In the time Obi-Wan Kenobi had been living as Ben on Tatooine, he'd quickly fallen into his self-designated role as hermit of the Jundland Wastes. The local people didn't disturb him, and they respected his privacy and reticence when he had to venture into the settlements for any supplies. The Jawas thought his land was haunted, and the Sand People thought it was swarming with krayt dragons. At almost 4 decades, his sandy red hair had started to turn almost blond under the harsh light of the twin suns, and every now and then he thought he saw silver starting to peak out on his head and shot through his beard. But they're the least of the reasons why Obi-Wan didn't want to look at his reflection more than absolutely necessary.
After 2 years, Obi-Wan was used to the quiet of the desert. He's used to the stillness, being able to stretch his senses out for kilometers and hardly encountering anything larger than rodents and lizards.
He was in the middle of checking the vaporizers before retreating into his home for the day, when a very large object went hurtling past overhead, flaming from its fast descent through the atmosphere. Even as he was debating if he should go check, the sonic boom reached him, followed a minute later by another boom of sound, this one accompanied with the tremor of impact.
Blast it all. Obi-Wan could not leave this alone.
Grabbing the quarter staff he'd fashioned out of deadwood not long ago, Obi-Wan hurried the few miles to the obvious crash site, out in the middle of the Wastes. The object was half-buried in a sand dune, and very strangely, resembled a large section of coral reef, completely incongruous to Tatooine's desert environment.
And then he saw the survivor.
Obi-Wan didn't know what was going on, but he knew he couldn't just leave the young man out in the middle of the desert. With a vicious mental curse, he strode toward the stranger, cataloguing as he grew nearer the glassy look in his eyes and the paleness of his lips. If nothing else, he was going to get dehydrated very quickly out here.
He waited until he caught the boy's eye and was sure he had his attention. "We need to get you out of the sun. Can you walk?"
no no more apprentices he always screws them up :P
After 2 years, Obi-Wan was used to the quiet of the desert. He's used to the stillness, being able to stretch his senses out for kilometers and hardly encountering anything larger than rodents and lizards.
He was in the middle of checking the vaporizers before retreating into his home for the day, when a very large object went hurtling past overhead, flaming from its fast descent through the atmosphere. Even as he was debating if he should go check, the sonic boom reached him, followed a minute later by another boom of sound, this one accompanied with the tremor of impact.
Blast it all. Obi-Wan could not leave this alone.
Grabbing the quarter staff he'd fashioned out of deadwood not long ago, Obi-Wan hurried the few miles to the obvious crash site, out in the middle of the Wastes. The object was half-buried in a sand dune, and very strangely, resembled a large section of coral reef, completely incongruous to Tatooine's desert environment.
And then he saw the survivor.
Obi-Wan didn't know what was going on, but he knew he couldn't just leave the young man out in the middle of the desert. With a vicious mental curse, he strode toward the stranger, cataloguing as he grew nearer the glassy look in his eyes and the paleness of his lips. If nothing else, he was going to get dehydrated very quickly out here.
He waited until he caught the boy's eye and was sure he had his attention. "We need to get you out of the sun. Can you walk?"