obi-wan imagines

(☆) stranded on dalaris

Context: honestly you can add your own context! basically you and Obi are flying and get attacked by enemy ships. you end up on a planet called Dalaris, which I made up just to add some details :)

Themes: angst, fighting, wound-fixing trope, fluff

Word Count: 3157 (holy cow!)

Warnings: cursing, very mild gore

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The alarm pounding in my head was starting to give me a migrane. It seemed like everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Smoke poured out of the back of the small ship, sending clouds of chemicals into the atmosphere as we started plummeting to the planet below.

"The phrase 'ignore it and it will go away' does not apply to the four fighters chasing us!" Obi yelled over the mechanical crashing.

"Scolding me isn't going to help, Obi. We've already lost all our weapons systems so there's not much I can do," I reminded him solemnly.

"How about get us away from the guys trying to kill us?!"

I glared at him. I knew he was panic-stricken, but his yelling was starting to distract me. "Would you like to fly this thing?"

That seemed to shut him up.

If it was even possible, the ringing in my ears got louder, indicating that another part of our ship was fucked up. What else is new? I had done everything possible, gone through every scenario repeatedly, and gotten nothing. We were still about to plummet toward what looked like a desert planet.

One more shot was all it took.

Neither Obi or myself screamed. If it weren't for the insane winds whirling past the window or the alarms, the cockpit would have been completely silent. But that wasn't to say I wasn't scared. Terrified, is more like it.

"Relax, Obi." I could feel the tension radiating off of him in waves.

His eyes widened. "Relax? Relax? We're about to die!"

"Yeah," I agreed. "But if you're relaxed, you're more likely to survive the crash. Statistically speaking."

I didn't have to be looking at Obi to know he rolled his eyes. "At least I'll die knowing it wasn't me who crashed our ship."

"You have to admit, this would be a pretty cool way to die."

At that moment our ship collided with the ground. The front end sent sand and debris flying across the desert terrain. Somehow I managed to keep my eyes wide open, only to see that Obi had squeezed his so tightly I feared he might blow a gasket. Other than that, he seemed to be taking my advice; his body was completely relaxed. I wish I could say the same for myself.

"I was right!" I yelled, raising my voice over the commotion of the sliding.

His eyes were still closed, but Obi managed to shout out a response. "About what?!"

"This is totally a cool way to die!"

The roaring from the crash probably drowned me out, that's why Obi didn't laugh. In fact, he didn't even crack a smile. I watched his expressions carefully, surprised that he never flinched, even when a rock was turned up from under the sand and collided with the glass window.

Finally, the crash came to a stop.

My head spun and my ears were still ringing, but at least I wasn't dead. At least Obi isn't dead. On shaky legs, I stood up and stretched, groaning as I evened out all the kinks in my sore back.