thefinaljedi | 18th Transmission: May the Force Be With You, Always. [Action/Video]

[Luke knew immediately what had happened, the moment the Force Bond between he and his old friend was severed. Not dulled, but just cut completely, as it had when someone died. Despite that, he hurried home and called out to the man. No answer came save Artoo's concerned whistle, and the Jedi sighed heavily, though he wasn't sure if it was in relief that Obi-Wan Kenobi was gone, or sadness that he was now alone. Obi-Wan, Mordin, Shepard, and Lupin all gone now. He was once again the last Jedi.

Entering the man's bedroom he shook his head at the neat pile of letters and...a doorknob resting on the bed. His old mentor had such a strange sense of humor, enough to at least bring a weak smile to his face. Luke picked up the letter addressed to him and read, his real hand remaining unsteady, the implant the only part of him completely steady. It echoed so much of what he'd heard from Ben the last time they'd parted. You are among the the finest Jedi I've ever met, the last of the old order, and the first of the new. The hope for the future and a reminder of the past. You were my finest pupil, and I wish I could have had the chance to stand with you now. May the Force be with you, my friend. The memory, five years past now, leaped to the forefront of his mind. Only this time there was no Threepio to spoil the moment, only Artoo sitting stoically and waiting, a sad little chirp the only sound.]

That's right Artoo, Obi-Wan's gone home. Back to Tatooine. [Though, Luke's voice is hollow. He knows what's waiting, and what Ben's leaving behind. The Dark Times, when his father, Obi-Wan's apprentice, Darth Vader had methodically hunted down and killed all but four or five Jedi. Isolation and guilt, followed by a chance encounter with two droids and a young farmboy. Nothing he'd wish on anyone, least of all his truest friend.]

I guess we should deliver the messages, right Artoo?

[Bweep doot deet doot. The droid seemed pretty agreeable, even rolling over to Luke and extending his little claw comfortingly.]

I'm alright, yea. Let's...get this over with.

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[After he collects his emotions, a very quiet, stoic Luke Skywalker appears on the journals with Artoo beside him for support. In his hand he has a small leaflet of papers, and his other hand rests on the droid's dome. When he speaks, his voice is firm, but there's a quavering feeling to his words. He's obviously forcing himself to do this.]

Luceti, I regret to inform you that Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi has returned to his home on Tatooine. He left behind a few letters, to Adele Leblanc, Ami Mizuno, Loki Laufeyson, Saori, Beast, Steve Rogers, and Spock. Also, he left a gift for Clint Barton. I will keep them here at House 46 until you are able to pick them up.

And I'm sorry, but I won't be able to cover my shifts at the clinic for a day or two. Please forgive me.

And May the Force be with you, all of you, always.

[Luke shuts down the feed with that. If anyone needs to find him he'll be at home for the next few days, or at Good Spirits having a drink, likely hot chocolate.]

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Its...would you join me for a drink later?

[He doesn't really want to brush the man off. No excuse being rude.]

Yeah, I can do that. Just tell me where and when.

Good Spirits this afternoon? I...don't feel much like going out today, but I know I should.

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I'll be there, then.

[And, as good as his word, he will be there when Luke shows up.]

Thank you.

[Luke arrives at some nebulous point, a bit haggard, and sits down in a booth off on his own.]

[Derek will give the man a few minutes to settle in, order his own drink if he;s going to get one, and possible for other people to come and go around the Jedi's booth before he gets up and makes his way over, cradling his own cup of coffee. He'll slide into the booth with a nod.]

Hey, man.

[Luke orders hot chocolate, of course, and nods when Derek sits]

Hey.

[Derek will give him a quick but subtle once over. Not that he thinks Luke won't notice, but at least it'll give the hunter an idea of how the guy is doing.]

Holding up all right?

[He's stiff and tense, but not weeping all over himself at least. Luke's definitely been better.]

I'm getting by. You?

Same as usual. I'm walking on my own now, at any rate.

[He only knows about Ben through Adele, and of that, it's mostly he knows that she loves him. Other than that and stuff that can't really count as knowing the man, he's never met the older Jedi. But he knows what it's like to lose loved ones...especially ones that aren't 'coming back'.]

...The cocoa here any good?

That's a start.

[Luke takes a sip and nods, gulping down the hot liquid. He knows he's being a bit rude, not talking much but...ugh.]

Yea, it's good.

Might give it a shot, then, after I finish this cup.

[Which he'll be drinking more for a show of solidarity rather than because he likes it--he's not much on most sweet things. But to support a buddy? He'll do it.]

Ever play checkers or chess?

[Because he also doesn't mind the silence, but it might be better if they at least have something to mess with while they just sit.]

Chess. We have that back home. And I've been playing with Ami sometimes here.

[Not really playing, she's worlds beyond him in terms of skill. The idea of it wouldn't be unappealing, though, and he huffs a faint laugh]

I'm pretty bad.

[Derek chuckles a little.]

Don't worry; so am I.

I'll go see if they have one of those little mini boards. Be right back.

Sure.

[Luke sits quietly, willing to wait]

[It doesn't take him long to find one of those magnetic travel games one could find in any roadside country store. He'll slide back into the booth, settling the item between him and Luke.]

Want white or black?

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Doesn't matter. Black's fine with me.

[He shrugs and sets up that side of the board.]

[Derek will quietly set up his own side of the board, just keeping an eye on Luke, how he's moving, any physical signs of how he might be feeling.]

((OOC: BTW we can fudge the game part of this if you want))

[Luke's right hand is steady as always, his left only slightly shaky. He's feeling pretty crappy, but the game at least is distracting, giving him a little domestic thing to focus on.]

((ooc: yes please, I hate threading chess games out))

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