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Feb. 11th, 2023 02:16 pmEven in a place like Darrow, Obi-Wan isn't a man prone to shock. Anything can happen and so, he assumes, everything is possible. Looking at it this way is both in keeping with his beliefs and training, and it means he's rarely unsettled by the sorts of things that happen in Darrow.
Waking up in a his dormitory room in the Jedi Temple, however, is enough to leave Obi-Wan entirely speechless.
The room is familiar. It isn't the temporary room he had been assigned during the Separatist War, the one he rarely spent time in, given the constantly busy nature of his life at the time, but the room he had once he became a Knight. The one he had been moved into as a young man, the room he had viewed as home for a very long time. His sleeping couch is plain, comfortable, but simple, and Obi-Wan pushes back the blankets to sit up, looking around in wonder at where he's found himself.
Behind a panel, his bookshelves. Tucked into the wall, his desk. His journal is set on one corner of the desk, his pen lying beside it. Behind another panel is his wardrobe and Obi-Wan pushes it open to view the robes inside.
Based on what he knows of the galaxy after his arrival in Darrow, the temple shouldn't exist in this state. If he reaches out within the Force, he can sense the other Jedi. The younglings. Padawans. Madame Jacosta, always such a strong presence, alive and well. It must be a dream. Impossible. All the Jedi, from what he knows, have been killed.
By his Padawan.
Obi-Wan hears the pain in his thought, accepts it, and lets it go. Then he heads from his inner chamber, into the shared space of the Knight dormitories, wondering who he might see.
Waking up in a his dormitory room in the Jedi Temple, however, is enough to leave Obi-Wan entirely speechless.
The room is familiar. It isn't the temporary room he had been assigned during the Separatist War, the one he rarely spent time in, given the constantly busy nature of his life at the time, but the room he had once he became a Knight. The one he had been moved into as a young man, the room he had viewed as home for a very long time. His sleeping couch is plain, comfortable, but simple, and Obi-Wan pushes back the blankets to sit up, looking around in wonder at where he's found himself.
Behind a panel, his bookshelves. Tucked into the wall, his desk. His journal is set on one corner of the desk, his pen lying beside it. Behind another panel is his wardrobe and Obi-Wan pushes it open to view the robes inside.
Based on what he knows of the galaxy after his arrival in Darrow, the temple shouldn't exist in this state. If he reaches out within the Force, he can sense the other Jedi. The younglings. Padawans. Madame Jacosta, always such a strong presence, alive and well. It must be a dream. Impossible. All the Jedi, from what he knows, have been killed.
By his Padawan.
Obi-Wan hears the pain in his thought, accepts it, and lets it go. Then he heads from his inner chamber, into the shared space of the Knight dormitories, wondering who he might see.
