May the 4th Be With You

 

Extra Sylum Snippet this month 🙂

This will be set in the Yet to Come – section.

Obi-Wan groaned and tried to swat the the annoying gnat in his ear only to knock about three datapads and the communicator off his desk.   He shifted, then sat back realizing he was in his office on the Negotiator, in hyperspace heading to the next battle.

Reaching out, he could feel Qui-Gon meditating in their shared quarters, Cody was roaming the ship in a determined matter, a slight push outwards he could sense Boil and Waxer gleefully running.  It took him a few moments to realize the annoying gnat was his communicator.   He sighed, yanking it off the floor with a flick of his wrist ignoring the voice in his head that sounded like Yoda chidding him for frivously use of the Force.

With a glance he realized annoying gnat was accurate.

“Quin.”

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”  The voice was strained but held a teasing tone.

“I was asleep.”

“Shit.”  He grounded out.  “That commander of yours is going to hunt me down for disturbing you.”

Obi-Wan laughed lightly.  “He’s hunting down some mischief makers, I don’t think he realized I fell asleep on paperwork.”

“Well that’s not new.”  Quinlan gave him a half smile, though looked grimacing through the blue note of the holographic image.

“What’s up?”  He asked.  “You wouldn’t call unless it’s important.”

Vos ran a hand over his face.  “That Mate thing…”

“Please just tell me it’s not some Seperatist leader.”  Obi-Wan was half kidding and praying at the same time.   Quickly debating if he would kidnap and rehabilitate or kill and hope for the best.

“Sure I’m going to run off with Ventress.”  The eye roll was pretty epic.  “Mace assigned me to the Corries.  They need it, and he realized I’m the just the help they need.  Sneaky, underhanded, and has contacts in places that make him envious.”

“And?”

“Commander Fox.  Bitchy, snarky, no fucks to give anyone.  Likely a pirate in a past life, would get along that brother of yours Kenway.  Moment our hands met I knew.”  The sigh was tired, filled with frustration and hope.

“Where are you?”

“On top of one of the spires.   Those skills you taught me have been helpful.  I think the Council is having a heart attack but it’s quiet up here.”   He looked at his best friend. ” I don’t know what to do.  They don’t have freedom, they are slaves and we know it.”

Obi-Wan nodded the two had this conversation a lot, Qui-Gon had yelled at the Council a lot.   Obi-Wan was starting to figure out ways to save the Vod’e.   “We’ll be near Courscant in a few weeks, it’s a supply run,  No downtime, just pick stuff up.”

“You’ve been out for six months.”  He pointed out.

“Oh I know how much the Chancellor hates me.”  The grin said it all.  “Meet me at Dexter’s – there’s a lot we can talk about.”