obi-wan imagines

pronounced dead (but not really)

Context: You don't need any, just read this since I'm super proud of it right now hehe

Themes: nothing you haven't seen in Star Wars before

Word Count: about 1500 (idk I forgot to check before making the notes)

Warnings: cursing (literally just expect it in all my chapters)

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It's been five months since I've stepped foot in the Jedi Temple. As much as I love the time off, the thought was depressing. I'm dead, you see -- at least as far as most of the galaxy knows. Mace thought it would be better to ship me off to Nkorda (a desolate moon of some obscure world) instead of actually solving the problem of the people trying to kill me.

'They can't kill you if you're already dead!' Obi had joked when he heard the news.

He was right. He's always right. But in this case, I thought the Council was just being lazy. 

I poured myself a cup of flavorless herbal tea and gazed out at the view from my window. Empty field, empty fields, and OH! more empty fields. Yup, this is the life. I sighed and took a sip from my mug, drinking slowly. 

Life on Nkorda is far to quiet for my taste. Every day I wake up and get ready for another pointless day of killing time until a Jedi Master shows up to tell me that they magically got rid of all bounty hunters and it was safe to come home. Pfft. Obviously, that would never happen, so I was stuck, stuck on a moon with no other life forms except for the few unorthodox creatures that are stranded here too. 

My day usually go as follows:

1. Drink my stupid, pointless tea.

2. Get dressed in bland clothes that color-blind D'aghna picked out for me.

3. Tend to my garden so I don't die of starvation.

4. Read the Jedi manuscript for the hundredth time (it's the only book I was allowed).

5. Go to sleep and pray something interesting happens.

At this moment, I was heading out to my garden in my workout clothes: a pair of plain skin-tight pants and a Jedi robe-style top. Most mornings I ignore step #2. Clothes are practically irrelevant here because there's literally no one around to see them, so why bother wearing my "Council approved" attire?

Just as I reached the bottom of the hill at the base of the open valley, and explosion rang out behind me. Meteors was my first thought, but then I realized the crash sounded more metallic, like the rocky ground had ripped up something man-made. A chill rippled down my spine. No, this wasn't any kind of meteor. Someone was here, someone that could be hunting me down like the rest of... them.

I raced toward the explosion site without a second thought. If someone was going to kill me, I wanted to get the jump on them first. With my lightsabers in each hand, I crept around my makeshift house to get a better look. There was a ship on the ground a few yards away. At least it used to be a ship. Now, it was a pile of rubble surrounded by broken up dirt and stones. For a moment, I breathed a sigh of relief. It'd be a miracle if anyone survived that impact, much less have the strength to attempt to murder me.

Great. I thought, still peering at the crash-site. Now I can go back to my exciting day of gardening and hoping I don't die of boredom.