"Don't be ridiculous, Jesse."
That seemed to be Kenobi's favourite phrase.
Jesse stifled a small chuckle as he tucked his charcoal helmet between his limb and his ribcage. "I asked you to hear me out and you didn't."
Kenobi huffed, pulling his locks back so he could at least see where he was walking. "I've grown it out in the past and i will not be returning to the dark time," He spat, throwing a soft smirk through his pearls.
Jesse allowed a shallow chuckle to erupt from his chest once again, "I'm sure Anakin has some photos or something of it."
He was defeated. By this newcomer. He hadn't felt a connection like this since...well, Satine. But that chapter of his life had ended and he didn't plan to return to it. She was gone; he had accepted that.
Suddenly, a flashing disk vibrated in the small pouch upon Kenobi's belt. He removed it and sprouted a blue figure. Mace Windu. His stern expression burned straight through the man.
"Obi-Wan, I need you and Gibson to head to Kamino. A separatist breech again."
The jedi nodded, "Yes Windu. We'll head straight there." Kenobi placed the disk straight back into his pouch and pulled his arm close to his maw. He tapped a small button creating a foamy sound, "Rex, gather a squad and i'll meet you at the hangar."
Jesse followed the jedi as they erupted into a brisk walk. "They can't seem to get enough of Kamino," The older man joked as they rushed their way down the halls towards the hangar.
The pair slowly arrived to be greeted by Captain Rex and his masked face. "A ships ready for you," He hummed in his usual, rusty tone.
The dirty blonde mandalorian threw his helmet across his features before adjusting his poncho and following the rushing male into the belly of the beast.
A heavy, synthetic exhale signalled the ascent of the LAAT/I. Jesse reached upwards and gripped a handle before scouting his head towards Kenobi.
"This has happened before?" Jesse questioned, cocking his head slightly.
"The separatists don't care if they've targeted a planet more then once, rookie. It's all the same to them," Rex replied with what Jesse assumes to be a disappointing frown beneath his helmet.
He supposed that all that mattered to the opposing forces were victories not protection like the republic.
"And you gained a victory the last time? We have to prepare that that may not happen this time," Jesse grumbled using logic he had absorbed from his years of bounty hunting work. A typical occupation for an outcasted mandalorian warrior.
Kenobi gazed towards him with those longing...absolutely stunning...oh shit...
Jesse shook his head. Don't start this again, Gibson. It ain't the right time.
"We know, Jesse. We've prepared for this," The jedi hummed.
Jesse nodded, "Oh yeah, I forgot. Your years of training seemed to have prepared you for every situation," The mandalorian muttered to himself. "You all seem pretty numb to ordinary feelings and crap."
"You'll pick up techniques and stuff, kid. You're new, we get it," Rex interrupted with a more kinder twinge to his voice. "It's how we're programmed. Even General Kenobi," Rex added.
Kenobi nodded, "Rex is right. You have to ignore those feelings to be able to fight for what is right."
Jesse couldn't help but believe that the republic had simply brainwashed these men into believing they are nothing but disposable warriors.
This isn't how you're supposed to live.
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STAR WARS: THE SIEGE OF HOPE (TSOH)
Ficção CientíficaThe Grand Republic. Locked into three years of constant battle with the armies known as The Separatists. However, the Republic seems to have an unlikely ally that could aid them in their victory. But emotional bonds tend to step in the way. Jealou...
