Beating of your heart

Chapter One

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he raised his lightsaber to a salute. 
He did not feel the burn of the red blade as he joined with the Force.

It felt like he was floating in moving water, various noises echoing around him. It was becoming more and more apparent with each beat of his heart.

Wait, heart? Heartbeat? 
Would you have a heartbeat as a Force ghost?

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Obi-Wan blinked as he came through, recognising the place he sat. Mace and Yoda walked in, steeling himself; he asked, "so, how was my funeral?"

Letting the chatter fade into the background, filling in when he remembered he did previously, Obi-Wan focused on the fact that he'd been thrown into the past. 
The Force wanted something. But Obi-Wan wanted something; he wanted the Empire not to rise; he didn't want that death. If he'd have to let go of the Jedi again, then so be it.

He didn't so-much-as flinch as the fire tore through his face from the transformation. He had a mission, and he was going to see it through to the end.

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"That's him? That's the Jedi killer? He doesn't look so tough. You don't look so tough to me," Inmate Three growled.

Without much thought to the action, Obi-Wan sighed, "this food tastes terrible," as he spun his fork. Obi-Wan slammed his utensil into the scaled hand suddenly, grabbing him by the gills. Obi-Wan leaned in and whispered with a growl, "maybe you'd taste better."

Drawn by the commotion, the guards shouted down at them, "Hey, what's going on down there!"

"Naas," Obi-Wan grunted, twirling his fork carelessly as he called up, "just playing with my food."

"You're crazy!" The inmate shouted as they all backed away from him.

Obi-Wan eyed the occupants of the room as he continued to chew on the slop. There seemed to be a more prominent reaction this time; was it the use of Mando'a? 
From the corner of his eye, he watched as Moralo strode over, predictable, just like before.

"Rako Hardeen," Moralo stated as he sat down. "Your reputation precedes you. I'm curious when you killed that Jedi. Was it for money or revenge?"

"I don't know," Obi-Wan shrugged before looking in Moralo's gleaming eyes directly, "guess I was bored."

"Try the sauce. It makes that slop almost tolerable. I'll be seeing you, Mr Hardeen."

Personally, this slop was excellent compared to Tatooine food.

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Obi-Wan smirked as he walked into the cell, ignoring the warnings from the guard behind him. "Eval," he drawled, before glancing up at the upper bunk, "Bane, didn't take you one to be caught."

"If I'm breaking out this goon along with us, it'll cost you. Double my rate," Bane growled as he got to his feet.

"I'll pay you the double, triple if you don't require my assistance," Obi-Wan stepped in smoothly, "that's if– you accept the change of a goon?"

Bane stalked closer, watching the shark-grin and preditor-gleam in the man's face, "trying to earn my respect, goon?"

"I don't want your precious respect, I see an opportunity, and I want it," Obi-Wan growled, pushing himself into Bane's space, "you willing to gamble for more?"

"You're offering double or more; I would not be a good bounty hunter to turn that down," Bane growled, "you willing to take that bet?"

"I offered it, didn't I?"