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#does anyone misses micah Giiett
delicatefury · 7 years
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evil author day: oh my god i'm just imaging three-year-old anakin and eighteen-year-old obi-wan meeting again for the first time and it being so terribly emotional and they don't let go of each other for HOURS. how would everyone react? i can see it being super public bc there is no way little ani would waste even a second after feeling his Very Important Person nearby
So, someone else asked a pretty similar question, so I’m gonna put part I here and part II on theirs. Here’s what happens when Anakin almost finds his Very Important Person in a Very Public Place.
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The first attempt isn’t very successful.
Anakin was so proud of himself, and he knows his person will be proud too once he can find them, that he made his way to the Jedi Temple all on his own. Well, not entirely on his own. He’s still not sure how he did it, but Anakin knows he was the one to bring the Jedi to Tatooine. That he called Masters Giiett and Koon off of their normal Search somehow so they’d come find him and bring him to the temple and free Mom.
He still smiles at night at how mad Gardulla had gotten. The Jedi had obviously cheated her at Sabaac, but she couldn’t prove it. She’d lost a lot of slaves trying to save face.
He thought his important person might like that. Tricking and talking and convincing instead of forcing someone do the right thing. Mom certainly did. He’d never seen her so happy. He still wishes she had come with them, but Mom had laughed and waved the Jedi off before hugging him goodbye. She said they needed to help a lot more people, so her job was to stay there and finish helping the rest. And his important person needed Ani, so he had to go help them. But the Jedi promised Ani he could write her. Once he knows how to write.
So he made his own way to the Jedi Temple to find his person, but it turns out they weren’t even here. He can tell they live in the Temple, he knows it, but they weren’t here. So he has had nothing to do but wait.
He’s waited four months. Practically forever. But it’s almost over. He can feel them, a little sad, a little lonely, but glad to be heading home. They’re coming. They’re coming. They’re coming!
Master Yoda and Master Mace Windu look over at their young charge. Initiate Skywalker is bouncing from foot to foot, impatience written all over his face. When the creche master had commed that morning, Mace hadn’t been sure what to expect. Ever since the boy had arrived, picked up during an impromptu deviation from the Search of the Arkanis sector talking Plo and Micah’s ears off about a certain Jedi he’d been hoping to find, he’d subtly started turning the temple on its head.
The problem is, the boy is insanely powerful. Rather, he has the potential to be extraordinarily powerful. With overwhelming dreams and visions that he projects to the other unguarded crechelings on an irregular basis, terrifying both himself and them, finding a knight or master the boy trusts to teach him a little control has quickly become a priority.
Except the boy refuses to be taught by anyone but a particular Jedi; the one he’d come to the Temple to find. The crechemasters had thought little of it when he’d first insisted. It wasn’t unheard of for initiates to attach themselves to a Jedi they had seen on their home planet or who had brought them to the Temple. It became an issue when Skywalker had been asked to describe the Jedi. Instead of giving gender, or hair color, or even species, the boy had declared the Jedi he was looking for to be “The Greatest Jedi in the Temple,” and the Force rang with the truth of his statement. The crechemaster at least had the sense to bring in Master Yoda before talking to anyone else. Perhaps because they thought the boy was talking about the Grandmaster. It wasn’t Master Yoda, though the old troll had laughed it off.
“Too old to be the Greatest, I am. Let you young ones fight it out, I shall.”
“Fighting it out” is exactly what Mace is hoping to avoid. Servants of the Force, they may be, but Jedi are still mere sentients, and ego is a problem any time words like “The Greatest” are thrown around. So instead, helping Initiate Skywalker has become a personal, quiet project of the Grandmaster and Head of the Order. Under the guise of helping the boy with his visions, as they’d done for others in the past, Master Yoda and Mace have been subtly introducing Anakin to the best and brightest the order has to offer.
Yet no one seems to impress. It appears that the boy is convinced said Jedi is currently off planet. Until this morning, when he had told the crechemaster that the Jedi is returning today.
Which is why all three of them are standing at one of the Temple’s hangars, during the busiest traffic point of the day, waiting for this potentially Greatest Jedi to return from whatever the hells mission had kept them away for at least four months. Mace had checked the roster, to see who all was scheduled to return, but he knows from experience that that means little. The Force has it’s own ways and it wasn’t unheard of for knights to be sidetracked on their returns or to finish early just in time to be assigned a mission they would have otherwise missed.
Suddenly the boy stills. Mace’s Force sense snaps into alertness, and he immediately goes on the lookout for shatter-points. Skywalker is a mess of them, as usual, some of immediate concern, most far off. The one beginning to coalesce into a priority seems to be tied to an old rundown freighter of the sort a certain Jedi prefers to hitch rides on whenever he has the chance.
He can feel the groan that he’ll never let out build in his chest. No. Please, Force, no. Not him. They’ll never hear the end of it if the Jedi Skywalker is looking for is him.
The door to the transport opens and a pair of Jedi, master and padawan, descend. They both look the worse for wear: robes threadbare, hair and beards overgrown and unkempt, but glowing with the knowledge of a mission well completed. The padawan is partially hidden by his master, speaking one last time with their pilot, no doubt, but Mace is glad to see a bit of confidence in the boy’s step. The extended mission seems to have done him some good.
Mace and Yoda step forward to greet the pair.
The Unifying Force, maker of bonds, giver of prophecy, indicator of shatterpoints, swells in the hanger. The mass of Jedi of the hanger all seem to slow down or stop in their tasks, knowing that something is about to happen, that the galaxy may just change in the next instant. All eyes have begun to migrate their way.
Their young charge sends a sudden burst of panic into the Force.
Mace looks to where Initiate Skywalker has hidden himself behind his knees. The boy’s eyes are fixed on the transport, wide and unseeing.
“I can’t,” Skywalker whispers, before suddenly turning tail and fleeing back into the temple proper.
Immediately, Mace can feel his Jedi’s attention shift back to their work and paths. Master Yoda turns to Mace and indicates that he will take the initiate back to the creche. Mace should go meet his old friend, leaving the Head Master to unofficially debrief the returned pair. Mace internalizes a heavy sigh.
Just great. Not only does he have an upset youngling who’s terrified of his own supposed teacher, but of all the Jedi to attach oneself to, the “Greatest Jedi” turns out to be the one with the most inconsistent padawan track record, Jedi Maverick Qui-Gon Jinn.
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