#Melida Daan

[maeashryver]

Force swords

So, before lightsabers were made Sith and Jedi used force imbued swords. They were made with normal materials, forged into a sword and the whole thing is then imbued with the force, unlike kyber crystals which are imbued with the persons force signature (I’m 99% sure this is what happens to the crystal). This should be used more often, when Obi-Wan was stuck on Melida/Daan and Jinn took his lightsaber, it would be so cool if he made a force sword. They are as (or more? Unclear) durable as a lightsaber and the user can channel force through it. Meaning he could point the sword and have force lightning come out of the tip. Materials for ‘sabers can be very hard to find (custom parts and kyber) so this would be amazing! They are also very visually impressive, they glow. Some show the glow as a halo like a lightsabers while others show light shining through runes in the blade.

(If someone uses this idea in their fic plz let me know)

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WIP Lineup 5/27/24

So You Wanna Start a War?

Harry Potter / Marauders Era

Sirius Black & Arcturus Black

Sirius Black/Dorcas Meadowes

Noble and Most Ancient House of Black Centric

Anti-Walburga Black, Anti-Orion Black, Anti-Peter Pettigrew, Anti-Dumbledore

We're messing with the canon and fixing a lot of shit.

This is entirely finished. All that's left is proofreading and editing then it'll get posted.

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If All We Know Is What We're Told Then They've Made Up Our Minds

DC Comics

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

The Red Hood comes back to Gotham but has to pause his revenge tour when he finds out that Nightwing hasn't been seen in years since the Joker died.

Dick Grayson has given up Nightwing.

Heavy on the ramifications of Blockbuster/Catalina.

This will be bad parent Bruce Wayne.

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Doomed By the Narrative

DC Comics

Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & John Constantine

John Constantine/Zatanna

John needs help to do a ritual to save Zatanna, but he can only use the help of people who have died and been brought back. The amount of people who have done that and that he trusts are extremely low.

Post-Spyral

Bad parent Bruce Wayne

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Gold and Green Through a Different Lens

DC Comics / Marvel Comics

Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Nightwing and the Red Hood get thrown into the Marvel universe where they clash with the Avengers, get mistaken for mutants, and get rescued by Magneto. Not necessarily in that order.

Former Talon Dick Grayson

Lazarus Pit Jason Todd

Avengers aren't in the best light, but they're not evil.

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Heathen

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Cin Drallig

Rule 63 for Obi-Wan Kenobi

Melida-Daan canon divergence and thereafter.

Bashing for Qui-Gon Jinn and Yoda.

I've been sitting on the first chapter of this for over a year but I swear it's always in the back of my mind.

[c-m-li]

Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @jedi-enthusiast

This is from Heathen, the first multichapter story in my So Uncivilized series. It's rule 63, Obi-Wan centric.

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Feemor sat in the pilot's seat of the ship, watching the blue-white star streak past as they sped through hyperspace towards Melida-Daan. Her eyes were half-lidded as she breathed deeply and evenly in a light meditation.

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It's funny bc mine also being about Melida-Daan is a total coincidence.

Tagging @batshieroglyphics @bitter-chocolate-stars @dharmaavocado @wrennette @smilebackwards

[renif]

"I'm not the person that I thought I was, I couldn't tell you where the ache came from"

aka obi-wan cuts off his braid during Melida/Daan war and makes the decision of not returning to the order

haven't actually read any book from the apprentice series so i don't really know the details, if something like this happened but well, got inspired by the new crane wives song "scars" and wanted to draw something like this as a start of an au where obi-wan leaves the order for good, hope i'll stay motivated to draw more of it

[adhd-coyote]

The Melidaan ambassador was… interesting. Fox hadn’t expected him to be much different from the Senators he and his Corries had to guard. And yet Ambassador Ben Kenobi had subverted those expectations as soon as Fox had first laid eyes on him.

For starters, he didn’t dress like a politician. Instead of the bright colors and heavy layers favored by Senators, Kenobi himself seemed to prefer lighter, muted clothing that drew less attention and allowed for better maneuverability. If Fox hadn’t known any better, he would have guessed that Kenobi was a military officer, not a politician. Strange for a planet that was so determined to stay neutral that they refused to join even the Neutral Systems Alliance.

Second- he hadn’t requested an escort to Coruscant, nor did he request any guards once he arrived, despite the Chancellor himself asking him. He seemed completely unconcerned about any possibility of an attack or assassination attempt. Was it because of his neutrality? Did he believe that having a member of the GAR as a bodyguard would make it seem like he’d joined their side? Or was he simply too arrogant to think he’d need one?

But his demeanor wasn’t arrogant. Nor did it match the way he dressed. And the way he spoke- his voice was elegant, with an accent that fit right in with the Coruscanti upper class, and yet he didn’t smile like them. His smile - when aimed at the Corries - was soft and gentle. Kind.

Not many natborns were kind. Not to the Corries.

[headcanonthings]

Qui-Gon, after returning from Melida/Dann without Obi-Wan: Padawan Vos, I sense hostility from you. Quinlan: Good, because I hate you.

[chyarui]

Surprise!!! It’s more angst!!!

You know you love a character when you put them through the absolute worst hell 😊

The boys cuddled after this don’t worry, they deserve it. THEY DESERVE ALL THE HUGS, which I may or may not draw later

The haunted look in Quin’s eyes would not leave me until I drew them, I hope you find looking at this as crushing as I have while drawing it 💔

[thestarwarslesbian]

Obi-wan, walking through the mess hall with bolognaise and garlic bread, dropping the garlic bread in the floor: This is sadder than when I was left in an active war zone, on my own at 13. Coby, spitting out his coffee: Excuse me? The rest of the 212th: whAt?!

[indistinctchatt3r]

Sol and Jecki have the dynamic of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan if Qui-Gon mildly cared about the code and/or the wellbeing of children

[mudpuddless]

Knight Feemor and Padawan Kenobi in the shadow court

AU where qui-gon gives up on/is banned from training Obi-wan after melida-daan and Feemor becomes Obi-wans master.

[picture ID: it's a digital drawing of jedi knight feemor stahl, aged 37, a long haired blonde near-human with tan skin and forest green robes, sitting on the floor with his legs tucked in under him. He is levitating a bright yellow kyber crystal between his hands as a disassembled white-gold lightsaber is floating to his right. padawan obi-wan kenobi, aged 13, a ginger child with grown out hair and a padawan braid wearing white tunics is napping next to him on the floor using a sage green cloak as a blanket and knight stahl's knees as a pillow with his hands tucked under his cheeks. the wall behind them is tiled with diamond shaped star patterned tiles and to their right a large white blue and gold porcelain planter is holding a small gnarly tree with droopy green leaves. above them three identical complex lancet windows which let white gold sunlight into the room. the drawing is done largely in turquoise and yellow tones and the atmosphere is peaceful and serene. end ID]

[flyndragon]

I really want to write an AU where Ezra travels back in time - specifically de-aged and sent back to Obi-wan's time on Melida/Daan.

Because even though this is a super shitty situation Ezra's kinda... thriving? Like all of this is so firmly in his wheelhouse its funny.

Ezra's been living on his own starving and stealing since he was 7. He's being doing guerilla warfare for most of his adolescence. As soon as this boy joins the cause it's hell. Every adult is getting mind-tricked. The young are now stealing everything that is not nailed down. Ezra's connecting with any local megafauna to cause distractions. He's teaching 'child soldier 101 classes'.

And emotional support too! Comforting kids mourning their dead parents? That was just his own character arc! Comforting kids whose parents are warmongering assholes? That's just Sabine's thing! A jedi that doesn't believe he's worthy of being a jedi? Kanan.

idk if obi-wan would be a little scared of this war kid or think he's the fucking coolest padawan obi-wan's ever met in his life. Lets say the latter because its funny to me if they're both kinda obsessed with each other. Ezra definitely hears the whole story of how Obi got to the planet and is 2000% on His Side immediately. Ezra is complimenting Obi-wan constantly cause he canonically can't shut up and obi-wan is blushing so hard All of the Time.

Anyway, when the war ends Obi-wan and Qui-gon bring him back to coruscant with them to present him to the council, ect. ect.

Ezra is conflicted about whether he even wants to join the order officially as a padawan. On one hand, it would be really nice to have actual traditional jedi training. On the other hand he really is going to have to do several high profile murders sometime in the next decade? two decades?, and doesn't know if the jedi should be connected to him lol.

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There's Darkness in the Distance

(AO3 LINK)

Chapters: 1/3

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos, Cerasi & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Nield, Tholme & Quinlan Vos, Dooku & Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Quinlan Vos, Dooku (Star Wars), Nield (Star Wars), Cerasi (Star Wars), Tholme (Star Wars), Original Female Character(s), Feemor (Star Wars), Vokara Che, Yaddle (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Character Death, Force Ghost Obi-Wan Kenobi, those two tags really just explain the whole fic, Planet Melida | Daan (Star Wars), Post-Melida | Daan Civil War (Star Wars), Member of the Young of Melida | Daan Obi-Wan Kenobi, Melida | Daan Civil War Happens Differently (Star Wars), Cerasi Lives (Star Wars), Jedi Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Grief/Mourning, Child Soldiers, Qui-Gon Jinn Bashing, Fix-It

Series: Part 1 of The Light of Day

Summary:

When Obi-Wan Kenobi dies on Melida-Daan, he is satisfied with the peace won for the Young.

But the Force was far from satisfied.

And Obi-Wan may not have been a Jedi any longer, but he was always a child of the Force.

See below for my casting choices:

[tennessoui]

For the prompt list, nanny/single parent obikin would be amazing!!

(from this prompt list)

(the first time I answered this prompt two years ago, the nanny anakin au was born)

so to do something different, here's some gffa widowed anakin, nanny (sort of) obi-wan!

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It is hard to find time to grieve. There are too many things to do. Too many appointments to make, too many decisions Anakin isn’t sure he’s qualified for. Some decisions are easier than others. For example, the funeral will be on Naboo. There will be two services: a public one to honor Padmé’s public service, and a private one to honor who she was as a person. The casket will be closed, because his wife died when her cruiser exploded. There isn’t much left to bury anyway.

But some decisions are harder. Which flowers should go on her casket. What songs would she want sung and who should sing them? Would she prefer her grave closer to her ancestral home or the home she created in her adulthood?

If she told anyone the answers to these questions, it wasn’t Anakin. But then, the people who knew her best, who loved her most, died with her. Sabé, Rabé, Saché, Yané, all of her handmaidens—an assassination such broad strokes that it was impossible for it to fail.

So Anakin chooses Yali lilies, because Leia’s eyes linger on them the longest. He chooses a small Nabooian folk band to play after her service because their music is the first thing to make Luke lift his head from his coloring books in days. He formally requests that her body be buried among her ancestors, and the Nabierres agree immediately.

And he keeps telling himself that he will grieve, but there is so much to do. 

And then—then there’s after the funeral. Then there’s the rest of his life, sprawling out before him in a long, hazy road. 

There are more decisions to be made.

There are people who have opinions on them now, people who sat back and let Anakin muddle through flower arrangements and kriffing seating charts, who now step in to peer over his shoulder, monitor his every breath.

Should he really move the children back to Coruscant? Does he truly plan to continue to work as a mechanic in the Mid-Levels? Should he not think of the children, their needs? How can he support them on the thin amount of credits he makes? Would it not be better for the children to live on Naboo in the care of their grandparents and their extended family?

It would be what Padmé would have wanted.

Anakin cannot care about what Padmé would have wanted, because she isn’t here. Not to argue with him, not to make her wants known. She is dead. She doesn’t get to haunt him in the waking world too.

“What do you want?” he asks plainly, sitting down across the table from his two children. The twins blink back at him. Leia has finished her cereal. Luke has barely touched his.

“Bacon,” Luke says.

Anakin hadn’t meant for breakfast, but he figures it’s as good of a start as any. “Alright,” he agrees.

He stands once more and goes to the kitchen. It’s not exactly his domain. It was never Padmé’s either. The way Padmé grew up, food was made once you requested it—by droid, by cooking staff. Not by the hand of a Nabierre.

The way Anakin grew up, food was cobbled together carefully, sparingly no matter how much you requested it. And no matter how you cooked it, it always tasted a little like dust, which took the joy out of experimentation.

But the serving staff have been dismissed for the past two weeks to give the family time and space to grieve in private. 

(Padmé’s parents have been given a schedule for visiting hours for that exact reason.)

Anakin locates the pan; then, he locates the package of bacon strips.

When he glances up, both twins are watching him over the edge of their barstools, tiny faces showing both skepticism and incredulity.

“I want to know what you want to do,” Anakin says, raising his voice as he places the pot over the heating plate, the meat in a moment later. “Do you want to stay here with your grandmother and grandfather? Do you want to go back to Coruscant?”

The twins are quiet. Anakin twists his neck to look at them again, and they’re looking at each other, silently communicating the way only twins can.

“Where will you be?” Leia finally asks, looking at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes, bottom lip already jutting out.

Anakin blinks. “Wherever you are,” he answers.

“You won’t leave too?” Luke asks rather tremulously.

Anakin takes the pan off the heated plate and turns it off with a decisive flick of his wrist. “Of course not,” he says. “Come here.” He crouches down and barely has enough time to open his arms before the twins are there, pressing in as close as they can get to him. He holds them back just as tightly in return.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises into Leia’s hair. “Not without you two.”

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It becomes apparent fairly quickly that this is, by necessity, a lie.

The twins don’t want to stay on Naboo, which Anakin is secretly incredibly grateful for. He doesn’t want to either, but he knows he’d just be called selfish should he express the opinion.

But the twins don’t want to go back to Coruscant either. This makes sense as well. It would be incredibly jarring for them to go back to living in the quarters they shared with their mother, her Upper Coruscanti apartments in the nicest district of the planet, without her there.

Anakin wishes it were as simple as sticking a pin on a planet and deciding to uproot the entirety of his family to live there. 

But it’s not.

Perhaps if he were still young, nineteen, newly free and in love with the taste of that freedom, it would be.

But he’s a widower now. He has his children to think about, their futures. Any planet he chooses must have what they need as well. 

And they are four year olds who have just lost their mother. Their needs are numerous.

What makes the decision for him in the end is that his boss knows a man from Stewjon, who is willing to hire him. Who is willing to pay a premium for his expertise with mechanics.

Anakin doesn’t know the first thing about Stewjon, other than that it’s an ocean planet in the Inner Core and his dead wife always said the Senators from Stewjon were so frigid and tight-lipped because they spent the first few days of each visit trying not to be seasick on the Senate floor.

Anakin isn’t sure why this is the very first thing he tells the man—his potential boss—he meets behind the counter in the mech-shop on Stewjon.

He’s left the children with their grandparents for the week—long enough to fly from Naboo to Stewjon, meet with his potential employer, interview, apply his work practically, and fly back out.

He’d explained to both twins why they had to stay on Naboo. He’d explained many times. That hadn’t changed the betrayed look Leia had worn as she saw him off. It hadn’t wiped the tears from Luke’s eyes.

“Ah, well, I can’t say I’ve heard that one before,” the mechanic says. He sounds amused, and Anakin is incredibly shocked to hear a Coruscanti accent. Everyone he’s spoken to since arriving planetside has had such a heavy brogue that he’d honestly struggled to understand their directions to the shop—Kenobi & Sons.

Anakin lets himself look again at the man behind the counter. He’s rather clean for a mechanic, he decides. His beard is red, a common factor around these parts apparently, but his beard is short and neat, trimmed to accentuate the strong lines of his jaw. His eyes are a stormy blue, the kind of blue that matches the Stewjoni ocean.

“Between you and me though,” the man smirks and leans onto the counter with his elbow. His tunic is dark gray, white starchy fabric peeking out beneath the v-necked collar. “I’ve never been a fan of Stewjoni politicians anyway.”

“Oh?” Anakin asks, sidling a step closer to the counter. The man has the beginnings of gray at his temples, and his eyes are lined with wrinkles. They don’t make him look old though, Anakin decides. They make him look…well-lived.

“I’ve not a head for politics much at all,” his future employer shakes his head slightly with a small smile. His eyes flick up and down Anakin’s face, lingering on his lips and then lingering longer on the scar over his brow. Anakin feels rather flushed under the inspection, and he shifts his weight forward until he’s leaning up against the counter too.

There’s something about this man that’s rather…magnetic. It pulls him in. It makes him want to linger.

Good characteristic for a shopkeeper to have, though Anakin privately decides that the man before him has a face that’s wasted on mechanics, buried under some ship’s underbelly in a backroom.

“Me neither,” he admits, a moment too late to sound anything but highly distracted. It makes the man smile again though, a flash of straight white teeth.

“Is there anything you do have a head for then?” he asks. His tone is light, airy, rather teasing.

This is the strangest interview Anakin has ever had.

“Um,” he says. “Well. There’s mechanics.”

“Oh?” The man’s eyebrow lifts at an elegant angle. He props his chin on the palm of his hand and looks up at Anakin through his eyelashes. “Then why come here to us then?”

“Um,” Anakin says, and not because the man looks rather unfairly flattering like this, amber eyelashes in sharp relief against the blue of his eyes.

They’re interrupted by the sounds of clattering in the backroom, stomping and cursing. The man before him straightens with a slight sigh and picks up the closest flimsipad. “And what brings you in here today, sir?” he asks rather loudly, pitching his voice back to the other room of the shop pointedly. “Problem with your speeder? Serving droid? Cruiser? If it’s your astromech droid, I regret to inform you that I’ll have to refuse you service on account of the fact that I don’t particularly care for them.”

Anakin thinks he splutters, but whatever noise he makes is definitely drowned out by the rather irritated shout of Obi-Wan! that comes from the back.

A moment later, a man storms through the door, looking annoyed. "We will service an astomech if that's what's broken, Obi-Wan."

Now this is a man that Anakin can believe is a mechanic. His nails are blackened with oil, and his bare, burly arms carry smudges of the stuff. He’s much broader than the man—Obi-Wan—that Anakin had been talking to. He’s bald with a reddened scalp and a rather large red beard that’s the antithesis of the other man’s in every way. His clothes are dirty, loose, and the color of ash. He looks older too—whereas Obi-Wan could easily be in his thirties, this man must be pushing fifty.

He snaps at Obi-Wan in a language that Anakin doesn’t understand. Obi-Wan shrugs and hands over the flimsi pad without argument.

“Um, actually,” Anakin says, feeling incredibly wrong-footed. “Which one of you is Kenobi?”

“I am,” both of them say. Obi-Wan’s smirking slightly. The other man’s voice is louder, carrying that Stewjoni accent so obviously lacking in Obi-Wan’s speech.

The older man closes his eyes as if he’s praying for patience. “We both are,” he says. “Though if your ship’s malfunctioned, sir, I’m the Kenobi you want to see. This one’s good for naught but magic tricks.”

“I have been told I’m rather good at other things,” Obi-Wan turns his smirk full-force at Anakin, dropping his eyes to Anakin’s lips once more.

“My name is Anakin Skywalker,” he says very quickly in a very normal tone of voice that is most definitely not a squeak. “I’m here to interview for a position. As another mechanic.”

“Oh,” the older Kenobi says.

“Oh,” the younger Kenobi says in a much different tone.

The older Kenobi pinches at his nose for a moment before turning around the counter and offering his hand. “Ben,” he says. “Ben Kenobi.”

Anakin takes his hand and shakes it, eyes traveling back to Obi-Wan. Is he supposed to shake his hand too?

“I’m the Son in the sign,” Ben says gruffly as if that answers his question.

“I’m the reason it’s plural,” Obi-Wan adds, busying himself with the contents of the counter. From what Anakin can tell, the man is just messing up the carefully organized piles of receipts. 

He decides that he would rather not get the job than point this out to Ben.

Ben huffs out something in Stewjoni that sounds downright insulting, but that doesn’t stop Obi-Wan from smiling sunnily up at Anakin. “My brother enjoys bitching and moaning that I came back home when I was seventeen, but he’s awfully quick to foist his children off on me when he’s called to shift at the rig offshore and Marci’s off-planet too.”

Anakin blinks. He feels like that’s the safest answer.

“Only thing good that blasted Jedi Order ever taught you was how to handle younglings,” Ben says, and then spits on the ground as if the words themselves have left a bad taste in his mouth.

Anakin blinks and wonders if he should say something to remind the brothers that he’s here. For an interview. “And my magic tricks,” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes slightly before catching Anakin’s eye and winking. With a wave of his hand, a flimsi-sheet flies over the counter and into Anakin’s chest. He catches it unthinkingly. “Would you like to sign in, sir?” “Get out of here,” Ben barks, snatching the flimsi from Anakin’s hand and pushing it back to the counter. “Like I said, the only one’s impressed with that is the younglings.”

“I don’t know, your man looks impressed,” Obi-Wan says slyly, even as he pushes himself away from the counter and around the edge of it.

Anakin isn’t sure what he looks like. He doesn’t think impressed is the word he’d use though.

When Obi-Wan brushes past him, the static electricity in the air jumps between their shoulders. Anakin feels as if he’s been shocked.

Obi-Wan must feel it too because he stops only a few inches away and looks at Anakin. For the first time, his expression is open. Curious. Considering.

“Get!” His brother insists, and Obi-Wan obeys, throwing one last look over his shoulder at Anakin before he slips out the door.

The shop feels somehow much bigger now that the other man has left. Ben sighs and rubs a hand down his face. He looks older now. More worn. “So that was my brother,” he tells Anakin wearily. “Who you would most likely see frequently if you were to take this job. I would understand completely if you would like to start by talking compensation.”

[antianakin]

Man, it is so weird to me every time someone writes a fic where Obi-Wan is just head and shoulders better than anyone else at fighting a war specifically because he's got "experience" at it that the other Jedi don't have and it's very clear they're referencing Melida/Daan.

Because if you actually know the books, you'd know that Obi-Wan spends all of a couple of WEEKS on Melida/Daan before he calls Qui-Gon for aid and not all of it is spent actively waging war since the Young actually gain power for a while before Cerasi dies. And all of that happens TWENTY TWO YEARS before the Clone War even starts.

But somehow people expect Obi-Wan to have learned enough about fighting a war with literal children in the span of a few weeks that he can outmaneuver any other Jedi in a GALACTIC war where he's fighting alongside millions of clones and thousands of Jedi against millions of battledroids 22 years after the first war even happened. That seems like it's asking a LOT of his experiences on Melida/Daan to me lol.

[s-c-g-s-c-g]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Jaster Mereel Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jaster Mereel Additional Tags: Melida | Daan Civil War Happens Differently (Star Wars), Parental Jaster Mereel, Young Obi-Wan Kenobi, Hurt/Comfort, Planet Melida | Daan (Star Wars), Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Good Parent Jaster Mereel, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fear of Death, Child Soldiers, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi, Hopeful Ending Summary:

There's a Mandalorian on the other side of the roof and Obi-Wan isn't dead.

He isn't sure why he isn't dead.

Killing him would be so easy for someone like that and yet... Obi-Wan Kenobi lives on.

[phoenixyfriend]

You know how Obi-Wan was canonically only on Melida/Daan for a few weeks? And you know how galactic travel times are like. Made up.

What if Qui-Gon turned around the second he made sure Tahl was stable, and was already on his way back to get Obi-Wan when the call came?

(Obviously kicking himself for accepting the decision of a distressed and emotional 13yo in the first place, no matter how panicky Qui-Gon himself was.)

Someone who's actually read the books but is willing to engage with them through the "this was written for 12yos who wanted to read about adventures without adults, and so may not reflect the 'true' events of the timeline" lens please let me know how well or poorly this holds up.