"Sentimental we are not, but I believe in paying debts." It was a lesson he had learned rather early in life; when it came to trade, Jedi made up for what they lacked in physical possessions with knowledge and rumor from their travel. They were a group spread to the furthest reaches of the galaxy and beyond, they knew and witnessed things very few ever would and Obi-Wan knew how to horde that information for when he would need it most. And favors were just as common, if not more reliable, a source of currency (easier to verify and harder to prove false).

"And I would not recommend it." Pain immediately flared from where they made contact and—in a move he hoped wasn't overly offensive—he slid away from the hand in favor of the stony wall behind him. It wasn't fear that pushed him back, if Feral had wanted him dead then he would have been far easier to kill some five minutes ago, but the unease of being weak around someone still so estranged to him.

"I have people coming. It's best you're out of the system before they get here." It was spoken before Obi-Wan could have thought better of it. "But don't worry, you will have your favor. We Jedi aren't known for being stationary beings and I have a feeling our paths will cross again." Another deep breath and he leaned back against the chilled cliff side; it was just enough to keep him from dry heaving all the dust from his stomach (a small blessing, but he wasn't sure he would ever be able to live past vomiting on the brother of a Sith he'd tried many times to kill).

"After all, I fear we are in the same line of business."

"I thought Jedi weren't meant to be sentimental."

The man's legs give out again and Feral manages to catch his shoulder; one arm looping under his chest to keep him from kissing the dirt. Kenobi's a far cry from the composed, tidy peace-keeper he'd met on Florrum. Feral's traded rags for travel-beaten gear, blunt hand-to-hand weapons for a couple of rifle blasters. And his scowl is replaced with a wry, if startled, grin.

He can't help it, and its good he can't see his reflection; he looks almost boyish in his good humor.

"You'd better save me within the day then, Kenobi," he hauls him upright, wondering if slinging an arm around his shoulder is too presumptuous, too much help. Let's see if he can keep upright without vomiting, then decide.

"I don't intend to linger and enjoy the scenery."

"I am not inclined to believe a word you say and your vague story is not helping any." Obi-Wan knew he was acting rather uncivil, but he felt it justified in light of his own quarters now being tossed off the list of safe and defensible locations. How foolish it had been of him to let down his guard while behind a set of locked durasteel doors, surrounded by dozens of combat trained (former) soldiers, in a ship traveling through an underused hyperlane at the edge of Wild Space territory. It was a daunting thought—how someone would be able to slip inside and past the guard unnoticed—and one almost reason enough to believe the man's story of suddenly manifesting without his free will.

Against all better judgement, the lightsaber in his palm was powered down and returned to its clip, opposite its twin hilt. Jedi duels were not suited toward enclosed spaces (let alone ones with only so many layers between them and endless galaxy) and the vibroblade tucked under his mattress was just as likely to win him a duel, and without the loss of any limbs.

"But . . . you do not feel of darkness. I expect I do not either, and you seem to believe my innocence, so I should offer you the same." It was difficult to imagine what trap he could be falling for, his duplicate was no vision from the Force and he was without enemies capable of tricking him to such an extreme regard. Once, not too long ago, yes, but the Sith were now without power and without reason to attack him directly. "Do you - is this familiar? Do you know where we are?"

though obi-wan's own hand drifts toward the lightsaber still dangling from his belt , he does not draw it. he would prefer to , but it is best not to risk making the situation worse , so he stands , frame tensed , ready to respond to any advance his mirror image might make.

oh , he senses the prodding at his signature , and has to fight the immediate instinct to throw the disconcertingly familiar presence from his mind. he uses the opportunity to do a little cautious prodding of his own , strengthening his shields as the other presence withdraws. his hand twitches a little closer to the hilt of his saber , the movement subconscious.

" i do not know. there was -- an artifact. i touched it , and the next thing i knew , i was here. " all true , and the most information he can offer. he had opened his eyes to surroundings that are familiar but subtly different from those he had been in seconds before , a disorienting and vaguely unpleasant experience.

every time you post about obi-wan biting someone's ear off all I can think is someone going "NO DON'T SWALLOW THAT--" like with a dog and that's not the vibe but it is very funny

Obi is so offended??????? he swears he does not threaten to bite people this much??????

Your muse witnessing Obi fight dirty i.e. he lost his lightsaber and is bashing someone's head in with a rock or biting their ear off

Attending a fancy event for Political Reasons and Obi over explains everything and everyone (also Obi loves the tiny appetizers)

"Jedi don't kill" but Obi-Wan will kill for every clone in the 212th

wishlist threads??

ask Obi-Wan why he feels he personally owes at least 4 debts to the entire Mandalore system

let Obi care for your injured character, he will give you the ugliest stitches you have ever seen and exhaust himself trying to Force Heal

He Needs To Talk About Umbara (but there are so very few people he feels like he is able to/would be safe enough to)

Obi getting captured by someone, then making eye contact with your muse who was also captured/undercover, and they just stare at each other like 👁️👄👁️

Obi-Wan's night vision being useful for once

or just any of his inhuman biology being useful for once

He needs to cry about how badly he raised Anakin and how selfish he was to promise Qui-Gon he would

Try to get him to say anything about Stewjon that isn't bullshit he just made up

People getting mad at Obi for things the Jedi Order, his lineage, his men, or his allies have done and Obi just accepting the blame for it

His creche clan !!! Jedi culture !!!!! he would love to explain shit and gush over his besties !!!

Get him to admit he's scared of disobeying the senate because he thinks the entire Jedi Order would bear the consequences (and also he's scared of being taken away from the 212th)

"Why do you flirt with your enemies" "flirt? that's not flirting, i'll show you real flirting" *proceeds to say the most horny vulgar thing you've ever heard*

Obi saying, "let me get my disguise" and comes back looking like this:

Clueless (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

"Not enough, apparently. You better be onboard when I get back." Obi-Wan did not wait for a reply before turning heel in the opposite direction, practically hearing how frustrated his men would be at the sight of him running deeper into the corridors of a human smuggling ship. It wasn't a particularly impressive vessel, lacking in both size and security, and he highly suspected the price for hiring the amount of people necessary to abduct a Mandalorian delved heavily into their budget for transport. Fortunately, there weren't many rooms he'd left unchecked, having already broken down the doors to most in his hasty search and leaving a handful secured—now blocked from the outside by broken metal panels—with the former crew inside.

Obi-Wan knew his morals had been loosening since the beginning of the war and while he could have justified killing those who stood between him and his men, he wasn't quite ready to allow that same right to Jango Fett or anyone else. Yet still, he hadn't gone out of his way to not kill everyone. Hired hands or not, every person he'd fought was a vile criminal—the worst kind imaginable—and they had taken their lives into their own hands the moment they'd decided to take others' as well. To the Republic, slavery was a layered and intricate concern, one they had never been able to fully tackle without fear of violent and large-scale retaliation (likely, something akin to the civil war they were already in the midst of fighting). For as long as Obi-Wan had been alive, it had been a rampant and growing crisis, one he had been made brutally aware of by the hands of his own padawan brother, and his intolerance for inaction had only grown with age. So many of his loved ones had lived life being treated like cattle (still practically did) and he was only able to witness so much of it before his lesser half decided he wasn't beneath killing slavers, especially when he could justify it with the thought of how many future victims he would be sparing.

Perhaps it had been foolish of him to not check the dedicated storage spaces when first arriving, because even people dumb enough to kidnap a bounty hunter knew better than to not keep them in anything but a proper cell, but he regretted it now as he circled back for a few pieces of scrap metal (albeit, very expensive and sentimental scrap metal). Small a ship as it was, there was only one hangar space left to look as the other currently hosted his own fighter. If the armor wasn't there then it wouldn't be anywhere and he was moving too slow—too cautiously—to risk looking anywhere else before escaping. It hadn't nearly been ten minutes, but he doubted Fett hadn't found his way aboard his ship yet (lest he was dead), so in a move he could also hear his men scolding him for, he extended his presence into the overhead lighting's system, imagining the mess of wires being a plug he could simply pull, and watched as the hallway fell into darkness, the world now appearing in shades of grey and green.

Hopefully, it wouldn't give the other man a heart attack, but now Obi-Wan was able to move freely and quickly without fear of being easily spotted. The second hangar's door was, blessedly, already open with emergency floodlights flickering just beyond the entrance. Unlike the rest of the ship, which had mostly been free from clutter to make for easy patrols, the hangar was a disorganized and half-hazard collection of trophies. Trophies taken from their victim's before selling them off, or at least, just the things that wouldn't be worth the effort pawning them. It was mostly trinkets, clothing, weapons, and what could have been fragments of broken jewelry scattered across the floor surrounding a loosely made pile of armor. Beskar, thankfully, which meant he would not have to return to a beaten and even more frustrated Fett.

Despite his newly acquired (rather uncomfortable and loud) amount of weight, the journey back to his ship went unchallenged with no familiar faces jumping in his way. He wasn't sure if it was because the rest of the living had been killed or if the crew had given up trying to navigate in the dark, opting to fix the problem before hunting down their missing prisoner. Either way, he found himself grateful, even more so when he actually spotted his ship, now humming with life, but still parked on the ground. Obi-Wan hadn't truly thought he'd be abandoned, but he wouldn't have put it past Fett to leave him behind in favor of returning home to his son and safety.

"Oh, good. You survived." It was spoken before even setting foot on the ramp, Fett's presence was simmering in the Force and probably strong enough to feel from the closest planet. "I brought you a gift."

The Mandalorian raised a brow, one hand raising to wipe the blood from his busted nose. He must be a sight...capturing him alive had cost the slavers dearly, but it hadn't been easy on him either. Still...bad as it looked, he was confident he could manage. And the offer was...odd. Or...at least, it was...strange, to be offered that.

The touch was also...a strange thing. No one touched him, no one except Boba. A sobering, maybe even sad thought, but a reality he knew how to live with. But, it was obviously not an attack, and so the hunter didn't react beyond a slight flicker of his eyes to the pale hand on his dark skin.

"I'll survive, Kenobi. I've lived through worse, with no back-up." He just wasn't getting younger. Time, unfortunately, marched on, heedless of a man's pride. "...but I. Appreciate the offer." And he did. lying was not something Jango had ever been especially fond of, though he could do so when need arose. This was hardly one of those times.

A simple man he might be...but politeness had its place, and this was certainly one of those times, in a strange twist.

"How uncomfortable." The 212th were not going to receive this news very well, likely even more so when he would be unable to tell them just who his source was. Obi-Wan knew how dangerous it was to be the only of a kind out in the galaxy, and while the man might have looked near-human enough, it wasn't difficult to pick out all the elements where he lacked. His Ghost Company would see through him in a heartbeat.

"Well, you know their origins, do you also know how to stop them?" Kill, preferably, but he was keeping his hopes in check (and, as a Jedi, it should have been his priority to keep the creatures alive, parasitic or not). "Or . . . perhaps a deterrent? In essence, they're just an animal yes? Surely, there must be a way to ward them off."

Regulus shakes his head. Maybe it was best to share things with this man. This human. The Cervid was fiddling his fingers , and he just shakes his head. “ No, they’re from another planet, they swim in these pools which are dark, and they are basically blind. They can only see or feel if they.."

Regulus almost wanted to not talk about it. Cause it was wrong, it seemed wrong in the Prince's eyes. The dark haired prince relaxed. If this was going to help this man and whatever he needed information, Reg will help. " They crawl into the ear of another being and take over their minds.. taking control of their every move." He felt as if he needed to explain it. He needed to. The Cervid frowned. He was not sure how this man will handle this information.

wishlist threads??

ask Obi-Wan why he feels he personally owes at least 4 debts to the entire Mandalore system

let Obi care for your injured character, he will give you the ugliest stitches you have ever seen and exhaust himself trying to Force Heal

He Needs To Talk About Umbara (but there are so very few people he feels like he is able to/would be safe enough to)

Obi getting captured by someone, then making eye contact with your muse who was also captured/undercover, and they just stare at each other like 👁️👄👁️

Obi-Wan's night vision being useful for once

or just any of his inhuman biology being useful for once

He needs to cry about how badly he raised Anakin and how selfish he was to promise Qui-Gon he would

Try to get him to say anything about Stewjon that isn't bullshit he just made up

People getting mad at Obi for things the Jedi Order, his lineage, his men, or his allies have done and Obi just accepting the blame for it

His creche clan !!! Jedi culture !!!!! he would love to explain shit and gush over his besties !!!

Get him to admit he's scared of disobeying the senate because he thinks the entire Jedi Order would bear the consequences (and also he's scared of being taken away from the 212th)

"Why do you flirt with your enemies" "flirt? that's not flirting, i'll show you real flirting" *proceeds to say the most horny vulgar thing you've ever heard*

Obi saying, "let me get my disguise" and comes back looking like this:

"Just weaponry?" He doesn't mean to sound skeptical, but he doubts the youngling will offer him all his information outright and unprompted. It is a difficult thing, to turn on family, and Obi-Wan is willing to be patient so long as no lives are immediately in danger. "I bet he found himself quite profitable during war times. Other cartels, worried civilians, maybe even some planetary governments?"

there's hesitation, there's always hesitation. of course, this was a creature running on fear and sleep deprivation, now a stowaway on a stranger's ship -- he was fully aware of the possible trouble. his nose scrunches up. "my father." the zygerrian admits quietly. there's a level of guilt to his tone, enough self awareness to feel it.

he notes the lightsaber, and looks away with a frown. there's a little reassurance, and his shoulders droop. a soft sigh. "he's been importing weaponry for as long as i can remember. really, he's got a whole monopoly going."

“This is definitely inappropriate use of the Force-“

“-just take the picture!”

“Fine! Come here shortstacks!”

“Smile!”

-

Shortly after Bant and Obi-Wan threw Vos into a pond for calling them short.

okay, but what if his lightsabers felt ice cold

obi-wan's element is ice and i cannot elaborate further

i worked so hard on this and i don't want to talk about it

@capthcwzer / snarter call.

"Well, I've certainly felt less unwelcome before." There were countless of planets less friendly Ryloth—places which received the same lacking attention from the inner core—and only saw any outreach when there was something to be gained in return. But where others held animosity, Ryloth seemed to move forward with a reluctant acceptance. They were a society who collectively understand how the Republic had brought upon most of their modern problems and that, unfortunately, the Republic was also their best chance at solving them; even if solving just looked uncannily like pulling away after helping to end the civil unrest. He also took comfort in knowing the Clones had been better received than any Coruscanti ambassador sent before them; Cody himself had even described their relationship with the locals as more than cordial (a string of words he had never known his commander to say).

"But what of you and your men, Captain? Have you all been . . . alright here?" Obi-Wan had been told the man's chosen name, but it felt awfully improper to use it without permission. "Been learning the language at all?"

Obi-wan Kenobi’s Sh*t Eating Grin

The Clone Wars 3.18 | The Citadel

"Ghost-like beings? What ever does that even mean?" It was a title he was sure Master Yoda would despise, the strange middle ground between life and the after that the Jedi were always told didn't exist. And it would be a lie to say Obi-Wan felt any better about it, still not quite knowing how to think after being presented with at least two separate visions of his late Master.

"In the most respectful way possible, I am starting to see why people don't . . . speak about or visit your planet." Isolated and terrifying, just like Dathomir. "I don't know much about my birth planet, but I know we have a similar ritual for those who have passed on. To help them go into the stars."

back  home,  the  dead  is  treated  with  respect,  and  the  belief  of  ghosts  and  the  afterlife  was  also  a  thing  too.    caspian  knew  he  had  to  keep  on  training  with  his  friend,  even  if  he  was  tired.   the  loboan  was  back  in  his  human  form,  and  he  was  wanting  to  remain  in  his  human  form  for  now.   "   well  we  do  not  do  any  summoning  things,  we  do  have  a  ritual  when  preparing  our  fellow  lobo  for  the  stars,  i  will  not  get  into  detail." 

 cause  many  loboans  have  their  own  ways  of  doing  that.  he  begins  to  walk  alongside  his  new  friend.   "   we  do  have  neighboring  planet  that  is  home  to  ghost  like  beings  ,  they  are  called  ectonurites.   they  are  freaky  enough."   he  remembered  seeing  one  up close,  it  was  a  nightmare  fuel.   the  dark  haired  wolf  frowned  and  he  shrugged.