It was hot. The air was clammy, and sweat stuck to his body. The room was dark, but that was...
Star Wars: Another Master
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It was hot. The air was clammy, and sweat stuck to his body. The room was dark, but that was almost irrelevant, given that his eyes were covered by a blast mask, a helmet designed to take the sight of the wearer. For some species, such a thing wasn't enough.
But he was only a human. It was far more then enough to take his sight.
*Csssk* *Csssk*
He could hear the whisper of the targets in the room, screeching ever so slightly as they whistled through the air. He could hear the footsteps of his companion and opponent in one. Indeed, it was as if the other boy had long since derided the idea of teamwork. His footsteps were uncaring, and none of the strategy they were supposed to employ was there.
His heart raced just a little. Would they think less of him for failing?
Did he want to lose?
What was losing in this situation, anyway?
His fingers tightened around his weapon.
*Csssk*
There!
He swung. The sapphire blade of his weapon must have struck true, for he heard the rattle of the disabled droid, his foot angling awkwardly to keep him steady on the beam. Then he moved, one step, two steps, a gentle hop to an adjacent beam as he manoeuvred the next target into place.
*Vwooom*
*Smack*
He winced at the sound of the droid colliding roughly with the floor. The other boy clearly had been none too gentle. He could hear the other boys movements, rough and without grace, more stomps on the beams then anything else.
Another droid down, and another.
"Enough. Finished, your test is."
The old and grumpy voice of the little green Jedi affectionately called the troll rang out, and he let his weapon power down, reaching up and taking off his helmet. His hair was thick with sweat. His only consolation is that the other boy, a pale and blond Padawan by the name of Bruck Chun, was too.
"Cooperate, you did not. Feel each other, you did not." The green troll continued, hobbling forward with the aid of his gimmer stick. "Defeat. Yes, yes, that is what you were. Defeated by eagerness. Refused to use the Force."
"But Master Yoda, the droids were all defeated! That's a pass!" Bruck cried. Yet Yoda focused his gaze not on Bruck, but on his own Padawan, who let out a long gulp.
"Superficial achievement of objectives." Yoda declared. "Learned not, you have. Hmm, Obi-Wan?"
For Obi-Wan Kenobi, the sudden rap of the gimmer stick on his shin was painful, but he let out a defeated sigh instead.
"Yes Master."
He tried to ignore Bruck rolling his eyes.
"Understand why you have failed, then, hmm?" Yoda declared, nodding. "Good, good. Next time, maybe, success you will achieve. For now? Patience, you must learn. Feel the Force, you must."
Yoda hummed, beginning to hobble his way towards the front of the room.
"Return to your Master, Padawan Chun." He declared, inhaling deeply. "Obi-Wan, to my quarters, I go."
It was an indirect command. In the end, the Grand Master of the Jedi, as the Senate called him, was as any other Jedi, and needed to tend to his own needs too.
But it was also an indication of something more. Yoda and Obi-Wan shared the rooms next to each other, due to Yoda's own diminutive size. To be called to Yoda's room, either a lesson or a mission awaited, and Yoda wanted to pass on some of his own advice, whatever it may be, beforehand.
Obi-Wan could barely contain the excitement at the chance.
"Yes Master."
But it wouldn't do to arrive wet and sticky. No, Obi-Wan would do as he always did, and wash up first. Bruck had practically bolted for the fresher. It occurred to Obi-Wan that since the two had split from their days of being an initiate, he had no idea who had taken the boy on as a Padawan.
Perhaps it simply didn't matter.
Working with Bruck would always be difficult, Obi-Wan rationalised. The two had never really gotten along, and what had begun as children insulting each other had become something simply inherently antagonistic. Perhaps that was why the Force did not answer when he tried to feel the other boys movements.
Why would it, if neither of them intended to open themselves up to the other?
The thought of doing so was not appealing in the slightest, either. Obi-Wan had no desire to work with him.
Was that another failing?
Well. Time would tell for that one.
Wiping his forehead and face on a towel, Obi-Wan decided discretion would probably be the better part of valour and darted out of the training room. He had no idea how long Bruck would be, and really, he wouldn't put it past the Telos boy to stay as long as possible just to spite him. Obi-Wan had certainly done so before.
All he needed was to make it to the turbolifts and to his room without running into too many people. The halls were pristine and the coolers would eliminate any smell almost before he was gone. Obi-Wan himself, really, would be the actual offender.
Yet his luck didn't hold in the slightest as he reached the turbolift, its door opening and revealing a face that quickly twisted into bemusement.
"Bruck again?"
"Bruck again."
"Obi-Wan… come in, I have a minute."
Obi-Wan simply whispered his thanks as he slipped in. The being within looked more like a fish then a human, strictly, her skin salmon coloured and her head sporting two eyes on the sides. But in the end, he probably got lucky that the Mon Calamari girl was within, and not someone else.
"Thanks Bant."
"Don't mention it."
Her face twisted ever so slightly. Obi-Wan was sure she'd gotten a rather offensive whiff by now. As an amphibious creature, their ability to smell wasn't entirely attached to their noses.
The turbolift took only seconds to shoot up. The door pinged, and Obi-Wan bolted, spinning to give Bant a wave, before dashing off to his room. He was sure that she rolled her eyes, but really, he was too excited.
Rushing into the fresher, Obi-Wan hurriedly wiped the grime and sweat away before garbing himself in a fresh tunic. Yoda was a odd little creature, living many centuries more then any other member of the Jedi Order, but Obi-Wan knew better then to come into his quarters dirty. Of all the traits to have, one would not expect an obsession with order from the troll.
Knocking on the door politely, Obi-Wan slipped in the door to Yoda's quarters, leaning down in order to avoid bumping his head. The main temple was extravagant, in a way, having been built up over the course of thousands of years, of gifts and donations. Yoda's quarters, however, existed in what could be called the old 'new' section of the Temple. The rooms were more personalised, from a bygone age where war was on the horizon.
Really, it didn't fit in with the rest of the temple at all. Only a few Jedi actually inhabited this section, and really, aside from one or two Padawan's, who lived with their Master's by necessity, it was entirely by choice.
"I'm here, Master."
"Noticed, I did, young Obi-Wan." Yoda's voice answered, as he hobbled about his very small kitchen, preparing some sort of porridge. The stuff looked less then appetising, but Yoda had lived more then long enough to learn how to cook. "Sit, sit. Fresh, you are, hmmm?" He took a long sniff, before nodding to himself, satisfied.
Obi-Wan smiled, sitting down on the floor at the table. Yoda needed a chair, Obi-Wan, however, at his lanky near six feet of height, did not.
"Food, food. Ready, it is." Yoda declared, pouring a bowl and settling it in front of his student. "Issues you have, hmm? Along with Bruck Chun, you do not get."
"Uh… yes Master." Obi-Wan felt almost sheepish in admitting it. It wasn't the first time this had come up. Why was his Master asking for information he already knew?
"And reconciled you have not, hmmm?" Yoda continued. "Fight together, you do not. Speak together, you do not. How can you work together if fight at every step, you do?"
Obi-Wan didn't immediately have an answer to that, taking a bite out of the delicious sludge before him. The flavour practically exploded in his mouth.
"But Master..." He began. "Bruck..."
"A fellow Padawan, he is." Yoda nodded, settling at the table and taking a bite. "Mmmm. Entrenched in them and us, you are. Grow, you still must." Obi-Wan couldn't help but bite his tongue. He had a lot of things to say about Bruck. He was a moron, a bully, cruel and manipulative…
But then…
"Dark thoughts, you have."
"Sorry, Master."
"Clouded by perspective, you are. No more, no less." Yoda seemed to dismiss the topic at that point, taking another bite. "A mission, the council has handed down."
Obi-Wan felt the bubble of excitement burst. A mission.
Master Yoda was a member of the Jedi Council, a prestigious position inhabited by only the greatest minds of the Jedi, the most wise and powerful of the Master's. That wasn't the only criteria, of course, and even the most powerful Jedi didn't serve for very long on average. It was a very stressful job.
The Council itself was made up of twelve members; three were members for life; four were long-term members and five were short-term members, chosen for their expertise in relation to the current happenings of the galaxy. While serving on the Council wasn't uncommon; the vast majority of Master's who had held more then a dozen Padawan's or served with distinction had done so on at least a short term basis, most Jedi did not serve long.
Yoda was one of the life-long members, having served on and off for the better part of five centuries. The sheer length of time was mind boggling to Obi-Wan, but Yoda did not seem particularly bothered by it. He hadn't served it all in a continuous period, after all. On occasion, Yoda had allowed another Jedi to take over his roll as a sort of substitute while the old Master simply allowed himself to relax, recharge and attend to his other obligations.
It was unheard of for a Jedi Master serving on the Council to have a Padawan at the same time, though. In the past, Yoda had always stepped down to handle the training of the next generation.
What made Obi-Wan special? Nothing, according to Yoda. The old troll just chuckled when he had asked.
'Special? One hundred and seventeen, you are, my young Padawan.' He had said. 'Special, you are not. Simply time for your training, it is. A lull, the galaxy has.'
Obi-Wan didn't understand at the time. He still didn't really understand.
"Master, what is the mission?" Obi-Wan asked. "Should this not be before the Council?"
"Mundane, it is. Special objective, there is not." Yoda mused. "Oversee the signing of a treaty, we will. On planet Ansion, it will be signed."
"Oh?" That sounded terribly important to Obi-Wan. "How is… that mundane?"
"Hmmm. Issues, there are not. All but agreed to, the treaty is. A military treaty, but also a commercial treaty, it is." Yoda seemed to not be terribly concerned. "Attend, we will. Ensure the proceedings are not interfered with, is our objective."
"But..."
"Not mundane, is it?" Yoda asked. "Perhaps for you, it is not. To the benefit of all, this treaty is. If vigilante we remain, uninteresting this mission will be." He paused for a moment. "Or interested, are you?"
"Uh… Not really." Obi-Wan had to admit, the idea of understanding a commercial treaty was… less then invigorating.
"Thought as much, I did." Yoda mused. "Seven signatories, there will be. Ansion, Keitum, Mondress, Lonnaw, Dorin, Eeropha, Glem Tho. The treaty, named the Keitumite Mutual Military Treaty, it will be."
"Yet it's being signed on Ansion?" Obi-Wan asked. Yoda nodded.
"Closest to neutral territory, it is." He admitted. "Why Jedi assistance has been requested, it is. Normally not intervene, we would, but accept this request, we have."
"Then we aren't just overseeing the treaty signing?" Obi-Wan asked. Yoda nodded.
"Mmm. For the Sector, a Senator, we will return." He stated. "Our mission, see the treaty signed. Bring back the Senator. Yes, yes, our mission, that is."
"Then the treaty is to be signed soon?"
"Two weeks, mmm?"
"Right..." Obi-Wan fidgeted a little in his spot.
"A world of green, Ansion is." Yoda noted. "Plains and hills, yes. Filled with similar creatures. Colonised, it is. Much like other worlds of its kind, it is." He paused a moment. "The city of Cuipernam, we will travel to. Unofficial capital, it is. Old and new construction, it has. Many people, much trade." Yoda hopped up from his seat, making his way to the washer with his dishes.
"Then the infrastructure will be odd." Obi-Wan mused. "There will be points where they swap over?"
"Indeed. A learning experience for you, it will be." Yoda noted. "Little resistance to the treaty, there is. Only the Commerce Guild, is there protest."
The Commerce Guild. That was an organisation that Obi-Wan had never really had anything to do with before. Yet the HoloNet drama's loved to portray them as a form of mafia. In truth, one had to wonder if the most ancient organisation, almost as old as Yoda if not slightly older, was not every bit as bad as the drama's portrayed.
It was a loose amalgamation of businesses, really, centred around a single chimera. The Commerce Guild did not uncommonly simply buyout its competition, like the other trading giants. Only Republic regulations kept them in check.
Really… this could easily go the way of a bad HoloDrama...
"Would they do anything, though?"
"Mmm… What think you, my Padawan?"
[ ] They would surely send an assassin to protect their interests.
[ ] Perhaps they would cause an incident to prevent the treaty from being signed and protect their interests?
[ ] Bribery, most likely. The best way to keep a treaty from being signed would be to make signing it less promising then not signing.
[ ] Nothing. Surely they know the Jedi are involved.
[ ] Write in.
But he was only a human. It was far more then enough to take his sight.
*Csssk* *Csssk*
He could hear the whisper of the targets in the room, screeching ever so slightly as they whistled through the air. He could hear the footsteps of his companion and opponent in one. Indeed, it was as if the other boy had long since derided the idea of teamwork. His footsteps were uncaring, and none of the strategy they were supposed to employ was there.
His heart raced just a little. Would they think less of him for failing?
Did he want to lose?
What was losing in this situation, anyway?
His fingers tightened around his weapon.
*Csssk*
There!
He swung. The sapphire blade of his weapon must have struck true, for he heard the rattle of the disabled droid, his foot angling awkwardly to keep him steady on the beam. Then he moved, one step, two steps, a gentle hop to an adjacent beam as he manoeuvred the next target into place.
*Vwooom*
*Smack*
He winced at the sound of the droid colliding roughly with the floor. The other boy clearly had been none too gentle. He could hear the other boys movements, rough and without grace, more stomps on the beams then anything else.
Another droid down, and another.
"Enough. Finished, your test is."
The old and grumpy voice of the little green Jedi affectionately called the troll rang out, and he let his weapon power down, reaching up and taking off his helmet. His hair was thick with sweat. His only consolation is that the other boy, a pale and blond Padawan by the name of Bruck Chun, was too.
"Cooperate, you did not. Feel each other, you did not." The green troll continued, hobbling forward with the aid of his gimmer stick. "Defeat. Yes, yes, that is what you were. Defeated by eagerness. Refused to use the Force."
"But Master Yoda, the droids were all defeated! That's a pass!" Bruck cried. Yet Yoda focused his gaze not on Bruck, but on his own Padawan, who let out a long gulp.
"Superficial achievement of objectives." Yoda declared. "Learned not, you have. Hmm, Obi-Wan?"
For Obi-Wan Kenobi, the sudden rap of the gimmer stick on his shin was painful, but he let out a defeated sigh instead.
"Yes Master."
He tried to ignore Bruck rolling his eyes.
"Understand why you have failed, then, hmm?" Yoda declared, nodding. "Good, good. Next time, maybe, success you will achieve. For now? Patience, you must learn. Feel the Force, you must."
Yoda hummed, beginning to hobble his way towards the front of the room.
"Return to your Master, Padawan Chun." He declared, inhaling deeply. "Obi-Wan, to my quarters, I go."
It was an indirect command. In the end, the Grand Master of the Jedi, as the Senate called him, was as any other Jedi, and needed to tend to his own needs too.
But it was also an indication of something more. Yoda and Obi-Wan shared the rooms next to each other, due to Yoda's own diminutive size. To be called to Yoda's room, either a lesson or a mission awaited, and Yoda wanted to pass on some of his own advice, whatever it may be, beforehand.
Obi-Wan could barely contain the excitement at the chance.
"Yes Master."
But it wouldn't do to arrive wet and sticky. No, Obi-Wan would do as he always did, and wash up first. Bruck had practically bolted for the fresher. It occurred to Obi-Wan that since the two had split from their days of being an initiate, he had no idea who had taken the boy on as a Padawan.
Perhaps it simply didn't matter.
Working with Bruck would always be difficult, Obi-Wan rationalised. The two had never really gotten along, and what had begun as children insulting each other had become something simply inherently antagonistic. Perhaps that was why the Force did not answer when he tried to feel the other boys movements.
Why would it, if neither of them intended to open themselves up to the other?
The thought of doing so was not appealing in the slightest, either. Obi-Wan had no desire to work with him.
Was that another failing?
Well. Time would tell for that one.
Wiping his forehead and face on a towel, Obi-Wan decided discretion would probably be the better part of valour and darted out of the training room. He had no idea how long Bruck would be, and really, he wouldn't put it past the Telos boy to stay as long as possible just to spite him. Obi-Wan had certainly done so before.
All he needed was to make it to the turbolifts and to his room without running into too many people. The halls were pristine and the coolers would eliminate any smell almost before he was gone. Obi-Wan himself, really, would be the actual offender.
Yet his luck didn't hold in the slightest as he reached the turbolift, its door opening and revealing a face that quickly twisted into bemusement.
"Bruck again?"
"Bruck again."
"Obi-Wan… come in, I have a minute."
Obi-Wan simply whispered his thanks as he slipped in. The being within looked more like a fish then a human, strictly, her skin salmon coloured and her head sporting two eyes on the sides. But in the end, he probably got lucky that the Mon Calamari girl was within, and not someone else.
"Thanks Bant."
"Don't mention it."
Her face twisted ever so slightly. Obi-Wan was sure she'd gotten a rather offensive whiff by now. As an amphibious creature, their ability to smell wasn't entirely attached to their noses.
The turbolift took only seconds to shoot up. The door pinged, and Obi-Wan bolted, spinning to give Bant a wave, before dashing off to his room. He was sure that she rolled her eyes, but really, he was too excited.
Rushing into the fresher, Obi-Wan hurriedly wiped the grime and sweat away before garbing himself in a fresh tunic. Yoda was a odd little creature, living many centuries more then any other member of the Jedi Order, but Obi-Wan knew better then to come into his quarters dirty. Of all the traits to have, one would not expect an obsession with order from the troll.
Knocking on the door politely, Obi-Wan slipped in the door to Yoda's quarters, leaning down in order to avoid bumping his head. The main temple was extravagant, in a way, having been built up over the course of thousands of years, of gifts and donations. Yoda's quarters, however, existed in what could be called the old 'new' section of the Temple. The rooms were more personalised, from a bygone age where war was on the horizon.
Really, it didn't fit in with the rest of the temple at all. Only a few Jedi actually inhabited this section, and really, aside from one or two Padawan's, who lived with their Master's by necessity, it was entirely by choice.
"I'm here, Master."
"Noticed, I did, young Obi-Wan." Yoda's voice answered, as he hobbled about his very small kitchen, preparing some sort of porridge. The stuff looked less then appetising, but Yoda had lived more then long enough to learn how to cook. "Sit, sit. Fresh, you are, hmmm?" He took a long sniff, before nodding to himself, satisfied.
Obi-Wan smiled, sitting down on the floor at the table. Yoda needed a chair, Obi-Wan, however, at his lanky near six feet of height, did not.
"Food, food. Ready, it is." Yoda declared, pouring a bowl and settling it in front of his student. "Issues you have, hmm? Along with Bruck Chun, you do not get."
"Uh… yes Master." Obi-Wan felt almost sheepish in admitting it. It wasn't the first time this had come up. Why was his Master asking for information he already knew?
"And reconciled you have not, hmmm?" Yoda continued. "Fight together, you do not. Speak together, you do not. How can you work together if fight at every step, you do?"
Obi-Wan didn't immediately have an answer to that, taking a bite out of the delicious sludge before him. The flavour practically exploded in his mouth.
"But Master..." He began. "Bruck..."
"A fellow Padawan, he is." Yoda nodded, settling at the table and taking a bite. "Mmmm. Entrenched in them and us, you are. Grow, you still must." Obi-Wan couldn't help but bite his tongue. He had a lot of things to say about Bruck. He was a moron, a bully, cruel and manipulative…
But then…
"Dark thoughts, you have."
"Sorry, Master."
"Clouded by perspective, you are. No more, no less." Yoda seemed to dismiss the topic at that point, taking another bite. "A mission, the council has handed down."
Obi-Wan felt the bubble of excitement burst. A mission.
Master Yoda was a member of the Jedi Council, a prestigious position inhabited by only the greatest minds of the Jedi, the most wise and powerful of the Master's. That wasn't the only criteria, of course, and even the most powerful Jedi didn't serve for very long on average. It was a very stressful job.
The Council itself was made up of twelve members; three were members for life; four were long-term members and five were short-term members, chosen for their expertise in relation to the current happenings of the galaxy. While serving on the Council wasn't uncommon; the vast majority of Master's who had held more then a dozen Padawan's or served with distinction had done so on at least a short term basis, most Jedi did not serve long.
Yoda was one of the life-long members, having served on and off for the better part of five centuries. The sheer length of time was mind boggling to Obi-Wan, but Yoda did not seem particularly bothered by it. He hadn't served it all in a continuous period, after all. On occasion, Yoda had allowed another Jedi to take over his roll as a sort of substitute while the old Master simply allowed himself to relax, recharge and attend to his other obligations.
It was unheard of for a Jedi Master serving on the Council to have a Padawan at the same time, though. In the past, Yoda had always stepped down to handle the training of the next generation.
What made Obi-Wan special? Nothing, according to Yoda. The old troll just chuckled when he had asked.
'Special? One hundred and seventeen, you are, my young Padawan.' He had said. 'Special, you are not. Simply time for your training, it is. A lull, the galaxy has.'
Obi-Wan didn't understand at the time. He still didn't really understand.
"Master, what is the mission?" Obi-Wan asked. "Should this not be before the Council?"
"Mundane, it is. Special objective, there is not." Yoda mused. "Oversee the signing of a treaty, we will. On planet Ansion, it will be signed."
"Oh?" That sounded terribly important to Obi-Wan. "How is… that mundane?"
"Hmmm. Issues, there are not. All but agreed to, the treaty is. A military treaty, but also a commercial treaty, it is." Yoda seemed to not be terribly concerned. "Attend, we will. Ensure the proceedings are not interfered with, is our objective."
"But..."
"Not mundane, is it?" Yoda asked. "Perhaps for you, it is not. To the benefit of all, this treaty is. If vigilante we remain, uninteresting this mission will be." He paused for a moment. "Or interested, are you?"
"Uh… Not really." Obi-Wan had to admit, the idea of understanding a commercial treaty was… less then invigorating.
"Thought as much, I did." Yoda mused. "Seven signatories, there will be. Ansion, Keitum, Mondress, Lonnaw, Dorin, Eeropha, Glem Tho. The treaty, named the Keitumite Mutual Military Treaty, it will be."
"Yet it's being signed on Ansion?" Obi-Wan asked. Yoda nodded.
"Closest to neutral territory, it is." He admitted. "Why Jedi assistance has been requested, it is. Normally not intervene, we would, but accept this request, we have."
"Then we aren't just overseeing the treaty signing?" Obi-Wan asked. Yoda nodded.
"Mmm. For the Sector, a Senator, we will return." He stated. "Our mission, see the treaty signed. Bring back the Senator. Yes, yes, our mission, that is."
"Then the treaty is to be signed soon?"
"Two weeks, mmm?"
"Right..." Obi-Wan fidgeted a little in his spot.
"A world of green, Ansion is." Yoda noted. "Plains and hills, yes. Filled with similar creatures. Colonised, it is. Much like other worlds of its kind, it is." He paused a moment. "The city of Cuipernam, we will travel to. Unofficial capital, it is. Old and new construction, it has. Many people, much trade." Yoda hopped up from his seat, making his way to the washer with his dishes.
"Then the infrastructure will be odd." Obi-Wan mused. "There will be points where they swap over?"
"Indeed. A learning experience for you, it will be." Yoda noted. "Little resistance to the treaty, there is. Only the Commerce Guild, is there protest."
The Commerce Guild. That was an organisation that Obi-Wan had never really had anything to do with before. Yet the HoloNet drama's loved to portray them as a form of mafia. In truth, one had to wonder if the most ancient organisation, almost as old as Yoda if not slightly older, was not every bit as bad as the drama's portrayed.
It was a loose amalgamation of businesses, really, centred around a single chimera. The Commerce Guild did not uncommonly simply buyout its competition, like the other trading giants. Only Republic regulations kept them in check.
Really… this could easily go the way of a bad HoloDrama...
"Would they do anything, though?"
"Mmm… What think you, my Padawan?"
[ ] They would surely send an assassin to protect their interests.
[ ] Perhaps they would cause an incident to prevent the treaty from being signed and protect their interests?
[ ] Bribery, most likely. The best way to keep a treaty from being signed would be to make signing it less promising then not signing.
[ ] Nothing. Surely they know the Jedi are involved.
[ ] Write in.
PhDEevee
Mathematician and Questgiver
- Location
- Sydney
[X] Bribery, most likely. The best way to keep a treaty from being signed would be to make signing it less promising then not signing.
Not sure how I'd phrase a write-in on this, but I'd expect the Commerce Guild (as they're represented here) to use a combination of blackmail, bribery and extortion as well as diplomatic channels to put pressure on the treaty. Nothing traceable. Something like the military action of the analogous Trade Federation in the Phantom Menace would be unprecedented.
Not sure how I'd phrase a write-in on this, but I'd expect the Commerce Guild (as they're represented here) to use a combination of blackmail, bribery and extortion as well as diplomatic channels to put pressure on the treaty. Nothing traceable. Something like the military action of the analogous Trade Federation in the Phantom Menace would be unprecedented.
New Bunny quest!
[X] Perhaps they would cause an incident to prevent the treaty from being signed and protect their interests?
Clearly, this is the right answer.
Obi Wan Kenobi - master detective
Nothing is that easy.options said:
If they'd want to use bribery they would have done it a lot sooner. Right now is the time for desperate measures.options said:
Only sith deal in absolutes!options said:
[X] Perhaps they would cause an incident to prevent the treaty from being signed and protect their interests?
Clearly, this is the right answer.
Obi Wan Kenobi - master detective
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Ooh, a BlackHadou quest in a fandom I know better. This AU is already starting to seem interesting.
[x] Write-in: I do not know them well enough to judge. But if Jedi have been requested, surely there must be people who are expecting trouble.
Or alternatively, somebody wants the Jedi on hand to witness an opponent get framed, and Obi-Wan will have to dig out the truth. But that's a bit too paranoid for now.
[x] Write-in: I do not know them well enough to judge. But if Jedi have been requested, surely there must be people who are expecting trouble.
Or alternatively, somebody wants the Jedi on hand to witness an opponent get framed, and Obi-Wan will have to dig out the truth. But that's a bit too paranoid for now.
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BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
... I recently had a discussion with a few friends while marathoning the Original Trilogy and it occurred to us that Obi-Wan outright said he was Yoda's apprentice prior. Logical conclusion and all that jazz...
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
...Look underneath the underneath?
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Kakashi get out of my Star Wars....Look underneath the underneath?
- Location
- Philippines
[X] Perhaps they would cause an incident to prevent the treaty from being signed and protect their interests?
Delta Green
Big Boss
- Location
- Classified
Wait a second. Is Obi-Wan a Human or something else here?
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I think Obi-Wan is the 117th Padawan...
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
This. Yoda... isn't always clear. Your gonna have to do some parsing sometimes. Yoda is fun to write, but oh god sometimes the meaning just vanishes.
[x] Write-in: I do not know them well enough to judge. But if Jedi have been requested, surely there must be people who are expecting trouble.
So you now did a star wars quest. After playing Phantom Pain I'm tempted to give quest making a go again with a True Mandalorian Survivor Quest one day.
Looks like the mission's related to a legends canon event.
[X] Perhaps they would cause an incident to prevent the treaty from being signed and protect their interests?
Looks like the mission's related to a legends canon event.
[X] Perhaps they would cause an incident to prevent the treaty from being signed and protect their interests?
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Big Boss
- Location
- Classified
Yeah, I thought about it after posting and realized it was a possible meaning.
But really. Goddamnit Yoda, stop being cryptic sometimes.
Corvus Black
The Inestimable
- Location
- England
[X] Perhaps they would cause an incident to prevent the treaty from being signed and protect their interests?
The Negotiator is born early?
Anyway, Kenobi as Yoda's apprentice will be so much more than he was in canon. Dooku 2.0 is go!
As an aside, really like the idea behind this quest. I've had an Kenobi Quest on the backburner for awhile now, though headed in a different direction, thankfully.
The Negotiator is born early?
Anyway, Kenobi as Yoda's apprentice will be so much more than he was in canon. Dooku 2.0 is go!
As an aside, really like the idea behind this quest. I've had an Kenobi Quest on the backburner for awhile now, though headed in a different direction, thankfully.
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Getting Too Old For This...
- Location
- The Shadowlands
[x] Write-in: I do not know them well enough to judge. But if Jedi have been requested, surely there must be people who are expecting trouble.
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Getting Too Old For This...
- Location
- The Shadowlands
Heh, I just thought of another potential name for this quest if things go well: "It Really Was All Qui Gon's Fault, Wasn't It?"