Returning to the Temple; embarassing memories; message to Rory
Obi-Wan made his way through the Temple halls from the Council chamber toward his own rooms. No matter how simple or successful an assignment away may have been, it was always good to be back in the Temple.
He sensed the multiple presences somewhere behind him before he heard the scrape of soft boots against the floor. He slowed his steps, but didn't turn around - at least, not until the giggling started.
"Hello, Ashla," he called out.
More giggling, some not-so-well-muffled whispering, and hasty scuffling answered him. When he turned around, some seven or eight younglings stood in tight arrangement, blinking innocently at him. (Well, except for Vina, who didn't blink, but her scale-skin rippled green and soothingly, which amounted to having an innocent expression.)
All of their hands were behind their backs. "Hello, Master Kenobi," the youngling Ashla said shyly, from the front of the group. "We 'ad visitors while you were away an' they know Anakin an' they taught us a new song! D'you wanna hear?"
And without waiting for an answer, out came the banthabells.
Her name was Lola *clang*
She was a show *clang* girl *clang*
With *clang* yellow feathers *clang* in her hair*clang*
And a dress *clang* cut down to there *clang*
*CLANG* *CLANGCLANGCLANGCLANGCLANG*
An expression of horror might've flickered across Obi-Wan's face before he schooled himself to what he hoped looked like appreciative neutrality. There were no words for how good it was that Quinlan Vos was very far out of system, and not due back to the Temple for months. Hopefully the younglings would pick up a new song by then.
Ignoring the snickers from some passing Jedi who had stopped to listen, he waited patiently through the end of the song, contemplating what sorts of revenge would best cross several hundred thousand lightyears.
With a few last triumphant *CLANG*s, the younglings wound down their performance, grinning giddily. He praised them - it wasn't their fault they were referencing a rather regrettable drunken incident, which had been entirely Vos' fault - and gathering the shreds of his Jedi dignity around him, moved off down the hall.
Sadly, the younglings took that praise as their cue to serenade him outside his rooms that evening. And to after morning meditation. And after sparring practice. And after a long and irritating meeting with the Senate Committee on Bothan Naming Rights.
Obi-Wan may have spent more time contemplating vengenace than was strictly proper in a Jedi.
After spending the evening hiding out at Dex's, he hit upon a suitable retribution, and began combing through his computer archive for holos of Anakin. The tricky part would be finding a way to send them to young Rory -- but with a little recall of Anakin explaining the school's messaging system and work with a slicer contact of Dex's, he was assured the images would be viewable by even the most primative imaging tech. ("Can't promise they'll be proper holos, but the image'll get through all right.")
He quickly composed a message.
Dear Miss Gilmore,
I'm sorry I missed you and your friends' visit here. The Temple's still standing, so I gather the trip was a success. At our last meeting I believe I promised you these images of our mutual friend. Use them wisely. Actually, I hope this gets through at all - Anakin explained that your communications systems are very different than ours, and he's far better at adapting tech than I am.
Be well, and please give my regards to your mother.
May the Force be with you,
Obi-Wan
Attached to or embedded in the message, depending how an Earth computer decides to interperet an intergalatic transmission, are several images:
- Anakin receiving his first padawan haircut. There's clearly yelling involved. And pouting.
- Anakin a little older, just starting to be gangly, dripping blue paint from face and hair and scowling.
- A group of young padawans in mid-food-fight. 10-year-old Anakin is visible on the side, glop on his robes and noodles on his head, pointing with great concentration at a large platter hovering in front of him.
- Young Anakin grinning ecstatically in the cockpit of a Jedi starfighter. The helmet might be a little big on him.
[ooc: Y'know, just once I'd like it if work didn't interfere with my ability to come be a pretend person online. Is that so much to ask?]
He sensed the multiple presences somewhere behind him before he heard the scrape of soft boots against the floor. He slowed his steps, but didn't turn around - at least, not until the giggling started.
"Hello, Ashla," he called out.
More giggling, some not-so-well-muffled whispering, and hasty scuffling answered him. When he turned around, some seven or eight younglings stood in tight arrangement, blinking innocently at him. (Well, except for Vina, who didn't blink, but her scale-skin rippled green and soothingly, which amounted to having an innocent expression.)
All of their hands were behind their backs. "Hello, Master Kenobi," the youngling Ashla said shyly, from the front of the group. "We 'ad visitors while you were away an' they know Anakin an' they taught us a new song! D'you wanna hear?"
And without waiting for an answer, out came the banthabells.
Her name was Lola *clang*
She was a show *clang* girl *clang*
With *clang* yellow feathers *clang* in her hair*clang*
And a dress *clang* cut down to there *clang*
*CLANG* *CLANGCLANGCLANGCLANGCLANG*
An expression of horror might've flickered across Obi-Wan's face before he schooled himself to what he hoped looked like appreciative neutrality. There were no words for how good it was that Quinlan Vos was very far out of system, and not due back to the Temple for months. Hopefully the younglings would pick up a new song by then.
Ignoring the snickers from some passing Jedi who had stopped to listen, he waited patiently through the end of the song, contemplating what sorts of revenge would best cross several hundred thousand lightyears.
With a few last triumphant *CLANG*s, the younglings wound down their performance, grinning giddily. He praised them - it wasn't their fault they were referencing a rather regrettable drunken incident, which had been entirely Vos' fault - and gathering the shreds of his Jedi dignity around him, moved off down the hall.
Sadly, the younglings took that praise as their cue to serenade him outside his rooms that evening. And to after morning meditation. And after sparring practice. And after a long and irritating meeting with the Senate Committee on Bothan Naming Rights.
Obi-Wan may have spent more time contemplating vengenace than was strictly proper in a Jedi.
After spending the evening hiding out at Dex's, he hit upon a suitable retribution, and began combing through his computer archive for holos of Anakin. The tricky part would be finding a way to send them to young Rory -- but with a little recall of Anakin explaining the school's messaging system and work with a slicer contact of Dex's, he was assured the images would be viewable by even the most primative imaging tech. ("Can't promise they'll be proper holos, but the image'll get through all right.")
He quickly composed a message.
Dear Miss Gilmore,
I'm sorry I missed you and your friends' visit here. The Temple's still standing, so I gather the trip was a success. At our last meeting I believe I promised you these images of our mutual friend. Use them wisely. Actually, I hope this gets through at all - Anakin explained that your communications systems are very different than ours, and he's far better at adapting tech than I am.
Be well, and please give my regards to your mother.
May the Force be with you,
Obi-Wan
Attached to or embedded in the message, depending how an Earth computer decides to interperet an intergalatic transmission, are several images:
- Anakin receiving his first padawan haircut. There's clearly yelling involved. And pouting.
- Anakin a little older, just starting to be gangly, dripping blue paint from face and hair and scowling.
- A group of young padawans in mid-food-fight. 10-year-old Anakin is visible on the side, glop on his robes and noodles on his head, pointing with great concentration at a large platter hovering in front of him.
- Young Anakin grinning ecstatically in the cockpit of a Jedi starfighter. The helmet might be a little big on him.
[ooc: Y'know, just once I'd like it if work didn't interfere with my ability to come be a pretend person online. Is that so much to ask?]