FNV Minor Character Poll - Round 3-A, Day 1
Left: Old Ben, a Freeside resident with a very diverse resume.
—"I was stripped of my casino apartment and all of my belongings and booted back into Freeside. From there I didn't have a lot of career options, as my rep was destroyed. So, the escort job sort of fell into my lap, no pun intended."
Right: Ghost, an NCR Ranger stationed at the Mojave Outpost.
—"Listen - I don't want you getting killed for this, so if you head [to Nipton] and run into trouble, I'm asking for eyes and ears, not your life. All right?"
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Bonds of The Past
Obi-wan and Cad Bane are relics left over from a time the empire has tried to erase. Perhaps an unlikely friendship is what the two need to feel normal in a galaxy of turmoil .
Words: 1,127
Warnings: This came out more angsty than i was thinking it would
Notes: Thanks to the Duros Hoes server for encouraging me to finish what started off as a simple little wip that i didn’t even know where to go from.
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Cad Bane was a cold hearted killer.
He stole children, killed aimlessly, tortured jedi, and left a trail of fear and despair in his wake all for the sake of credits.
To some, Cad Bane was the monster that would come for them in the night. Sometimes taking them alive to face their true fears, their masters they turned against or the men they’d done wrong. Sometimes, he did them the mercy of killing them first, if you could even call it mercy.
So why then, did he keep finding himself here of all places in the galaxy.
The small hut stood before him, practically blending in with the sand dunes around him as a hot breeze blew past, kicking up more of the dust that had already managed to get everywhere. His hat was tipped low to protect from the blazing heat of the two suns above him, even for a Duros there was such a thing as too much sun.
His worn boots padded silently up to the door, the trail left behind in the sand already blowing away in the breeze as the ever shifting sands covered them over once more.
He didn’t even bother to knock as he made his way inside, to the one person he couldn’t cut out of his life. The person that even death had somehow skipped over as if to torment Bane with his existence.
Obi-Wan Kenobi opened his eyes from his seat in the middle of the floor. He already knew Bane was coming. He’d sensed his return, but it was more than that. It was their routine by now. Whenever Bane was between jobs, he came here.
Neither spoke aloud their questions about it anymore. Neither wanting to place what it was, for fear of it ending perhaps? Although perhaps in Bane’s case it was pride. A weakness that nobody could know, not even that weakness himself.
“You seem worn out.” Obi-Wan greeted him quietly as he slowly pulled himself up into standing, joints audibly popping as he did so, making the once jedi wince.
“Not looking so hot yer’self dere Kenobi.” Bane drawled in response, vaguely gesturing towards the greying hair that seemed to dominate more of the human’s head everytime Bane dropped by to see him.
Obi-wan huffed out a low, humourless laugh. “Such is the fun of ageing I’m afraid. You just have the pleasure of not showing your age.”
“I ain’t dat old.” Bane hissed in reply as, finally, he drifted away from the door frame to sit himself down at one of the few seats around the small hut.
“I’m fairly certain you’re far older than I am.” Obi-wan replied, no real bite to his tone. “Care for a drink?”
“Duros live longer den humans, and I’ll take anyt’ing but that shite tea ya drink.” Bane drawled,
“And whatever shall you do when you manage to outlive me. I imagine your days will be dull and boring.” Obi-wan replied as he began getting drinks for the both of them.
“If t’ings hadn’t gone as dey had I woulda outlived ya anyways. Probably woulda finally managed ta kill ya.”
Silence fell in the hut for a moment as they both silently mourned the galaxy as it had once been. Perhaps that was the true reason why Bane kept finding himself coming back here. Obi-wan was the last connection he had to the jedi, to the life he’d lived before the empire. As much as he’d loathed the jedi, in a way, he had purpose with them.
Someone would always want the information a jedi had, want a jedi gone, so they paid Bane to be the person to do the dirty deed. It gave him a true purpose, but now. Now the jedi were gone and the empire was too corrupt for even Bane to want to lay a hand near it.
Obi-Wan came back over and passed Bane a drink, some liquor he kept around solely for Bane, before sitting down and sipping at the tea he’d grabbed for himself.
As for Obi-wan, perhaps he enjoyed Bane’s company because for once, he wasn’t Ben, a man who’d lost everything and everyone close to him, save for one little boy and one little girl, who even then, didn’t know him. He was just Obi-wan Kenobi once more. A jedi master, a man who hadn’t lost his brother, his friends, his troops hadn’t betrayed him, and he wasn’t watching over the only remaining hope left for the galaxy.
“If it could have prevented all this from happening, perhaps it would have been best if you’d killed me.” Obi-wan muttered silently, though Bane still heard him. The bounty hunter tilted his head slightly as he observed the former jedi silently, the only sounds were their breathing and the wind outside.
“Kenobi, don’t go doing this shite again. Dis ain’t yer fault. Even if ye were dead, I remember how hot headed dat padawan of yers was. He woulda still turned.” Bane said eventually.
Bane didn’t know everything, something that suited both of them well enough, but Obi-wan had confided eventually to the bounty hunter about Anakin’s turn to the dark side, and what Obi-wan had been forced to do.
Obi-wan let out a shaky breath, “I know. There’s just days where I wonder what I could have done differently.”
“De galaxy don’t revolve around ye Kenobi. It woulda happened anyway.” Bane replied, chugging down the last of his liquor. Obi-wan had been around the bounty hunter enough by now to know his tells, and he knew at this moment, they were both still hurting at the loss of how the galaxy had been.
But at least they had each other.
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Cad Bane found himself once more standing outside the small hut in the desert, only this time as he made his way inside, no former jedi sat waiting to greet him. Instead the small critters of the sands darted out past his feet, startled at the intrusion to what they had clearly begun making into their home.
Sand already covered the inside in a fine layer, shifting underfoot as Bane silently walked to the centre of the hut. He stood for a moment, the silence around him deafening before he went over to where the liquor Obi-wan had kept for him was kept.
Even that too was covered in sand and dust, though more than the other items. His lack of visiting all the reason for it. He blew the sand out of a glass and poured himself a shot, downing it back quickly before deciding to just drink straight from the bottle.
Nursing his drink, he walked over to the single trunk of belongings Obi-wan had, and opened the top. He looked through the items silently, before pulling out one thing that caught his eye, a photograph of Obi-wan with Anakin and the lil’ lady togruta that had followed them around.
“Well Kenobi, de empire’s gone. Dat Skywalker kid did it, he took em down.” Bane said quietly, “The jedi can come back now like ya wanted. Too bad you ain’t around ta see it.” With that, he put the picture back silently and stood.
He walked out of the hut as silently as he had come, unawares of the spirit that had come by to see his old friend one last time.
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FNV Minor Character Poll - Round 1-A, Day 2
Left: Old Ben, a Freeside resident with a very diverse resume.
—"I've done a bit of everything around here - courier, butcher, crier, escort, gun for hire...some of which I'm not proud of, but I do my best to help around town when needed."
Right: Jacklyn & Tomas, travelers involved in a shootout over Sunset Sarsaparilla Star Caps.
—Jacklyn: "I was just minding my own business heading west when that psycho came out of nowhere and started shooting! He kept shouting about stars or something. Does that make any sense to you?"
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