STAR WARS: THE SIEGE OF HOPE (TSOH)

NABOO, 21 BBY

Obi-Wan Kenobi. Jedi Knight belonging to the Grand Republic.
Remember that.

Heavy pants exhaled the maw of the jedi as he gripped his weapon tighter than previously.
"Anakin! Anakin come in!" His voice rattled as his forearm rose. A figure glitched slightly before wrapping itself around the device slapped on Kenobi's arm. "Master Kenobi, what is it?" The figure hissed, jumping back viciously as red batonlike bullets rained upon the jedi. "I'm cornered, Anakin," The older jedi exclaimed. However, despite his pleading tone, the hologram shuddered and began glitching out. "Anakin!" Kenobi pleaded. He decided to take matters into his own hand. Despite his rotations of training, this was a whole new experience for the jedi knight. Kenobi grumbled, whisking his highlighted locks away from his pale gaze. "Come on then," He mused. The knight did all he could to defend himself as much as possible. He was used to being caught in difficult situations however this predicament was challenging. He didn't find himself with his allies...just himself and these tin cans.
Kenobi attempted to make contact with the invisible power that granted him multiple abilities. But the force offered him few answers, which was peculiar. Hope. It was draining from him like when you rinse water from a sponge. He was losing his trust in the force but he wouldn't admit it. He couldn't disappoint the republic, disappoint his previous mentor. That wasn't implanted in him. Kenobi continued to engage in the conflict; he closed his eyes...praying, begging.
And those prayers seemed to be answered.
A rocketing scream filled the surrounding plains of Naboo. Lime grass parted and brushed aside as heavy boots landed behind the older jedi. A rattle emitted from the helmet of the unknown figure. "A jedi? Cornered by separatist droids?" The husky tone was complimented by a light chuckle. The mandalorian threw his forearm upwards and flicked a simple switch. This caused a terrifying roar of fire to spew from his arm and bash against the beige and cobble plating of the droids. Kenobi gazed over his shoulder in disbelief.
Armoured mandalorians had been portrayed as heartless savages. People capable of slaughtering anything that stood in their path with little to no mercy. So why was one helping him?
"Who are you exactly?" Kenobi hissed, deflecting more rounds of bullets and bouncing them back into the distributors.
"I'm answering your prayers," The mandalorian hummed, using his hidden gear to obliterate the opposing foes. He scooped down, pulling up a blaster and firing the rounds that remained inside. He added, "I know you prayed for some form of help. Everyone does."
Kenobi huffed, using the force to tear apart certain droids and launching them at the remaining retreating. An unusual act for separatist droids but the jedi supposed they were as baffled as he was. A mandalorian on Naboo? The system was truly falling apart. Kenobi pulled himself around and positioned himself in the eyesight of the mandalorian. He remembered reading that these misfits have the vision of birds. The inability to move their eyes like you and I.
"Now tell me, mandalorian. What exactly is your business upon Naboo?"
The mandalorian chuckled, brushing down his chest plate with swift flicks of his gloved limbs. "Who put you in the position of distributing questions?" He hummed, moving his head to almost gaze over the sacred being.
"I need a clear answer," Kenobi prompted, sheathing his blade and returning it to his belt. He had no intentions on using it against the mandalorian. Their armour was supposedly as tough as a republic freighter ship but it seemed to have the dexterity of a zilla beast hide.
The mandalorian shuffled uncomfortably and exhaled a heavy sigh. He delicately and cautiously moved his hand towards his helmet; he made sure not to spook the jedi. Treating him like he was a wild mustang. Unpredictable and quite frightening.
With a heavy gush of air and a synthetic hiss, the helmet released it's grip from the young male's face. It revealed a rather dazzling brute. Semi-sharp features, dirty blonde hair, soft eyes and two rugged scars breached across his upper nose. He seemed to meet the mandalorian expectation but Kenobi wasn't all persuaded. "Jesse Gibson," The mandalorian hummed, holding out his hand in a gesture to shake the jedi's limb. "Or would you rather me bow?" He teased.
Kenobi couldn't help but lift his lip in a snarl, "Mister Gibson, what is your business upon Naboo?" He repeated with a more snappy hint lining his exotic tone.
The mandalorian couldn't help but unfold a smirk along his stubble, which didn't compare to the jedi's heavy beard. He said, "A simple trip. I'm not here to compromise any republic business. I actually wish to accompany you, Master jedi. I believe I could be a key to your survival."
Obi-Wan Kenobi shuffled before moving a hand up to run against his smooth beard. "The republic doesn't need help from a single, uncivilised savage," Kenobi added.

The conversation was cut short as two other beings came sprinting over followed by a battalion of milky soldiers. "Master Kenobi!" Howled the young jedi. A short female with dark hair and her mentor – a taller brute with long auburn locks and a ragged scar – toppled over the horizon.
Kenobi turned his head over his shoulder, "Anakin, Jupiter. You took your time," He mused, folding his arms rather swiftly. Jupiter and Anakin flocked to his side and slipped into defensive poses, "A mandalorian," Skywalker hissed, bearing his pearly whites. "I've been through this, Anakin," Kenobi hummed, waving a limb to signal to the others that it was relatively safe. Anakin sheathed his aqua blade and that was followed by the soft sizzle of the other emerald blade used by the raven haired padawan.
Jupiter opened her maw, pushing out her soft tone, "Who is he, Master Kenobi?" She inquired, adjusting her robes slightly.
"Jesse Gibson," Jesse interrupted, clicking his helmet back onto his cranium.
Kenobi rolled his pale gaze, "Yes, Jesse Gibson. He has inquired if he joins us back to the ship; he apparently claims to be a key to the republic's survival," The jedi stated in a washed out and semi-aggravated tone.
Anakin cocked his head like a young springer spaniel, "This mandalorian... He believes he is important?" Anakin scoffed, mimicking Obi-Wan's actions and also folding his arms.
"Masters, shouldn't we take him back to the ship and see Master Fisto and Master Koon's opinions?" Jupiter hummed before being abruptly cut off by Skywalker.
"Jupiter's right."
"Thank you, Anakin," Jupiter pushed out through gritted teeth.
Kenobi pulled himself towards Jesse and examined him closely. "I agree," He muttered, turning towards the other jedi and the lines of clones that dwelled behind. A familiar blue and white captain pulled himself towards the superiors,
"Sir," Captain Rex croaked, "We overheard your conversation. Shall we return to the rendezvous point? I believe General Fisto has called in ships for us."
Kenobi nodded, smiling softly, "We shall."
Jesse exhaled. He had passed the first obstacle. Great. Splendid.