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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[Tomorrow for the letter- but tonight for the tea. She could make a quick stop at his house, his thoroughly empty house, with a pot of tea and some sweets by way of Helios. Most certainly not Danish. Not anything even close to Danish.

Basket of tea and biscuits tucked under her arm and terribly blue in appearance if no other way, she knocks on the door and waits for Luke to answer.]

[Luke wearily makes his way to the door, already knowing who's on the other side. Waves of mixed emotions aside, he's got his own little connection to his friend by now. One sided, yes, but he knows when she's around. When he opens the door, he's...somehow not at all surprised to see her under some ludicrous kidnapping effect. Blue skin, at least, is nothing out of the ordinary to anyone from that galaxy far, far away.]

Good evening, Adele. Please, come in.

[A little bit of domesticity and routine to soothe away his troubles.]

[Blue and weary, but offering a very thin smile she doesn't quite feel none the less. That she'd been expecting something like Ben leaving for awhile before it's come to pass makes it a little easier. Not much. But a little.]

You're the first not to give a double-take.

[She steps inside, grateful for the normalcy of Luke's presance.]

You're only blue. If you had lekku instead of hair you could pass for a Twi'lek. As it stands? You look like a Chiss.

[He huffs an insincere laugh and gestures towards the very empty kitchen table.]

Have a seat, I'll get water boiling.

I do not think I am familiar with the Chiss.

[She could stand to hear more, though. Better a Chiss than a smurf. And better to be speaking of something other than the loss of someone dear to both of them. The invitation to sit is taken readily- something about this has left her horribly tired.]

How has Artoo taken it?

You wouldn't be. They weren't in the films. Secretive people, living just outside the galactic rim. Still, red eyes and blue skin.

[Luke starts a kettle as he considers the question. Artoo...well, he'd never been terribly fond of the man. But it was losing someone he did know.]

Artoo's taking it as well as can be expected. He's cranky.

[As if on cue the little droid rolls into the kitchen, twittering.]

Before I met Artoo I'd never have though a droid could be cranky.

[And yet, looking at the little droid, there wasn't any other way to interpret that beeping and whistling. Cranky.]

Hello Artoo.

[The droid chirps and swivels to eye Adele.]

He says hello. And says he hopes you're alright.

[More bleeping follows.]

No, Artoo. Everything's alright. And yes, Adele's just here for tea.

As well as can be expected.

[She quirks a brow at the continued beeping, wondering at the entirety of the question but content to let Luke handle it. All told, she's. Well ish. But Luke cannot be taking this well and she's never been terribly skilled in comforting others.]

Is there anything that weighs upon you in particular?

[Luke takes a seat, running the bridge of his nose. Weighs in particular? Well, yes? ]

This is the third time, Adele.

Third.

[She knew of the first- had seen it in the films as a child. Losing him here must be frustrating and disheartening but for it to be a third loss? She pushes her own discomfort aside to focus on Luke.]

How is it the third?

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