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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.

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"Thank you?" Ben offers dryly.

Ibani didn't mean that in a bad way, honest!

She ducks her head at his response, curling in on herself a little. "Sorry."

Ibani casts desperately for a subject change. "Do you have a lightsaber, still?"

He feels a little guilty that his usualy method of teaching through dry sarcasm has such an effect - it definitely wasn't his intention.

He stands, walks over to a chest across the room and opens it, ignoring ont of the rolls in there and drawing out his own, blue lightsaber that he hands over to show.

"It doesn't get much use I'm afraid."

She'll get used to it! Call it a legacy of authority figures in her life so far using the shock of a slave collar or force lightning to 'teach'.

"It's beautiful," Ibani says softly, awed. "The crystal feels different, not Adegan, but something else." She handles it carefully like the precious thing it is.

"I found it on Arkanis," Ben says. "Usually we'd travel to the caves Ilum for crystals, but I rather enjoyed the challenge of seeking out those that scatter themselves around, waiting for the right person."

He sits down, to watch her handle it. "I have some of the materials for you to construct your own, but of course even holding it is illegal."

"The adegan crystals on Ilum used to call to me," Ibani says quietly. "They'd sing hello to me, none of the other slaves could hear them."

"Of course," Ibani replies when he mentions that even holding it is illegal. "Because whatever they have already done wasn't enough," her tone turns a little bitter.

She carefully hands the lightsaber back to him. "I found my crystal in the temple on Korriban, right before whatever it was, happened." She pulls the crystal out of her pocket, a bright amethyst color, and its song picks up as she touches it, holds it out to Ben.

He ducks his head, almost as if he cold apologise for the state of the galaxy and the life that's left for the Force Sensitive.

But he reaches out for the amethyst crystal, closes his eyes and his fingers in order to hold it for a few seconds, listening to it.

"That will do nicely," he says after a while, and offers it back. "You can make quite the lightsaber with that."

Ibani smiles, pleased that the crystal will work. "I'd hoped it would work for that. I was far enough away from being apprenticed that I hadn't had the chance to study lightsaber construction much."

She looks at the chest Ben took his lightsaber out of. "Would it be better for me to store the crystal in there, for the time being?"

"Yes, if you don't mind," he says. "At least when we go to town or away from the hut. You never know who might be prowling in the space ports."

"I don't mind," Ibani replies. "Best not to risk trouble unnecessarily." She learned that lesson all too well as both slave and acolyte. She hands the crystal to Ben to place in the chest.

"Does the spaceport see a lot of traffic here?"

"Some," Ben says. "There's not a lot of trade generated here, but we are right in the middle of Hutt space. So while the Emire might not bnother us much there are other concerns."

"The Hutts," Ibani's response isn't really a question. Even in her time the Hutts were infamous for crime and slavery. "And other cartels?"

"A few," he says. "None as prominent around here. The Bounty Hunter guild operate out of Mos Eisley from time to time."

Ibani sighs quietly. "So much to learn. I was literate, barely, before Korriban, but most of the education I got there was rather...focused.

"I can identify 50 types of toxin, but I was rather ignorant on history and culture outside that of the Empire even in my own time."

"We'll do it slowly," Ben promises. "Start with the things you need to know, and go at your own pace. We're not short on time."

He finishes hiding the crystal and his lightsaber in his chest, and stands, dusting sand off his robes and looking at the progress of the mattress.

"I usuall meditate around this time. The universe knows it's too hot outside to do anything else."

"Meditation sounds good," Ibani replies. "I've got a lot to process, and I suspect you do too."

Seriously, the last 24 hours have been A LOT.

He smiles warmly at - Force, at his daughter - and sets out a cushion for himself on his floor.

"Do you need anything?"

Because if not he'll be closing his eyes for several hours. He has a lot to reflect on, on top of his usual training.

"I'm fine for now," she replies, smiling warmly back at - Force, her father.

Ibani sinks into meditation, tries to settle her mind, put things in order after the biggest and strangest series of upsets in her life so far.

Ibani keeps herself quiet, not letting her force presence drift outside of the hut. She burns bright in the Force. (Not as strong as Anakin at her age, but very strong, and Anakin was special in oh so many ways.)

Sometimes, Ben is able to reach out far enough, or at least be receptive enough to another's reaching out, to talk to Yoda, and he would have liked the old Master's thoughts.

Although he's way beyond caring about approval from that direction, and they have more of a peer relationship now than they ever have.

But Yoda's not talking today, and in some ways this is good - it means he's not felt anything from Dagobah that would draw his attention to Tatooine.

Ben checks Luke is okay, and happy and getting into the kind of ten year old boy trouble he's always getting into. And he watches Ibani through the Force for some time, watching her settle and rest.

And of course, he spends a chunk of his time on his own studies, letting the Living Force flow through him as he works to recreate that lost art of becoming a Force Ghost.

Ibani has no one other than Ben to check on here and now, not yet. One day, perhaps.

Something in Ben's studies pulls at her, tugs, resonates, and she doesn't know why. Ben might even notice something himself.

She's not worried though, for the first time in her life she has, well, TIME. Time for something other than survival and the desperate struggle for knowledge for skill to keep herself alive. She's not sure what to do with that, yet.

Ben sits with that tug for a while, but lets it go rather than pull more.

Eventually he takes in a single deep breath and lets it out slowly before rising to his feet.

The suns are lower now, and the outside less completely unpleasant.

"Now, are you hungry?"

"I think I am, actually," Ibani says, checking in with her body. "I must have spent more energy today than I thought, or I'm going to hit another growth spurt."

"I felt a resonance when I was meditating, something I hadn't felt before," she remarks.

"It's evening," Ben points out, "that's usually a good time to be hungry. Come, I'll show you some of the plants that are good to eat, or at least wont kill us, and we can make better tasting with some work."

"That would be good to know!" Ibani replies, her eagerness at learning new things palpable in the Force.

"I might be able to get something useful even out of toxic plants, if we find any, the difference between medicine and poison can be as simple as dosage."

She grins wryly. "Overseer Ragate was very keen on poisons, so we ended up learning quite a bit about them and how to detect and remove them with the Force."

He smiles at her again, pleased at her eagerness and impressed with her knowledge.

"That would be very useful. I know Craya would probably benefit from some cheap medicines if we can find them."

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