Until we meet again | Kenobi Star Wars FF

Outer rim adventure

The sleek spacecraft touched down in the desolate outpost on the Outer Rim. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Selene Dray disembarked, scanning the barren surroundings. The air was thick with tension as they approached the outpost's small town, hoping to uncover any leads on the mysterious assassin.
Obi-Wan, his Jedi senses attuned to the surroundings, said, "We should split up and discreetly inquire about any suspicious activity. The hitman may be hiding among the locals."
Selene rolled her eyes. "Great plan, Jedi. Blend in with the crowd, ask a few questions. I'll play the dutiful wife, shall I?"
Obi-Wan, ignoring her sarcasm, replied, "We need to find the hitman before they reach Coruscant. Every moment counts."
The duo entered the town, a dusty settlement with narrow streets and alien species bustling about their business. Obi-Wan, using his Jedi mind tricks, discreetly questioned the locals, while Selene, feigning disinterest, observed from a distance.
Hours passed, and the sun dipped below the horizon. Obi-Wan approached Selene, who leaned against a cantina wall. "Any leads?" he inquired.
Selene sighed dramatically. "Oh, you know, just another thrilling day of playing housewife in the Outer Rim. I'm sure my culinary skills would impress even the most discerning locals."
Obi-Wan, unamused, continued their search. "Let's check the cantinas and the outskirts of town. The hitman might be laying low, waiting for the opportune moment."
As they navigated the dusty streets, Selene couldn't resist a sly comment. "Do you think we're convincing as a couple, Jedi? Perhaps we missed our calling."
Obi-Wan, focused on the task at hand, replied, "This is not the time for jokes, Selene. We need to stay vigilant."
Their search led them to a dimly lit cantina on the outskirts of town. As they entered, the low hum of conversations enveloped them. Selene leaned against the bar, observing the patrons with a wry smile.
Obi-Wan approached the bartender discreetly. "Have you seen anything unusual? A stranger, perhaps?"
The bartender, eyeing Selene curiously, nodded cautiously. "There was a hooded figure asking about off-world transport. Said he had business on Coruscant."
Obi-Wan's Jedi instincts kicked in. "Which way did he go?"
The bartender pointed towards the back exit. "Headed that way. But be cautious, Jedi. Not everyone who comes here has the best intentions."
Obi-Wan and Selene exited the cantina, their eyes scanning the dark alleyways. Selene, her sarcasm momentarily silenced, focused on the task at hand.
"Looks like our hooded friend might be our ticket to the hitman," she remarked.
Obi-Wan nodded. "Let's proceed cautiously. We don't want to alert him before we have the upper hand."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the narrow alleys, the duo realized that their chase wouldn't conclude before nightfall.
Obi-Wan surveyed the surroundings and turned to Selene. "It's getting late, and we don't want to draw unnecessary attention. We'll need to spend the night here and continue our search at first light."
Selene raised an eyebrow. "Ah, the joys of a cozy night in the Outer Rim. I hope you've booked us a suite, Jedi."
Obi-Wan, ignoring her sarcasm, sought out a modest inn on the outskirts of town. The innkeeper, a weary Twi'lek, provided them with a simple room for the night.
As they settled in, Selene couldn't resist a snarky comment. "This must be a new low for you, Jedi. Sharing a room with a bounty hunter."
Obi-Wan sighed, "We're here for a mission, Selene. Let's focus on finding the hitman."
The room, sparsely furnished with a dim glow from a flickering lamp, became a temporary haven for the unlikely duo. Obi-Wan, seated at a worn-out table, studied a map of the town, plotting their next moves. Selene, leaning against the wall, observed him with a mixture of amusement and skepticism.
"Any brilliant Jedi insights on where our mysterious hitman might be hiding?" Selene quipped.
Obi-Wan glanced up, unfazed by her antics. "Patience, Selene. We'll pick up the trail again at dawn."
The hours passed, and the night grew silent outside. Selene, bounded again, shifted uncomfortably on the simple bed.
"Jedi hospitality at its finest," she remarked, attempting to break the monotony.
Obi-Wan, maintaining his focus on the mission, replied, "We'll rest now and resume our search early. The safety of Senator Amidala is at stake."
Selene, feigning a dramatic sigh, settled into an uneasy sleep on the bed. The flickering lamp cast shadows across the room, creating a surreal atmosphere.

Unable to find comfort in sleep, Selene shifted, her sarcasm momentarily subdued. "You know, Jedi, I'm not accustomed to being treated like a common criminal. These binders are rather uncomfortable."
Obi-Wan sighed, acknowledging her discomfort. "They're a precaution. We can't risk any unexpected surprises."
Selene scoffed, "Surprises? From me? You Jedi are all about trust, or so I've heard."
Obi-Wan, choosing his words carefully, replied, "Trust is earned, Selene. You're involved in a dangerous game, and I can't afford to take unnecessary risks."
She shot him a sharp look. "And why do you care so much, Kenobi? What's in it for you?"
The question lingered in the dimly lit room, echoing the complexities that defined their uneasy alliance. Obi-Wan, his gaze steady, leaned back in his chair. "This mission isn't just about you. Lives are at stake, and I won't let your past mistakes endanger the safety of others."
Selene's eyes narrowed, her tone sharp. "You're not answering the question, Jedi. What's in it for you? Why go through all this trouble for someone like me?"
Obi-Wan hesitated, his Jedi composure momentarily shaken. "I believe in redemption, Selene. People can change, and sometimes they deserve a chance to make amends."
She scoffed, "Redemption, huh? How noble. But let me assure you, Kenobi, I'm not seeking redemption. I'm just surviving in a galaxy that's more ruthless than any Jedi philosophy could comprehend."
Obi-Wan, choosing diplomacy over confrontation, said, "Survival is one thing, Selene. But at what cost? You have a chance to change the course of your life, to leave behind the shadows that define you."
Selene's laughter echoed in the quiet room. "Change my life? You're delusional, Jedi. This galaxy doesn't offer second chances, especially not for someone like me."
Obi-Wan's gaze remained unwavering. "I've seen individuals defy the odds, overcome their past, and forge a new path. It's not an easy journey, but it's worth taking."
"You Jedi and your lofty ideals," Selene spat, her voice laced with bitterness. "You think everyone can be saved, redeemed. Well, newsflash, Kenobi, not everyone wants to be saved."
Obi-Wan, maintaining his composure, replied, "It's not about what you want, Selene. It's about what's right."
She scoffed, "Right? In a galaxy filled with corruption, deception, and violence, your definition of right is laughable."
He leaned forward, his gaze intense. "There's always a choice, Selene. You can choose a different path, one that doesn't lead to a life of constant struggle."

Selene's eyes narrowed, her frustration boiling over. "You don't get it, do you? This galaxy chewed me up and spat me out. I survive because I adapt, because I don't cling to naive ideals that don't hold up in the real world."
Obi-Wan's expression remained resolute. "Survival at the expense of others isn't a life worth living. You have the power to change, to make amends."
She laughed bitterly. "Amends? I've crossed lines you can't even imagine, Kenobi. There's no redemption for someone like me."
As the argument reached its zenith, Obi-Wan's gaze softened, a glimmer of something more beneath the Jedi stoicism. Selene, sensing a shift, locked eyes with him, the unspoken tension hanging in the air.
"Sometimes, Selene," he began, his voice quieter, "people need someone to believe in them, even when they can't believe in themselves."
She scoffed, dismissing his words. "Save your Jedi wisdom for someone who cares. I've heard it all before."
Obi-Wan hesitated, on the precipice of revealing a vulnerability he rarely allowed to surface. The words hung on the tip of his tongue, a confession that could change everything.
"Selene," he started, his voice wavering, "I..."
But before he could utter the words that lingered unspoken, he pulled back, the Jedi discipline reasserting itself. Selene, caught off guard by the sudden shift, awaited an answer that never came.
Obi-Wan, his moment of vulnerability fleeting, stood and turned away. "We should get some rest. Dawn will come soon, and we have a mission to complete."