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Jedi Lost

WHO: Obi-Wan Kenobi and YOU
WHERE: Throughout Tembra
WHAT: A new arrival!
WHEN: Beginning of December
WARNINGS: None - Will update if needed.

It was a strange experience.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had recently moved into the little hut that he found abandoned near the Dune Sea on Tatooine. His Eopie had been munching on feed nearby while he fiddled with the broken down vaporator, trying to get it running again so that he would have a source of water. The twin suns beating down on him as he worked. It was miserable work, but it was necessary. The hood of his cloak pulled over his head to protect him from the suns and the blowing sand.

He had just put in a new part and was hooking it up when things suddenly changed. He found himself waking up in a strange place, surrounded by old crumbling buildings covered in overgrowth. A far cry for the beak desert planet he had just been on. In alarm he tried to get his bearings, confusion overwhelming and threatening panic which is managed to quell by releasing his feelings into the Force. It was then that he caught sight of a glowing orb, finding himself drawn to it.

After getting the mental download, things were clearer, but he was no more happy for it. He shouldn't be here. This wasn't his place. His destiny and purpose was to be on that force forsaken planet, looking after a young boy who was no more than a baby. Not in this strange place called Agra 10. He had to get back, yet he didn't know the first clue on how to do so. If he could just find out where he was exactly, find a ship, something, he could get back to Luke.

Not trusting the device that he found himself with, he tucked it away in his robe and began exploring the dilapidated city. His hood still pulled over his head as he snuck about and rummaged around. His senses on the alert for anything that might be perceived as a threat. Any sudden movement likely resulting in him whirling around and taking the defensive with lightsaber in hand or a force push for anything that got too close. He was on edge, suspicious of everything, expecting to be attacked.

In his explorations he eventually comes upon the hangar, hope filling him as he sees the grounded ships. Finally, something that looked promising! The Jedi making a dash for them, and finding that he could only access one which happened to open up for him when he came near. It was the Twin Roses. With the utmost caution he carefully stepped onto the ship, hoping not to run into anyone, and making his way to the cockpit.

((OOC: Feel free to run into him just about anywhere in the city! If you want to continue off a TDM thread I'm cool with that too!))

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Yes, the doll is strange. Right down to the fact that Mini-C is now waving at Obi-Wan.

"Forgive me, but I don't recognize you. Are you new? I'm Reeve, by the way."

“It would seem that way,” Obi-Wan says still giving the doll a few peculiar glances. Maybe even a bit weirded out by it.

“I’m... Ben.” And he just can’t help himself as the doll waves at him. “Is that... thing. Is it alive?”

Mini would be so sad if he knew the guy was weirded out. As it was, it sagged at the question. People kept saying things like that.

"Yes, and no," Reeve admits. "It is animated through magic. Though Mini-C here is fully self aware, with his own personality and desires. Not unlike some of the 'droids' I have met in this place. However he is not a living being in the same manner that I am."

"Really? Though no droid I've ever known has felt like... Mini-C did you call it? Droids are not alive."

Thus they have no signature in the Force at all. This doll was different, though he would agree it didn't feel like an actual living creature either. It was as if it was somewhere in between. It was very odd to him.

Droids sure seemed alive to him. They definitely had personality. Mini-C wilted a little to hear the pronouncement that his friend BD-1 wasn't alive. Reeve reached down to pat the doll on the head.

"Droids are purely technology. Engineering and computers and the like. Mini comes from magic. There is a difference."

He's sorry that it's odd, but Reeve is used to this reaction by now. It meant that he took the observation with a smile and quite a good deal of patience.

"Does it help, Ben, if I tell you that he means no harm?"

Obi-Wan has a very different criteria in what makes something a living thing. Just because something has an artificial intelligence doesn't make it alive in his book.

"Oh, forgive me. I'm not afraid of your little friend. It's simply that, I have the ability to sense living things. Though I'm not certain what you mean exactly by magic, it clearly is different from what I'm accustomed to."

Some liked to think of what he did as magic, but Obi-Wan could argue that point.

"Yes, I have run into those before who have... been confused by him," Reeve admits, his voice soft and thoughtful. "But you are not the first to comment on sensing him. It was useful when Cal helped me find him when we were parted."

Not that he knows Cal would be known to this man. Or would come to be known to him. It's just what it could be.

"Magic is... Well, it's very hard to explain when I cannot display it beyond Mini himself. But back home I could call lightning or fire or ice. Mini is just a different form of magic."

“I see,” Obi-Wan says thoughtfully, still gazing at Mini while stroking his beard.

“Your magic must use some element of the Force. Which is to say, it’s an energy present in all life. If it didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to feel it.”

It’s a curious thing indeed. There were very rare instances where life just spontaneously appeared. But any individual being able to create life with the Force was unheard of.

Perhaps, but Reeve doesn't know that the word is suitable. Worlds are so different.

"I continue to puzzle people," he says with a chuckle. "I haven't really tried to look into it so deeply."

"Ah, well, my people were scholars of the Force. So I suppose its habit in my cause. Though there are times when things are best left to speculation."

Either way, it didn't really matter. The fact was that the man was capable of it, no matter the how or why. Obi-Wan then turns his attention back to the doll and bends over a bit to be more on its level.

"Forgive me if I offended you little one. It was certainly not my intention."

Scholars of the Force. And if the force is magic per Reeve's experience, that would make the man a magical scholar which was impressive. Impressive indeed.

The fact that he addressed Mini directly earned a warm and happy smile from Reeve. As for Mini, the doll held out a hand to shake.

"He forgives you for the unintended slight, and thanks you for the greeting. Most people aren't comfortable enough with that."

"I make it my practice to go beyond my comfort for that of others," Obi-Wan said with his own smile as he shook Mini's little hand. "It's only then that we can begin to understand each other." And in the situation they're in, understanding each other is very important.

"It is my hope that we can become friends." This said to both Mini and Reeve as Obi-Wan straightened up to look at the man again.

Well well well, this man was already meeting with Reeve's approval. Not, he knew, that anyone should require it. But he was still pleased.

"It is mine as well, Ben. As for Mini, he loves making friends."

Mini, hand shaken, was nodding vigorously now.

"I should warn you. My goal is to one day upgrade his form, which means he will be able to talk. Hopefully this will not bother you."

"Then I guess it's settled," Obi-Wan said with some amusement at Mini's enthusiastic nodding. As strange as the doll was to him, Mini was already starting to grow on him. He was a charming little magical being.

"Oh, not at all. We have droids that can speak as well. I look forward to having some interesting conversations." So long as Mini isn't the type to tell him the unlikely odds of everything they do or the like. There were some protocol droids that were a bit insufferable.

The most charming little magical being in Reeve's opinion. He loves his little friend, and the little guy helped take care of him.

"Yes, I've heard how droids speak. I cannot understand them, but Mini seems to get on with them well enough," Reeve muses. But he didn't know any protocol droids, so it was interesting.

"Ah, most droids where I come from speak in binary. Though what I mean is that some actually can speak basic, as well as a variety of other languages. There are protocol droids that often serve as translators."

Obi-Wan personally didn't like relying on droids if he could help it. Thus he had taken it upon himself to learn several languages himself. Plus there were situations where having a translator droid wasn't always possible.

In binary? Interesting. Reeve hadn't really understood their noises as such. How was someone supposed to understand that? He didn't understand.

"So you have droids to translate droids?"

“They can translate practically anything. There was one such protocol droid owned by a friend of mine who was... how did he put it, fluent in over six million forms of communication.”

It was a ridiculous thing, but the droid was loyal and proficient in what he did. Obi-Wan had relied on it a few times, including what he would consider the worst day of his life.

Forms of communication. Well now Reeve was pondering, and all he could do was smirk.

"Including interpretive dance?"

Was it wrong of him to want to know?

That caused the Jedi to chuckle. He hadn’t ever thought about that but who knows?

“I wouldn’t be surprised in all honesty.”

"Sounds like a valuable friend to have," Reeve chuckles, shaking his head. He stooped to gather Mini into his arms.

"You're newer, yes? Welcome to our... Well, I don't know much how to call it."

“I don’t know that I would call them friends, though some would.”

Obi-Wan was never attached to droids. Certainly not in the way that Anakin has been. He had always thought his former student was overly fond of the machines. It had created a problem more than once.

“Yes, I’ve only recently arrived. Whatever it might be called, I thank you for the welcome.”

"Have you chosen a datapoint yet?" he asks, because frankly, Reeve would like to know how the man was going to fit into the way their world has come to work.

“Not yet,” he admits. “I figured it would be wise to see where our little community is lacking and what I can contribute with the skills I already have before deciding.” He wanted to choose carefully if he could only have one at a time.

"A very reasonable manner of considering things," Reeve says, his voice warm with clear approval.

"I'm certain if you reach out to our communication network, people might be able to tell you where we're particularlly lacking. I think agriculture and medicine are two of the less served areas. And engineering is always useful. Security less so on the planet itself, and piloting only when we're on the ships."

But sometimes they're not prepared for when they are going ot head onto the ships so what can you do?

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