More Star Wars Time Travel Drabble
Aug. 31st, 2016 12:10 amvia http://ift.tt/2c6Mkyy:
deadcatwithaflamethrower:
charlottedabookworm:
So, have some more of the time travel drabble. I’m not sure how my characterisation of Obi-Wan is going - i’ve been watching the films and reading fanfic to try and get his character down but meh. Thanks to everyone who read the first one, you’ve all been really nice and helpful. Inspired by @deadcatwithaflamethrower, @delicatefury, @allhailthetea, @markwatnae and @emperessamidala
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For those who believe in it, trust in it and listen to it the Force can and will be their most valuable ally. Ben had rarely ever doubted in the Force, he had learned over the course of his childhood that when you trust in the Force things will work out even if not in the way that you expected or wanted, but there had been a few times - mostly after Order 66. Unsurprisingly, feeling the deaths (hearing the screams of pain and denial and confusion) of tens of thousands of Jedi (brothers and sisters and friends and rivals and family. Younglings and Initiates and Padawans and Knights and Masters. All of them gone; one by one, their screams adding to the cacophony of echos inside of his head) all at once can rather strain ones faith in the Force. Then again, Ben hadn’t exactly trusted much of anything, especially himself, after 66 (after Anakin).
Still, Ben Kenobi is a Jedi Master - one renowned for being one of the best - and though his faith in the Force had been shaken over the years, it had never wavered.
That did not make what the Force was telling him any more believable.
It takes several seconds to process what the Force is telling him but when he finally does Ben’s breath hitches and his eyes fly open, attempting to focus on the blurry but unmistakable figure nearest to him.
“Obi-Wan? Padawan?”
This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. Ben was dead, so was Qui-Gon and the Council and all but a handful of other Jedi. He wasn’t alive and his Master wasn’t staring down at him worriedly. The training bond wasn’t singing in the back of his mind. The council wasn’t around them, the temple wasn’t alive with the presence of thousands of Force sensitives. This wasn’t possible.
No matter what the Force told him.
Any second now Ben was going to snap back to reality where he was part of the Force and having a psychotic break.
Sithspit.
General Kenobi had never quite mastered the art of self-delusion.
*cackles a little*

deadcatwithaflamethrower:
charlottedabookworm:
So, have some more of the time travel drabble. I’m not sure how my characterisation of Obi-Wan is going - i’ve been watching the films and reading fanfic to try and get his character down but meh. Thanks to everyone who read the first one, you’ve all been really nice and helpful. Inspired by @deadcatwithaflamethrower, @delicatefury, @allhailthetea, @markwatnae and @emperessamidala
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For those who believe in it, trust in it and listen to it the Force can and will be their most valuable ally. Ben had rarely ever doubted in the Force, he had learned over the course of his childhood that when you trust in the Force things will work out even if not in the way that you expected or wanted, but there had been a few times - mostly after Order 66. Unsurprisingly, feeling the deaths (hearing the screams of pain and denial and confusion) of tens of thousands of Jedi (brothers and sisters and friends and rivals and family. Younglings and Initiates and Padawans and Knights and Masters. All of them gone; one by one, their screams adding to the cacophony of echos inside of his head) all at once can rather strain ones faith in the Force. Then again, Ben hadn’t exactly trusted much of anything, especially himself, after 66 (after Anakin).
Still, Ben Kenobi is a Jedi Master - one renowned for being one of the best - and though his faith in the Force had been shaken over the years, it had never wavered.
That did not make what the Force was telling him any more believable.
It takes several seconds to process what the Force is telling him but when he finally does Ben’s breath hitches and his eyes fly open, attempting to focus on the blurry but unmistakable figure nearest to him.
“Obi-Wan? Padawan?”
This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. Ben was dead, so was Qui-Gon and the Council and all but a handful of other Jedi. He wasn’t alive and his Master wasn’t staring down at him worriedly. The training bond wasn’t singing in the back of his mind. The council wasn’t around them, the temple wasn’t alive with the presence of thousands of Force sensitives. This wasn’t possible.
No matter what the Force told him.
Any second now Ben was going to snap back to reality where he was part of the Force and having a psychotic break.
Sithspit.
General Kenobi had never quite mastered the art of self-delusion.
*cackles a little*







