Jacen doesn’t know how long it’s been when he finally surfaces from his trance, but he’s certain, at least, that he feels much better. He has several cuts and bruises, but that and his other injuries aren’t life-threatening.
He opens his eyes and quietly takes a look around, not daring to move anything else but his eyes, at least for the moment. He’s in some sort of hut, small but certainly occupied; the chair he’s sitting on is padded, comfortable, and there’s a small table beside him, on top of which is a half-full glass of water. Suddenly reminded of his thirst, he makes himself straighten up in his seat so he could reach for the glass, and when he can’t quite get a hold of it, he uses the Force to pull it towards him just a teensy bit.
Who’s using the Force as a tool now? he thinks, and he could almost hear Anakin mocking him for his hypocrisy.
He drinks greedily — nearly choking on the first attempt — and as he does so, he tries to remember how he’d gotten here, what happened before he’d crawled out of the wreckage of the crash. But still nothing comes to mind.
So he’s marooned on some desert planet. Well, he’s been through worse.
It's been several hours - the twin suns are beginning to set, and the relentless heat is becoming more bearable - so Obi-Wan had gone out to do one last perimeter sweep. When he returns, he discovers Jacen is awake again, and has discovered the water he'd left out.
"I see you're awake. I hope you're feeling better, now."
Moving into the interior of the hut, Obi-Wan unobtrusively keeps his eye on the young man as he moves about, disgarding his brown outer robe, getting himself a glass of water, refilling Jacen's. All of his movements are loose and easy, for all the world looking carefree and not worried in the slightest about the stray he's allowed into his home.
You're becoming as bad as your old Master, he chides himself, only half-amused, picking up strays and tending to them.
Jacen sets the glass down carefully, not quite trusting himself to have enough strength yet, and turns to look at Obi-Wan, nodding gratefully. “Thank you.” And, almost as an afterthought, he adds, with a small smile, “Sir.”
He watches as the older man moves around the hut; he doesn’t have to reach out with the Force to feel how calm and unfazed Obi-Wan is, all things considered. “And I’m sorry for the trouble. I’ll be on my way as soon as I’m able.”
Right, he tells himself, wincing inwardly. As if it’s that easy. With the Yuuzhan Vong war in full force, it’s not going to be easy finding transport. He doesn’t even know where he has to go — because, accepting his death to be inevitable, he didn’t even bother to ask Ganner for his family’s whereabouts when they’d met.
The 'sir' really does amuse him, but Obi-Wan simply shakes his head as he sits in a chair at the table, turned to face the boy. Young man, honestly, but Obi-Wan has felt positively ancient for years now, so anyone under forty automatically gets downgraded to 'boy'.
"While I appreciate the politeness, I'm-- you can call me Ben." Best not to go throwing around the name of a decorated war general, the Negotiator, even if this lad would have no idea who he was. "As for being on your way, I'm not sure you're aware, but your..." he hesitates briefly, "ship, as far as I could tell, is in no condition to fly - it's half-buried in sand at the moment, and even if you could dig it out, I'm sure it would need repairs, and I can guarantee you won't be able to find parts for it in town."
"You're not troubling me, other than giving me the momentary fright of thinking I'd been too late to help." He jokingly pats his russet hair. "I'll be white before I know it, at this rate."
“Ben,” Jacen echoes, looking both confused and amused at the coincidences he’s just realized. He remembers being told that they’re on Tatooine, his Uncle Luke’s homeworld. And now here’s a man named Ben, who shares the same name as his Uncle Luke’s son. Maybe the Force is trying to tell him something?
He gives Obi-Wan a smile, which quickly turns sheepish. “I’m Jacen Solo. Nice to meet you. Um. Sorry again, for crashing into your backyard.” He hesitates for a moment, but he has to ask, so he does. “Did you notice anyone else in the crash site? And did you maybe see... some sort of device, cylindrical, this big?” (He could’ve really just asked if Ben had seen a lightsaber, but how was he to know his rescuer’s a Jedi?)
"The Jundland Wastes are hardly what I'd call a 'backyard,'" Obi-Wan says with a rueful twist of his mouth.
Jacen's description of the object he's missing makes Obi-Wan frown... before it registers that it's a broad, but fitting, description of a lightsaber hilt. "Made of metal, fits nicely in the palm of your hand?" he asks tonelessly, staring at Jacen. "No, I'm afraid I didn't. And where did you get such a thing?"
His voice has grown cold, because while Jacen might be strong in the Force, and clearly has had some training... "All the wielders of that weapon are dead." Not precisely true, but close enough. "So either you found it, or you took it, and I'd like to know which it is."
Jacen is a little alarmed at how fast Obi-Wan’s mood shifts after he asks if the other had seen a lightsaber. He didn’t even say the word lightsaber, but Ben knew that’s what he’d meant, anyway.
That alarm turns to dread, however, when he’s essentially told that the Jedi are dead. He slumps back against the chair like he’d been struck in the gut. So they’ve lost? Tatooine doesn’t look to have been reformed by the Yuuzhan Vong, but—
“It’s mine,” he quickly answers, with no second thoughts whatsover, when he’s asked where he’d gotten his weapon. “I made it, during my training at the Jedi Praxeum.”
The answer isn't at all what Obi-Wan is expecting, and it does take a little of the wind out of his sails - but it also bring up more questions. "Jedi Praxeum?" He's familiar with the word, but all the Praxeums were destroyed during Order 66, he'd checked after he'd found the younglings' bodies.
"I'll go look for your lightsaber," he tells Jacen, "but I suggest you hide it, and not speak of it with anyone else. Don't tell them you're a Jedi, don't even use the Force around others, unless you're certain you can sufficiently cloud their mind. The Empire hasn't made its presence known this far in the Outer Rim just yet, but I'm sure they will soon enough."
It was still unclear if Palpatine would leave Tatooine alone, so as not to unhinge the already unstable Darth Vader, or if he would use Tatooine as an example to the other Outer Rim worlds. Obi-Wan hoped there was still enough of a glimmer of Anakin inside the Sith that he would continue to want nothing to do with the backwater planet.
And all of a sudden this Ben starts spouting off terms that Jacen hadn't been sure he'd know -- Jedi, the Force, clouding other people's mind. But one particular phrase makes him blink. "The Empire?" He sits up, looking bewildered. "Do you mean the Imperial Remnant?"
This was all getting incredibly confusing by the minute. The Empire had been overthrown a long time ago, a few years before he'd been born. Tatooine was many, many light-years away from Coruscant. And while the Yuuzhan Vong hunted the Jedi as ferociously as the Empire did, the new order didn't have to go into hiding with the same desperation Obi-Wan was displaying.
Then something occurs to him, and he stares at the older man. Tatooine. The Empire. Ben.
For a moment, Obi-Wan just stares at Jacen; not in confusion, although he's certainly confused, but more just trying to figure out what exactly is going on. Imperial Remnant? "No," Obi-Wan says slowly, "I mean the newly formed Galactic Empire."
On a hunch, he adds, "Formed by the self-titled Emperor Palpatine, formerly Supreme Chancellor."
Jacen's eyes widen; he obviously recognizes the name. But his jaw simultaneously tightens, and he shakes his head. "Palpatine was killed during the Battle of Endor." He purses his lips together for a moment, because his next thought sounds so weird even without saying it out loud.
He exhales slowly. "... Endor was five years before I was born."
His earlier hunch to mention Palpatine, to expand on what the current political climate is, has become a growing suspicion that is merely confirmed when Jacen explains that for him, Palpatine was killed five years prior to his birth.
Reclining on his chair, Obi-Wan crosses an arm over his stomach, supporting the opposite elbow while that hand reaches up to tug absently at his beard. For anyone familiar with him, it's his classic calculating pose, considering all the possibilities and outcomes of any given actions. How had this happened? That it had happened was clear - Jacen is proof that... well, somewhere, there is, or had been, a temporal anomaly. It had always merely been conjecture, as far as Obi-Wan is aware; a mind experiment, batted around by the philosophy and physics students and scholars.
And yet.
Well. Nothing for it now. It is always best, when one is unsure how a situation will ultimately play out, to move forward one step at a time, staying attuned with the Force and waiting for guidance. To that end, Obi-Wan drops both hands to hit his knees with finality, before pushing up out of the chair. "I'll go look for your lightsaber."
He pushes the still mostly-full glass of water toward Jacen. "Drink. Slowly, but finish it. You may not feel it yet, and your healing trance surely helped, but I guarantee you're still dehydrated. I have plenty more, don't worry about quantity."
Well. Doesn't that clear up things. But Jacen just nods, because there really isn't much he can do about it. This man, whoever he really was -- if he's who Jacen suspects him to be -- might just be as stumped about the whole... time travel thing.
"Thank you," he says again. It would be a comfort to have his lightsaber back, if anything. And if he's stuck in the middle of the Empire's glory days... having a lightsaber lying around would be a very bad idea.
Following Obi-Wan's instructions, he settles back into the chair with the glass of water, drinking from it as he thinks about the peculiar situation he's found himself in. He tries to recall what he's been told about Tatooine: that it was his grandfather's homeworld, that it was where his uncle was hidden away during the days of Palpatine's rule, that it would be where his uncle and father would eventually meet...
After a brief pause, Obi-Wan reaches out and pats Jacen's shoulder as he passes him. "We'll figure this out," he promises, before leaving the hut.
The first sun has set, and without an incapacitated companion, Ben makes good time back to the crash site. No signs of scavengers yet; the Sandpeople are a highly superstitious lot, and don't much like change, so the earthquake the crash created will probably keep them away for a day or longer, at least, and even more before their wariness is overcome by curiosity. And since the ship doesn't look like metal, the Jawas would have little interest in it for a while, at least.
Still, it never hurts to be prepared. Carefully, Ben begins shifting the sand with the Force in certain strategic places that are the most likely entrance points for scavengers, creating sinkholes that won't kill them (hopefully), but will certainly detain and deter them.
It takes effort, and time, and heavy concentration to shift the sand in such a way to create pockets of air without the whole thing collapsing, and by the time he's finished, Ben is sweating, despite being in relative shade.
Closing his eyes, he focuses on the sense he'd gotten from Jacen during his healing trance. There's nothing at first, but Obi-Wan is patient, the quiet noises of the crepuscular creatures becoming active, and the feel of small life signatures in the Force are soothing to him.
Eventually, he senses it; a tiny pinprick of an echo of Jacen's signature, shining brightly not too far from him. Keeping it firmly in the front of his mind's eye, Ben unhurriedly gets up and moves toward it. It's just inside a tear in the ship's hull, presumably how Jacen got out.
As soon as Obi-Wan picks up the lightsaber, he almost has to bite his lip at the swell of emotion that overtakes him. If Jacen is correct, if he is from the future, no matter how distant, then here is proof that the Jedi are not extinct. There is a small glimmer of hope with Luke, with Leia, but this is definitive, and it is something Obi-Wan hadn't realized he'd needed so desperately until he's confronted with it.
Returning to his humble dwelling, Ben holds out his lightsaber to Jacen almost reverently. "It's fine craftsmanship," he tells him sincerely.
Jacen dutifully complies with Ben’s instructions to drink all the water, then eases himself into a meditative trance. The older man had warned him about using the Force around others, but that didn’t include him, did it?
He surfaces when he senses the other coming back into the hut, and this time he’s strong enough to be able to stand to meet him. He’s tall for his age, nearly the Jedi Master’s height, although he’s unhealthily thin.
He carefully takes the lightsaber, his expression clearly pleased, then he returns Obi-Wan’s reverent gesture with a deep bow. “Thank you.”
Then he grins, unable to stop himself. “You must be Master Kenobi, aren’t you, sir?”
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He opens his eyes and quietly takes a look around, not daring to move anything else but his eyes, at least for the moment. He’s in some sort of hut, small but certainly occupied; the chair he’s sitting on is padded, comfortable, and there’s a small table beside him, on top of which is a half-full glass of water. Suddenly reminded of his thirst, he makes himself straighten up in his seat so he could reach for the glass, and when he can’t quite get a hold of it, he uses the Force to pull it towards him just a teensy bit.
Who’s using the Force as a tool now? he thinks, and he could almost hear Anakin mocking him for his hypocrisy.
He drinks greedily — nearly choking on the first attempt — and as he does so, he tries to remember how he’d gotten here, what happened before he’d crawled out of the wreckage of the crash. But still nothing comes to mind.
So he’s marooned on some desert planet. Well, he’s been through worse.
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"I see you're awake. I hope you're feeling better, now."
Moving into the interior of the hut, Obi-Wan unobtrusively keeps his eye on the young man as he moves about, disgarding his brown outer robe, getting himself a glass of water, refilling Jacen's. All of his movements are loose and easy, for all the world looking carefree and not worried in the slightest about the stray he's allowed into his home.
You're becoming as bad as your old Master, he chides himself, only half-amused, picking up strays and tending to them.
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He watches as the older man moves around the hut; he doesn’t have to reach out with the Force to feel how calm and unfazed Obi-Wan is, all things considered. “And I’m sorry for the trouble. I’ll be on my way as soon as I’m able.”
Right, he tells himself, wincing inwardly. As if it’s that easy. With the Yuuzhan Vong war in full force, it’s not going to be easy finding transport. He doesn’t even know where he has to go — because, accepting his death to be inevitable, he didn’t even bother to ask Ganner for his family’s whereabouts when they’d met.
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"While I appreciate the politeness, I'm-- you can call me Ben." Best not to go throwing around the name of a decorated war general, the Negotiator, even if this lad would have no idea who he was. "As for being on your way, I'm not sure you're aware, but your..." he hesitates briefly, "ship, as far as I could tell, is in no condition to fly - it's half-buried in sand at the moment, and even if you could dig it out, I'm sure it would need repairs, and I can guarantee you won't be able to find parts for it in town."
"You're not troubling me, other than giving me the momentary fright of thinking I'd been too late to help." He jokingly pats his russet hair. "I'll be white before I know it, at this rate."
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He gives Obi-Wan a smile, which quickly turns sheepish. “I’m Jacen Solo. Nice to meet you. Um. Sorry again, for crashing into your backyard.” He hesitates for a moment, but he has to ask, so he does. “Did you notice anyone else in the crash site? And did you maybe see... some sort of device, cylindrical, this big?” (He could’ve really just asked if Ben had seen a lightsaber, but how was he to know his rescuer’s a Jedi?)
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Jacen's description of the object he's missing makes Obi-Wan frown... before it registers that it's a broad, but fitting, description of a lightsaber hilt. "Made of metal, fits nicely in the palm of your hand?" he asks tonelessly, staring at Jacen. "No, I'm afraid I didn't. And where did you get such a thing?"
His voice has grown cold, because while Jacen might be strong in the Force, and clearly has had some training... "All the wielders of that weapon are dead." Not precisely true, but close enough. "So either you found it, or you took it, and I'd like to know which it is."
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That alarm turns to dread, however, when he’s essentially told that the Jedi are dead. He slumps back against the chair like he’d been struck in the gut. So they’ve lost? Tatooine doesn’t look to have been reformed by the Yuuzhan Vong, but—
“It’s mine,” he quickly answers, with no second thoughts whatsover, when he’s asked where he’d gotten his weapon. “I made it, during my training at the Jedi Praxeum.”
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"I'll go look for your lightsaber," he tells Jacen, "but I suggest you hide it, and not speak of it with anyone else. Don't tell them you're a Jedi, don't even use the Force around others, unless you're certain you can sufficiently cloud their mind. The Empire hasn't made its presence known this far in the Outer Rim just yet, but I'm sure they will soon enough."
It was still unclear if Palpatine would leave Tatooine alone, so as not to unhinge the already unstable Darth Vader, or if he would use Tatooine as an example to the other Outer Rim worlds. Obi-Wan hoped there was still enough of a glimmer of Anakin inside the Sith that he would continue to want nothing to do with the backwater planet.
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This was all getting incredibly confusing by the minute. The Empire had been overthrown a long time ago, a few years before he'd been born. Tatooine was many, many light-years away from Coruscant. And while the Yuuzhan Vong hunted the Jedi as ferociously as the Empire did, the new order didn't have to go into hiding with the same desperation Obi-Wan was displaying.
Then something occurs to him, and he stares at the older man. Tatooine. The Empire. Ben.
Could it be?
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On a hunch, he adds, "Formed by the self-titled Emperor Palpatine, formerly Supreme Chancellor."
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He exhales slowly. "... Endor was five years before I was born."
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Reclining on his chair, Obi-Wan crosses an arm over his stomach, supporting the opposite elbow while that hand reaches up to tug absently at his beard. For anyone familiar with him, it's his classic calculating pose, considering all the possibilities and outcomes of any given actions. How had this happened? That it had happened was clear - Jacen is proof that... well, somewhere, there is, or had been, a temporal anomaly. It had always merely been conjecture, as far as Obi-Wan is aware; a mind experiment, batted around by the philosophy and physics students and scholars.
And yet.
Well. Nothing for it now. It is always best, when one is unsure how a situation will ultimately play out, to move forward one step at a time, staying attuned with the Force and waiting for guidance. To that end, Obi-Wan drops both hands to hit his knees with finality, before pushing up out of the chair. "I'll go look for your lightsaber."
He pushes the still mostly-full glass of water toward Jacen. "Drink. Slowly, but finish it. You may not feel it yet, and your healing trance surely helped, but I guarantee you're still dehydrated. I have plenty more, don't worry about quantity."
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"Thank you," he says again. It would be a comfort to have his lightsaber back, if anything. And if he's stuck in the middle of the Empire's glory days... having a lightsaber lying around would be a very bad idea.
Following Obi-Wan's instructions, he settles back into the chair with the glass of water, drinking from it as he thinks about the peculiar situation he's found himself in. He tries to recall what he's been told about Tatooine: that it was his grandfather's homeworld, that it was where his uncle was hidden away during the days of Palpatine's rule, that it would be where his uncle and father would eventually meet...
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The first sun has set, and without an incapacitated companion, Ben makes good time back to the crash site. No signs of scavengers yet; the Sandpeople are a highly superstitious lot, and don't much like change, so the earthquake the crash created will probably keep them away for a day or longer, at least, and even more before their wariness is overcome by curiosity. And since the ship doesn't look like metal, the Jawas would have little interest in it for a while, at least.
Still, it never hurts to be prepared. Carefully, Ben begins shifting the sand with the Force in certain strategic places that are the most likely entrance points for scavengers, creating sinkholes that won't kill them (hopefully), but will certainly detain and deter them.
It takes effort, and time, and heavy concentration to shift the sand in such a way to create pockets of air without the whole thing collapsing, and by the time he's finished, Ben is sweating, despite being in relative shade.
Closing his eyes, he focuses on the sense he'd gotten from Jacen during his healing trance. There's nothing at first, but Obi-Wan is patient, the quiet noises of the crepuscular creatures becoming active, and the feel of small life signatures in the Force are soothing to him.
Eventually, he senses it; a tiny pinprick of an echo of Jacen's signature, shining brightly not too far from him. Keeping it firmly in the front of his mind's eye, Ben unhurriedly gets up and moves toward it. It's just inside a tear in the ship's hull, presumably how Jacen got out.
As soon as Obi-Wan picks up the lightsaber, he almost has to bite his lip at the swell of emotion that overtakes him. If Jacen is correct, if he is from the future, no matter how distant, then here is proof that the Jedi are not extinct. There is a small glimmer of hope with Luke, with Leia, but this is definitive, and it is something Obi-Wan hadn't realized he'd needed so desperately until he's confronted with it.
Returning to his humble dwelling, Ben holds out his lightsaber to Jacen almost reverently. "It's fine craftsmanship," he tells him sincerely.
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He surfaces when he senses the other coming back into the hut, and this time he’s strong enough to be able to stand to meet him. He’s tall for his age, nearly the Jedi Master’s height, although he’s unhealthily thin.
He carefully takes the lightsaber, his expression clearly pleased, then he returns Obi-Wan’s reverent gesture with a deep bow. “Thank you.”
Then he grins, unable to stop himself. “You must be Master Kenobi, aren’t you, sir?”