Begun. .The Clone Wars have. .

“And your patience has done you well, Anakin.”

Kenobi reached out, placing a gentle hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “And please, Anakin, call me Obi-Wan. It’s about time we got used to doing that. Friend.”

There were cheers from the crowd of other Jedi. Windu, even as stoic as he was, gave in to the occasion with a clap and a laugh.

Some Padawan’s stood taller, some embraced their Masters. But Anakin stood all the same, as if this were not new to him. “Congratulations.” Kenobi said softly.

The next. “By The Right of The Council, I dub you —-“

In a single swoosh, the blade burnt through the braid that hung by Anakin’s ear. Letting the small strand fall in air until it landed by Skywalker’s knee. “Knight. Of the Republic.”

Kenobi gave a smile, one that curled under the beard that seemed to grow along with Anakin’s shaggy hair. Points and ends that poked out from the usual tightened Padawan cut.

“By The Will of The Force.” Kenobi said, and his saber moved to Anakin’s shoulder. “By The Light of The Jedi.” And to

And had continued to do so.

A Jedi now, more so than ever. ‘Masters, your swords.’ Windu said, and Kenobi reached for the hilt on his belt. Pulling it from its place and igniting the blue plasma from within. ‘Masters. The words are yours.’

There is a memory that plays in his head, some ten years ago when Anakin was just a boy. A boy who was afraid, afraid of what will become of him —- and of them.

But as he looked down upon his apprentice, Kenobi could no longer see the boy. Instead there was a man there. A man who had grown,

The Jedi Temple.
Six Standard Months after Geonosis.

—- @forceserenity.bsky.social

Yes, yes. All that again, I suppose.

Maybe not long enough.

My. .

“Oh my.”

“Anakin, rubbing dirt upon your face to ‘blend’ in to the woods won’t do what you think it will.”

“Must you do that?” @undoneprophecy.bsky.social

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐀 | 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌 🔞
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✘ - Lewd Earned | SFW
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𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 / 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

Obi-Wan doesn’t like that he is.

He does not relish in the fact that he commands Clones to their deaths.

“The Republics.” Kenobi said adamantly. “We serve The Republic and its citizens. The Council has informed us all of this.” A tight line formed beneath his beard, lips pursing together.

“I’d be careful talking like that. For now at least. Geonosis was only months ago. Many Jedi died there.”

⠀ · ࣪ ⊹ 𓂃 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ

“I’m sorry?” Kenobi asks with a head tilt. “Why are we, The Jedi, or why are we —- the Republic?”

“What is it you wish to speak of?” He stopped at the counter of said bar, pulling his robes tightly to himself.

Kenobi gave another confirming nod. “Ethel. A small planet towards the outer rim. It seem the Sepratist are finding their footing there for a new Droid Factory. I say seem, but deliberately speaking —- they’ve already began mining the planets resources.”

Kenobi cleared his throat. (c)

Kenobi shot him a curious look, before nodding ahead for them to walk. He let his arms cross over one another, hands slipping into the darkened sleeves of his robe. “Seems all I have is time at the moment, before Anakin and I are shipped off once more.

. .I’ll follow your lead.”

“Yes, well, the first step to getting lost is to be curious. It’s how we use that curiosity to find our way back that matters.

I was simply. . .following The Force.”

Find himself being brought back to the present.

He’d turn, and his lengthy brown Jedi robe would do so as well. Long locks of curled hair tugged just behind his ears —- and a beard that now felt more full than in months past. Obi-Wan offered the other a smile and his hand. (c)

Kenobi stood tall, as he always did. Anakin said that he locked his knees too often, but in moments of deep thought —- or deep reflection, the newly appointed Council Member would find himself standing as if he were made of stone.

It is only when his name is called does he (c)

"ᴀꜱ ᴊᴇᴅɪ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ."

Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master
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STAR WARS oc(s)

⠀ · ࣪ ⊹ 𓂃 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫 .ᐟ

You’re too eager to become one. This War has blended the ideal of soldier and Jedi. Be mindful of your feelings, Anakin.