master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
Obi-Wan sat in the booth, letting the shadows obscure his features. The untouched glass of alcohol was the object of his unfocussed vision, as the sights and sounds of the mid-level club blurred and buzzed around him.

He couldn't believe it. Qui-Gon was ready to give him up. Him! The faithful Padawan that had been his companion for nigh on twelve years! And for what? A cheeky blond kid who had managed to turn Qui-Gon's head with his unnaturally high midichlorian count.

Obi-Wan snorted to himself. The kid was trouble, and his Master couldn't sense it. He had no idea that this was going to end badly. Obi-Wan could, even though he didn't know how, but it was.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. Hell, he should be meditating. They had to return with the queen to Naboo in 24 hours. He should definitely not be hung over when they left. It would look bad.

He sighed. He was behaving like a two-year-old, he knew, but he had been deeply hurt by Qui-Gon's words in the Council chamber.

Oh well, he'd just finish this one drink and head back to the Temple.

...He didn't move.
master_obiwan: (Uhhhhh.....)
[some time after this]

Obi-Wan walked into the boys' room and stopped dead in his tracks. He blinked a few times before facepalming.

"Kaelin. Why am I not surprised," he stated, walking over to the lad who was hovering happily a few feet off the ground. The youngster clapped his hands in delight as he let his papa snatch him out of the air. "We ought to start giving you Force-control lessons."

Kaelin merely giggled and gave Obi-Wan a sloppy kiss on the cheek before snuggling into the man's arms. Obi-Wan hugged his son close, and headed out into the living room.

the last year had been an adventurous one, to say the least. The boys' personalities hadn't changed much, with Myrddin being the head-strong impatient one, and Kaelin the more calculated and even tempered. They were both equally strong in the Force, and they had driven both Obi-Wan and Padme to near insanity as their abilities began t manifest in small, quiet ways.

Obi-Wan sighed. He wouldn't have traded the last two years for anything.

He joined Padme and Myrddin, and together, the four of them exited the house to head into town for the festival...
master_obiwan: (Tied Up)
He's in his room.

He's naked.

He's kneeling on his bed, arms raised above his head and chained to the ceiling.

Don't ask how he managed to get like that. He just did.

His eyes are downcast and the Sith is safely locked away really, really tightly.

Now, it's just a matter of time before she arrives.

When she does, she'll find all sorts of toys laid out for her to use.

And a trussed-up Obi-Wan.

Joy.
master_obiwan: (Otherways -- Free The Darkness)
He's in his study.

He's cleared a spot on the wall and tacked up a piece of flimsi with a single word written on it.

Akarus.

He's throwing a kife at it, letting the thunk! of the blade sinking into the wall reverberate through him. Then he pulls it out and throws it again.

It's a fun game.

And lets anyone watching know what he truly thinks of that name.

...Have at it.
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(Yes, this is the mun goggling...)
master_obiwan: (Contemplating Tea)
Some time during the last couple of hours, bacta has been applied to Padme's wounds so that they can heal. It's the least Obi-Wan can do for her, seeing as he's the one who inflicted them in the first place.

He's sitting in a comfy chair, in the sitting-room part of Padme's nook in Milliways, one leg crossed over the other, reading one of the books from his room. He's dressed simply, in a white t-shirt and black slacks. All that's missing is the pipe, reading glasses and slippers...

*THWAP!*

Ow. *rubs head* Yes, strike that last line.


All that's missing is the pipe, reading glasses and slippers...

Anyway. Obi-Wan. Sitting. Reading. Padme's room.

Right.

There's a platter with food and drink on the table in front of him, because he's been really stingy with them.

He glances at his chrono casually and sighs sighs delicately. He really ought to let her loose. He's sure that she's learned the lesson. With a casual wave of his hand in the general direction of the bedroom, Obi-Wan uses the force to disintegrate the rope and unlock the Force collar.

After a moment's thought, he even dissolves the gaga and blindfold, figuring that Padme won't be strong enough to undo either.

The closet had been left unlocked after he applied the bacta, so she should have no issues getting out.
master_obiwan: (Otherways -- Red Sith)
[after THIS]

As Obi-Wan steps out of Milliways, he's happy to note that only a couple of hours have passed and he's once more outside the cantina he had been trying to get into previously.

The darkened street held no secrets to the Sith-Jedi, as he pulls his hood closer around his face and headed out into the night, becoming one with the shadows.

*****

Back in his hideout, far from prying eyes and...

Wait, what? What planet is he on? How the hell should I know? I'm just the mun! And Obi-Wan doesn't trust me with this information. Something about me blabbing it to Other People. *shrugs* Don't look at me like that.

Anyhow...

Back in his hideout, far from prying eyes, he settles down to think about all that had happened to him. Here, in his Universe, nothing except a few hours had passed, yet he had spent a considerable amount of time inside that blasted Bar. He supposes that the only good thing that came out of it was gaining a Queen and, he hopes, a new disciple.

Both Padme and Sabe had great potential; Padme, as his Queen, would help him once the Sith eventually sought to rule the galaxy. Sabe would keep him grounded in all things, her unassuming manner and lack of great Force-sensitivity making her ideal as the Jedi's companion.

Yes, his time there had yielded much, but he still sought one more to add to his growing harem and that was Anakin Skywalker. Not the youth that had once vowed to kill him, no. But another, stronger Anakin, one who knew the Dark Side and knew what it was that could be taught. That one would take more time, however, if he ever managed to end up back in that Sith-forsaken place.

The beeping of his comm console jolted him from his deep meditation, which he hadn't realized he had sunk into. He padded over to the console and peered down at the blinking light. He punched a button and saw, to his amazement, that it wasn't a comm-call, but a message. A message that was from someone unexpected, but not unknown.

There is a bounty on Dooku, placed by an anonymous contact from the Commerce Guild. Skywalker is being sent to investigate and collect on it if he can. If you can beat him, it would be a great step towards your redemption.

Signed,
Your Temple Friend.



Hmm...such a lucrative prospect. And he knew that redemption in this case did not mean his reinstatement into the Order.

No, redemption meant no longer being branded 'traitor' and 'abomination'; it meant an acknowledgment of the former Jedi's status as merely another person in the galaxy and not an outcast. In short, it would redeem his name within the annals of the Jedi as merely another who had struck out on his or her own path. He would become one of the Lost Jedi.

And in turn he would forgo his plans at galactic domination.

After all, it was only fair.

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