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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[And so Clint becomes a lonely warrior against Doorknob tyranny.]

Yeah well, let me know if anything does come up.

Oh? [He hadn't exactly been expecting anything.]

Yea. Come by, I'm not really sure I understand what it means completely.

[...it was completely ridiculous, he means, and a little company would be nice]

Edited 2013-04-27 02:25 (UTC)

You know that sounds way more ominous than you probably intended it to be.

I'll be right nover.

Probably. Sorry, it's nothing ominous.

I can deal with ominous.

I'll see you in a few.

[He heads right over there because hell, he knows what that feels like and it isn't good to be alone. He knocks at the door.]

Luke? it's Clint.

[Luke opens the door immediately, bowing and waving Clint inside]

Hello Clint. Please, come in.

[Clint steps inside, looking around for a moment before turning back to Luke.]

Thanks Luke.

I-

[What exactly did you go on to say then? I'm sorry sounded so trite.]

It's alright, Clint.

[Empathic senses like Luke's just didn't go away, he knows what's going on and how the other man was just as confused and sad as he was.]

Maybe you can explain this?

[He hands over a small box labeled 'Clint Barton' in Obi-Wan's handwriting]

I never did understand what all this was about.

[He takes the box and opens it, blinking at the contents for a moment before a smile spreads across his lips, followed by a warm laugh.]

Oh god... It's just a... I don't even know. A dumb joke. I don't even know where it came from.

He seemed quite certain that the doorknobs meant to get us all.

[Luke chuckles]

You did too, as I recall.

Yeah he-... [Clint shakes his head, still smiling. It's such a stupid thing to do and yet...]

The doorknobs and Christmas Elf conspiracy.

Obviously they were working together.

Of course they were. How else would the elves have made it into the houses?

Absolutely. Just another step in the Doorknob's evil plans for world domination.

What are their goals? Apparently it's a grave threat.

The gravest of threats. World domination I think, subjugation of mankind.

...I never said they were creative.

No, you didn't. But where I'm from that's...pretty creative.

Planning to take over the world? We seem to have a lot of that going 'round where I'm from. Thankfully most of 'em are incompetent.

Taking one planet is...well, it's thinking small.

Well, we've only got one planet. For the moment. Things recently got a whole lot bigger.

So I've heard. Space travel's a big step though.

Might have to look at getting on that sooner rather than later. Too many people taking an interest.

It's definitely something to get on as soon as you can. If half what I heard is true.

Easier said than done unfortunately, when half the world is still fighting the other half and there are groups stirring up more trouble.

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