#𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 { v. 4 }

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 { v. 1 } middle of the clone wars, master obi-wan kenobi is still much a general in the wars and spends most of his time on military missions with anakin skywalker and ahsoka tano

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 { v. 2 } the years from twenty-three to thirty-three where obi-wan is actively training anakin skywalker as his padawan.

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 { v. 3 } threads where obi-wan is young, either a padawan to qui-gon jinn, or even younger, still a youngling in training.

𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 { v. 4 } after the fall of the republic and the collapse of the jedi order, obi-wan has gone into hiding on tatooine to watch over the young luke skywalker and continue his training with master yoda so that he may commune with the long past qui-gon jinn.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 { v. 5 } threads set during the original trilogy where obi-wan is still alive. also can be used for the new trilogy threads where obi-wan somehow survived a new hope.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 { v. 6 } set generally after a new hope where obi-wan is now a force ghost. also used for if obi-wan survives the death star.

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 { v. 7 } after the death of siri tachi, obi-wan made the choice to kill her murderer instead of spare his life. that began his descent into the dark side of the force until he was more dark than light. he left the jedi order and is now his own rogue agent.

alternatively, grievous has killed anakin ( or so obi-wan believes ) and dooku is able to sway obi-wan to the dark side using his rage and his grief to help him kill palpatine

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 { v. 8 } ben kenobi is the ethics professor at the local college. he also happens to be quite the hipster and is almost never seen without a cup of coffee in his hand.

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AGGRAVATION STIRS at the obstinance his double presents . surely if he himself were to encounter another version of himself in his rooms , he'd have a little less animosity than this one does . . . he assumes anyway .

IS THAT A SABER , he asks and it takes everything in obi - wan not to sigh . his robes are pocked through with burn marks , his hair still hanging limp with sweat over his forehead , and the man asks is that a saber . with slightly grit teeth , he places the saber on the nearby counter .

❝ i didn't come here with the intent to kill myself , ❞ he says sourly ( though there's something a little dark in there that tingles the back of his mind ) . ❝ in fact , i didn't come here intentionally at all . but this would certainly go a lot easier if you would simply LISTEN . ❞

"No, you're not—no, it didn't—and stop that." There's a disconnect between his mind and tongue, it leaves the words tumbling past his lips in a string of panic and near-incoherence. Obi-Wan can feel it immediately when a sense of peace crosses the invisible threshold between them and he is quick to slam down his shields as if they were an iron wall. It's a rude response, but one he feels is deserved.

"In my rooms, no less." Rooms which had become hauntingly empty in the past year, his meager belongings going with him to his ship and Anakin's to his own. Ahsoka has made it her business to store the trinkets she collects in the closets and they are likely the only signs of life, scarce as they are. It's fortunate neither of them are here, they're both equally trigger happy and prone to not hearing people out (though, Obi-Wan selfishly thinks, he hopes his padawans would hesitate before moving to strike a somewhat incorrect looking duplicate of him down).

"Is that a saber?" It's asked with a slight gesture of his hand. "Put it down and I will listen."

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THE CURSE from his doppelgangers mouth surprises him , somewhat confirming for him that this seems to be some kind of alternate universe . but it hasn't happened yet . IT HASN'T HAPPENED YET . maybe it's too late for him , for his universe , but maybe not for this one .

he holds up placating hands , encouraging a sense of calm from both his body language and in the force .

❝ listen - i don't know any more than you do . but , clearly , i seem to be you , and you me . but - - - i think i was sent here , perhaps by THE FORCE , to stop what's coming . ❞

About a dozen words pass through his mind before a few can finally settle on his tongue and they run about the same speed of his hands to the twin sabers at either side of his hips. "Star's grace — the fuck!"

It isn't the most eloquent introduction, but he thinks his lack of grace can be excused in light of who his guest is or rather, who it isn't. Normally, it's Anakin, Ahsoka, or any of his clan mates who barge in with the intention of giving him a heart attack, not so much off-kilter doppelgangers (or, at least, not anymore because his visions of a bleak future are growing rather scarce) who reek of despair and have death nipping at their heels. It's quite the unsettling image, though he supposes, not too off kilter if this is meant to be himself. Still, he doesn't dare extend his presence—rather—he gathers the Force around him and holds it close to his chest. Obi-Wan can't feign calmness, but he doesn't need to be projecting his panic either.

"What? You can't ask me what; you're in my rooms."