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last_kallig) wrote2020-09-18 06:42 pm
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Au: Kid Ibani-Tatooine Era Obi-Wan Kenobi
(OOC: Content warning for mention of torture, harm done by and to children, suicidal ideation and quite possibly suicide attempt.)
Ibani is a fourteen year old Sith Acolyte and her life of pain is written in her body for those who can read it. The scars of a slave collar on her neck, the letters and numbers carved under one eye like a bantha brand, those were only the beginning. She's been shocked regularly with force lightning for years as well as being subjected to more primitive methods of torture, and all have left their mark. Scars from teeth, claws and blades mark her skin, the echoes of broken bones still visible if you look the right way in the Force.
She should be dead, and she might be shortly, despite her struggles. She doesn't know how she got HERE, wherever this hot desert is, instead of the cold desert of Korriban. The gravity is wrong, the temperature is wrong, and while the Force shouted just before she landed here it is strangely silent now. (She might be insane, in which case she should put herself down before she harms anyone, but she's waiting for more evidence on that one way or the other.) She's dying by inches of heat and thirst and she can't push her body any further, even with all the Force tricks she knows.
She crawls on her belly under an overhang of rock, collapses. She can enter a trance, reduce her need for water, but that means that without help she will simply fail to ever wake, will slip away into the Force in death. It's a long shot, but she's worth more alive than dead even to the most nefarious of persons. (She knows better than to expect mercy or kindness from strangers.)
Ibani sinks into the Force, awaiting aid or death.
Ibani is a fourteen year old Sith Acolyte and her life of pain is written in her body for those who can read it. The scars of a slave collar on her neck, the letters and numbers carved under one eye like a bantha brand, those were only the beginning. She's been shocked regularly with force lightning for years as well as being subjected to more primitive methods of torture, and all have left their mark. Scars from teeth, claws and blades mark her skin, the echoes of broken bones still visible if you look the right way in the Force.
She should be dead, and she might be shortly, despite her struggles. She doesn't know how she got HERE, wherever this hot desert is, instead of the cold desert of Korriban. The gravity is wrong, the temperature is wrong, and while the Force shouted just before she landed here it is strangely silent now. (She might be insane, in which case she should put herself down before she harms anyone, but she's waiting for more evidence on that one way or the other.) She's dying by inches of heat and thirst and she can't push her body any further, even with all the Force tricks she knows.
She crawls on her belly under an overhang of rock, collapses. She can enter a trance, reduce her need for water, but that means that without help she will simply fail to ever wake, will slip away into the Force in death. It's a long shot, but she's worth more alive than dead even to the most nefarious of persons. (She knows better than to expect mercy or kindness from strangers.)
Ibani sinks into the Force, awaiting aid or death.
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"What use would I have for that?" he asks, lying in his tone. Obviously the uses for hiding himself, maybe even Luke or someone else, from prying eyes, would be numerous. But he's doing so well here.
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"Always good to have more options," Ibani quips. "And someone who lives all alone in the middle of nowhere might have more reasons to hide than most, no? There's always a bigger fish."
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Dolo draws up eventually near a rock that protuded form the dunes and forms a small overhang with some shadow.
"Here's where you arrived. Did you want to look for something?"
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"Yes, I'd like to have a look, see what I can see in the Force."
Ibani carefully gets off of Dolo, then jumps on top of the rock. She tilts her head as if she's listening to something, and she is, but it's not physical sound.
"Nothing, not even a ripple," she remarks. "Looks like I'm stuck here for, well, however long I have left."
Not long, not long, because there is no justification for her further existence anymore. Not here and now.
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"Well, we don't have much," he says, "but Tatooine has a lot to recommend itself against Korriban, at least."
Can she stay here? Probably not, but he won't let her take her exit, and he doesn't know where else she can go.
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"It's nice not to have to keep my shields up at full strength all the time to keep the Valley from driving me mad," Ibani allows. "It...whispers in the back of your mind."
Where else would be better than here? At least she has backup here, if she needs it, and no one's likely to come and look for her. Anywhere else would be equally strange and much more dangerous.
Absently, one hand touches the hilt of her sword, mostly concealed by her robes, and she looks thoughtfully at Ben. No, not yet. Not until she knows her arrival hasn't attracted attention to Ben. She can wait a little longer.
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"I cannot imagine what that must have been like," he says now, sympathetically. "I'm sorry you lived it."
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Her smile turns bitter. "No chance of that now, of course. Only your accent tells me that any of the Empire's people survived between my time and now, you sound as if you were from Dromund Kaas, the capital of the Sith Empire in my time."
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He pats Dolo's side and they head off once more.
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As the approach the gates of city, there is a sense of curiosity in the Force from Ibani. She's never seen a city before, not that she can remember.
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It's not much of a city if you're used to Coruscant or Sundari - mostly low white buildings hunched together around white sandy roads. But even this many people in this heat creates a smell and a noise that oppresses.
They wend their way through the city towards the space ports, and Ben keeps an eye out as they do so. Thankfully he sees no white plastoid helmets, and is able to stay relaxed.
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Ibani pulls in on herself, in the Force, as they near the press of people. Not making herself outright invisible in the Force, but dim, no stronger in the Force than any other girl.
Nothing to see here, nope. She's alert to what the Force tells her, listening for aggression and suspicion directed their way.
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(But he is grateful.)
They reach a watering hole and Ben climbs down off Dolo's back, offering a hand to help Ibani follow.
"I'm going to go into the Cantina and find out what I can. Would you prefer to stay outside with Dolo?"
He's not sure how she'll fare with that many people.
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"I think that might be best," she agrees. "And I can make sure no one tries to take Dolo somewhere she doesn't want to go."
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He nods at them both and, looking around just to check he is leaving them somewhere safe, he heads into the Cantina.
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She's also pondering the best point to take her leave. When they arrive back at Ben's, maybe? She feels Ben must have secrets, and she's faintly sad she won't have a chance to find out what they might be.
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He'll have to keep an ear to the ground anyway.
Eventually he returns, a more relaxed smile on his face, and starts to unload the melons from Dolo's back.
"I have a buyer for these," he explains to Ibani, "and then we can fill up the water and get something to eat before heading back."
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"That's good," she replies. "I only had to startle one would be thief while you were gone, but more could show up."
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"There's always a chancer," he says. "Thank you for the help."
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And she shouldn't be asking, it's not like she's going to stay. But, she can have this, can't she? Something like a normal life, just for a little longer?
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"A friend of mine called Craya Dubeon," Ben explains, his voice slightly lowered but not so that anyone would necessarily notice. "I usually meet her down here..."
He leads the way down some dirt paths away from the main streets, towards a warehouse in on the edge of the space port region. It's closed up, and from the outside doesn't look like it's in use.
"I hope she's in today. I wasn't planning to come into town today."
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Ibani nods, catching Ben's slightly lowered voice. She follows him to the warehouse, not entirely surprised to find that it LOOKS unused.
"I did rather derail your schedule," Ibani replies. She listens to the Force, looking for the life signs of other people, friends or enemies.
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The approach is being watched from above. As Ben and Ibani draws close, a sniper on a nearby rooftop focuses the two of them in their sights.
Ben doesn't seem to know about this.
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She tugs gently on the Force, prepared to block a shot with a force shield if need be.
She knows that mix of feelings all too well, and the hand that hasn't gone for Ben's rubs at her neck where a slave collar used to be.
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He should have predicted this, should have realised the specific way she felt. But they're here now, and it might be even more fortunate.
He offers a faint smile and shakes his head. "They're distrustful. But I'm a friend."
His hand squeezes hers, thumb pressing into her palm. He's not going to let go now.
He lets go of her hand a short distance from the warehouse, and holds up his own to indicate she should stay, before knocking on the door.
"It's Ben," he says.
A hatch in the door slides open, and a pair of eyes set in an orange face peer out at them.
"Were you followed?" The language is Galactic basic, but the accent distinctive to anyone who's met a native Rylothian.
Ben spreads the hand not loaded with melons. "When am I ever?"
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