Heyo, human beings from outer space!
I know I said something about a request, but this isn't it, sorry!
Anyway, your long-awaited update has finally come. Yay! This is something fun today to make up for the sad chapter I just wrote.
Read on if you dare.
She heard it from Ezra: Obi-Wan was alive and living on Tatooine. At first, she didn't know what to think. Should she question him? Should she doubt him? Should she meditate about it?
Then, once she got over her momentary shock, she packed up her things and high-tailed it onto a raggedy old spaceship, and frantically plugged the coordinates into the Nava computer. The stars around her smeared into streaks of white and blue. Then she took a few deep breaths and sat in the middle of the cock pit to meditate, willing the hyperspace jump to pass quickly.
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Obi-Wan couldn't believe his eyes. Actually, he didn't. He rubbed them and blinked several times, cursing the heat and endless sands of Tattooine for tricking his eyes and mind.
But the more he looked, the more true it seemed. He closed his eyes and reached out with the Force, sensing for another signature: something to prove that his old mind was still sane.
And the Force did just that.
Obi-Wan felt his eyes welling up with tears. He raced outside, nearly tripping over himself in his own excitement, and spread his arms.
There, walking towards him, was a young Togruta woman. But her eyes— that smile– those lekku– it was all the same as the teenager he knew. All her.
The woman dashed to him. She dropped her bag but she didn't stop to pick it up. She ran to his outspread arms and thudded into him, tangling her arms around him. Her lekku had grown longer and she'd matured quite a bit, but she was still the same height with those same eyes and that same, brilliant presence.
And it brought tears out of his eyes.
Obi-Wan leaned his head between her broad montrals and let the tears stream down his face. He didn't care that the water ran down her head, too, and she didn't care, either.
Ahsoka Tano was alive and Obi-Wan Kenobi was alive and they were alive together: united again at last. Obi-Wan tightened his grip around her, still in disbelief. His life had been falling apart since the Great Jedi Purge. How come something so wonderful had happened to him now? And if something truly wonderful happened to him, he was afraid that if he let her go, she'd disappear. That she'd become another horrible trick his eyes played on him.
Ahsoka buried herself into his chest and he felt wetness on his robes. She was crying, too.
It took a long time for either of them to become willing to let the other go. When they did, tears dampened their cheeks, soaked Obi-Wan's robes, and ran down Ahsoka's lekku.
"I didn't know you were still alive," Ahsoka said, her voice airy and wavering.
"I didn't know you were alive, either," Obi-Wan said.
"Why didn't you come looking for me, Obi-Wan? I looked for you and for any surviving Jedi. Why haven't you looked for me?" Ahsoka sounded a little hurt, but not angry. Just curious for his explanation.
"I was afraid. Oh, Ahsoka, I've been a coward," Obi-Wan admitted. "But I also have an objective here on Tattoine. I can't leave for too long."
Ahsoka gave him a quizzical, suspicious look. Yes, she must've sensed Luke, but didn't know who or what he was.
"Come inside," Obi-Wan invited before she had a chance to ask anything else. "I'll make something to eat and find some blankets so you can sleep here tonight. I'll take you to see my... objective in the morning."
"Okay, but I better go get my bag first," Ahsoka jabbed her thumb behind her, sounding more like the bright teen he knew.
"Right, you always were good at losing things," Obi-Wan rolled his eyes playfully.
"Says you," snorted Ahsoka. And Obi-Wan chuckled under his breath as he watched her run back to get her bag.
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"Where are we going?" Ahsoka asked, trudging across the sand behind Obi-Wan.
"A farm. I have something to show you," Obi-Wan replied.
"You're objective?"
"I suppose you could say that," Obi-Wan said.
The two remained quiet for a bit, slowly making their way across the heaps and heaps of sand.
Ever since Ahsoka had landed on Tattoine, she'd felt a nagging presence that was so familiar and yet so strange all at once. It almost felt like... Anakin? And the presence grew stronger and stronger as they neared the farm.
"Is there someone Force-sensitive here?" Ahsoka asked. She felt jittery from the feeling of the presence.
"Yes."
"Who? Do you know this person?"
"I do. And you'll know him, too, when the time comes," Obi-Wan promised.
Ahsoka nodded curtly, even though she was behind him and he couldn't see her.
After a few more minutes of walking, they reached the farm Obi-Wan spoke of. A man who looked younger than Obi-Wan but older than Ahsoka appeared at the gate. He crossed his arms and waited for the two Jedi to approach. Obi-Wan waved, but the man didn't wave back.
"What do you want, Kenobi?" the man asked. "Who is this?"
"This is Ahsoka Tano. I've brought her here to meet him," Obi-Wan said.
"I thought you agreed to keep your distance," the man gritted out. "You just can't help but break all your oaths, can you?"
"We'll be gone after this," Obi-Wan pleaded. "Owen, please, you have to let her meet him." He took a step closer to whisper to the man, "She is his father's former apprentice. It would mean a lot."
Ahsoka's eyes blew wide and she stared at Obi-Wan. Anakin? A father? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, did that mean...?
The man, Owen, looked at Ahsoka, then sighed. "Fine. But don't come back."
Owen led them into the farm.
"Obi-Wan, what in the universe?" Ahsoka whisper-shouted only loud enough for her grandmaster to hear. "Anakin has a kid?"
"Yes, of course."
"Padme?"
"Who else, my dear?" Obi-Wan said with a low chuckle.
Ahsoka huffed. "No one told me she was pregnant!"
"You weren't exactly in contact," Obi-Wan countered.
"I guess that's reasonable," Ahsoka said with a playful eye roll. Then she grew more serious. "He's the one who is Force-sensitive. That's why I felt like I could almost sense Anakin."
Obi-Wan nodded grimly. Anakin.
Owen turned around the little hut and stepped aside to present a little blonde-haired boy. Ahsoka let out a strangled squeak that no one except Obi-Wan heard. Ahsoka had seen what Anakin had looked like as a child, and she could see the obvious resemblance between them.
"Luke," Owen said, grabbing the boy's attention from the little toy starfighter he was playing with. "You know Ben. He's brought a friend to meet you."
Luke gave Obi-Wan a tiny smile, then turned his attention to Ahsoka. His smile faded and wonderment engulfed his face.
"I'll let you talk. But no funny business," Owen warned, giving Obi-Wan a stink-eye. Owen slipped away.
"What are you?" Luke asked, pure innocence and curiosity melting from every word.
"My name is Ahsoka Tano. I"m a Togruta," Ahsoka bent down to Luke's eye level. "I knew your father."
"You're old," Luke said, his face crumpling. "My dad died on Mustafar a long time ago."
Ahsoka chuckled, though there was a sadness to it. "Yeah, I guess I am. But Ben here is older."
Luke laughed. "He has gray hairs."
"He does."
"Now wait a minute," Obi-Wan chided. "I'm not that old."
Luke and Ahsoka exchanged a look, then broke out into a fit of giggles. Obi-Wan sulked for a moment. The giggles died down and the three slipped into a comfortable silence, Ahsoka and Luke each observing the other.
"Tell me about my dad," Luke requested after a moment.
"He carried spice, and Ahsoka worked with him," Obi-Wan budded in, giving Ahsoka a raised eyebrow look. Ahsoka nodded, then turned to Luke and grinned.
"Boy have I got a story for you."
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Word Count: 1,410
Published: August 31, 2022
Yay! Another part!
I've been so so so so busy lately I've had almost no time to write. But things should clear up soon. Should.
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