"You were the chosen one"
"I HATE YOU"
Obi-wan got out of his bed soaked in sweat again. His bed was also all wet. Obi-wan sat on his bed, trying to gasp for air, the dream he had was still there. The last thing he saw of his former apprentice was a frightened boy whose Master failed him. He was a limbless being who had caught on fire due to the flames surrounding his body, the agony, the pain he was in, Obi-wan had wanted to kill him, and had considered it after sensing Palpatine's arrival, but even if it wasn't for that, he still wasn't sure if he could kill his best friend, someone who he had considered a brother, and a close friend, but now it was nothing more, but a distant memory.
He had heard that Anakin was alive through a radio on the cantina, regonzing the name Darth Vader. It was enough to send him into a panic. He had spoken to Master Yoda about it, but the old Master had assured him that Anakin wouldn't come back, and Luke was already safe. Obi-wan only hoped his old friend was right because if the Empire would discover his existence, then there would be danger. The Order 66 survivor had not kept up with his training. He for the majority of the time had to conceal his abilities for his protection. His lightsaber skills had also gotten rusty considering Obi-wan had not used it since his duel with his apprentice. Instead he had buried the lightsabers in his home, so no one would find it, as well as the other items he had carried with him on his travels.
A communicator was beeping on the table, but Obi-wan knew who it was. Senator Organa gave him this for emergencies. Obi-wan however has no interest in picking it up. He has felt no disturbance in the force. He had gone back to his bed, looking at the ceiling before his eyes suddenly shut.
The twin suns had gone up, Obi-wan who had bags under his eyes had washed his face, and had a quick breakfast before getting changed into his usual attire. Today he was going to one of the local markets to trade for food once he had collected from his farm. He got outside to collect his things in his basket, packing it all in a bag with the rest of his stuff before he mounted his eopie, heading to the local market. Over these past ten years, he had been going to his place for food, and supplies, but over the course of time, he had limited resources, only his personal belongings, and credits that he took with him when arriving to this planet. Spending it on this small hut with a farm to the side could only get him by, but Obi-wan was fine with that considering he didn't want much. Right now the only thing he was doing was walking on top of his animal to the hard desert sand of the planet. The wind was blowing hard, but Obi-wan had his hood up along with his goggles that could see through harsh conditions such as this. He continued to leap out his eopie, not too far ahead from his destination. Once the wind blew in the other direction, he had stopped. Sand people were surrounding him with their weapons ready to shoot on site.
The eopie was beginning to freak out, but it had calmed down when Obi-wan patted it on the back. Rather than choose violence, he took out part of his lunch for the day before tossing it on the ground. The savages of the waste land had fought each other for the food, so Obi-wan decided to use it as a distraction to keep going forward, being another typical day for him.
He had finally arrived in the small town. Obi-wan got off, putting the ranes on the hooks to tie, so the eopie wouldn't be wandering off. He then tipped a credit to one of the jawas that had owned this section. Once that was done, he decided to bring his stuff, going inside to the merchants, but not before freezing in place. He had felt a presence nearby, it was familiar, but he didn't recognize it. Instead he shrugged his shoulders before going into the tent, hopping it would be quick, but the line was semi long, making the former Jedi wait. These things made him uncomfortable, being out in the open, so he had pulled up his hood, leaving it for right now. He had known crolute for a while, he had been going to him every time, already knowing he was a hard person to please, but Obi-wan would get more than he had thanks to his old negotiation skills.
He was already up close, already smelling the odor of the vendor. Obi-wan had given him the goods from his farm to sell to other merchants throughout the town. The crolute breath was already breathing towards his face, making Obi-wan hold his breath.
"Stranger, lets see what you have today" the bulky crolute looked through his pile, giving Kenobi the credits, as usual. Obi-wan looked at it, then the vendors dark eyes before taking it, and going.
Obi-wan stepped out of the tent, looking around, the market was busy as usual which he had hoped. He had, as usual, spent his day looking through the market, getting stuff for his home.
Right now there was nothing worth buying aside from only what he needed, but he did stumble towards a stand no one was going too. The elderly man looked at him, giving only a slight smile.
"Hello there, what are you selling today?" Obi-wan asked him.
"Just old junk that I am selling, sadly I haven't had good fortune. These are just antiques that no one buys anymore"
"Well I would like to look if you don't mind?" Obi-wan told him, which the man applied.
Obi-wan looked at the junk in the bin, noticing these were not normal items, but toys. Kenobi looked at the old man, "These are old toys"
The elderly nodded his head, "Indeed. They were my son's, but he grew sick, and passed away young. My wife had also recently passed, so I am just getting rid of these stuff, so I can go off world, and travel the stars just like I had dreamed of with my family"
Obi-wan had a sad look on his face, "I am truly sorry, I to had lost people I cared about over the years. I would like to buy that model" he pointed out to the small shaped shuttle.
The old man picket it up, stroking his beard, as he examined the figure, "Why yes it is a T-16 skyhopper, my son use to love it. Tell me stranger, do you have kids?"
Obi-wan shook his head, "I am afraid not, but I know someone who may like it, here" he gave the man the credits. They were more than enough to take a shuttle out of here. The old man looked at him before bowing his head, "Thank you sir"
Obi-wan didn't say anything, but instead had decided to leave. There was something familiar in the distance, a hood, but Obi-wan tried to ignore it, going back to his eopie, so he could get out. He had sped out, paying the Jawas before heading out. Obi-wan looked back again, but the shadow he thought was following must have been his imagination. Obi-wan instead looked forward, marching towards the hot dessert.
Obi-wan had gone back to his home, putting his stuff down before removing his hood. He sat on the sofa, taking a breather. He felt crazy, being on the planet so long it was like the heat had messed with his head. He went in his bag to pick up the toy, feeling how small it was while being held with Obi-wan's big hand. He laid it on the counter. It was only the afternoon though. He decided to continue his day before it had ended. While getting up, he had noticed the communicator going off was gone, but that is when he remembered he had hid it away. Whatever he was needed for, his mission was only to stay here. Once he unpacked, he continued his day by planting the seeds in the gate, not much, but it was the best he had. He would then wait by going inside to do the rest of his daily tasks from watching over Luke in the distance or when he is not doing that work on his home.
Nightfall soon hit, and Obi-wan was in his camp fire, playing with the flames from his wooden stick. He was cooking his meal with the fire, but it was only for a bit. He knew soon the sand people would be out, coming for him, so once that was done, he took the second meat before going out to the center of the sand to drop it this way they wouldn't come to him.
Obi-wan then went back inside with his meal to go have it. As usual he had dinner by himself.
He missed the days when going out to Jesters Diner made him wonder what happened to his old friend.
Obi-wan was finished with dinner, and had started cleaning up until he heard a knock, making him freeze, never getting guests. He slowly walked to the door with caution with a small blaster in his hand. Kenobi opened the door with his blaster pointing at the guest, but he pulled back after the stranger removed his hood.
"Now is that a way to greet your old friend Obi-wan"
"Bail" Obi-wan said, taken aback. He looked the same, as when they last saw each other ten years ago, minus small grays on the side.
Kenobi stepped aside allowing his old friend to come in. By far Bail was silent, he just stepped in, snooping around the small area. It took a minute before he could speak, "Smells good, should have saved me some" he chuckled in a joking tone.
Obi-wan had his arms folded, "If I knew you were coming, I would have prepped food for you. What are you doing here Bail, is everything okay with the girl?"
"Leia is alright my friend, that I assure, I am here for something else"
Obi-wan tightens his eyes while listening, "Oh? What would that be"
Bail took a deep breath, not sure where to begin before speaking, "As you know there have been those speaking out against Palpatine, and the Empire. These people had come into groups of Rebel cells. While I have been searching for more, I have encountered a Jedi that has been out in the openned, you remember Quinlian Vos"
"Quinlian?" Obi-wan said in surprise.
"I found him helping out a group of refugees. I decided to recruit him for his help in finding more people to join our cause, but on a mission, Master Vos had vanished. He was on a planet in the greenlands. We haven't heard from him since"
"So why are you going to me with this? Why not someone else?"
"Because you are the only one I trust with this. If Master Vos is captured, and interrogated, he may break, and lead the Empire straight to my home. I don't even need to tell you what would happen if they found Leia"
Obi-wan shocked his head in disappointment, "You know how Quinlian is, you shouldn't have got him involved let alone begin a Rebellion"
Bail felt annoyed by this, "I had to do something. The Empire is tearing the galaxy apart. We need to gather our alleys as much as possible. There was no one else without revealing myself, and endangering my people. Trust me I know its dangerous, but no one expects a thing yet"
"Does Quinlian know about me?" Obi-wan asked, but Bail shook his head.
"No, he kept trying to find you. Wanted to use my resources, but I kept pushing it off"
"Still I have to watch after Luke. What if something happens, and I am not there to protect him"
"And if they trace me back to you the boy is in danger either way. Please Obi-wan, I need your help" Bail pleading for help
Obi-wan sighed, "Alright I will come with you, I just need to pack"
Bail gave a slight smile, "Alright I will have a transport pick you up in the morning" The Senator of Alderaan closed the door, leaving Obi-wan alone in his thoughts.
The next Morning Obi-wan was already prepared to leave. He didn't take anything, just his blaster, and lightsaber clipped into his belt, hiding it over his cloak. He locked his door, and took his eopie, riding north. He stopped by the Lars's homestead, looking at the ten year old boy. Luke was on top of the hut pretending to be a pilot, his aunt watching in amusement while Owen continued working on his farm. Obi-wan smiled, hoping that everything will be alright when he is gone, he turned around to leave, trusting that the force would protect them.
He continued riding his eopie through the desert, recalling that it was Bail who was watching him, and it was Bail who tried to contact him, however Obi-wan didn't sense anything through the force. He still had his force abilities, but he was weak for how long he neglected it. This only made him worried how the mission would go, but he couldn't turn back now with too much being on the line.
Obi-wan had finally gotten to the entrance. He first started by selling his eopie for credits knowing how long he could be gone, and needing credits if he was going to go out in the galaxy. After that he walked around, looking for Organa. Instead he pumped into one of the Senator's men. Obi-wan was prepared to fight, but the guard stopped him, and motioned to follow him.
Bail was in the back at an arena where other transports were.
"Glad you made it" Bail nodded to his old friend. Obi0wan just nodded his head before Bail started motioning him to get into his ship.
Obi-wan looked at the ground one last time, as he kept seeing the distance go farther, and farther.
The old Jedi had worried, but he had to trust his gut. Everything was going to turn out fine.