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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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His smile is easier at that, more genuine as he nods then. "Yeah. It's...been a while. One of the nice things about here." He'd made little friends on Bracca, and the only one he could truly call such was gone, in a way because of him. It's another sacrifice Cal won't let go to waste.

"The people here have been good. No one that I've come across has tried to cause any trouble, and everyone looks out for each other. I guess it also helps that we mostly have a common interest in trying to figure out things around here too."

When his tablet pings, Cal looks back at it and taps out a reply. "He says he's not busy. We can meet him by the hotel. It's back that way."

"I'm glad to hear that. Nothing hurts one's survival more than animosity with those around them." If they were going to get through this, everyone needed to work together. So it's good to know that the others here already have come to that conclusion.

Hearing that Echo is willing to meet with them though, Obi-Wan nods. The Jedi mentally preparing himself for the encounter and straightening up. "All right, lead the way my young friend."

Getting to his feet, Cal stretches an arm out towards BD-1, the little droid hopping up to pick his way back up to his customary place behind the padawan. After tucking away his communicator, he nods at Obi-Wan.

"Let's get going then." He looks around briefly to get himself situated, then points off in the direction they're going to be headed. "It'll be back that way," he says as he begins to lead on.

Rising to his feet, the Jedi shakes out his cloak and then folds his hands before following after Cal and his little droid friend. Trying to sort out his thoughts as he went while not allowing things to lapse into total silence between them.

"How long have you been here, exactly? From what I can tell, others have been here for quite some time."

It will be a short while before the party of two (or three, counting BD-1) is joined by one more.

Habits remain and Echo walks the path away from the abandoned Target, slipping the communication device back into one of his pouches so that he doesn't keep Cal and whoever else is in his company waiting.

That's the thing, though. Who is the person who wants to meet him?

Under the helmet, his brow knits as he goes through several possibilities. Yet he does his best not to keep his hopes up. Each step still has a purpose, however, and his eventual arrival will be apparent once he gets to the hotel.

"Not as long as some. It's kind of hard to keep track though. The day cycles here are longer. Still, I'd say at least several months," Cal says as he walks. Behind him BD-1 glances every now and then at the Jedi following them, sometimes dangling off of one of the padawan's harness straps by a foot. "For some who've been here, it's not their first experience being brought in from the world they know."

The walk isn't too long but it is slightly winding for the buildings and ruins they have to make their way around before they finally reach the next main street that passes between. Cal points out the hotel itself once it's in clearer view.

"There's plenty of serviceable rooms to stay in, here. You can always find another place later on too. I've made something of a salvage and repair place in the northwestern quarter of the city."

Pulling his hood back over his head as they walked, Obi-Wan nodded as he listened.

“There are many things to get used to and learn I’m sure. One thing at a time.” This said as he took note of the hotel. He would be certain to check that out sometime. Though Obi-Wan would prefer having a quiet place to himself. That could be a goal. Maybe he could find something as Cal has.

“I’m glad to hear you have been doing well for yourself.”

As they got closer to Echo though, the Jedi became quiet and more tense. Focusing more on steadying his nerves rather than talking. Thus when they came into view of the clone Obi-Wan was silent, looking like a nondescript Jedi in his robes. His cloak pulled around him to conceal his lightsaber and anything else that might identify him as he wished to reveal himself on his own terms.

Seemingly unaware of their approach, the ARC Trooper holds his blaster close. Eyes up. Ears open. Surely there's nothing to be worried about here where there has been no signs of trouble, but it's still off-putting when he's gotten so used to the noise the war brought with it. He's far from relaxed, and the subtleties in his posture still show he's prepared.

The helmet, featureless aside from its darkened visor and the painted blue lines curving into the matching fin, turns in their direction once he picks up on their arrival. A noticeable pause runs its course before he recognizes the Scrapper.

"Cal?"

The inflection of the clone's voice lacks the hardened edge normally found in the timely responses to commands and new orders. As the blaster lowers into a resting position, Echo turns the rest of the way to properly greet them. "Good timing. I'm glad we didn't miss each other." It may not be very obvious, but he's clearly curious as to who Cal's new mysterious friend is.

"Had some ups and downs, but I think I'm finally able to start moving past the last pitfall I've been stuck in," Cal admits.

He can sense Echo's nearness, but it's Obi-Wan's rising tension that gets his attention once they come into view of the clone trooper. Turning to address Echo he falters as he realizes his mistake. His fault, this is on him.

"Hey Echo," he says, lifting a hand to gesture that he lower his weapon, the other lifting towards his fellow Jedi. "We're going to be all right here, right?" He glances meaningfully at Obi-Wan before looking to Echo again, pointedly keeping his place between the two of them, an unlikely mediator but one nevertheless.

"You two know each other, don't you?"

That tension comes to a head when Obi-Wan first sees Echo.

For a split moment, he was back on Coruscant, facing clone troopers from the 501st no less, pointing blasters at him. Seeing that armor, and a raised blaster, triggers an instant reaction in the Jedi. His lightsaber suddenly in his hand and ignited. It’s blue blade humming as he held it ready.

But as Cal smartly comes between them and speaks, Obi-Wan blinks and breathes in deeply. The Jedi remembering himself and the situation. Slowly he lowers his weapon and deactivates it, his hooded head nodding at Cal. Though his eyes remain fixed on Echo.

The thrum of energy is one Echo has heard before. Drawing from his experiences in the 501st, he knows the lightsaber is reserved for the enemies of the Republic. This, however, is an act that's potentially aimed toward him. It isn't surprising when the clone in turn reacts in a similar manner, blaster rising seconds later on the draw.

Things could have gone worse had Cal not stepped in between them.

The muscles in his body are rigid, shoulders squared and arms raised at level and remaining where they are until he's told otherwise. And despite throwing Cal a questioning glance – one as far as the helmet will deliver, anyway – he complies with the hand gesture. He voluntarily begins to let go of the barrel of the blaster, letting it drop down to his side as he shows both Cal and Obi-Wan his now-empty palm.

"Yeah," he then says as evenly as possible, the shakiness of his breathing barely audible. "'Course we'll be alright." He even continues, bending at the knees so that he can leave the blaster on the ground. But his eyes stay on Obi-Wan the whole time.

"You two know each other, don't you?"

It takes him a second to straighten up, leaning forward a touch to see the face within the confines of the hood. And it hits him. "...General Kenobi?"

It is taking everything in him not to relapse to that moment. Cal knew what he was potentially getting himself into the moment he'd set foot between the ARC Trooper and the Jedi Master. He's tensed, unarmed, but fully ready to use the Force to get them to stand down one way or another. Behind him BD-1 shifts anxiously, glancing between the two.

And when both comply and lower their weapons, both the padawan and even the droid seem to sigh with relief. But even Cal can't completely shrug off being on his guard. That's something that's been hardwired into him for the years he's spent in hiding. Trust no one. Yet here are two people he can say he trusts, which is what makes it all the more imperative for him to get them past this point. A semblance of how things were. ...no, even he knows better than to hope for that. But here they can start fresh.

Looking between Jedi and Clone, Cal nods then at the latter, a faint, crooked smile tugging at his lips as Echo recognizes the former.

It was the beard wasn’t it? Anakin after all hadn’t had one, plus Obi-Wan still has both of his flesh hands. So naturally he would be the trooper’s next guess. The lack of a hostile reaction upon Echo’s realization causes the Jedi to relax.

With his lightsaber clipped back on his belt, Obi-Wan then raised his hands to push back his hood and reveal his face. The man looking just like the clone would remember him except with perhaps just a touch of grey on his sideburns and a weary look about him.

“Hello, Echo,” he says evenly. His hands then folding in his large sleeves. Looking much calmer now that the tense moment had passed, allowing himself to shrug off those feelings.

“Forgive me. I have come from some ... very trying times.”

It was most likely the beard. The voice and the reveal of the rest of the older Jedi's face would confirm it was the General of the 212th.

Stealing a glance Cal's way, Echo's helmet appears to tilt slightly before looking back at Obi-Wan. The longer he takes in those details of the grey and the degree of weariness the man has on his being is instantly chased away with the Jedi's calm visage – the image he's familiar with.

"Sir." It's automatic. He finds himself standing at attention, not exactly in the same way he did when he was a rookie, but it still garners respect for a general he hasn't seen in a while. "It's all right, sir. It's just..." So many questions are rising up and he doesn't know where to begin, especially when he mentions 'very trying times.' Again, his visor tilts in Cal's direction. "You mean...?"

Cal takes a step back so he isn't immediately in either of the two's way. From Obi-Wan, he looks to Echo, nodding slowly.

"Earlier than me, closer to you. But...yeah." He's sure he doesn't have to go back over those details again, and there's already been enough revisiting the past for a reunion. Most likely it won't be the last time things will be brought up, but it would be better to bridge that when all parties were willing to.

When Echo snaps to attention, Obi-Wan raises his hand in objection. “Please, I’m no longer a general. For me the war is over. You don’t have to do that.” It just didn’t feel quite right to him anymore. The use of such formalities seemed pointless.

He then quietly watched the exchange between Echo and Cal, understanding what they meant. That was good. One less thing he had to explain, though he expected there round be questions nonetheless.

“I should tell you both that I have been referring to myself here as Ben Kenobi. That is the name I have been using since I went into hiding.”

He hasn’t yet decided if he should continue that or not.

Echo slowly nods, understanding what Cal means by that. "...Right." The tension in the clone's shoulders and arms goes slack, still keeping form despite being told by Obi-Wan that such military formalities are pointless. And they are, considering they're nowhere near the galaxy they've all come from, nor are they all from the same point of time where it would still matter.

Yet Echo feels like he's at a loss, the reverberation of the reality washing back over him as he stands in silence for a short while.

"In hiding." It's more of a statement, knowing what he's been told, what he's being reminded of here and now. His head dips in hesitation, but he looks between the two jedi, letting his gaze shift over to the latter. "That's...if this is how you want to be addressed, I'll try my best." And he bites down on the 'sir' in his first attempt, finding it difficult to rid himself of the habit he's been ingrained with.

Glad that he doesn't have to make his point any clearer, Cal nods again. It makes things more than awkward, but he's a little more thankful that things have already been touched upon beforehand, and with a third party that wasn't directly associated with any of the terrible happenings of their galaxy.

"Ben, huh?" Cal asks as he looks back at Obi-Wan. It might be easier for him with the transition than it will be for the clone trooper. "Jon did mention that was what you called yourself."

He shrugs a little, looking again between Echo and Obi-Wan. "Figured it would be better to get this out of the way sooner than later. Echo hasn't been here too much longer than you have- Ben, and while I'm hardly an expert in the place, just let me know if there's anything I can do to help out or try to explain. You can ask anyone else around too. I can vouch for most of them." Some he hasn't gotten to know very well, but he's not come across anyone outright antagonistic as the first time Ren had been around, at least.

“It’s not a matter of what I want,” he said with a sigh. In fact, Obi-Wan would like it if they called him by his name or Master Kenobi. That’s what he preferred. It’s what felt familiar. However, just because it’s what he wanted didn’t mean it was practical.

“I only just arrived, and I truly haven’t decided yet. After all, who is to say someone won’t arrive who is looking for me. Using my alternate name may prevent what nearly happened here, at least for a time. So, for now I would ask you both to go along with it, until I decide or circumstances dictate otherwise.”

It was with caution that he was asking this of them. Perhaps when he felt more comfortable here and had made friends among those stranded, he would make his actual name and position known.

Edited 2020-12-20 14:40 (UTC)

Considering all of what the former General says according to his current personal circumstances, it makes sense not to bring too much attention to himself. The spontaneity of the situation here on and outside of Agra 10 only causes more problems should they run into others from their universe. From what he's seen of the current residents, they haven't been suspicious or outright untrustworthy.

So far, to be honest – his contact list is short here.

The clone nods. "Yes." Echo's tone is apologetic for saying as much, compartmentalizing everything for the time being so that he can focus on what's happening now. Cal has a better grip on everything here, so he defers to what the young man says.

Cal hardly needs further explanation, and the understanding is clear as he looks at Obi-Wan to nod. There really is no telling who might be brought in any more, especially if the Agrii aren't even in control of it- if they ever had been.

"I can have BeeDee send you the coordinates to the salvage shop where we stay. And of course you can just use the communicator to send a message too." It probably doesn't need to be said, but he decides to anyway. Even in such an empty place, Temba could still be pretty widespread. He's sure that Obi-Wan could just try tracking him down too. Although that does remind him of something.

"I do have to warn you," the padawan begins, glancing briefly at Echo before he looks to Obi-Wan. "There's a beach at the end of the trail leading from the city, where there are some caverns. Something about them....it does strange things to technical equipment and other abilities. My Force sensitivity just exploded. Maybe you won't have as bad a backlash than me, but...just a head's up if you think to explore there."

BD-1 pokes his head over his shoulder and twitters, making Cal laugh a bit. "Yes, you were lit up like a glow rod. That was kind of weird too."

Obi-Wan nods as well as the two of them seem to understand his reasoning. That was all that need to be said then. He could only hope that there will not be any problems going forward. Perhaps one day he could feel secure in being a Jedi here. If he was even still here. There was hope his stay wouldn’t be a long one.

There was another nod when Cal offered the coordinates to his shop. That would be useful, and he would like to keep in close contact with the boy. They were both Jedi survivors. It would be a good thing. Though as the Padawan mentioned these strange caverns, the Jedi’s brows rose. “Really? Well I appreciate the warning. It is something I will certainly keep in mind.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze then turned to Echo. “However, we must not forget the reason we came here. There is something we need to discuss, trooper.”

Echo shares the glance Cal casts his way, nodding as he speaks of the caverns. BeeDee's twittering elicits a soft chuckle, the memory of the droid's experience more favorable than seeing Cal in the state he was in during that time.

In being addressed, the clone stiffens, managing to shrug it off shortly thereafter since he's not in trouble for anything. "So it's more than a reunion?" he asks Obi-Wan, glancing between him and Cal. He's a little off-guard in the moment, but they have his attention. "Whatever it is that needs to be discussed, I'm open to it."

For the first time in a long while, Cal's managed to feel comfortable being around anyone. But he can't forget how hard it had been at the beginning, right after everything had happened, being alone and uncertain of who could be trusted any more, and when no one trusted the Jedi in turn. It's easier to see the true damage done in retrospect, but it hurts no less.

Nodding as Obi-Wan brings them back to the main reason they'd sought out Echo, Cal turns his attention to the ARC Trooper again.

"It's about what Jon and I were trying to help figure out back on the Agrii ship," he says before glancing back at the other Jedi. "Ben knows what we're looking for." He hesitates to say anything more, feeling it best Obi-Wan explain further as he will.

There was a moment of hesitation, but Ben nodded as well. This wouldn’t be an easy discussion, and would likely lead to certain questions. Once that he needed to brace himself for.

“Yes. While I don’t know what Cal has told you, it’s clear you know about what happens to the Jedi and how your brothers were involved.”

There’s a grim expression on his face, his tone somber. It wasn’t an easy thing to talk about, and he doubted it ever would be. Cal was further removed from the incident and clearly just as scarred as he was.

“I’m afraid it was planned from the very beginning.”

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