My Sweet Flame

Chapter 56. Throwback Thorsday

"So tell me, Old Friend," He said as the three of us slid into the booth, "What in the blazes are you doing back here?" He glanced around the cantina, "I thought you hated this place."

I looked up at Obi-Wan as I adjusted my arm, "I do, We merely stopped for fuel."

"For the Falcon? Rumor has it another model has been made."

"Really? Well, whoever gets it is in for constant repairs. She gets the job done, but it takes effort."

"Where are you going then? If you don't mind my asking? If you're stopping in a wretched place like this, then surely it's a long journey."

"Alderran." I paused, "Senator Organa has some of the best medical resources known to us available to him. I need that right now."

He looked at me confused. I pulled the sleeve on my robe up to reveal the missing arm.

"Where in the blazes did you do that?" He glanced back and forth between the arm and my face.

"Long story short, there was an incident with the guards in the dungeons of Asgard. But no, really. I'm fine."

"You certainly don't look fine. You look like you're missing an arm.....and a ring?"

"Now that, my friend," I set my good arm on the table, "Is a very funny story, you see. He died, and then he wasn't dead. There was an alien invasion and some other stuff on a planet somewhere and we got back together for a while but," I motioned to the arm, "This is kind of his fault, he's been a bit of a twat lately."

"See, this is why Jedi aren't allowed to-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know." I glanced around the cantina as Thor approached the bar. "Lord help that man," I muttered, "So....Do you know anyone reliable to get fuel from?"

"Well, not a lot of these people a reliable, really. Any of them would do. Use a mind trick and get a discount."

"Really, Obi?"

"What? Their prices are unreasonable and I'm stuck on this desert wasteland watching a baby. I need a little bit of fun, Y/N."

I thought for a moment. "The boy, how is he?"

"He's doing quite well. He's just under two years." He paused, "I spoke with Bail a while back. Leia, the daughter, she's doing well in the palace."

"I wish they could've stayed together." I looked down at my hand on the table, "After what happened to Padme......."

"You know as well as I do that the twins are safer apart."

I glanced around the bar at the figures in the other booths.

"Mmhmm......"

My eyes fell upon an older-looking man in a far corner of the bar, seemingly watching the cantina. A woman, who looked to be a sort of Kree sat next to him. He made eye contact with me, raising his head and saying something to the woman.

"Who's he?" I nodded my head over to the man.

"He's been hanging around the cantina for a few weeks now, he says he's looking for someone."

"What sort of someone?"

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, "I don't think you'll want to hear this..."

"Obi......"

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you. He's looking for someone, a child that was abandoned here almost 1,500 years ago."

I looked over at the Jedi master in shock, "W-What?" I drifted off into my thoughts for a moment, "That could be me...That has to be me, but why?"