I'm (Not) Broken

Chapter Twelve

     When Obi-Wan was 17, his Master was kidnapped by a mad scientist by the name of Jenna Zan Arbor. In an effort to rescue him, Obi-Wan was taken captive as well. He remembered formulating the plan. He remembered waking up strapped to a table. And then he remembered waking up in the Halls yet again.
     Master Che wasted no time before entering his mind. She took in the new door in the wall with a sigh.
     It was so far the only really technological thing in the headspace. It was simply a sliding metal door like what would be found in the Temple or a starship. Where a knocker would rest on a wooden door, a Temple Guard's mask filled the space, inset into the door so the sliding mechanism would still function.
     "Boys, give me everything you have on..."
     She read the nameplate.
     "...Gabriel."
     She turned around and was met with four alters instead of three.
     The first, Korran, was young, probably 15 or so. He was far more tanned than Obi-Wan, with aqua blue eyes and dark brown hair, close cropped on the sides but a couple inches long on the top. His hair would've been described as fluffy if it weren't also spiky. He wore a skintight, light blue, sleeveless shirt, with baggy gray sweatpants tucked into furry boots.
     The second, Joey, was 9 years old. His round little face was nothing short of adorable, with warm brown eyes and freckles dusted over his nose and cheeks. His dirty blonde hair hung slightly over his ears on the sides. His bangs swept to either side, low enough to touch his eyebrows, and the back of his hair flopped out behind his ears. He wore a t-shirt under an unbuttoned flannel and jeans.
     The third, Chandler, was easily 45 years old in appearance, and taller than Korran. He had darker brown hair than Korran, though his had gone gray at the temples. His hair was quite short on the sides and longer on top, parted near the left side of his head and styled up and back in the opposite direction. His beard was not thick, so it barely hid the age lines in his cheeks and around his mouth. His glasses managed to hide most of the wrinkles around his stormy gray-blue eyes. He wore a muted blue and gray raglan and jeans.
     Che's eyes finally came to rest on the fourth alter: Gabriel. He was just barely shorter than Chandler, with a mop of fiery red hair and bright green eyes. Freckles covered his nose and cheeks and were scattered sparsely around his arms. He wore a muscle shirt, track pants, and a shy smile.
     "Hey, Master," he said, offering his hand to shake.
     She took it, pleasantly surprised.
     "Gabriel, I assume?"