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fragmentsofthegalaxySiri debarked her ship wearily, determination and stubbornness driving her on as she stepped silently onto Temple ground for only the second time since.... Since. She hadn’t wanted to return to the Temple at all, but it had become a necessity. She was running herself ragged, she was all too aware; even the Force wasn’t enough to keep her going indefinitely. She was pale, drawn, her features more angular than they had been; her appetite had been all but nonexistent for quite some time and she wasn’t fit for company much anymore. She was irritable, her tongue more sharp than usual. But she wasn’t important. What was important was her mission. Self-assigned though it might be.
Nothing. Obi-Wan had been missing for...MONTHS too kriffing long. And still NOTHING. Nothing concrete. Rumours and whispers and hearsay. Even with the Force guiding her steps, telling her that he was alive, that he needed her, needed THEM, there was nothing concrete to lead her where she needed to go.
Not yet.
So she kept searching.
He was alive. There was no doubt in her mind. She would KNOW it if he were dead. So she would search until she found him.
Master Windu was waiting for her as she moved deeper inside the Temple, and she tensed. She was not in the mood for the argument that was to come. And she knew it was coming; the look on his face told her all she needed to know.
“You need to stop this,” he told her without preamble. “Obi-Wan is dead. You must accept that.”
She looked at him, jaw set. “No, Master Windu, I need to do no such thing.” She kept moving. If he wanted to do this he would have to keep up. Which he did. Unfortunately.
“It’s been MONTHS. This is pointless. You’re needed here; personal missions aren’t what being a Jedi is.” And before she could interrupt him he continued. “If this has to do with your feelings for him...”
She came to a halt, pivoting sharply towards him. “My feelings towards him? This has nothing to do with anything resembling attachment, and everything to do with the fact that he would do the same if it were any of us!” There was no denying that however much she’d tried to put her feelings for Obi-Wan Kenobi aside, she’d failed. But that wasn’t the driving force behind her search. Her feelings didn’t matter. What mattered was the man they’d lost. She stepped forward, going toe to toe with him without thinking. “He’s been the grasp of Maul and his brother for MONTHS. You know how much Maul hates him. His suffering is beyond anything we can imagine.”
Exhaling raggedly, she turned on her heels and stalked down the corridor. “I’m going after him, Mace. You can’t talk me out of this.”
He didn’t follow her. Thank the Force. She was at a loss, as she wandered the Temple. She wanted to be back out there, searching for him, following what little she had to go on to try and find him.
Before it was too late.
But it would take time to refuel her ship, and she needed to... accept that. She couldn’t make it go any faster. Down time would be hers, whether she wanted it or not. But perhaps she could put it to use. Dex. She needed to visit Dex. If anyone might have heard something, it would be the Besalisk. He’s become a very good friend, since...
Since.
Nothing. Obi-Wan had been missing for...
Not yet.
So she kept searching.
He was alive. There was no doubt in her mind. She would KNOW it if he were dead. So she would search until she found him.
Master Windu was waiting for her as she moved deeper inside the Temple, and she tensed. She was not in the mood for the argument that was to come. And she knew it was coming; the look on his face told her all she needed to know.
“You need to stop this,” he told her without preamble. “Obi-Wan is dead. You must accept that.”
She looked at him, jaw set. “No, Master Windu, I need to do no such thing.” She kept moving. If he wanted to do this he would have to keep up. Which he did. Unfortunately.
“It’s been MONTHS. This is pointless. You’re needed here; personal missions aren’t what being a Jedi is.” And before she could interrupt him he continued. “If this has to do with your feelings for him...”
She came to a halt, pivoting sharply towards him. “My feelings towards him? This has nothing to do with anything resembling attachment, and everything to do with the fact that he would do the same if it were any of us!” There was no denying that however much she’d tried to put her feelings for Obi-Wan Kenobi aside, she’d failed. But that wasn’t the driving force behind her search. Her feelings didn’t matter. What mattered was the man they’d lost. She stepped forward, going toe to toe with him without thinking. “He’s been the grasp of Maul and his brother for MONTHS. You know how much Maul hates him. His suffering is beyond anything we can imagine.”
Exhaling raggedly, she turned on her heels and stalked down the corridor. “I’m going after him, Mace. You can’t talk me out of this.”
He didn’t follow her. Thank the Force. She was at a loss, as she wandered the Temple. She wanted to be back out there, searching for him, following what little she had to go on to try and find him.
Before it was too late.
But it would take time to refuel her ship, and she needed to... accept that. She couldn’t make it go any faster. Down time would be hers, whether she wanted it or not. But perhaps she could put it to use. Dex. She needed to visit Dex. If anyone might have heard something, it would be the Besalisk. He’s become a very good friend, since...
Since.