidians
relief.

At the question
though Kenobi’s shoulders slumped, Jinn went somehow blanker and
Skywalker standing behind his master as always scowled at air. “That
is the question isn’t it.” Kenobi sighed. “Neither Sith nor
Jedi know.” He admitted. “We are two steps behind him for all
that both orders have declared him a traitor and sent out orders for
his arrest.” He spread his hands.

“Sheev Palpatine
has banished, his name taken and his titles removed. He is dishonored
and reviled.” Jinn said with icy calm. “And we will finish the
job once he is in our custody once more.” Yellow sparked with
orange and red.

There would be no
redemption for the fleeing former Sith, of that the Senate was clear
of now.

Well… that
answered a lot of questions for the Senate.

“The Order’s
however do have a request to the Senate, or more like one Senator.”
Jinn suddenly spoke, turning a bit to look upwards and to the left.
“Senator Amidala, do the Sith hunters have permission to enter
Naboo space? Sheev Palpatine was of Naboo and he may have traveled
there. If we are to find a lead, it would do well to work with the
Naboo.” He added politely.

Standing, the
beautiful and cunning senator nodded to the Order pod. “Of course.
The Sith and Jedi will have the full support of the Naboo to bring in
a wanted mass criminal as Palpatine, I will contact Queen Jamilia
once this is concluded.” She spoke strongly.

Beaming, Obi-Wan
stood and bowed towards her with his robes sweeping the floor of the
pod as he moved. “And that support is all we ask for Senator
Amidala. That is all we ask.” He said warmly.

The Senate may like
Obi-Wan Kenobi… but they were really looking forward to he was not
the Representative of the Jedi Order.

In Resist the dark, does Ani/Vader ever get his first kiss? Does he take Obi out on a date in disguise?

Posted on mai 29, 2018 av swmoddy

“Did you know if
you squeeze a male turkey, it burps? Full of air apparently that they
huff in to make themselves look bigger by puffing themselves up and
intimidating other males or something like that.” Obi-Wan blinked
down at his pad as he stared in utter fascination at the strange
animal that was making the oddest of wabbling noises up at him, the
clip short but very educational as to the sounds a turkey male made
as the handler carried it about.

It looked so odd
and kind of dirty, were they really edible?

In response to his
question, Anakin looked up from what looked like Empire paperwork and
stared at him in confusion at the oddity of the question, opening his
mouth once, closing it and then squinting at Obi-Wan. “Is that the
cold medication speaking?” He questioned, puzzled.

Obi-Wan blinked
back in return, pondering the question before shrugging as he indeed
admitted that it was an odd statement. “Maybe? To be fair, I think
Qui-Gon gave me too much before he left to deal with my normal
paperwork.” He settled on.

Getting to his
feet, Anakin moved around his desk and to the couch Obi-Wan was
occupying by the window, pressing his hand to the redhead’s
forehead with a small frown. “You might be right, you feel even
more fevered then before he gave you it.” He muttered, picking up
the cold remedy from the caff table to read the statement of what
could happen if one took too much.

Obi-Wan watched
him, blinking up at the former Jedi turned Sith and Emperor, watching
the sun create gold in the others blond hair along with the glow of
the tanned skin.

It made Anakin look
handsome.

Beautiful even.

Slowly he reached
up and caught Anakin’s free hand, giving it a little tug when the
other looked down at Obi-Wan.

Blinking as Obi-Wan
tugged once more, Anakin leaned down. “What is it Ob-” The rest
of Anakin’s sentence was cut off as soft but slightly chapped lips
caught Anakin’s ever so sweetly, Obi-Wan delaying several seconds
before he pulled back to peer at Anakin and give him a soft smile.

Blinking heavily,
Anakin slowly touched the tips of his fingers to his lips before
focusing dazedly on Obi-Wan as if he couldn’t believe that had just
happened.

‘He almost looks
like Qui-Gon when I kissed him.’ Obi-Wan thought wickedly to
himself, almost cooing at how cute Anakin looked in his bewildered
state, still leaning down to Obi-Wan’s level with the bottle of
medicine in his mech hand.

“What… what was
that for?” Anakin finally managed to rasp out, licking his lips
swiftly while coloring slowly.

Watching in
intrigue, Obi-Wan noted how deep the pink blush was and how it
crawled over the blonds cheek, over his ears and down his neck to
pass his rather high collar of the Emperor robes he was wearing.
Mentally he was grateful they weren’t as ostentatious as
Palpatine’s had been as they were black with a bit of silver
threading but they were the same length in fine fabric.

He shrugged,
smiling at Anakin while relaxing into the couch with his pad in his
lap still. “You look pretty in the sun. That’s all.”

Slowly Anakin
settled the bottle on the table and sat down next to him. “So you
just… randomly kissed me because… I looked pretty in the sun?”

Settling his arms
on the back of the couch and his chin on his arms, Obi-Wan gave a
little shrug with a smile as he peered back at Anakin before letting
out a soft hum. “Yes. Didn’t you like it? I can swear never to do
it again.” He pouted a tiny bit though inwardly he was cackling at
Anakin’s flabbergasted expression turning panicked.

“No, no I liked
it! You don’t have to stop. You can do that any time you want.
Kissing me that is.” Seemingly realizing he was babbling the blond
finally savagely bit down on his bottom lip with pearly teeth.

Humming perkily at
that, Obi-Wan nodded then closed his eyes. “Okay, that sounds
agreeable to me.” Obi-Wan said, eyes still closed as he continued
his internal cackling at Anakin’s face. Though… it had been
rather sweet.

‘Yes… pretty.’
He reiterated to himself as Anakin slowly got to his feet and
returned to his desk, though not without brushing his fingers through
Obi-Wan’s hair affectionately first.

In Resist the dark, does Ani/Vader ever get his first kiss? Does he take Obi out on a date in disguise?

Posted on mai 29, 2018 av swmoddy

It looked so odd
and kind of dirty, were they really edible?

Obi-Wan watched
him, blinking up at the former Jedi turned Sith and Emperor, watching
the sun create gold in the others blond hair along with the glow of
the tanned skin.

It made Anakin look
handsome.

Beautiful even.

Slowly he reached
up and caught Anakin’s free hand, giving it a little tug when the
other looked down at Obi-Wan.

Blinking heavily,
Anakin slowly touched the tips of his fingers to his lips before
focusing dazedly on Obi-Wan as if he couldn’t believe that had just
happened.

“What… what was
that for?” Anakin finally managed to rasp out, licking his lips
swiftly while coloring slowly.

He shrugged,
smiling at Anakin while relaxing into the couch with his pad in his
lap still. “You look pretty in the sun. That’s all.”

Slowly Anakin
settled the bottle on the table and sat down next to him. “So you
just… randomly kissed me because… I looked pretty in the sun?”

‘Yes… pretty.’
He reiterated to himself as Anakin slowly got to his feet and
returned to his desk, though not without brushing his fingers through
Obi-Wan’s hair affectionately first.

Oh goodness me Moddy! Your AliveButLost fic was so good, I hope you will be willing to write more of it? Will Qui manage to bring Obi back to the other Sith? Is Obi injured? Will he be willing to go with Qui or will he put up a fight? Is Obi malnourished or unwell, considering it is the Jedi who appear to be on the run in this AU? What happened to him, did he die but was then cloned? Or did he survive, and the Jedi found him and wiped his memories? So many questions! I love your work Moddy :) x

Posted on mai 28, 2018 av swmoddy

Rubbing his fingers
against the mug slowly, Obi-Wan stared at the tea in it while
avoiding the gaze of the person across from him as Qui-Gon Jinn had
taken him to a cafe in the village. During their walk they had dried
out mostly though Obi-Wan could still feel certain damp spots and
figured that the Sith could feel the same even if he wasn’t showing
it with his dark blue clothes.

The smell of swamp
still clung to them but they weren’t the only ones as there were
several swamp workers about who also reeked the same way.

Still, Jinn had
opted for them to take one of the small booths outside the cafe to
not annoy the patrons on the inside and Obi-Wan thought he’d seen
the barista give him a grateful look when the Sith had said that
while taking their teas and scones to bring outside.

Obi-Wan had just
mutely nodded, agreeing.

He had been all too
aware of the suspicious glances he was gaining as this was a Sith
controlled planet and he was clearly not a Sith.

But he had a
lightsaber, one he had been hiding before but now hung on his belt in
clear view.

He had a feeling
only Jinn’s clear Sith status was keeping them from calling
authorities.

So he’s mutely
pleased to be able to wear it in the open as most planets are Sith
inclined and run or under the thumbs of the hutts.

“You should eat.”
Came the quiet rumble, Obi-Wan looking up from his tea to look at
Vindicus as the man stared at him with those deep blue eyes that he
knew turned yellow with the Force. “Its still a bit warm and I’ve
tracked you for two days, you can’t have had much time to eat in
that time.” Jinn added.

Hesitating a bit
but all to aware of how right the other was, Obi-Wan picked up the
scone and took a bite out of it, trying to pretend for manners still.

That had always
been important to him, manners, it felt like a part of him to know
manners and how to present himself in front of others.

Though he did
stretch himself to lick his fingers free of crumbs before he looked
slowly up at Jinn again while closing the tea in his hands once more,
lifting it to take a small sip and let it sooth him as best it could.
“What… happens now?” He questioned quietly.

“That depends on
what you have to tell me.” Jinn returned just as quietly, staring
at him.

That sent of
conflicting thoughts in Obi-Wan’s head.

On one hand, he
should escape, run, get away and to the Jedi temple where he would be
safe and become the first Jedi to escape Qui-Gon Jinn. Though how he
could now that he was in the middle of town where Sith were actually
approved of would be difficult or even impossible as few would hide
him.

Yet on the other
hand… Jinn knew his name, seemed to know him better than anyone in
the Jedi temple ever had. Jinn had answers to his past and maybe,
just maybe to his future too.

Letting out a harsh
breath, Obi-Wan finally nodded to himself at his decision and levered
a weary look at Jinn. “As far as I’m aware, I’m a Jedi, I have
been for life. But I’m also very aware that I don’t have any
memories past the age of fifteen and that I have a blockage on some
of my memories that I was told was for healing purpose.” He stared
at the Sith.

Said Sith was
staring at him in return, obviously stunned.

Picking up the
pieces of his courage, Obi-Wan pressed on. “And I saw those
pictures of yours. Those are older than my memories… which leads me
to believe… the Jedi lied to me.” He bit his lip, touching the
scar crossing down his cheek from his temple to his mouth. “The
interesting part then is, did they take advantage of an injury or did
they cause my memory loss.”

Blue eyes blazed
yellow suddenly and Obi-Wan sat back in his chair, clinging to the
cup even as Jinn took a deep breath to restrain himself, closing
those eyes as they sat in silence for a long moment.

Finally Jinn spoke,
through gritted teeth. “I’m taking you to Coruscant to our
temple. I will hear no argument about this as you will come
with me.” He growled out.

Taking a small sip
as he wondered about the use of ‘our temple’, Obi-Wan nodded
before realizing the man still had his eyes closed. Sighing to
himself, he spoke up instead. “You shan’t have one, I will come…
I need answers just as much.” He whispered out, glancing down at
the table as he took another sip only to choke a bit when a large
hand gently touched his cheek, mapping out the scar with care.

Obi-Wan could count
on one hand the amount of people that had touched him that kindly in
the last seven years and instead of fleeing, he leaned into it,
letting out a quiet noise of shock and ever so slight desperation as
those flickering eyes observed him with a bittersweet smile on Jinn’s
lips.

Oh goodness me Moddy! Your AliveButLost fic was so good, I hope you will be willing to write more of it? Will Qui manage to bring Obi back to the other Sith? Is Obi injured? Will he be willing to go with Qui or will he put up a fight? Is Obi malnourished or unwell, considering it is the Jedi who appear to be on the run in this AU? What happened to him, did he die but was then cloned? Or did he survive, and the Jedi found him and wiped his memories? So many questions! I love your work Moddy :) x

Posted on mai 28, 2018 av swmoddy

The smell of swamp
still clung to them but they weren’t the only ones as there were
several swamp workers about who also reeked the same way.

Obi-Wan had just
mutely nodded, agreeing.

He had been all too
aware of the suspicious glances he was gaining as this was a Sith
controlled planet and he was clearly not a Sith.

But he had a
lightsaber, one he had been hiding before but now hung on his belt in
clear view.

He had a feeling
only Jinn’s clear Sith status was keeping them from calling
authorities.

So he’s mutely
pleased to be able to wear it in the open as most planets are Sith
inclined and run or under the thumbs of the hutts.

Hesitating a bit
but all to aware of how right the other was, Obi-Wan picked up the
scone and took a bite out of it, trying to pretend for manners still.

That had always
been important to him, manners, it felt like a part of him to know
manners and how to present himself in front of others.

“That depends on
what you have to tell me.” Jinn returned just as quietly, staring
at him.

That sent of
conflicting thoughts in Obi-Wan’s head.

Yet on the other
hand… Jinn knew his name, seemed to know him better than anyone in
the Jedi temple ever had. Jinn had answers to his past and maybe,
just maybe to his future too.

Said Sith was
staring at him in return, obviously stunned.

Finally Jinn spoke,
through gritted teeth. “I’m taking you to Coruscant to our
temple. I will hear no argument about this as you will come
with me.” He growled out.

In Murder Husband do any of the other Jedi die? Is Order 66 used in any capacity? (Btw, you may have answered this before, but does Qui want Obi to fall?)

Posted on mai 26, 2018 av swmoddy

Snorting rather
loudly, Obi-Wan gave Anakin a long look. “Technically speaking, you
do have a sister in Ahsoka.” He muttered in a dry tone while
settling a plate of biscuits down on the table for the two to dig in.

His comment had
come in response to Anakin whining at him and Qui-Gon that he wanted
a ‘sister’ and that they should totally get a padawan. Well
Obi-Wan was having none of that as he settled down to enjoy his tea
and waited for news from Coruscant.

And Padme.

Padme, who after
request from Anakin, was coming to Serenno.

Oh she had sounded
horribly confused and a bit lost but she trusted Anakin, especially
when the blond had practically dropped to his knees and begged
her to come to Serenno while promising her safety.

At Obi-Wan’s
comment however, Anakin turned thoughtful while flinching one of the
cookies off the plate. “Huh, I guess you got a point there. I mean
we did have more of a sibling relationship than a mentor one.” He
mused.

“Older sibling
guiding the younger one, you were still a mentor. Just not a guardian
in the same way I was.” Obi-Wan hummed, taking one of the small
plates to take his cookies and not spill crumbs everywhere. “Now
please take a plate Anakin.” He complained. “I walk around
barefoot in here you know.” Obi-Wan glared.

“Right, right you
fusspot, I will.” Anakin groaned while reaching for the plate as
told so he wouldn’t get crumbs all over the floor.

Qui-Gon just
chuckled quietly and leaned over towards Obi-Wan, letting the Jedi
feed him a cookie while holding the plate beneath him.

“You two look
like a fruity couple.” Anakin noted, rolling his eyes a bit before
sniggering when Obi-Wan sent him a fresh glare. “Oh come on, you
two are feeding each other!” He grinned, more at ease now that he
knew that Padme was on her way to them, would find safety there and
that he wouldn’t have to answer summons from either the Council or
Chancellor.

It was a remarkable
transformation from the angry and scared young man who had landed on
planet.

Rolling his eyes,
Obi-Wan muttered to himself while turning back to Qui-Gon who looked
unbothered by the comment as he opened his mouth for another cookie.
Smiling a bit, Obi-Wan obeyed and gave him another, humming a bit as
he settled.

“…You know I
can’t promise there will be no death?” Qui-Gon suddenly murmured,
chewing and then swallowing.

Both Obi-Wan and
Anakin tensed up.

“I can’t
promise that this will go smoothly or even halfway well, I can’t
promise that some of the clones won’t turn despite my best effort.”
Qui-Gon ran his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair and patted Anakin on
the shoulder. “Some may not have gotten the rewrite order.
Palpatine may still give it out, especially when he discovers that
Senator Amidala has left for Serenno and Anakin is here. He’s a
paranoid if patient man.” He settled on seriously, his deep eyes
staring seriously at them.

“…I know.”
Obi-Wan whispered, settling the plate down on Qui-Gon’s lap while
staring at the pattern of the porcelain. “That’s just something I
will have to accept.” He swallowed.

Anakin took a bit
longer before he nodded. “Yeah… what Obi-Wan said.” He
muttered, hands clenching on his plate.

Peering at them,
Qui-Gon gave a deep sigh and nodding, knowing he’d get no more out
of either. His poor Jedi love and his Fallen grandpadawan.

Stroking Obi-Wan’s
cheek affectionately, Qui-Gon hoped this darkness coming would not
make the bright light in Obi-Wan extinguish, he’d quite come to
love Obi-Wan for his bright light, being the balance to Qui-Gon’s
darkness.

In Murder Husband do any of the other Jedi die? Is Order 66 used in any capacity? (Btw, you may have answered this before, but does Qui want Obi to fall?)

Posted on mai 26, 2018 av swmoddy

And Padme.

Padme, who after
request from Anakin, was coming to Serenno.

“Right, right you
fusspot, I will.” Anakin groaned while reaching for the plate as
told so he wouldn’t get crumbs all over the floor.

Qui-Gon just
chuckled quietly and leaned over towards Obi-Wan, letting the Jedi
feed him a cookie while holding the plate beneath him.

It was a remarkable
transformation from the angry and scared young man who had landed on
planet.

“…You know I
can’t promise there will be no death?” Qui-Gon suddenly murmured,
chewing and then swallowing.

Both Obi-Wan and
Anakin tensed up.

“…I know.”
Obi-Wan whispered, settling the plate down on Qui-Gon’s lap while
staring at the pattern of the porcelain. “That’s just something I
will have to accept.” He swallowed.

Anakin took a bit
longer before he nodded. “Yeah… what Obi-Wan said.” He
muttered, hands clenching on his plate.

Peering at them,
Qui-Gon gave a deep sigh and nodding, knowing he’d get no more out
of either. His poor Jedi love and his Fallen grandpadawan.

In alivebutlost: Wait wait wait, does that mean Obi-Wan lost his memory?! Omg, what Happend, did the Jedi capture him and Do to him what they did to Revan (He Fell, they got him and erased his memory, in order to get him back to the light side, I think it’s called Revans Cure [?])? What is Qui going to Do now?

Posted on mai 25, 2018 av swmoddy

All Jedi know and
are wary, (not scared, never scared, after all they are Jedi and they
do not fear as that leads to the darkside), of the name Qui-Gon Jinn,
also known as Darth Vindicus. It was one of the first Sith names
Obi-Wan had ever learned when he woke up seven years ago in a little
hall surrounded by healers and other Jedi.

After all, Qui-Gon
Jinn had apparently killed Obi-Wan’s former master, a woman by the
name Travis.

Or so he was told
at least by Master Skyra, as Obi-Wan had no memory of it. It was only
luck that had allowed Obi-Wan to live as apparently the Sith had not
been aware that there had been another Jedi on site at all and
Obi-Wan had been whisked home by droids.

Once again, that
was what they said at least as his memories didn’t return.

He did find it
rather odd that there seemed to be a lock on his memories though and
a very symptomatic councilor Xanas had explained that the trauma of
his master’s death when the severing of the bond had happened made
Obi-Wan go comatose and had required the healers to put a blockage on
the memory of the bond severing as it had.

He hadn’t
questioned that… much.

Found it odd
though.

And he did have a
rather deep head wound turned which would explain the memory loss,
outside of the medical kind, droids were not known to be able to care
for injured parties of the fleshy variety.

But now he wondered
as the supposed ruthless Qui-Gon Jinn stared at him in the reeking,
gassy swamp with a gaze as if he’d seen the birth of the Force itself.
Because while Obi-Wan had no memories from before he was rather sure
he had never meet Sith Lord as a Jedi.

Which meant that
this man had meet him before the memories went away.

Which brought on a
whole new flood of questions that Obi-Wan did not like the
implication of as he sat there with his cobbled together saber of the
parts Jedi had given him, staring at the yellow eyed man as said
yellow bleed out to leave behind the deepest blue Obi-Wan had ever
seen, the bog water making its home in their clothes as they sat
there as if they had no care in the world except to look at each
other.

He grew tense when
the man slowly reached towards his belt, hand tightening on his saber
as he knew that the bolas wrapped around his legs still must have
come from said belt.

But out of the belt
came a small holo device that Vindicus pressed on to light up and oh…

Mouth falling open
a bit, Obi-Wan stared at the familiar if chubby face grinning back at
him, the holo leaving the colors fainter than the real thing of
course but unmistakably a young Obi-Wan without his head and facial
scar. Another press and a fresh holo image.

Each press of the
button had a fresh image of Obi-Wan in varying ages, sometimes with
others but mostly only him until the last one.

Jinn and him, the
mans arms wrapped around Obi-Wan’s stomach as he had clearly lifted
Obi-Wan up as they grinned at whoever had taken the picture with
straw in both their hair. The last image more than anything left
Obi-Wan feeling dizzy as he slowly returned to looking at the Sith,
eyes wide with the saber laying in his lap in a lax hand.

“…I think we
have much to speak about Obi-Wan.” The man murmured quietly before
settling the device into his belt and reaching to Obi-Wan’s legs to
undo the bolas.

Too stunned to
really react much, Obi-Wan gave a dumb nod as his legs were freed and
even accepted the hand Jinn offered to be pulled up as he stood on
wobbly legs. For a long moment Jinn didn’t let go off his hand,
clinging to it almost desperately Obi-Wan would say before he finally
let go only to hold onto the redhead’s shoulder with his huge
mitten, guiding him back towards where they had come from as Obi-Wan
hooked his saber onto his belt.

A part of Obi-Wan’s
brain that had not shut down under the shock was reminding him that
they were on their way back to the port town he had originally been
lurking about trying to get transport off the planet.

Now however he
wasn’t so sure he wanted to leave because Jinn had holo images off
him, many of them actually, on his person.

Obi-Wan had so many
questions, some which had plagued him for years ever since he woke up
in the Jedi temple… and Qui-Gon Jinn had answers.

And Obi-Wan wanted
them, regardless the cost they may have as he sedately walked with
the Sith’s hand grasping his shoulder tightly as if he feared
Obi-Wan would once more run away… or just simply disappear maybe?

Glancing at the
other man as he pulled his foot out of yet another squelching muck
gathering, he meet the blue eyes once more with Jinn not looking away
once as a soft if uncertain smile crossed the Sith’s face.

Meekly, Obi-Wan
returned it.

He needed answers.