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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Crap...

You know Spock's still a kid right? Crap. Crap.

_{[ He knew Spock had been friends with Obi-Wan. As a kid he probably wouldn't know what to make of this, but when he got bigger? Crap what about those bonds he talked about? Lupin's disappearance had seriously hurt him, was Obi-Wan as tightly connected? ]}

...I'll pick up Ben's letter tomorrow.

[She honestly doesn't think she could handle it tonight.]

Obi-Wan... He went home? [He was such a kind man, who seemed to full of wisdom. And with such a nice beard. Aang thought he could learn from him.]

I'm sorry to hear that, Luke.

Sorry to hear about it, Luke.

You all right?

[Oddly enough, the message is greeted by silence from Ami, without any reply.

This is because as soon as she sees it, Ami is already on her way out the door and over to Luke's as quickly as possible, an impulse that doesn't even let her tell him so first. In the back of her mind, she knows it's a bit pushy, and that she might be intruding... but no one truly wants to be alone, and Luke hasn't even asked to be.

And when someone leaves... it helps a little to know someone is still here. So before too long, there's a knock at Luke's door and Ami waiting outside.]

[It's not odd, Luke can feel her heading his way almost immediately. He gathers his thoughts, tries very, very hard not to just run to meet her, and sits to wait. Ami is never ever intruding, and the only time she'd ever be unwelcome is when he was preparing some sort of surprise for her. Today? She's the only person he wants to see.

When she knocks, he's opening the door and stepping outside to just...hug her. Tightly, closely, testing to make sure she's still there. That she's really there. And that she's...solid. The Malnosso's final kidnapping had left Luke without even so much as a goodbye handshake from his old mentor.]

Ami...

[Of course she is here. And she is here, real, and solid, and in his arms without a single ounce of resistance.]

I'm sorry that you've been separated from your friend.

[What she isn't, is entirely sure of what to do.]

Would you like me to come in? [Surely as soon as she shakes off this uncertainty, she'll know how to comfort him and make him feel a little better.]

Honestly, I've been better. Thank you, though.

[He's not trying to be terse, not really.]

Yes, he did. This morning, it seems.

[Luke forces a weak smile, and lies through his teeth.]

It's for the best. He does have important things to do.

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[Terse is fine. Derek knows he himself is no stellar representative of humanity when things like this happen.]

All right.

I'm around.

[And he'll leave it at that.]

It will stay right here.

Sorry that was the first thing you came back to.

I didn't know he was a child in the first place. Forgive me, I've been...out of touch, Kirk.

[Luke shakes his head. How would Spock take it?]

I can hold his letter till he's back to normal. It's probably better that way.

[Luke just holds her close, not responding to her question at all and just pulling her inside. She's always, always welcome, and he makes a mental note to give her a key later. For now? He just wants to hold her, let her do the talking.]

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

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

[She takes the silence for her answer, and for once she interprets it correctly: stay. There isn't much she can do, so she lets Luke hold her, lends the reassurance of her presence, and occasionally strokes his arm or hair or some part of his face within her reach.]

There's a chance he'll also return.

[She says this matter-of-factly, neither as horror of the trap nor rejoicing over the potential reunion.]

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

[Luke leans into her touches, his arms not really moving as he just stands there, hugging her as tightly as he can.]

Ami. You...you know what comes next for him. I know it's possible he might. I wish we'd just had longer.

[It's hard enough to think it, let alone say it. Ami knows as well as anyone what his world's like. Just...Luceti oddly was safer.]

I...this is the third time...

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

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I always had a feeling he'd go first. It's better this way, really. We know what he goes to, and how well he does. You better than most.

How are you, Luke?

Truthfully, I've had better days.

[Levity, at least, hurts nobody.]

Do you want company, later? I can bring by tea.

I'll be there, then.

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

If you're up for it, yes, I would.

[Ugh. There is a reason he calls himself Loki of Asgard in introductions. And he'd much rather be annoyed at that small detail than consider the full implications of the matter.

He's leaned on Obi-wan a great deal, and no doubt foolishly. You let yourself start liking someone a bit despite all efforts and they go and vanish. Just like Gregor.

It seems so pointless.

He recalls the way the man just accepted, and never really tried to go into the moralistic nonsense the mortals always seemed to love. Just accepting. It's an odd feeling still, and he'd almost gotten used to it, learned to like it. It's a subtle sort of poison, having someone that just wants to listen, and not for any apparent ploy. It makes you want to say things best kept quiet in the service of the greater game.

And worse, Obi-wan asked him questions he didn't so much have a difficult time answering, but ones that when answered, he couldn't help but poke holes in his own logic. Not the most pleasant feeling, that. But he can't bring himself to then think it's best the man was gone.

What a mess.

Rather than reply by video, Loki goes to Luke's house without announcement. He simply shows up on the doorstep and knocks, looking as collected as always.]

Thank you.

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

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