Title: ~My Name is Obi-wan~
* * * * * Thinking of the title of master, his mind strayed to his apprentice, Anakin. The boy, as he often thought of him, was no longer so young. He was a man, now, almost seventeen and much too energetic for a simple mission like this. Which is why Anakin was allowed to stay behind on Coruscant while Obi-wan himself was to provide escort back to the Republic Capitol and protect a young woman who, with her testimony, would manage to put away two very bad men for a very long time. Obi-wan took in a breath as he got in the lift leading to the Justice Mansion’s transport arena stationed above the municipal building. Crime lords… He shook his head, a-wonder yet again as to why some people thought to turn their lives to villainy. Stepping out of the lift, he was greeted by the sounds and smells of a some-what quiet, open-air docking bay. A few blocks before him was the ship he had arrived in just this afternoon. He had had little time to rest so he had been appointed someone to refuel and restock the donated ship. “Elsian”, Obi-wan called as he approached the sleek vessel. The Calamari, an incredibly bright young woman, walked down the ramp, her large, black eyes betraying a smile as she bowed. “Your vessel is fully stocked and ready for lift off, master.” Obi-wan responded to the bow with one of his own. “Thank you, Elsian. And… my passenger?” “Slightly late, master…” she looked out at the sky-scape, ringing her webbed hands. “Oh! I believe that is her transport now!” Obi-wan nodded. “Excellent!” “I’ll take my leave now, master. Safe journey.” “Thank you, Elsian.” He watched the young female walk away as the speeder landed at the other end of the bay. Obi-wan smiled calmly as he watched four individuals approach. It had been a whirlwind trip, only having learned of the mission earlier this morning. He would be glad to get home… Life was good despite the rumblings of discontent in the galaxy. Though life was, at times, difficult, he had great joys to rival any of the dark times. He took in a smooth breath and smiled gently. Yes… he had his life’s mission, his family and friends, his apprentice and oh, so much more than he ever imagined. He stepped forward as the group came before him. “Master Kenobi”, the first uniformed male greeted. “Mistress Heleen Gostavic.” The dark skinned male gave a curt bow but before Obi-wan could say anything, the man and his two comrades turned and left rather quickly, their Force sense bleeding out frustration and… relief. “Well, that’s rude.” Obi-wan’s dark auburn eyebrows lifted as he looked her over. Slender, attractive and too young to be a witness against any gangsters, she had black hair and brown, tattooed skin. Her eyes were a soft brown and she looked perpetually pleased. Obi-wan tried not to make snap-judgments but the girl seemed please with herself more than anything else. “Welcome, Mistress Gostavic.” “Call me Heleen. Who are you?” “I am Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi, Heleen.” “Ahh! My baby-sitter.” Crossing her green-clad arms over her amble chest, she asked, “What kind of name is ’Obi-wan’?” The master blinked his enchanting eyes in mild confusion. “Just my name. This way, Heleen.” Obi-wan’s duty would be complete once she was handed to those who waited for her at the Jedi Academy. The two entered the ship and settled in, taking off in due haste. She was needed on Coruscant within five standard hours. They would have just enough time to reach the academy and have her transported directly to the officials waiting there. They broke orbit and, soon, where dipped into hyperspace. ”No offense but I’m super-tired! I’m going to get shut-eye. See you later?” Obi-wan inclined his head. “But ofcourse.” He watched the young woman walk away and he kept himself busy for the hour and a half that she slept. He smiled when she reentered the tiny cockpit and sat beside him. “I trust you slept well.” ”You bet!” The woman crossed her legs and stared at him for a moment then asked, “So, who gave you that name?” Obi-wan turned his head, hand at his beard. “Pardon?” “Your name. Obi-wan. It’s weird.” The male shifted in his chair. “There are many odd names in the galaxy.” “Yes, but… Obi-wan? Obi-wan Kenobi. Obi Kenobi… OBI… KenOBI? What were your parents thinking?” “I…” She laughed, her long-nailed hands clutching the arms of her chair. “I can imagine them struggling for a name. ‘Let’s pick a stupid one and make it rhyme with our last name!’ they said. Got any other names I can call you, Nobi-wan?” “Tha-“, he started off alittle too intensely, then said more calmly. “That’s Obi-wan.” “Slow be-wan… Go be-wan… Blow be-wan… Blow Me-Wan Kenobi!” she said then cackled. “Now, that’s a useful one!” “Do stop.” “Okay… but when you get drunk, do they call you Obi-wobble?” She snickered and he blushed alittle. “That is inappropriate.” She widened her brown eyes. “So is your name, Opi-wan.” “My name is fine, young woman”, he told her, his long fingers gripping the consul of the nav station. “And it is OBI-wan.” “Right. Well… atleast you’re cute. Really cute! Like… Obi-liscious! Yum! Chocked full of Obi-goodness. If you got rid of the beard, anyway. Beard boy… Argh! It’s square-beard, the space pirate!” Obi-wan put his hand over his mouth and ran his hand over that beard, confused at why she was attacking him. ’Dear Force, I still have almost three hours to go with her!’ And, now, he knew why those security men were so eager to get away. And she was still talking… Did she just call him ’Wanny-wanny’??? “I know!” he called suddenly, almost making his charge jump. He smiled and floated his hand in the air. “How would you like to… learn alittle about the Jedi?” “Not really.” Obi-wan blinked. “It’s fun.” “What is it?” “Meditations. Improvement of focus.” The girl blinked at him then tossed her black hair over her shoulder. “What do you do?” “Well… you get very quiet, you see. Close your eyes… Go ahead. Close them.” “You’re not going to seduce me, are you Paddle-slut?” He was quiet for a moment, hardly believing that she had just referred to him a ‘slut’. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He took in a breath and spoke very calmly. “Now, all you have to do is focus on something constant. Like your breath or your heartbeat…” Or the sound of your own voice. No, Obi-wan, stay calm. No bad thoughts. The girl resituated herself and Obi-wan leaned back alittle. Silence… Blessed silence. “This is not fun.” “Are you afraid of silence, young woman?” She tilted her head as though thinking. “Nope! But silence is boring, Obi-warden. And so are you, a bit. What do you do for fun, Obi-yawn?” “I… meditate. Etcetera.” “Figures. Obi Ken-bore-me.” Turning back to face the window, Obi caught sight of the chrono again. Four and a half hours… “How was your childhood?” “Lovely.” “No one made fun of your name?” The male worked his jaw. He vividly recalled being called ‘Oafy-wan’… then other, darker memories streaked by… “They did! I can tell. What was it?” “It’s not your concern.” “Awe, come on! I’ll leave you alone.” “I doubt that very much, young woman.” “Obi-spawn? I bet you were evil.” His fingers tapped against the control board. “No? A push over then… Obi-pawn?” Silence. “Troubled child? Wet the bed? Rubber-pants Kenobi?” “Young… woman…” “But look how great you turned out! A regular Obi-swan!” “How about something to eat?” “Sure! What you gonna fix?” “I have to pilot. You fix it.” “Okay. Where is it?” “The food stocks are in… the very back.” “Okay.” The silence was as short lived as his temper. She began to sing… off key. She stops suddenly. “Got any desserts? Obi-bon-bons? Obi-flan?” “No. No desserts. Only rations per usual in a ship this size.” “Obi-wanker”, she said under her voice. “What?” “Nothing.” “You got a girlfriend?” The Jedi felt his eyebrows meet. “Does she have pet names for you?” ’A few…’ “Obi-Love? Obi-kins? Obi-wansome kisses…! Gross. How about Obi-daddy? Or would you call her mommy? Yep! I bet you’re defiantly someone’s little Jeddy-bear.” He took in a breath and sighed it out. “I’m sure you’re a great catch”, she told him, coming forward with two bars left unopened. “Woe-be-gone! Huh?” “Thank you.” He held the wrapped bar in his palm but made no effort to eat it. “Sure.” The woman sat down and looked out the window at null space for a second then looked back at him. “Have you ever been with a prostitute?” Obi-wan jumped. “What?!” “If you have… you’d be her Obi-John.” Heleen slapped her leg and laughed. “Her paddle-wan! Obi-wannagetaspanking?! Yep! Obi’s-wang Ken-do-me. Ofcourse, if you got caught, they’d send you to jail and you’d be Obi-con.” The Jedi Master had to force his jaw and clawed fingers to loosen. “That all is highly inappropriate.” “Awe, come on, Obi-perv. Like you don’t swing that way. Obi-wanton… And we’re back to Blow-me-wan!” The male shot up and Heleen teetered back in her chair. Well, she wondered how far she’d have to push a Jedi. She guessed that was it. “Go to the back and stay there… please.” “Obi-gone!” “No… you be gone.” Heleen frowned and blinked. “C’mon. I’m just playing.” “Play time is over. Get up. Go to the back and do not return until I call you. And I will not call you until we reach Coruscant. There are plenty of games to play or books to read. Take a nap. I don’t care.” He held his hand up and pointed to the back. ”You’re joking.” “Obi Ken-bore-me does not joke.” The dark haired woman stood and, as if unsure that he was serious, made her slow way back to the rear of the ship. He slumped in his chair then straightened his back. “There…” But, from the back, he heard a somewhat popular song with new phrasing coming from the childish thing he was in charge of… ”You’re the only Wan for meeee! The only Wan I seeee! Like a breath of Spriiiing! You’re the only Wan I neeeed!… * * * * *
She stayed in the back for an hour and a half, singing to him and muttering new ideas, calling them back at him as though he needed to know. About the time the proximity alarm went off, she was beginning to rhyme his name in different languages and using different tones. “We’re coming out of hyperspace”, he called. Instead of buckling up in back, she rushed to the front and sat down. “Killer gangsters, here I come!” Obi-wan’s shoulders sagged. So caught up in the misery she made him feel, he had forgotten that she was risking her life to bring evil people to justice. “Madam Heleen, you’ll have to forgive my short temper.” “Awe, think nothing of it, Obi-wobi.” He lifted his eyebrows to stave off a headache. She chattered on, spurred on by his apology and he came in fast on the temple, surprising the landing supervisor. “You drive like maniac. Crazy-wan.” “Well, I guess I’ve been hanging around my padawan too long. Well, we’ve landed and… look! I think that’s your transport to the safe house. Let’s go.” “Don’t rush me, Obi-dude. Man, you’re jittery for a Jedi. Haha! Jittery-Jedi.” “Dear Force…” The girl popped up and followed him out. Obi-wan pumped the hand of the man that had come to relieved him of Heleen Gostavic. “This is Heleen. She’s the witness you’ve been awaiting.” The man took a little bow. “Good morrow, Mistress Gostavic.” “Good-bye, Heleen.” “Bye, Obi Ken-do-me.” The guard looked confused at the name but said nothing and ushered her to walk with him. “Who are you?” Obi-wan heard her ask as they turned and made their way toward the speeder. The Jedi stiffened. Did that poor fellow say his name was Renus Lajina? He backed away as if she would come back for him then jogged until he was under cover of the hanger’s entrance way. He settled himself at the wall of the corridor that lead deeper into the temple. He leaned against it and closed his eyes, sighing. Silence… precious silence… “Hey, you!” The male jumped. He speared the speaker with a sharp gaze then relaxed, seeing that it was Jade Blood a fellow master and someone much beloved. “Oh, Jade…” “Are you okay?” she asked, coming closer. “I felt you arrive… You’re very agitated.” He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward. “Say my name.” Jade leaned in closer. “Have you been drinking again?” “No… but I could use a couple. No... Say my name. The whole thing… Please.” Blinking gray-blue eyes, she frowned then shaped her lips perfectly to say, “Obi-Wan Kenobi.” His face radiated a smile and he hugged her tight, patting her back. “Thank you, dearest!” END
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