one night in coruscant || obikin

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coruscant

Arriving at the temple after the... pivotal occurrences... of the past few days was comparable to the feeling of waking up after a particularly eventful night of drinking. Of course, seeing as I've never been much of a drinker myself, I have little knowledge of what that particular feeling is. Regardless, it couldn't have been terribly far from what I felt like.

Shaking my head lightly, I pushed the delirium from my mind and made my way comfortably down to the exit ramp of The Negotiator, nodding at the clones which lingered about in the hangar completing an assortment of jobs. I caught a glimpse of Rex waiting near the door, adjusting his armor. 

Always wanting to be his best, I thought. 

Just like his general. 

I smiled a little, clasping my hands behind me as I paced through the large door and into the cream-walled, red-carpeted temple halls. As I made my way to my quarters, a group of padawans passed by, their eyes widening. "Master Kenobi... it's him..." one whispered not-so-quietly to another, who nearly tripped over their toes trying to turn around and glance at me. 

The whole creche seemed to be there, and now they'd all begun to stare at me, so I sighed and turned around to face them, a small grin on my face. 

"Hello, young ones," I tittered warmly at them, crouching down to meet them at eye level. They seemed delighted that I'd talked to them and immediately broke their line, tumbling over to crowd around me. 

"Master Obi-Wan, can I see your lightsaber?"

"General Kenobi, did you beat the separatists today?"

"Master, how can I become a jedi like you?"

"Master Kenobi, show us your battle face!"

"Is it true you held off Dooku's entire army by staring at them?"

"Did you really beat Grievous in an arm wrestle?"

They bombarded me with silly creché stories, and I frowned internally. 

They seem to think me to be some sort of hero. How odd...

"Goodness, I couldn't fathom beating Grievous in an arm wrestle- I'd be far outnumbered!" I mused aloud, causing them to giggle. I looked around at expectant faces, and sighed, switching my saber to safety mode and handing it to an eager young boy who accepted it as if i'd just handed him a very important relic. He looked up at me, eyes wide. 

"Say something wise, Master Obi-Wan," the boy begged, and I relented, repeating what I'd heard countless times as a youngling myself.

"Alright then. To be a good Jedi, you must simply stay true to yourself and to the wishes of the force- through meditation, you can come to know it as an old friend- one who will be with you wherever you go," I told them, wishing I truly felt the authority to speak so certainly on such matters. 

"This is the greatest wisdom I can offer you. To address your other concerns- I don't intend to let you down, but I am certainly not the hero you describe. Each and every one of you will become far better Jedi than I could ever hope to be, I assure you," I reassured them

"But Master Kenobi, you are a hero," one twi'lek girl said earnestly. "You're The Negotiator!"

I sighed. They were certain, and I knew children were stubborn enough that they would not let go of this notion anytime soon. 

"You're The Negotiator, and Skywalker is the Hero! the one with no fear," the young boy whisper-shouted, small voice full of wonderment as he brandished my saber valiantly. "No one can beat you together," another mumbled. They looked at me then with such expectancy that I felt like I was being interrogated rather than asked for wisdom. I sighed, looking at the young twi'lek girl who'd just put her hand on her hips as if to say 'i'm right.'