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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 4/4 8:00pm Subject: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post - Date Edited: 4/29 9:08pm (2 edits total) Edited By: ardavenport
	Title: An Old Hope Author: ardavenport Timeframe: Post-ROTS, Pre-ANH Genre: drama, a little angsty Characters: Ben Kenobi, OCs Keywords: Ben Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith, Jedi, Tatooine Summary: Obi-Wan finds an old hope during his exile on Tatooine. Notes: Typo is my middle name, with missing words and errors that spell checkers do not catch being my speciality - if you see any, just post a reply or send a PM with the what and where and I will kill them with no mercy. Disclaimer: All characters and the Star Wars universe belong to George and Lucasfilm; I am just playing in their sandbox. "Hhhhssssssss!" The Bith musician threw his cards down on the table in frustration. It was not a large pot, but the Bith did not like to lose. He had been losing all night and now gambled away his last credits. The Human spacer and her Twi-asfel first mate laid their hands down in disgust. The Yebeck crew member scowled and conceded defeat as well. Ben Kenobi's cards only added up to twenty-two, but everyone else was too high or too low, so the hand was his. His face in shadow under the hood of his robe, Ben scooped up the pot as the Bith, hoping for a chance at redemption, began checking his empty pockets for more cash. Ben did not like to press anyone to their limits on his forays into Mos Eisley, but when he had sensed that all the other players were out of bounds he'd called 'sabaac' and ended the round. He would not hinder anyone else's bad choices and the Bith would be paid again tomorrow after the next night's gig. Ben's hut needed a new power unit. Tatooine's economy of gambling was easy pickings for a Force-user. Especially in a galaxy where everyone took for granted that all the Jedi were gone. The other players looked disappointed when Ben excused himself, but did not object. He had not won too much. He always made sure he did not win too much or too consistently in any one place. This was his forth, and last, game table for the night. The Bith sadly bid farewell to them and his money as well. The others just grunted in reply, hardly looking at him. There had been no introductions. This gambling house did not encourage association, only the swift and intoxicating risks of winning and losing and the resulting exchange of cash. His three other games had been in cantinas and cafes where the casual conversation and slightly drunk players had supplied him with gossip and news of the galaxy. The news was bad as usual. There was talk everywhere of a Rebellion forming to challenge the Empire, but little evidence that it was militarily viable. The small rebellions that flared on oppressed planets were ruthlessly suppressed by the Emperor's clone legions and loyal governors installed over defeated populations. It had been that way for ten years now. It was almost routine. Ben made his way through the dark, grim gambling room, weaving through the tables where the faces of determined gamblers huddled around their illusionary lights of quick winnings. He presented his chips to the check-out droid, precisely stated the amount and watched the currency being ejected from the droid's black, armored body. Even though he immediately saw that it was the right amount, he carefully and visibly counted it. Money was always watched on Tatooine, a wariness of being cheated being part of the local etiquette. Tucking it away in his belt pouch and pulling his worn brown robe more tightly around him, he left the gambling house. The night sky above was black, clear and spattered with stars. The outside air was fresher than the confines of the gambling house, but still rank with the stinks of the low-tech city that had been cooking all day in the desert heat. Looking both ways on the darkened street, he saw no ruffians or thieves looking for an easy victim. He turned toward the cheap hostel where he would stay the night before buying his supplies in the morning and leaving to return to the Jundland Wastes. . . . . . . and stopped. It was the Force. A subtle intuition, an impulse halted his steps. When he was younger, he might have ignored it, or not noticed it, but his years of isolation in the desert had sharpened his senses. There was something else for him to do. Ben turned the other way and strode down the street. He cleared his mind of thoughts of huts and power units and supplies and left it open to this new calling to act. It was something new. He did not sense the presence of his Master and guide, Qui-Gon Jinn, who was now part of the Force, having transcended his own death in these strange times. He left the darkened side street and entered a wider and better lit boulevard with some foot and speeder traffic. Ben waited for a Hutt transport, big as a barge, to glide past before crossing to a row of cantinas and eateries. He walked, his steps even, his head down and hooded. He passed one. . . . then two. . . . and stopped at the third establishment. This was the one. He walked down into the sub-level main room of the cantina, shouldering past three exiting patrons before stopping in the entry archway. There was a lighted bar and surly bartender on one side of the room along with a buffet of unappetizing looking food. There were tables and chairs in the middle, booths along the opposite wall. The gambling was in the back, opposite from the entry archway. Most of the patrons were there. Ben went to the bar and asked for a drink. He got a cup of one dollop of distilled algae alcohol and the rest was water. On a desert world like Tatooine, water was no less prized a liquid than anything else. He slapped a coin on the bar and went to the back. He wasn't interested in any refreshment, but not getting a drink was conspicuous. Scanning the back, he saw mostly sabaac games at small tables and a couple of large pit tables of chance. His eyes locked on the largest one and he knew why he had come. Someone else was using the Force at that table. He pulled his hood lower over his face and found a place between an Askajian woman and a furry white Talz. The Askajian glanced his way to see if he was anything interesting. Sipping his drink, he gave her no reaction and she whispered to her companion, a Human woman in a metallic blue jumpsuit. None of his nearest neighbors were the Force-user and he scanned the rest of the players around the pit. "Place your bets, and we spin the wheel," the game master called. Most people already had their gambling chits on their chosen squares in the pit. The largest pile was in front of a young Human male with sparse black beard and mustaches. Ben watched his face, then his hands. The wheel spun. Closing his eyes, the young man held his hands out with palms toward his pile. Gamblers had their own rituals and this one was no more notable than any other like the Gamaspian at the end of the table who looked cross-eyed at the wheel while silently moving her lips. The young man lifted one hand just a little as the wheel slowed. Ben felt the Force, fitfully connecting to the wheel. It stopped on his shapes. The other players grumbled and scowled. No one else at the table pit had bet on any of the winning shapes, so everyone's bet went to the young man. He was winning too much. He was becoming conspicuous. Some of the other players were looking hostile. The gamblers on Tatooine did not believe in other people's luck. Or the Force. They believed in cheating, which was handled severely by the Hutts. It hardly mattered that it could not be proved, the accusation alone was dangerous. The young man re-stacked his piles of chipped green, blue and brown chits, preparing to slide them onto another chosen square. Ben's right hand lifted slightly from the edge of the table pit. The stack of blue chits toppled over. The young Human's hands froze. The taller stack of green chits toppled over. "Choose your bet. Choose your bet." Ben felt waves of fear spreading outward from across the table pit. The young man had sensed his presence. "Now we spin. Spin for money." The young man hastily pulled his chits back to him, out of the field of play. His neighbors scowled at him as he clumsily grabbed the chits, clutching them to his body to get them all. Waiting until he had gone to the money minder, Ben before moving away, leaving his drink behind on the edge of the pit. No one noticed him. But he noticed the Askajian and her companion left the table before him. The young Human tucked his winnings into a belt pouch. His clothes were simple, clean and not too badly worn; plain pink shirt, brown pants and a long dark brown coat. He kept looking around, running a nervous hand through his straight black hair. Ben could see that he had lost his focus and had no chance of identifying the people watching him, not even the dangerous ones. The two woman exchanged predatory smirks. The Askajian was broad in the shoulders, her forearms meaty and strong, her six pendulous breasts cupped in the same maroon leather that covered her hips and powerful legs. She could easily overpower the young man. Her companion was thin and agile, with a face lined with experience. They knew how to hunt and they enjoyed it. They followed the young man out of the cantina. Ben followed them. They were a three element line. The young Human at the head, nervously leading, though he did not have enough Force-sense to know it. The two women, their thoughts and intentions on taking their prey's winnings. And one Jedi Knight in hiding, wondering what the Force had brought him. This man was not a Jedi. He did have Jedi traits, the awareness of the Force and some ability that allowed him use it. And the learned calm and detachment with which he used it was a Jedi art. But even a Jedi apprentice would have had more confidence in his actions. He clearly had some Jedi training, but how? Were their other Jedi who had escaped the purge, finding other potential Force-users and training them? Could it be possible? But if so, why was this one out on his own, vulnerable on a dangerous world? Though he was fearful now, Ben sensed no darkness from the young man. Thankfully he was not Sith trained and he seemed an unlikely candidate for it. Ben sensed his potential, but not any serious power or desire for it. This man wanted safety, and though he was doing it badly at the moment, a desire to hide drove his actions. Completely unaware that he was being watched covetously, the young man ducked into a side alley, still warily looking around him. Perhaps he thought it was a shortcut to some refuge, but Ben knew it was a dead end. The women disappeared into the alley after him. Ben quickened his pace. He entered the alley nearly at a run. There was only incidental lighting and deep shadows between the buildings. Sand shushed and trash crunched under his feet. He turned left and found them. The two women had the man with his back to the wall, their shapes black on dark gray. They had blasters down, the Human woman's with a long deadly muzzle, the Askajian woman's small, compact and easy to conceal. If the young man had a weapon he had not had time to draw it. There were no windows, no doors, no chance for anyone else to see, if any residents of Mos Eisley ever bothered to take note of any criminal activity happening to someone else. "Those winnings are too rich for the likes of you," the Askajian woman drawled, her snub blaster pointed at the man's middle, her free hand out. Trapped, the man had his arms up defensively, looking from one to the other of the robbers. Hearing Ben's boot steps, the Human woman turned. She did not hesitate. Neither did he. The deadly yellow blaster bolts lit up the alley for only a few seconds, along with the blazing pale blue lightsaber that deflected them. The woman's rapid fire exploded and flashed against the sides of the buildings and into the ground, except for the last three shots. One ricochet exploded into her unprotected chest. The other two struck the Askajian, one in the stomach, the other in the head. The eerie blue light remained as the bodies hit the ground and Ben's forward motion carried him to the young man. He brought the saber up as he stopped and shut it off. The blade light vanished. Darkness reclaimed the alley. "Aaaauuggghhh!" The young man fell to his knees, collapsing forward. Ben heard crying and he silently waited for him to regain control. He felt a tug on the frayed and dusty hem of his robe. "I - - - I didn't know there were any left. After all this time," a voice in the darkness below said before choking again. "Who are you?" Ben asked, keeping his voice neutral. The Force was vibrant with a tumble of joy and grief. "I am Ping Alduto," the young man stammered. "I - - - was an Initiate at the Temple. . . .during the Clone Wars. But there wasn't a Master for me. So - - - so, I was sent to the Agri-Corps." The statement broke Ben's calm and he was thankful for the darkness that hid his reaction from sight. The Agri-Corps. They would have been targeted just as much as the Jedi Knights, but being non-combatants they would have been even more vulnerable when the clone troops came to kill them. In all the years since the purge, Ben had hardly thought about them, other than that they must all be dead. He had never thought that there might be survivors. Or that he would encounter any. "When it happened," Ping Alduto continued, "my group didn't believe that the Jedi could be destroyed. Until we were surrounded, arrested by the local security on J'Delyn. We heard they were sending clones to take us away. But there was a problem and they couldn't come right away." Though Alduto kept his head down, and some of his narrative faded into weeping whispers, Ben heard every word. "That night, Knights Ooju and Helem Hal broke into the jail and we escaped. They were in a neighboring system when it happened. They told us that if a Jedi wasn't with the clone troops when they attacked that they had a good chance of getting away. There was a signal from Coruscant that the war was over and that everyone should return but they didn't believe it. Later it changed, said the Temple was lost, everyone in it was killed and that everyone else should stay away. It said that the Emperor was a Sith Lord." Ben knew that message very well since he had written it, after he and Master Yoda had broken into the Jedi Temple to change the recall message set by the clones to draw any surviving Jedi into their trap. Back when he had been a Jedi Knight a member of the Jedi Council. Master Kenobi, General Kenobi. Obi-Wan Kenobi. "The clones came after us and Ooju and Helem Hal led us into the forest to survive. We planted that whole forest. The Agri-Corps did. The Imperials burned it down in a day to find us. But we got away. Stole a ship. Hid." He fell silent, still groveling at Ben's feet. Back then, there had been debates in the Council about cases like Alduto's. Because of the wars, the losses, there were fewer Masters to train new Padawans, further decreasing their numbers. It had been suggested that they increase the age at which Initiates may be selected until the wars were over, when more Masters would be free to train the young. But other Council members, particularly the senior ones, argued that the Jedi should not alter the Code under duress, but wait until the end of the wars to decide. Reluctantly, Obi-Wan had agreed to postpone any final decisions about the Initiates sent to the Agri-Corps until the end of the Clone Wars. But it had been difficult. He remembered very well being in their position. Hoping to be chosen. To be trained to be a Jedi Knight. It was an old hope. One that had almost run out for him before circumstances and the Force itself, he believed, brought him to his apprenticeship with Qui-Gon Jinn. At the time of the Council decision, Obi-Wan had consoled himself with the half-belief that the Force would retrieve the worthy ones to be trained. After the wars. Their assignment to the Agri-Corps would be a cruel disappointment for many of them even though they were told that their fate was not final. There would be time for them later. After the wars. When they were done with battles and campaigns, when there would be plenty of Knights available again to train them. Now the wars were over. And all the Knights were dead. And the cruel decision to turn them away had actually spared at least one group of rejected Initiates. They were still alive. Wetness dried on Ben's cheeks, cooling his skin. "Where are the others?" he asked quietly. Alduto audibly gulped a few times, still struggling for control. "After we found a safe place, Ooju and Helem Hal left us. They said that they had to try to kill the Emperor. It was there duty. Their only duty. To destroy the Sith. We begged them not to go. We heard on the holo-net that Master Yoda himself tried to kill Papatine. We didn't know if it was true. There were so many lies then - - " "He did." Ben stated. "He failed." His voice roughened suddenly on 'failed'. Alduto did not seem to notice; he gasped. He sniffed and sat up. Ben could make out the paler shade of the skin of his face, looking up at him. "We begged them not to leave us. That they'd just get killed. But they said it didn't matter. Nothing else would matter until the Sith were destroyed. But before leaving they made us promise to survive. That was still important. "They didn't come back. We heard they failed." "I heard as well," Ben echoed. Ooju and Helem Hal were not the only surviving Jedi to try to assassinate the Emperor. And each failure was used to the fullest on the holo-net to further brand the Jedi as enemies of order. Enemies of security. Enemies of the Empire. Ben stared forward at a colorless shadowed wall before him in the alley. They were alone, surrounded by darkness and the distant thumps and calls of nightlife beyond the buildings. No one seemed to have taken notice of the blaster fire of a moment ago. That sort of thing was ignored if it could be on the mean streets of Mos Eisley. The Force was strong around him, thick with old emotions. They would pass. But the passage was always hard. Regret, grief, loneliness. They swelled inside him, connecting him to the stricken young man on the ground at his feet, still grasping the hem of his robe, a lone acolyte praying for a hope reborn. "How many of you are there?" Ben asked, keeping his voice steady this time. "At first, thirty-one, not including Ooju and Helem Hal, but our group was too big. We had to split up, go to different worlds. I and two others apprenticed as ship crew for free-lance freighters, passenger ships. But we couldn't always get births on the same ship. I was alone on my last job, but the captain lost his ship gambling here." The young man laughed humorlessly. "Everyone got stranded. The only ships I can get work on will only offer indenture. If I do that from a world like this I might get stuck with it for years. If I ever get out of it. I - - - I was just trying to get passage to Birinus Prime. But I don't have enough," he confessed. "How much do you need?" "Another two hundred. Local currency." Ben took his winnings out and held it in front of the young man's face. "Take it. You have enough now." Alduto's reached up, clutching at Ben's hand. He withdrew it as soon as Alduto had the money. "But - - but what about you?" Alduto stammered. "I have another path than you. This world isn't safe for either of us to stay on." Ben turned and walked away, back to the turn in the alley, past the bodies of the women he had killed. "But - - - but you can't go!" Alduto clambered to his feet and ran stumbling after him, kicking through garbage and sand. Ben turned to the side at the last moment before Alduto reached him. His desperate grab missed and Alduto fell forward onto the ground. Ben kept going, heading for the entrance of the alley. "Wait!" Ben stopped. He knew he shouldn't have, but his detachment broke again. The desperation in Ping Alduto's voice was so familiar. It had been in his own voice, full of hope once, when he was a boy asking Qui-Gon to take him as his Padawan. It had been his desperation, his hope, felt it so deeply that it was the only important thing in his universe. "You have to come with me." Alduto approached slowly from behind, cautiously. They were still deep in the shadows in the alley, the street lights many steps away. Ben closed his eyes and exhaled. "Our paths - - - " "You can't go after Palpatine," Alduto implored standing close at his side now but carefully not touching. "You - - can't." "No. I won't," Ben answered, not expecting this request. "You can't. . . ." the young man paused, obviously surprised to hear the answer he was begging for. Then he continued with the request that Ben had been dreading. "Good. Good. Then - - then, you can come with me. You can - - -" "No. I can't," Ben cut him off. Still staring out toward the street, He took a step forward. "There has to be a reason why you're here." Alduto stepped with him. Then he moved in front of him, blocking his way. Even with the light from the street behind him, Alduto's face was more visible than it had been at the end of the alley. He was young and thin, his dark eyes earnest, his straight black hair disheveled. He was almost Ben's height. "The galaxy's too big. If we're meeting here, then it has to be the will of the Force." "Do you claim to know that better than I?" Ben asked softly, his head down, in shadow, under his hood. The young man looked uncertain, but he did not move aside. "You could come with me. You could - - -" "Train you? And the others? To be Jedi?" Ben slowly shook his head. "And then what? Go after Palpatine? Kill the Sith? If you were to be a Jedi, that would be your first priority. Your only priority. And you would all die." "Why? You're not." "It not time," Ben said quietly. "Time. . . . ?" Alduto repeated. He struggled to understand. Of course he could not. Not know about Obi-Wan and Yodas' hope that Anakin's children would finally become the undoing of the Sith. He did not know how, but when Ben sat alone in his hut, in his exile, with not ever the presence of his old Master, he could still feel the guidance of the Force deep inside him. Wait. Watch. The Sith and events had to come to him. Alone. Standing before him Alduto looked defeated, but he rallied for his last attempt. "I want to be a Jedi. If not. . . .I don't know what I am. Not anymore," he finished, years of uncertainty, abandonment and unhappiness in his voice. I want to be a Jedi. Ben remembered those words burning into his own heart when he was much younger. Now he was a Jedi. Had been a Jedi, but his only priority remained to defeat the Sith. There was none of that old hope to spare for this former Initiate. Ben shook his head. "I'm here because you were careless." Ben grasped the young man's thin shoulder. Alduto started, overwhelmed by his presence and the connection in the Force, one he would not have felt for years. Ben pressed his advantage, the first physical contact between them jolting the young man. "Ooju and Helem Hal were right. You must survive. You and the others." It would have been easy to feel more secure in what he said if Alduto had responded with anger or bitterness. But Alduto did not make it easy. He nodded and accepted. And held back his tears. They left the alley together, walking slowly in silence. "You should leave this world. Tonight if you can," Ben finally said when he sensed that Alduto could speak again. The younger man nodded. "I can. I will." They slowly headed in the general direction of the docking bays. The other persons of the night passed them by with no acknowledgment. They were two people walking together and not very vulnerable, so they were ignored. "Where will you go?" Alduto asked, his head down, staring at the sand and shadows immediately in front of his feet. Instantly, Ben recognized the young man's error. Since Mos Eisley was a spaceport Alduto had just assumed that Ben was another traveler using Tatooine as a stop. It was a careless assumption, but one that suited Ben's needs very well. Ben was sure that Alduto, or his comrades, would not be able to resist the urge to try to find him if they knew where to look. "Away from here." It was a convenient half truth. He would be returning to his desert exile when he had replenished his funds in the gambling houses again and purchased his supplies. The night crowds were thin in the alleyways around the docking bays. Alduto pointed ahead of them. "The Indomitable. They leave later tonight. That's why I wanted to win. I knew I might attract attention, but if I could win big quickly, I could just take my winnings and get out of here, before anyone got too suspicious." Ben nodded. It was a foolish plan for such a rough world. But one that had brought them together. The Force was with them both. They stopped just outside the entrance to the docking bay. "I - - - I know you can't tell me where you're going," Alduto began. "But I have to know. What should I do?" "Survive," Ben said, turning and looking at him intently from under the shadow of his hood. "There has to be something after the Sith. Someone." "Not you?" "I cannot forsee that," Ben admitted. "But I doubt it." Alduto lowered his eyes, turned away, his face weary. Older. His head down, his eyes flicked once toward the shadows under Ben's hood and then straightened. He walked away, not looking back. "If you meet anyone else," Ben called after him. Alduto froze and turned, his expression surprised, but no less surprised than Ben. "Tell them. . . ." He paused. "Tell them that it isn't time yet. To go after the Sith. The time isn't right." "How will they know when it is?" Alduto asked. Ben smiled at such a simple question. Such an obvious answer. Alduto realized it, too. "The Force. . . " he whispered. "May the Force be with you," Ben told him. "The Force be with you," he answered. His eyes shifted away from Kenobi, but not toward the docking port. He looked lost. Abandoned. Ben watched him, transfixed by the swirl of emotion he felt coming from him. He shared them. They were his as much as the young man's. They were both cast aside by events, their old lives excised from their existence. The past was so foreign to the present that it was like an amputated appendage, badly missed, but forever gone. Alduto blinked, let his head fall back and exhaled. 'Let the pain flow out of you through the Force. Heal and renew you with its strength. A Jedi's strength flows through the Force.' Ben mouthed the old Jedi healing exercise that passed through the other's thoughts. It seemed to help the younger man, but the words had the opposite effect for Ben, as if Ping Alduto's sorrow and disappointment were flowing into him. The younger man looked back, his expression surprised again to see Ben still there. Then pain really did flow out of him, to be replaced by sympathy. Ben wondered what the Force and his own shadowed eyes revealed to the former Initiate. "I'll tell them," he said. Then he managed a sad smile. He turned away, going into the docking port without looking back. Ben stared at the entryway after it closed. He felt an unexpected possibility slipping away. Abandoned by that possibility, Ben turned and walked away, arms tightly holding his robe close to his body, his footsteps muffled in the sand. The hooded shadow left, going back down the street into the night toward the hostels and cantinas and gambling houses of Mos Eisley. ))) ))) )))))))))))))) END ((((((((((((( ((( ((( -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 4/4 9:09pm Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	loved it. Great writing and to see another survivor of the agri-corps. -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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epithree Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 4/4 9:42pm Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	Hey hi there. That was simply wonderful. ~e3 -----signature----- 'And so it is.'
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 4/5 3:55am Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	I loved this story, ardavenport! I've wondered too about what had happened to the people in the Argi-Corps and Medi-Corps and all, and I loved your take on it. It was sad that the encounter stirred up memories for Obi-Wan of almost not being chosen as a Jedi himself, but at least now he knows he's not so alone in the galaxy. I - - - I know you can't tell me where you're going," Alduto began. "But I have to know. What should I do?" "Survive," Ben said, turning and looking at him intently from under the shadow of his hood. "There has to be something after the Sith. Someone." "Not you?" "I cannot forsee that," Ben admitted. "But I doubt it." Thanks for sharing this, I really enjoyed it! -----signature----- "Good night Mama. Good night Papa. Good night de cat Bastet." "Meow!" BTW, Obi-Wan is hot. Fics in bio.
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azizah Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 4/22 6:24pm Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	This was beautiful and sad. Poor Obi-Wan. The boy’s situation is such a cruel reminder of his own when Qui-Gon refused to train him and now he has to do the same thing. I loved the parallels even though it almost made me cry. Especially this: Ben stopped. He knew he shouldn't have, but his detachment broke again. The desperation in Ping Alduto's voice was so familiar. It had been in his own voice, full of hope once, when he was boy asking Qui-Gon to take him as his Padawan. It had been his desperation, his hope, felt it so deeply that it was the only important thing in his universe. "You have to come with me." Alduto approached slowly from behind, cautiously. They were still deep in the shadows in the alley, the street lights many steps away. Ben closed his eyes and exhaled. "Our paths - - - " "You can't go after Palpatine," Alduto implored standing close at his side now but carefully not touching. "You - - can't." "No. I won't," Ben answered, not expecting this request. "You can't. . . ." the young man paused, obviously surprised to hear the answer he was begging for. Then he continued with the request that Ben had been dreading. And this Ben remembered those words burning into his own heart when he was much younger. Now he was a Jedi. Had been a Jedi, but his only priority remained to defeat the Sith. There was none of that old hope to spare for this former Initiate. (but I love it!)
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JediKaren Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 4/22 7:50pm Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	ohh very nice. Good story. -----signature----- Bring Light Into Darkness Reaching Through Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28415147/p1/?0 Healing Hearts: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28282728/p1
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ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 4/22 10:51pm Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	Whoa, that was good! Love the 'old hope/new hope' play. Very believable and affecting encounter between Ben and an 'almost was'. Great, great little vig! -----signature----- Faster than the speed of light is the speed of darkness. Faster than the speed of darkness is the speed of thought. Fic linx in my bio
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Miana Kenobi Title: Pacific Region RSA NSWFF Manager Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 4/23 12:09am Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	Nicely done, Ann!! -----signature----- You can't take the sky from me. He tini nga whetu e ngaro I te kapua iti. Dyslexics of the world, UNTIE!
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 4/23 4:52am Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	This was really wonderful. I think it's one of the best things you've ever written. So full of desperation and grief - for both of them. I loved that Ben found the boy making a classic mistake of wanting to win too much money and having him become a target. Ben stopped. He knew he shouldn't have, but his detachment broke again. The desperation in Ping Alduto's voice was so familiar. It had been in his own voice, full of hope once, when he was boy asking Qui-Gon to take him as his Padawan. It had been his desperation, his hope, felt it so deeply that it was the only important thing in his universe. If you want, I'll be glad to beta this one if you want to try for the Archives. Great job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 6/28/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 6/15 4:50pm Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	earlybird-obi-wan: Thanks! loved it. Great writing and to see another survivor of the agri-corps. applause epithree: Thank-you! Bastet: Thanks! It's hard for me imagine that everyone got killed in Order 66, so there would be all kinds of stories of stragglers. It would be a little tragic for Obi-Wan to run into any of them since he couldn't help them without endangering his mission to protect Luke and would feel responsible for what happened, too. azizah: Poor Obi-Wan. Unfortunately, he really must have had a hard life on Tatooine and any reminder of what his life used to be like would make it worse. Thanks for reading! JediKaren: Thanks for reading! ratna: Thank-you! Miana Kenobi: Thanks! dianethx: Thanks very much! Ben's story is terribly tragic - he just makes it look easy by the time you see him in ANH. But there had to be times when it was very hard. The worst part would have been that he had all that time on his hands to contemplate what happened. And thanks for the offer, but I almost never manage to kill all the typos on a first try for the Archives and I'm too short of time this summer for multiple submissions. -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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padawan_learner86 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/23 8:07am Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	That was beautifully written and sort of heart-rending. Original and sad, but purposeful. The there has to be something after the Sith line -> -----signature----- One who accepts only the SW movies as canon. Thus, refuses to read any of the SW books. ^^; Fics in Bio
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bobafett15 Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 6/23 4:51pm Subject: RE: An Old Hope - Obi-Wan on Tatooine between trilogies - one-post
	REALLY good. Luvd it. BTW, i hav a fic of my own. escape from order 66, on the Saga page. I'd b pleased if u could comment on it. -----signature----- Verd ori'shya beskar'gam a warrior is more than ones armour my bio page, with full stories list-http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=bobafett15
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