Stars Also Dream, 10/? (2017-01-09)

interlude II

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 🙂

Missed Post (2017-01-08)

GOOD NEWS: Just finished watching Rogue One in theaters by myself. (Like, literally, I was the only one sitting in that theater and I walked around during the previews and tried out different seats. Gotta find that optimal spot, yo)

Which has, thankfully, rekindled the spark I need for Stars Also Dream so look forward to that.

BAD NEWS: I just finished watching Rogue One in theaters by myself and there’s less than five minutes to midnight so I will not be writing anything for today’s post.

Additionally, while this has rekindled the spark I need for Stars Also Dream there are SO MANY THINGS I need to process because what do I incorporate? What do I not incorporate? (Also, stardust heart? Like… whoa! Did I call that or what? Then again, I also shot myself in the foot with the timeline because IT’S ALL OVER BEFORE YOSHINO GETS OFF PLANET)

Is it wrong of me to kind of wish that they had walked right passed Shikako’s team (completely by way of a Team 7-style accident, of course), and she did a spit-take of some kind and sputtered out “Obi-Wan Kenobi!?” in absolute shock? Like, I really like the story you seem to be gearing up to tell (and I don’t want to come across as telling you to change it, I’m not, Stars Also Dream is super cool), but that’s the mental image I get every time you update the story.

I understand that wish, anon. It’d definitely be an entertaining story (if not quite the story I want to write), because then it’d be Yoshino and Shikako staring at each other like… “Shikako, how do you know what Obi-Wan Kenobi looks like?” and “OMG Mum, are you a Jedi?” and it’d be a delightful clash of both of their greatest secrets. 😀

Stars Also Dream, 9/? (2016-11-23)

The first part of the journey is a hesitant, careful maneuvering of eight sentients in a ship meant for significantly less people. It certainly doesn’t help that they’re all strangers…

… and that four of them were, until recently, incarcerated by two others’ village.

And so, for the beginning of the journey, the small clusters stay separate for the most part: the smuggler captain and his Wookie XO grouchily trying to ignore their passengers, the royal droids conferring to each other in binary beeping and scandalized tones, the Jedi Master training the young Force sensitive, and you talking Santa-kun through his first off planet mission.

On the surface, he appears to take everything in stride, but you can’t help but notice his increasingly frazzled expression and how he keeps disrupting his chakra as if to shake off a genjutsu.

Well, you can hardly blame him–no doubt his definition of a long distance mission was vastly different when he woke up. Thankfully, he is a quick study, especially with such unassailable evidence, and you are confident that he will do his clan and village proud.

Now it’s time for you to do the same.

Master Kenobi has not lied to you–this, you can be sure of–but you’re also certain that he hasn’t told you the entire truth either. There are some things that The Negotiator is keeping close to his chest and you can respect that.

But you’re not going to just sit to the side and wait for things to happen around you.

Santa-kun does what Yamanakas in strange situations do best–adapt and extract information and cause distractions–involving himself in the most pertinent conversation and leaving you free to do some reconnaissance of your own.

He does have relevant questions for Master Kenobi, and for all that Santa-kun will never be able to use the Force, it’s beneficial for him to learn the theory behind it alongside young Luke.

Young Luke. A Force sensitive boy the same age as the fall of the Republic with the last name Skywalker.

You may have run away from your past, but that doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten it: the last Force sensitive Skywalker left a significant change on the galaxy.

You know Master Kenobi must be training this one to put the matter to rights.

You’ve forgotten how frustrating protocol droids could be–or perhaps this one in particular is especially aggravating–not that there was much need to interact with them in the Jedi Order.

The R2 unit, on the other hand, you’re pretty sure would be an information gold mine if he weren’t so damned suspicious. Then again, you are best friends with Ibiki, so it’s not like this is entirely unfamiliar.

It’s true that the planet you’ve made your home is behind in terms of technology than the rest of the galaxy–whatever made it near invisible and the perfect sanctuary, also isolating it–and as a Jedi padawan, tech was never a high priority in your training, but these droids are quite old and… almost familiar.

You shake off the feeling. After all, droids aren’t connected to the Force.

With some cajoling, the R2 unit plays the princess’ message and, with hardly any prompting, the protocol droid goes on in length about what happened to them afterwards. It matches what Master Kenobi has said, true, but you think the R2 unit has more to add to the story.

“What about Luke?” you try asking, getting a resentful whistle and a whole load of empty chatter for your effort.

“What about Anakin Skywalker’s child?” you try again, rephrasing the question–the protocol droid seems honestly confused, but the R2 unit beeps in what you’ve learned to interpret as shock.

It’s confirmation, but not quite what you were expecting. Not completely.

“What about Anakin’s… children?” you ask once more, enjoying the way the R2 unit’s light blink at being caught out, right before a world ends.

All of Alderaan screams, billions of voice crying out one last time before being extinguished.

The death of a planet in a matter of moments.

~

A/N: … DUN DUN DUUUUUUUNNNNNN

Post Word Count: 673, Running Word Count: 8584

Ask Box Three Sentence Fic, 14/? (2016-11-08)

(1 – anonymous – Team Seven, any!AU, fluffy… @eatthemallplease’s creature!AU)

Shikako gasps softly, fingers brushing against the downy feathers along the nape of Sasuke’s neck–he sits stiffly, displeased, but reluctantly lets her continue.

“Naruto, come here!” she calls, waving their third teammate closer, his grin and wagging tail far too amused.

“We’re all fluffy!”

(2 – anonymous – Team Seven, fluffy family/platonic cuddling… same creature!AU)

“Ow, ow, ow,” Sasuke complains, completely deadpan, “You’re on my wing, dead last.”

“Yeah, well, Shikako’s antlers are jabbing me in the neck,” Naruto shoots back, shifting around, ears flat against his head.

“Sorry,” she mutters, rearing her head back and out of the way–at least this isn’t as bad as that one time she and Shikamaru accidentally locked antlers as children and had to wait for Dad to come home to untangle them.

(3 – anonymous – Shikako & Ino, Take A Step That Is New ‘verse, Ino’s first date with Sakura)

“What do you think: this dress or this one?” Ino asks, uncharacteristically nervous, holding up two hangers for Shikako’s judgement.

“Um…” Shikako says, glancing between the dresses and the screen divider splitting Ino’s room in half, “I think Sakura will like either of them?”

Ino groans, discarding both of them and diving back into her closet–and Shikako takes the opportunity to go around the screen divider and join Sakura who is waiting, sitting with a pleased blush on her face.

(4 – @donapoetrypassion – Shikamaru & Yoshino, Stars Also Dream ‘verse, something he gets from his mother)

Shikamaru truly is his father’s son, a Nara through and through, a good heir to the clan–but that does not mean he hasn’t inherited anything from you.

You see it in his eyes, in his actions, the way he holds the few people he loves close and dearly, possessive of the few he lets through his barriers.

Shikako can make friends easily, connecting with them, not just the shallow amiability you perform; but you and your son play for keeps.

(5 – anonymous – Shikako/??, dark side of the moon)

She stares up at the sky, a thought nagging away at her that she can’t quite articulate.

A pair of arms curl around her: part of her wants to just lean into the embrace, to close her eyes and turn away and enjoy how happy she is now.

Another part of her knows something isn’t quite right.

~

A/N: Lalalala Infinite Tsukuyomi ;D

Post Word Count: 335, Running Word Count: 2774

Shikako, Stars Also Dream-verse, “Jedi exist – oh fml” rant (same SAD anon, thanks for the first one! XD)

You’re welcome, anon! Glad you like that series 🙂

Unfortunately, Shikako finding out the truth of Jedi/her mum being one is kind of an important plot/emotional point (or, at least, I’m hoping it will be) in SAD so I don’t think I’ll be filling it here for the Three-Sentence-Fic-Meme. Thanks for the prompt, though, you can send in a different one if you’d like?

Ask Box Three Sentence Fic, 13/? (2016-11-07)

(1 – anonymous – Team Seven, Ghostbusters!AU, crazy tech that’s ‘probably’ safe)

“It’s a ghost vacuum,” Shikako explains of the series of tubes and canisters that Naruto prods curiously, “It has a ninety six percent chance of siphoning and containing a ghost possessing anything, even a person.”

“What’s the other four percent?” Sasuke asks dubiously.

Shikako grins, wide and completely suspicious, “Well… it might just suck out the user’s soul instead–but that’s within the margin of error, so the ghost vacuum is totally safe!”

(2 – anonymous – Shikako & Yoshino, Stars Also Dream ‘verse, Yoshino tries out Shikako’s ‘lightsaber’)

As far as your daughter is concerned, you are not a kenjutsu specialist, but she see’s no harm in letting you try out her newest sword.

It activates with an eerily similar sound, but no accompanying vibration in the Force–fuinjutsu, not crystals, and your daughter didn’t make it herself, but you think the yellow blade suits her.

You deactivate and return it after a moment, hand clenching around emptiness: nothing will compare to your own lightsaber.

(3 – anonymous – Sakako & Itachi, Walking Around ‘verse, fluffy)

Dad summons hawks, Mum summons deer–even if the deer contract didn’t have to go back to the Nara clan, neither of them feel right to her.

Itachi-oji sits beside her on the veranda, calm and translucent like the steam rising from her tea cup.

Silence is as much a part of their relationship as talking; after a few minutes, Itachi-oji suggests, “What about cats?”

(4 – anonymous – Shikako & Chiyako, admiration)

It’s not too surprising, really, admiration for childhood heroes turning into respect as she gets older.

Shikako-nee is kind and smart and strong, a credit to the village and her clan, a good role model for a young girl, even the future Aburame matriarch.

Chiyako keeps the friendship bracelet long after the thread has worn away.

(5 – anonymous – Academy Teacher Shino, Next Gen DoS, landscape changing legacy)

Shino comes to the Academy early in the morning to prepare for the day, a bit of calm before the chaos that makes up his class.

Amusingly, he knows many of this class comes by it naturally: the children of his friends, all of whom have less than orderly dispositions.

He chuckles, sound muffled by the collar of his coat, bringing out the detailed map of the Elemental Nations–today’s lesson is about his friends’ other legacies.

~

A/N: I think I’d like to slow down on the Three Sentence Fic Meme for now, maybe only one or two more installments, so put your last prompt in the askbox today.

Post Word Count: 344, Running Word Count: 2439

Stars Also Dream, 8/? (2016-10-09)

There is something to be said about the man who can, without any enhancing blood limit, become the head of T&I for a hidden village as large and as prosperous as Konoha. Ibiki is impressive: he’s patient and smart and–as the horrific scars from literal weeks of torture will attest to–so damned loyal; you know you’re lucky that he’s your best friend

He’s also stubborn and secretly sassy and an occasional pain in the ass.

“No,” Ibiki says, simply, as if you were asking him if he had any plans for the weekend and not, in actuality, telling him that you’re requesting yourself for a solo mission off-planet. Honestly, as if you’re being difficult–he’s let you get away with much worse.

“I’m the only one who is qualified for this,” you argue because factually this is true. Who else has all the relevant information, abilities, and history for this?

(Your daughter, maybe, has two out of the three, but you’d rather die than put one of your precious miracles in the Empire’s crosshairs.)

“No,” he repeats, walking ahead of you through the hallway, the tail of his silly overcoat flapping with every step. On either side of you, intel nin stop and stare or hastily bow, as if Ibiki were the Hokage herself and not the dork who, at seventeen, cried from too spicy curry and still picks corn out from a dish before eating it.

“But-”

“No.”

You’d smack him, but this is his place of work and you wouldn’t want to undermine his authority. Also, he’d take it as a sign that he’s winning.

Instead, you circle around to the front and stop, facing him with a watery-eyed pout. You know what you look like, with your small frame and pink blouse and wide eyes, and while Ibiki is far too familiar with you to fall for it, that doesn’t mean the other intel nin won’t.

Ibiki’s eyes narrow, irritated but reluctantly impressed, because he knows that he’s been outmaneuvered. Intel nin are–when it doesn’t concern work–absolute gossips, and the Head of T&I bullying the Jounin Commander’s wife is something that will easily make rounds.

He doesn’t sigh–Ibiki is much too controlled for that–but his mouth twists for a brief moment before he says, “My office, then.”

Which, in this case, basically means yes.

A lot goes on in Konoha that the Jounin Commander doesn’t know about. It’s not a slight against your husband or his capabilities, but considering the sheer number of shinobi, not to mention the many departments and their functions, it’d be impossible to expect one person to know about everything.

Of course, the Hokage is expected to do just that, but she has a retinue of department heads and commanders and assistants at her beck and call–delegation is a fantastic thing. In most cases, the Hokage keeps a loose leash on her underlings, trusting them to do their jobs to the best of their ability. In fact, its only in rare cases–such as your daughter’s genin team–that she gets involved in the minutiae of the shinobi under her command.

The existence of life on other planets no longer counts as minutiae.

Ibiki can keep some things secret from your husband: careful interpretation of jurisdiction motivated by the somewhat muted panic thrumming under your skin– 

(He’s always been able to read you just as well as you read him)

–but he won’t keep secrets from the Hokage: that way lies corruption.

You know quite well what results when corruption poisons a government.

But you’re still wary when you and Ibiki enter the Hokage’s office–a place you’ve not so much avoided as tried not to intrude upon–a hold over from your paranoid teenage years, so keenly aware of your status as an illegal alien… literally. You’re lucky Ibiki is letting you in on the meeting, never mind that you are the expert in this case, but your nerves are still wound tight.

“Figures,” Tsunade-sama says with a sigh, dropping her chin into her hand with almost elegant exasperation, “I knew your daughter had to have come by it naturally, and Nara aren’t exactly known for being harbingers of chaos.”

A slight exaggeration, but not wrong–the similarities between you and your daughter are legion.

“Go on,” she says, lazy wave of her other hand, “Let’s see how the original holds up in terms of bizarreness.”

It’s too fond to be insulting, and in this influx of memories from the past, you’re almost grateful for it. Grateful that your family has endeared themselves to the Hokage. Grateful for the way Tsunade-sama listens, analyzing yet understanding. Grateful for the way Ibiki stands beside you, as supportive and solid as always.

Grateful for the reminder of your present: you are a wife and a mother, a soldier and a friend, a shinobi of Konoha and proud to be all these things.

Ibiki doesn’t understand why you want to keep your past a secret from your family, but he respects your choice and helps you do so. To the rest of Konoha–to your family–this is just a short one-week mission for T&I, a routine check on a low priority contact in Land of Tea. Nothing risky at all–why would he ever put the Jounin Commander’s wife on a dangerous mission?

That being said, his leniency only goes so far, and both he and the Hokage refuse to let you go alone.

Your repeated argument, “I’m the only one qualified for this,” is soundly rebuffed with Tsunade-sama’s almost lazy, “Which is why you’re team leader. Now choose your second.”

Ibiki smirks–it doesn’t matter that it’s Tsunade-sama doing the arguing for him, he’s still winning. You try not to scowl.

And, well, you’re willing to accede to some extent that they may be right. Rescuing a princess from an evil empire isn’t exactly C-rank material, no matter that you’re mostly acting as observer and support to a Jedi master once renowned throughout the galaxy. You’re lucky they’re letting you go at all, really, but a threat to the planet is still a threat to Konoha and it’s true that you are the only one qualified to take point on this.

At least Ibiki isn’t trying to insert himself on the team–it’d make an obvious lie out of the cover, and for all that you’ve never done anything to him, you know he’s not immune to Force tricks.

Any shinobi worth their headband can keep up with a jedi physically and mentally, but when it comes to intangible matters of Force versus chakra, there’s only one obvious choice for this mission.

“I’ll need a Yamanaka,” you say, which is as much assent as Ibiki needs to begin working his weird powers of bureaucracy.

The both of you are summarily kicked out of the Hokage’s office; within the hour you are back at T&I with a newly released ragtag group of aliens and a bewildered Yamanaka chuunin.

Poor Santa-kun.

~

A/N: Okay, so I know I’m late by thirty minutes, but this totally counts because I didn’t want to have a third missed post in a row.

Ibiki and Tsunade’s reactions for @donapoetrypassion (still keeping it a secret from the twins for now, so none for them, sorry).

Santa Yamanaka is a jounin post time-skip, so @book14reader and I figured that he could be a chuunin pre time-skip who accidentally mentioned he wanted more experience to become jounin in front of the wrong person (ie Ibiki or, possibly, Anko) and got recruited onto the WEIRDEST MISSION EVER. Also, even without the Force immunity I’ve given the Yamanaka clan, if you’re going to put the Nara clan head’s wife on a dangerous mission, the best people to put on her team would be a Nara, Akimichi, or Yamanaka anyway because they’ll do damn near anything to make sure she comes back safely.

Stars Also Dream 7/? (2016-09-29)

You and Ibiki and Obi-Wan Kenobi: a strange combination for a tea party, but that’s what life is throwing at you, apparently. Two jedi and two shinobi, but only three people around the table.

Seki Hijiri has gone to talk to the other prisoners–only one of them is a Wookie, thankfully, because your Shyriiwook is rusty and still way more than anyone else on this planet has–no doubt she’ll have them talking in seconds. She was in charge of your and Ibiki’s training when you first joined T&I, and as much as you’ve learned from her, she didn’t teach you nearly everything she knew.

Also, she’s part of the Yamanaka clan. Married out of the name, but not out of the family or the abilities, and there’s something about Yamanaka that not even the Force can trick.

“Master Kenobi,” you say, because even in this bizarre tableau of prisoners and interrogation, the man deserves respect.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been called that,” he says, taking on an air of nostalgia that does little to hide the roiling wave of regret, “We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

You smile. “Many years ago, yes. I was much younger then.”

He laughs, a quiet and dry thing, a dusty relic almost forgotten, “We were both much younger then, no doubt.”

Ibiki is silent, listening and observing and never letting on that he doesn’t have all the answers. Or any of them, in this case.

“A strange world you’ve found yourself on, Yoshino,” he says, and even you are surprised by that, “Bant’s only padawan. I told her she was being picky for waiting so long, but when she found you… it was a good match.”

Your smile turns genuine now, though, a little watery and wobbly, too. For a long time, you were the only one left to know her name.

“How did you end up here?” he asks, and at that you blink and steel yourself, pack away the starry-eyed padawan and bring forward the tempered kunoichi.

“I’d like to ask you the same, Master Kenobi. This is not an easy planet to find–I would know.”

You feel a flicker in the Force, or maybe you see it in his eyes–as if he’s considering lying for a second. But hero worship or convoluted family ties or not, you are a shinobi of Konoha now and you will not tolerate it. He gets the message and tells you the truth.

Ibiki is silent through the entire thing, which is good–it’s quite the story.

A jedi, a farm boy, two smugglers, and a pair of royal droids off to rescue a rebelling princess from the evil empire.

And true, this is a mission where time is of utmost necessity, but on their way the strangest Force signature explodes from an Outer Rim planet that would otherwise pass beneath notice.

The only lingering trace of that energy matches the stardust crystal your daughter thinks she’s keeping secret.

But you are her mother and you were keeping secrets long before she was born. Perhaps its now time to share some of them.

Somewhere, buried below crop fields that have long since gone to seed, inside a shuttle that will never fly again, is a box.

That box contains the physical evidence of your life before this one. Of your world before this one. Of metal and power and light that had nothing to do with blood on your hands.

(But that’s not quite true, is it?)

When you first came to this planet, the Kinokawas were kind. Farmers, civilians, who lived close enough to Konoha to enjoy its protection but far enough not to learn its lessons. They saw a young girl, alone and scared and heartbroken, hurt and in need of a place to stay.

You buried your shuttle beneath their fields–buried your past within their home–and wiped their memories of it.

Everything else was their choice.

They took you in, adopted you, and you became Yoshino Kinokawa–a normal girl from a civilian family trying to make it as a shinobi.

But you know the truth:

You’re not normal. You never were, certainly not after you crash landed onto a Force shrouded planet in a medical shuttle, your master and your life taken away from you forever.

So you buried that shuttle under your new parents’ fields, with a box containing your jedi robes, your lightsaber, and your thin padawan braid that you had to cut off yourself.

A lifetime later, sitting across from Obi-Wan Kenobi, over steaming tea and Force signatures tentatively greeting each other, you remember that his master died, too. That he had to cut off his own padawan braid, too.

And maybe, in these decades gone by, he tried to bury his past, as well, but now he’s dug it back up. Robes and lightsaber and Force flaring bright, metal and power and light.

You were never normal.

Jutsu makes unearthing the shuttle easy. The robes don’t fit and the braid is forever cut, but the hilt of your lightsaber somehow still fits perfectly in your hand.

~

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAGH PLOOOOOOT? O_O

… help me…

Stars Also Dream, 6/? (2016-09-28)

Once, when you had been a padawan for only a few weeks, you met Anakin Skywalker.

Master Bant and Obi-Wan Kenobi had been friends during their initiate years–which, for Jedi, is the closest thing to siblings you will ever have. Or, at least, you always believed so.

And if Master Bant and Obi-Wan had been almost siblings, then in a way that made you and Anakin Skywalker cousins.

Back then, that had been something to be delighted by, to be proud of. You and the Hero With No Fear the same, almost, connected: like maybe one day you could be a Jedi just as great.

When you met him–them, really, the Negotiator and the Hero With No Fear always side by side–you had been shy. You could barely say a word, had all but hidden behind Master Bant’s robes, face aflame.

But they both had spoken to you–actually to you, not just an extension of your master–and had congratulated you on becoming a padawan.

And you thought, then, that maybe you were looking at a reflection of what you and Master Bant would be someday:

Heroes, together, saving the galaxy.

Of course, that’s not how it turned out.

Not for any of you.

The second time you meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, he is going by Ben and calmly sitting in one of T&I’s interrogation rooms.

He knows you’re there as soon you walk in, two way mirror hardly a barrier for the Force, but he politely continues his conversation and his tea with Seki Hijiri.

They didn’t call him The Negotiator for nothing.

You say as much to Ibiki. Also, “I thought he was dead.”

Ibiki would never do something as overt as raise an eyebrow at you, only because he knows you can read him as well as he can read you and you can sense his curiosity emanating the way others can feel his killing intent.

“He probably thought the same of me,” you add, because why just hand Ibiki the answer when it’s more fun to give him clues and let him work it out himself.

Ibiki hums, offers his own information, quid pro quo as per usual, “We found him with two odd metal puppets and three other… men.”

“You sound confused about that, Ibiki.”

Ibiki mutters, “Some kind of blood limit, probably.”

You pause, considering, “Big or small?”

“Big and… furred.”

Wookies? Konoha is out of its depth here.

“I should probably take point on this one.”

The second time you meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, he is an old sand-weathered man with a life of regrets and you are far from the child who hid behind her master’s robes.

But he is still a master Jedi, strong in the Force, and you’re beginning to remember how it feels not to be alone.

He is, after all, one of the closest things to family from your past you have left.

You only met Anakin Skywalker once.

But one day–you know this with a wave of dread and such utter certainty that it can only be true, a warning from the Force, a premonition–you’ll meet Darth Vader, too.

~

A/N: Small installment which took me a while because I wasn’t sure which route to take for this series and whether or not I wanted to derail Episodes IV-VI or move alongside them.

I guess I’m going with the derailing route.