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hadthehighground) wrote2020-08-20 10:59 am
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That doesn’t surprise me. Master Yoda fought Palpatine, but was unable to defeat him and fled. And of course there’s Anakin…
[He stops there, feeling the lump in his throat. They obviously knew that he was still alive. So it would stand to reason they would expect others. But his brow then creased slightly in confusion.]
Inquisitors? No, I don’t.
[He stops there, feeling the lump in his throat. They obviously knew that he was still alive. So it would stand to reason they would expect others. But his brow then creased slightly in confusion.]
Inquisitors? No, I don’t.
Some of us Padawans, they ... The Empire captured them and turned them to the dark side to hunt down the remaining Jedi. Darth Vader trained them. I don't know how many they've killed but I'm pretty sure they've found a few in the past five years.
They would have killed me on Bracca if Cere didn't show up.
They would have killed me on Bracca if Cere didn't show up.
Well that sure is a bombshell.
For several moments Obi-Wan could only stare at Cal, completely speechless. It was bad enough that so many younglings and Padawans had been slaughtered, but this was a different kind of evil. The scope of Anakin’s betrayal sinking in even more.
“Padawans turned against their own people?”
Clearly this was something Obi-Wan hadn’t even considered as a possibility. It was unfathomable to him. And yet before it happened, he never would have thought Anakin capable of what he did. And now he knows his own Padawan used children to kill other Jedi.
For several moments Obi-Wan could only stare at Cal, completely speechless. It was bad enough that so many younglings and Padawans had been slaughtered, but this was a different kind of evil. The scope of Anakin’s betrayal sinking in even more.
“Padawans turned against their own people?”
Clearly this was something Obi-Wan hadn’t even considered as a possibility. It was unfathomable to him. And yet before it happened, he never would have thought Anakin capable of what he did. And now he knows his own Padawan used children to kill other Jedi.
At first, he only nods, as he tries to decide how to continue. At some point, he should tell Obi-Wan about the holocron and the fight to get it. Wonder if he'd support the choice to destroy it.
For now, he decides to skip that.
"One of them was Cere's Padawan. I encountered her several times afterwards. During one of our fights, I managed to disarm her and took her lightsaber. I got to ... I saw what they did to her. The echo was so powerful I couldn't see anything else, or move. It was really painful. I don't want that to happen again. To be overwhelmed like that. Do you know if it's possible to learn to control it better?"
For now, he decides to skip that.
"One of them was Cere's Padawan. I encountered her several times afterwards. During one of our fights, I managed to disarm her and took her lightsaber. I got to ... I saw what they did to her. The echo was so powerful I couldn't see anything else, or move. It was really painful. I don't want that to happen again. To be overwhelmed like that. Do you know if it's possible to learn to control it better?"
He doesn’t doubt that it was painful to see that. Obi-Wan is pained at the mere thought of it. Yet Cal didn’t have the personal connection that he did with Darth Vader… with Anakin. Right now he’s glad he doesn’t have Cal’s ability, because he’s certain that seeing something like that might destroy him.
“It is possible,” Obi-Wan says quietly. Frowning softly as he considers it. “Admittedly I’m not the best teacher as I don’t have the skill myself, not to that extent. I can feel impressions, echoes, feelings, but certainly not so vividly. But I think I can help you regardless.”
“It is possible,” Obi-Wan says quietly. Frowning softly as he considers it. “Admittedly I’m not the best teacher as I don’t have the skill myself, not to that extent. I can feel impressions, echoes, feelings, but certainly not so vividly. But I think I can help you regardless.”
"Well, the chances of me finding someone who has psychometry and can control it is next to none. As far as I can tell it's not really something you can control anyway, just ... I'm hoping it's possible to stop it controlling me like that."
The echoes will happen regardless, that much he's certain of. Most of them aren't like that. Next time, though, he might not be so lucky that his opponent thinks they have something more important to do.
The echoes will happen regardless, that much he's certain of. Most of them aren't like that. Next time, though, he might not be so lucky that his opponent thinks they have something more important to do.
“It’s like any other skill, it takes practice and discipline, as well as time. You need to become familiar and comfortable with it. Only then will you reach the point where it will not control you.”
It was the same for controlling one’s force powers in general. Every now and then a youngling would crop up whose force abilities were beyond what they could manage. It wasn’t until they learned the ways of the Jedi that they could effectively use their abilities. Cal’s psychometry was of a similar thread, but his training was cut short due to the purge.
Now here comes the questions.
“How often do you meditate?”
It was the same for controlling one’s force powers in general. Every now and then a youngling would crop up whose force abilities were beyond what they could manage. It wasn’t until they learned the ways of the Jedi that they could effectively use their abilities. Cal’s psychometry was of a similar thread, but his training was cut short due to the purge.
Now here comes the questions.
“How often do you meditate?”
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When he arrived almost a year ago, Din never would've even considered being this close to people. Any real true intimacy, outside of just getting quota. Really, his bubble for it is still pretty limited. He's still not that great at admitting feelings. The most help of him changing, is the lingering memories of that week, where he believed he was a native. Weird, strange feelings that wouldn't leave. It doesn't hurt, that Obi-wan was part of that week, too.
He takes mental notes as he disrobes, Obi-wan. For if this happened again. There's so many layers. Like Jedi didn't like showing their bodies or something. Not that Din has much room to talk. Still, once Obi is bare, the differences give Din pause. Fingers tracing the scars for a moment. In the back of his mind, he's also wondering about Obi-wan knowing so much about Mandalorians, including the language. But that'll have to wait until later.
Then he's being further disrobed, and he helps there too. Removing his hands to slip off his gloves, then shrugging off the top of the suit. He's got his own scars, most of them faint now, since he's not acquired any new ones in the city. A lot of them mostly in spots where there were gaps in his armor. What he's not expecting, is Obi-wan blind folding himself, without even having to be asked. It means a lot.
"Thank you." He says softly. There's trust there, and he knows it. There's a moment, before he's reaching up to slide the helmet off, setting it aside. Brown eyes now free to really take in the changes, without the filter in place.
He takes mental notes as he disrobes, Obi-wan. For if this happened again. There's so many layers. Like Jedi didn't like showing their bodies or something. Not that Din has much room to talk. Still, once Obi is bare, the differences give Din pause. Fingers tracing the scars for a moment. In the back of his mind, he's also wondering about Obi-wan knowing so much about Mandalorians, including the language. But that'll have to wait until later.
Then he's being further disrobed, and he helps there too. Removing his hands to slip off his gloves, then shrugging off the top of the suit. He's got his own scars, most of them faint now, since he's not acquired any new ones in the city. A lot of them mostly in spots where there were gaps in his armor. What he's not expecting, is Obi-wan blind folding himself, without even having to be asked. It means a lot.
"Thank you." He says softly. There's trust there, and he knows it. There's a moment, before he's reaching up to slide the helmet off, setting it aside. Brown eyes now free to really take in the changes, without the filter in place.
At some point, if he wants Obi-Wan to help him, he'll have to talk about it. So that might as well be now. It's not that it worries him to bare his heart here, it's just that it will probably always be difficult.
"Every day," he says, and leans forward to rest his arms on his knees. "But for five years I didn't. I tried, but ... After the Purge, every time I tried I'd feel this ... fear, and I'd lose control. So I stopped. My connection was broken. It's fine now. Stronger than before, I think."
"Every day," he says, and leans forward to rest his arms on his knees. "But for five years I didn't. I tried, but ... After the Purge, every time I tried I'd feel this ... fear, and I'd lose control. So I stopped. My connection was broken. It's fine now. Stronger than before, I think."
A smile touches the Jedi’s bearded face as he finishes tying the blindfold. Having only gotten a moment to look at some of Din’s body, which was what he expected of a Mandalorian warrior. The moment reminding him of when they kissed back at camp. Though he didn’t completely trust himself to just keep his eyes closed this time as things would be getting more physical. He wished to respect Din’s creed just as he would want his.
Reaching out, he gently touches the other man’s face. Which felt much the same way it had before. His hands then moving lower, quietly exploring Din’s neck, his shoulders, and chest. Obi-Wan then carefully extracted himself from the other man’s lap, coming to stand before him instead. His hands moving to blindly undo and slip out of his pants.
“I’ll need you to guide me,” he then says. Another scar similar to the one on his arm is visible on his left thigh. A hand eventually going out to the Mandalorian. Yes, he’s putting a lot of trust in him. But as far as he’s concerned he has no reason not to.
Reaching out, he gently touches the other man’s face. Which felt much the same way it had before. His hands then moving lower, quietly exploring Din’s neck, his shoulders, and chest. Obi-Wan then carefully extracted himself from the other man’s lap, coming to stand before him instead. His hands moving to blindly undo and slip out of his pants.
“I’ll need you to guide me,” he then says. Another scar similar to the one on his arm is visible on his left thigh. A hand eventually going out to the Mandalorian. Yes, he’s putting a lot of trust in him. But as far as he’s concerned he has no reason not to.
That was heartbreaking to hear as well. With Obi-Wan reaching out to touch Cal’s shoulder in a show of sympathy, of understanding. The Purge had taken everything from them, leaving them broken.
“Tell me, how did you overcome?”
He wanted to know, to get a better understanding of the young man he would be teaching. The more that Cal said, the better. But Obi-Wan wouldn’t push him beyond what he was comfortable.
“Tell me, how did you overcome?”
He wanted to know, to get a better understanding of the young man he would be teaching. The more that Cal said, the better. But Obi-Wan wouldn’t push him beyond what he was comfortable.
It wasn't more than he was comfortable with. After all, he'd talked about it already.
"I managed to destroy the crystal left in my master's lightsaber, so we had to go to Ilum to get a new one for me. I nearly drowned in the process, and when I took the crystal, it cracked in my palm. Not sure why. Maybe it felt my turmoil. That was ... my lowest point. I felt like I'd failed everyone. Myself, my master, my friends, the entire galaxy. BD-1 convinced me that it wasn't all over. I managed to take the broken pieces and make a new lightsaber with my master's and Cere's hilt together."
He pulls his lightsaber free from his belt and puts the tea cup down before taking hold of each hilt with one hand. Then, he twists them, and pulls them apart.
"I managed to destroy the crystal left in my master's lightsaber, so we had to go to Ilum to get a new one for me. I nearly drowned in the process, and when I took the crystal, it cracked in my palm. Not sure why. Maybe it felt my turmoil. That was ... my lowest point. I felt like I'd failed everyone. Myself, my master, my friends, the entire galaxy. BD-1 convinced me that it wasn't all over. I managed to take the broken pieces and make a new lightsaber with my master's and Cere's hilt together."
He pulls his lightsaber free from his belt and puts the tea cup down before taking hold of each hilt with one hand. Then, he twists them, and pulls them apart.
Listening intently, the older man winces slightly in sympathy upon hearing Cal had destroyed his master’s crystal. While attachment wasn’t something they were supposed to do, that would sting for any Jedi. He then nods and grimaces again at his tale of Illum. An appropriate place to go for a new crystal and sounds like it was perhaps untouched by the Empire. At least up to that point.
When Cal pulls out the lightsaber he had cobbled together from two others with a new crystal, Obi-Wan means over with interest to take a look.
“That’s quite the story, but it seems to me that trial has only strengthened you.” Which is how it should be. No one improved by taking the easy path.
When Cal pulls out the lightsaber he had cobbled together from two others with a new crystal, Obi-Wan means over with interest to take a look.
“That’s quite the story, but it seems to me that trial has only strengthened you.” Which is how it should be. No one improved by taking the easy path.
It was probably just as well, in the end. A lightsaber always worked best with the crystal that had chosen the Jedi. He suspects Master Tapal's crystal worked so well only because it went to his Padawan, because Master Tapal personally gave it to him.
When Obi-Wan leans in, he holds the hilts out a little towards him for a few seconds.
"It did," he says softly, with a nod, and puts the saber back together. "I knew then that I was ready for anything. Well, almost anything. Ready to face my past, at least." He pauses for a moment. "I should probably tell you what me and Cere were doing. Have you ever heard of the Zeffo?"
When Obi-Wan leans in, he holds the hilts out a little towards him for a few seconds.
"It did," he says softly, with a nod, and puts the saber back together. "I knew then that I was ready for anything. Well, almost anything. Ready to face my past, at least." He pauses for a moment. "I should probably tell you what me and Cere were doing. Have you ever heard of the Zeffo?"
Satisfied with what he saw, Obi-Wan leans back again, folding his arms and nodding. Every Jedi had to go through a period where they had to face themselves and their fears. Though some had more to overcome than others.
"I've heard mention of it." A hand idly stroking his beard as he tried to think back on what he knew of the planet. "In the Outter Rim if I recall." Obi-Wan had fought in the Outter Rim sieges, so he was at least vaguely familiar with many of the planets out there. He didn't remember Zeffo having any strategic importance though.
"I've heard mention of it." A hand idly stroking his beard as he tried to think back on what he knew of the planet. "In the Outter Rim if I recall." Obi-Wan had fought in the Outter Rim sieges, so he was at least vaguely familiar with many of the planets out there. He didn't remember Zeffo having any strategic importance though.
He didn't mean the planet, but that answers his question. The people that used to live on Zeffo was more obscure knowledge, from his understanding.
"Yes. Named after the people that lived there a long time ago. They were Force-sensitive and disappeared mysteriously a long time ago. Master Cordova was very interested in them. It was one of their ancient sites, a vault, that gave him the vision of the fall of the Order. When he realised the Council wouldn't heed his warning, he created a holocron with a list of Force-sensitive children and hid it inside the vault. After the Purge, Cere made it her mission to retrieve the holocron."
"Yes. Named after the people that lived there a long time ago. They were Force-sensitive and disappeared mysteriously a long time ago. Master Cordova was very interested in them. It was one of their ancient sites, a vault, that gave him the vision of the fall of the Order. When he realised the Council wouldn't heed his warning, he created a holocron with a list of Force-sensitive children and hid it inside the vault. After the Purge, Cere made it her mission to retrieve the holocron."
"I see," Obi-Wan says, leaning back and still messing with his beard as he pondered this information. Frowning as he again realized what a grave error was made.
"Was she successful?" A holocron of such a nature would be very valuable. One like it had been stolen by Cad Bane during the war and had almost led to the destruction of three children listed within it. He could only imagine what would happen to those children if the Empire got ahold of it.
"Was she successful?" A holocron of such a nature would be very valuable. One like it had been stolen by Cad Bane during the war and had almost led to the destruction of three children listed within it. He could only imagine what would happen to those children if the Empire got ahold of it.
He shakes his head.
"She couldn't do it. She'd cut herself off from the Force, so she needed another Jedi. That's why she monitored the Inquisitors' comms and came to Bracca when they found me. It wasn't easy. Master Cordova had stored all the information we needed in BD-1, but BD-1 had let him encrypt it and then wipe his memories. To unlock everything, we had to follow his footsteps and visit other Zeffo sites. Tombs. To get the information, BD-1 had to approve you and guide you."
When trying to put it all together in a way that made sense and didn't take too long to explain, it seemed very convoluted.
"She couldn't do it. She'd cut herself off from the Force, so she needed another Jedi. That's why she monitored the Inquisitors' comms and came to Bracca when they found me. It wasn't easy. Master Cordova had stored all the information we needed in BD-1, but BD-1 had let him encrypt it and then wipe his memories. To unlock everything, we had to follow his footsteps and visit other Zeffo sites. Tombs. To get the information, BD-1 had to approve you and guide you."
When trying to put it all together in a way that made sense and didn't take too long to explain, it seemed very convoluted.
[continued from here]
[Albert knows that Obi-Wan is in no real state to take in what is being said to him, and it's unfair to talk of things that require his focus and attention. So he simply nods, leaning down to kiss him again, murmuring a soft promise to discuss it all later. And then he can focus on ensuring Obi-Wan gets everything he needs, the pleasure he deserves. That spot inside him, Albert knows it well, and so he focuses on grinding his cock at the right angle to stimulate Obi-Wan again and again.
His fist is still around the other man too, stroking in time, although not well, considering how closely they are pressed together. But he can feel those jolts go through him, and it's quite, quite wonderful.]
[Albert knows that Obi-Wan is in no real state to take in what is being said to him, and it's unfair to talk of things that require his focus and attention. So he simply nods, leaning down to kiss him again, murmuring a soft promise to discuss it all later. And then he can focus on ensuring Obi-Wan gets everything he needs, the pleasure he deserves. That spot inside him, Albert knows it well, and so he focuses on grinding his cock at the right angle to stimulate Obi-Wan again and again.
His fist is still around the other man too, stroking in time, although not well, considering how closely they are pressed together. But he can feel those jolts go through him, and it's quite, quite wonderful.]
[Oh how he had missed this. While it was true he was completely unaware while back on Tatooine, coming back after a few months had spurred a longing and need for the intimacy only this man could give him. There being no other he wanted more in this world. Albert’s practiced and knowing movements only underscoring that need.
The Submissive squirmed under the dominant. Hungrily, desperately, returning his kisses. Moaning and whimpering as Albert hit that spot again and again. The Jedi becoming putty in his lover’s hand as he stroked his unbearably hard length. Feeling a building of pressure in his loins, he knew what was coming and did nothing to hold it back. With a buck of his hips and gasp, he came suddenly and messily. Covering them both in his hot release.]
The Submissive squirmed under the dominant. Hungrily, desperately, returning his kisses. Moaning and whimpering as Albert hit that spot again and again. The Jedi becoming putty in his lover’s hand as he stroked his unbearably hard length. Feeling a building of pressure in his loins, he knew what was coming and did nothing to hold it back. With a buck of his hips and gasp, he came suddenly and messily. Covering them both in his hot release.]
[ He feels it, the flutter of those muscles around him, the throb of the vein in Obi-Wan's beautiful cock as he strokes him. It won't be long, but Albert doesn't care. He has never been a man who cares how long or how quickly his partner finds their pleasure, simply celebrating the pleasure itself.
As the orgasm does crash over his partner, Albert keeps going, still thrusting into him, keeping that sensation going until the friction becomes too much for him too and he feels his hips tremble, orgasm washing warmth over him as he slips forward, chest to chest with Obi-Wan on the bed.
It takes a moment before he can think of anything at all but how good he feels, and then he shifts, slipping from Obi-Wan's body and laying next to him to catch his breath, his hand moving to entwine their fingers.]
How do you feel dove?
As the orgasm does crash over his partner, Albert keeps going, still thrusting into him, keeping that sensation going until the friction becomes too much for him too and he feels his hips tremble, orgasm washing warmth over him as he slips forward, chest to chest with Obi-Wan on the bed.
It takes a moment before he can think of anything at all but how good he feels, and then he shifts, slipping from Obi-Wan's body and laying next to him to catch his breath, his hand moving to entwine their fingers.]
How do you feel dove?
[His senses are swimming in that familiar way he knows about and yet it feels like the first time all over again. His first time when first coming to Duplicity had been awkward and Anakin didn’t have near the experience Albert did. It has been pleasant of course but this dominant had a way of making him feel so satisfied. Left feeling so warm, filled, and loved.
As their fingers intertwine, his body radiating with pleasure, Obi-Wan turned on his side. Seeking to kiss the other man with warm gratitude. Albert certainly had welcomed him back in the best way he could.]
Simply amazing my love.
As their fingers intertwine, his body radiating with pleasure, Obi-Wan turned on his side. Seeking to kiss the other man with warm gratitude. Albert certainly had welcomed him back in the best way he could.]
Simply amazing my love.
[ The kiss is sweet, wonderful in its entirety, and Albert knows that while he can not feel the Force in the same way that the Jedi can, he makes sure that his adoration of Obi-Wan is loud and clear, his emotions free and unhidden. He missed Obi-Wan, felt his loss so keenly. The cabin had been cold and empty, without the sound of his voice and his laughter. The place he would meditate outside had been unused. It had made Albert's heart ache. But now they are back together. All feels good in the world.]
You will stay with me, won't you? Contract with me? You need looking after, Obi-Wan.
You will stay with me, won't you? Contract with me? You need looking after, Obi-Wan.
[The feelings come loud and clear to Obi-Wan. Easily picking up on Albert’s love and the fact that he had been missed. It makes the Jedi feel all the better. So when he’s asked to stay, there’s no hesitation. Only the same adoration in his blue eyes.]
Of course I will. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Of course I will. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
[ continued from here ]
Luke gives a small shrug. Din was how he was, he accepted that. It wasn't about wanting to see his face, but these things, being able to share meals more easily, not having to focus on removing sight before bed. "I understand it's hard for him. I just hope one day he'll feel less conflicted about it, however that falls."
Luke gives a small shrug. Din was how he was, he accepted that. It wasn't about wanting to see his face, but these things, being able to share meals more easily, not having to focus on removing sight before bed. "I understand it's hard for him. I just hope one day he'll feel less conflicted about it, however that falls."
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