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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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Not compared to Ibani, he doesn't! Ibani helps him rise. She has younger knees!

Ben calling his house home, her home, makes her heart hurt, but in a good way. "No more dramatics, I promise," she says. "Though I'd rather not leave my sword here. I don't have a lightsaber, though I have the crystal for one. Found it not long before I got flung here."

Being unarmed makes her edgy, okay? Even if with the Force she's not exactly helpless.

He gives her a look. Not that he can't tell she's telling the truth, more that he wants her to know that he's got an eye on her and won't put up with that sort of thing.

Then he nods. "It's over here, come on."

As they walk over to the spot, he continues: "We can see about making your lightsaber later, I think. But we're going to have to be very careful about training. It's vitally important no one finds you here."

Ibani acknowledges the look with a nod. Considering what she tried to pull, she doesn't blame him.

Ibani reaches down for the blade with the Force. "I suspected as much. What with there being no Jedi anymore," she says, solemn. And she's sure that's a very ugly story indeed.

"I have experience with hiding my capabilities, thankfully. I won't thank my former so called instructors for that, but it may come in useful, now."

There are one or two around, he knows. And maybe she'll be better with them than with Ben. But he's saved her life - twice now, and he's responsibile for her.

And those few Jedi left can also never know where Obi-Wan Kenobi is. They would never let him stay if they did.

"Of course," he adds, "this is assuming you want to train. If you'd rather just learn to moisture farm we can do that too."

He looks around at the sand flats around them. It's not going to be the easiest journey home.

"I want to train, learn more about the Force," Ibani replies. "Although moisture farming might not be a bad idea either, or some other way of bringing in income. There are expenses, and it's useful for a cover besides."

He turns away from Ibani, walking towards the Krayt dragon, who lifts his head to watch his approach. Doing so gives Ben the chance to smile sadly. He's wanted to train someone for so long, and it's strange that it won't be Luke.

"I've managed alright so far," he remarks back to her.

"Yes, but you're not still growing either." Or doing physical training like he'll need to do, to teach her.

And she suspects he's underweight, after that hug.

"And I'd rather you did better than 'manage', honestly. I DO know how wide the divide is between managing to stay alive and 'in fighting shape' is," she quips.

Ben stops, a hand on the nose of the Krayt that he's hoping will take them home, and turns to look at her, a tinge of regret showing in his face.

"I'm afraid there won't be any fighting, with me," he says. "If you stay, training is all I can offer."

Ibani considers this a moment, then nods. "I understand."

He's hiding, after all, and fighting is likely to draw attention he neither needs nor can afford.

"I would prefer not to loose what I have of the forms, even if there won't be fighting, but I can work on that on my own, if need be."

"I'll teach you that," he promises. "And if you start wanting more there's a Galaxy of injustice to right. But we'll start with getting out of this sun."

He climbs onto the dragon's back, sitting just behind the head, and they lumber over to Ibani, where he offers her a hand.

"Yes, that sounds like a good place to start."

She eyes the sun. "I'm sure I'll get used to it."

She takes the offered hand after stowing her sword, and climbs up onto the dragon.

"Time to go home," and Ibani has never said those words before. Nowhere has ever been HOME, just places where she's lived or slept.

"You never do," Ben says, although now he sounds almost fond of the nasty planet he currently calls home.

He leans forward to pet the dragon on the head, and it breaks out into an elegant gallop, heading back towards Ben's homestead.

Ibani laughs, an actual happy laugh, as his comment.

"Who should we say I am to you, if anyone asks? I could pass for your daughter, wouldn't even be a lie if you adopted me in the old ways, well, my culture's old ways."

That is a really good question and Ben doesn't know how to answer it. He can't call her apprentice.

"We'd need to explain why you showed up so late in life," he remarks thoughtfully. "Living with your mother off world?"

"That would work. And you didn't know I existed until I showed up here after my mother died?" she offers. Because Ben doesn't seem like he WOULDN'T have been involved in raising his biological progeny.

Ben is grateful that he's looking forward and it's impossible to see in his face just how plausible this scenario is.

"How does one perform this ritual?"

...Is he really considering this? He must be going senile.

"It's fairly simple. Both people make a small cut, enough to draw blood, and press their cuts together and state whatever relationship or promise they want to make out loud."

"The Ancient Sith used to swear oaths that way, and I've seen rumors suggesting that it actually had some binding power, but nothing concrete. If it MADE people obey, presumably it would have still been in use, and it wasn't."

"There is a lot of power in blood rites," Ben remarks. "Especially between the Force sensitive."

He's aware that he's already part way to making this oath in his heart, given how responsible he feels for her.

Ibani nods. "That was one of the things we learned, about the power in blood, in sacrifice. It's old, very, very old."

"I've never had a father before," she says. "Well, I mean, biologically I must have, but I have no recollection of my birth parents at all."

"Nor do I," Ben admits. "Though I had someone who filled a role."

Not for long enough, though. Just as he filled a role for other people, not long enough or well enough.

He's remind quite how bad a job he made of it last time, but with no alternative in sight, he'll have to just it better this time. At least he won't have the Jedi Council in his way.

"We'll have to work out what it means together."

"Ma'Vena raised me, I thought of her as my mother. She's why they didn't succeed in making me entirely what they wanted to, on Korriban. I had something else to hold on to."

Ben did the best he could, under the circumstances!

"We'll figure it out," Ibani promises.

She grins. "Good thing we're in the middle of nowhere or our arrival might cause quite a stir."

"Not quite," in the middle of nowhere, he means. Ben stops the Krayt some distance away still and offers a hand for her to get down. "Even if the sand people already think I'm strange I don't want to scare Dolo's family."

And if any of the kids from Tashi or the surrounding area saw him he'll never live it down.

"We can walk the rest. I'm getting hungry."

They haven't had lunch yet - thanks for that, Ibani.

Ibani flushes in chagrin at Ben's remark that he's getting hungry.

She takes the offered hand to get down and sends a feeling of thanks to the Krayt.

"Sand people?"

Ben watches the Krayt gallop back towards his lair just long enough to be assured that he's not in distress before turning back.

"Tuskens," he explains. "Native to this planet, not particularly fond of colonists. They raid moisture farms if they think they can get away with it, but they usually leave me alone."

Ibani nods in understanding as they start the walk back. "I'm glad they usually leave you alone," she replies.

She reaches for Ben's hand, tentatively.

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