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kippurbirdWork? Bah! I need no work. I need to spam my friends list with stuff! This time story bits.
"You're alive?" Obi-Wan breathed into the communicator, surprise leaking out. Crackling static followed and for a moment he wondered if he had just heard her voice.
"Yes... barely," she replied, sounding frightened and confused. "What's going on? Every thing's gone crazy out here! The Clone Troopers just started shooting everyone! I barely made it into the forests with a few others."
Now he didn't answer. Order 66. Why did he think that it would only effect the Jedi and not everyone associated with it? He saw what happened at the Temple where not even the younglings were spared.
"Obi-Wan?" she asked, voice trembling and staticy. He could see her in his mind, face dirt smudged, as always, with that fly away hair. Probably singed and hurt from the soldier's blasters. Looking to him for help. He was the Jedi after all. He was supposed to protect. And look how well he did that.
"I can't explain it, beyond the dark side," he said finally. "You're just going to have to hide and hope for the best." He could feel Yoda looking at him, though he couldn't tell if the old master disproved of the conversation. Still, best to cut it off. They could trace the signal. "I have to go."
Why had that been so hard to say? Just four little words. He'd said it to her before.
"You're coming right? To get us?" To get her. No, he knew she meant 'us' the other survivors. He pushed down the sudden desire to say,'yes I'm coming. I'm going to rescue you.' "You" as in her. Not "you" as in them.
"I have to go," he repeated and then shut off the communicator before she could reply. And then, before anyone else could say anything, to comfort, to tell him did the right thing, he left the room.
As Jedi, he did the right thing.
But as a friend, as a lover, he didn't.
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Brenith started awake as Kaylin scrambled from their blankets reaching for his bow. He saw his lover vanish into the trees, his silvering red hair flashing briefly in the moonlight before he completely vanished. He saw an arrow near the fire that had burned down to the coals and didn't recognize it as his or Kaylin's. Another one joined it, this time pining his blankets. Grabbing his own bow, he followed Kaylin's example and tried to disappear into the trees.
The arrows had come from the north. Judging from how he saw the second arrow fall, he calculated where the archers might be and steadily headed in their direction. He knew Kaylin would be doing the same. After being together for fifty years, they had gotten to know each other quite well.
As he walked, he tried to figure out why they were being attacked. It didn't seem like bandits, as they would have tried to kill them in their sleep instead of shooting arrows at them. So, they must want them alive... for some particular reason. For Kaylin's bow. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to take it from him.
Still... why didn't they just try and kill them while they slept?
He heard noise ahead of him. Through the trees he saw a group of men around a fire. Moving closer to see better, he also saw a group of children huddled together looking frightened.
Odd. Strange.
And then Kaylin stepped out.
"You're alive?" Obi-Wan breathed into the communicator, surprise leaking out. Crackling static followed and for a moment he wondered if he had just heard her voice.
"Yes... barely," she replied, sounding frightened and confused. "What's going on? Every thing's gone crazy out here! The Clone Troopers just started shooting everyone! I barely made it into the forests with a few others."
Now he didn't answer. Order 66. Why did he think that it would only effect the Jedi and not everyone associated with it? He saw what happened at the Temple where not even the younglings were spared.
"Obi-Wan?" she asked, voice trembling and staticy. He could see her in his mind, face dirt smudged, as always, with that fly away hair. Probably singed and hurt from the soldier's blasters. Looking to him for help. He was the Jedi after all. He was supposed to protect. And look how well he did that.
"I can't explain it, beyond the dark side," he said finally. "You're just going to have to hide and hope for the best." He could feel Yoda looking at him, though he couldn't tell if the old master disproved of the conversation. Still, best to cut it off. They could trace the signal. "I have to go."
Why had that been so hard to say? Just four little words. He'd said it to her before.
"You're coming right? To get us?" To get her. No, he knew she meant 'us' the other survivors. He pushed down the sudden desire to say,'yes I'm coming. I'm going to rescue you.' "You" as in her. Not "you" as in them.
"I have to go," he repeated and then shut off the communicator before she could reply. And then, before anyone else could say anything, to comfort, to tell him did the right thing, he left the room.
As Jedi, he did the right thing.
But as a friend, as a lover, he didn't.
------
Brenith started awake as Kaylin scrambled from their blankets reaching for his bow. He saw his lover vanish into the trees, his silvering red hair flashing briefly in the moonlight before he completely vanished. He saw an arrow near the fire that had burned down to the coals and didn't recognize it as his or Kaylin's. Another one joined it, this time pining his blankets. Grabbing his own bow, he followed Kaylin's example and tried to disappear into the trees.
The arrows had come from the north. Judging from how he saw the second arrow fall, he calculated where the archers might be and steadily headed in their direction. He knew Kaylin would be doing the same. After being together for fifty years, they had gotten to know each other quite well.
As he walked, he tried to figure out why they were being attacked. It didn't seem like bandits, as they would have tried to kill them in their sleep instead of shooting arrows at them. So, they must want them alive... for some particular reason. For Kaylin's bow. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to take it from him.
Still... why didn't they just try and kill them while they slept?
He heard noise ahead of him. Through the trees he saw a group of men around a fire. Moving closer to see better, he also saw a group of children huddled together looking frightened.
Odd. Strange.
And then Kaylin stepped out.
