Santa clearly made a mistake at some point in his life, but he’s not sure when or what exactly it was.
It might have been last week, complaining in front of Anko about his desire for more exciting missions. It might have been four years ago when he joined T&I on a more permanent basis.
It might very well have been this morning when he, ever so foolishly, walked within Ibiki’s line of sight and got drafted into what is, admittedly, already turning out to be a bizarre yet exciting mission.
He’s still not entirely convinced this isn’t some extensive genjutsu or psychotropic poison that Anko has surreptitiously dosed him with: there are aliens and off-planet travel and apparently the Nara Clan Head’s wife is some kind of space warrior and he doesn’t know what he did to end up here and now.
This is the sort of stuff that should be in kid’s manga, not real life!
(Not that Santa still reads manga or has a collection in his apartment or a subscription to the monthly serials, no way.)
Then again, he has heard rumors about the kind of missions that the Nara Clan Head’s daughter gets up to…
(and it’s an open secret in the Yamanaka clan about what happened to Ino-sama)
… well, he just made this mission even more horrifying for himself.
Focus, Santa. If he’s going to be a jounin one day, that means going on bizarre and horrifying missions with a sense of dignity.
And, frankly, better this than watching over the newest generation of Yamanaka, young and fearless and newly trained in the mind arts. And inexplicably fond of Ibiki…
So, yes, Santa has made a mistake to end up here, but it’s not the worst mistake he’s ever made.
Chewie grumbles, discontent and loud, and Han rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, I already know, buddy,” he mutters, going through post-jump protocols, “But this isn’t the worst mistake we’ve ever made.”
Chewie snorts a disagreement.
“There were those Klatooinian mercenaries that weren’t exactly happy with us after you–”
A howl, denial and reprimand both.
Han smirks, “And you have to admit, for a prison that one was pretty nice. Three squares, clean and comfortable. No beatings from the guards…”
Chewie’s grumbles again, still discontent but less loud.
“… I could do without the two extra passengers, too, but a paycheck is a paycheck, am I right?”
Silence reigns over the cockpit. Han doesn’t need to look at him to know that Chewie’s expression is that of sheer skepticism.
It’s not the first time that Han’s eyes have been bigger than both of their stomachs–which is saying a lot considering the size of Wookie stomachs–but this is the first time their cargo has been so blatantly against Imperial laws.
Both of them are old enough to remember the Clone Wars, the fall of the Jedi and the Republic both–Kenobi and Skywalker aren’t exactly names hard to forget.
And having two sentients from a planet that’s not on any known record?
He’s made worse mistakes, sure, but that probably depends on the criteria being used.
Obi-Wan has made a great many number of mistakes in his long life and, no doubt, he will make more before he finally becomes one with the Force. But this, he is quite sure, is not one of them.
If anything, this feels like atonement.
He ponders the thought, watching young Luke training against the blaster orb. Watching Yoshino’s young companion watch the same.
Little Yoshino. Bant’s only padawan. He had thought her overly demanding, waiting so long for a padawan that she liked.
He had only thought of his own time as an initiate–so close to aging out–then his own time as a master, padawan inherited rather than chosen for himself.
How foolish he had been, yet thinking himself wise; blinded by his own hubris.
But now he sees clearly, or at the very least he hopes so, hopes the Force will guide him and he will properly listen.
He has made many mistakes. He hopes he can live to see some of them corrected.
A/N: Santa’s POV for @book14reader 🙂