WHO: Poe Dameron & Obi-Wan Kenobi WHEN: 226412.27 WHERE: Deck Five Lounge SUMMARY: Poe Dameron meets a dead hero WARNINGS: The Last Jedi Spoilers, maybe? General disillusionment and resentment for the Jedi Order.
Ben dragged his finger from one section of the circle made by the moisture from his cold drink across to the other, then he did it again to form a damp ‘X’ on the bar counter in front of him. He looked at the symbol in front of him as he absent-mindedly touched his wet finger to his thumb. On Tatooine, droplets like that were precious. The condensation from a cool drink would be ripped from the glass by needy dry heat before it could drink. Water on a tablet disappeared in a blink, but here it stayed until Kenobi picked up the square of paper that came with his drink and wiped the moisture away.
“One man’s trash.” The Jedi murmured to himself as he set the crumpled napkin aside and took another long drink from his glass. Even here, decks away from Kylo Ren, he could feel the way Force energy stalked around him like a caged tusk cat. Ben knew that he should address that; he knew that his failure with Anakin echoed through generations. In his opinion, being faced with that reality should be penance enough. Pulling Kylo Ren back from whatever darkness he’d dropped himself into shouldn’t be his problem.
But Leia hadn’t given up on him, and she had her mother’s eyes. One man’s trash...