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[faithfulson]

[ It starts as a nightmare. Phantom pain flairs in Luke’s hand as he sleeps, and he sees it all over again: the black, hulking figure of the man he would come to know as his father hovering over him, lightsaber in hand. Only this time it’s different; this time instead of the warm air of a ventilation shaft, he’s surrounded by cold, steel walls. This time there are stormtroopers ready and waiting, and the gaping maw of space past the nearby hanger bay. ]

[ This time, there’s no offer to rule the galaxy together. ]

[ The lightsaber decends a second time, jolting him awake and filling him with a profound sense of loss that refuses to go away. It takes him a moment, struggling desperately against the horrors left behind by the dream, to realize he’s felt this before, only it wasn’t as strong and did not linger as long as it was now. ]

[ Because the last time he felt this, he was just starting to take his first steps into the Force. ]

[ Luke was diving for his communicator in the next moment, frantically trying to raise Obi-Wan, to no avail. After several failed attempts, Luke switched over to a public post, hoping it would catch the attention of a roommate or a coworker or anyone that would know him. He’s the very image of a terrified child when he appears on video, like he was nineteen and helpless all over again. ]

Has anyone seen or heard from Ben— from Obi-Wan recently? I’ve been trying to reach him, but he’s... he’s not answering. I-I...

[ Please don’t be dead. Please let his senses be wrong. ]

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[functusofficio]

[ It's fairly immediate - she has set her alarms on her communicator to alert her to posts by her children and her grandchild, and his appearance was sufficient to make her react immediately, and even more once he mentioned Obi-Wan. ]

Luke, are you all right? What's wrong?

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[faithfulson]

I... I don’t know. I just...

[ Luke is distraught, and he has to take a moment to breathe and pull himself together. ]

I just need to know if Ben’s okay or not.

video. as private as she can accomplish.

[functusofficio]

It was a nightmare?

[ But a nightmare like Anakin's, she thinks, and that's reflected in the worry on her face. ]

With the Force, they can be real. I haven't heard from him in the past few days, but I can inquire if he's all right.

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[carbonfrozen]

What—no, what's happened? Luke, you all right?

[Is he going to have to kick down the door with a gun in hand? He will, don't think he won't.]

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[faithfulson]

[ Han please. ]

I’m fine... just a little shook up.

[ And his arm still hurt a bit, but that wasn’t something to worry over. ]

Do you know if he has roommates? I didn’t see any when I was at his place last.

[carbonfrozen]

No, but he's a police officer in Maurtia Falls now, right? Maybe one of his coworkers saw him—I'll ask them.

[Which is big, considering how much Han tends to avoid involving the police.]

You need me to come on over?

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[photophobic]

I no longer feel his presence. He could be shielding it.

text; private

[faithfulson]

I hope you’re right.

[ Sensing others from cities away was difficult, and he was no where near calm enough to try right now. Reading that his nephew couldn’t sense him did not help. ]

[photophobic]

Grandfather should be informed.


But. Carefully.

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[ghoulking]

The communicator has a list of imPort names. If Your friend is still here, his name will be there.

Otherwise, he has been ported out.

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[faithfulson]

[ Give him a moment... ]

He's still on the name list.

[ That's... not comforting. ]

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[ghoulking]

Then he is still in this world and wasn't Ported out.

Only the government can track imPorts through the tattoo, but if you are worried, you can try tracking the communicator.

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[articulations]

[ Alderaan's destruction hadn't hit her in the way it had Obi-Wan Kenobi. He'd heard the millions of voices, the terrors in their cries, and then silence. Had felt the very lives being snuffed out in a vast universe. For her, Leia had felt it in an entirely different way, deep in her soul, more personal, as she'd stood there watching her entire world collapse in on itself.

Her senses now were stronger than that day. Having spent some time with Obi-Wan here, the days when her abilities had backfired terribly and he'd cared for her, when he'd helped her in seeking out her crystal and piecing together her lightsaber over the past weeks, there may have even been some form of a bond that had grown. A connection through the Force as any Force sensitive would experience with another, one might call it.

But Leia's bond with her brother, it surpassed that. Tremendously. And so, that was why she was contacting him not out of response to his message to the network, but from what she'd felt. It was clear that she'd been roused from sleep, one as broken as ever, for her own reasons and for the distress she could sense in Luke. Her hair was down and tousled around her shoulders, the warm glow of a lamp at her back as the blue hue of the screen illumated her face. ]

—are you alright? Luke—

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[faithfulson]

[ He's just dreading the worst right now; because it's very clear that Obi-Wan hasn't been ported out, and just... there's so much dread over their shared bond that it's hard to mistake it for anything else. ]

...it's like back then.

[ His voice is soft when he answers her, actually scared. ]

[articulations]

[ She has to pause before responding, searching his expression on the screen. There's no need to really concentrate to be able to sense what he's feeling. ]

Back then...?

[ Leia doesn't much remember the Obi-Wan Kenobi of their time. She remembers a hooded figure facing off with Darth Vader as they'd made their escape, the hum of the lightsabers, the clash of them. She barely remembers seeing the hooded cloak drop to the ground, no body in sight. Luke's scream— ]

Do you need me to come to you? I will.

[ Before he even replies, she's pushing blankets aside, the video shaky and all over the place with the movement. ]

[Text] Because he's not doing okay.

[prophesiedone]

Stay put.

[Text] Dad no. D:

[faithfulson]

Father?

[ Uh oh. ]

I'm already on his way to his apartment. Please don't do anything rash.

[Text] >8(

[prophesiedone]

Those responsible need to answer for it.

And they will.

[Text] threadjacks

[carbonfrozen]

too late we're already on the way

do not do anything stupid before we get there

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[ashla]

[Pretending this came in asap and not late like the mun]

He's not come home yet. Which isn't like him.

[Which, I might note, she would know, as she and he share a place. 013 MFalls. If Luke does show up, she'd be pacing the house still, if not getting ready to leave to find Anakin.]

[Text | Private]

[faithfulson]

Could he be doing something for work?

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[foralways]

Obi-wan...I have not heard from him. Has something happened?

[There's a worried tone in her voice. She doesn't like this at all.]


[Also pretend this was immediate...and was totally done before she talked to Anakin. Because reasons.]

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[faithfulson]

I... have a bad feeling.

[ AKA, Jedi speak for, “Something really bad happened.” ]

A friend of mine and I are looking into it.

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[fettering]

[ generally speaking, josh is too shy to talk to luke. he's luke skywalker? also he has better things to do than chat up his weird deaf clone housemate, josh is at least ninety percent sure. but tonight's going to be an exception, because there's Something Wrong tonight.

josh is not an empath or a force sensitive or anything like that, but he is the clone of a very special man with very special powers, and he can sort of tell when there's something.. off around him. there is something very off down the hall in luke's room, and when he peeks down there, there's a light beneath the door.

hm.

he takes a few seconds to consider his options, then simply gathers up a blanket from off the couch and heads down to the older man's room, gently nudging the door open. normally, he'd never even consider being so rude, but it's special circumstances, and if he knocked and luke answered (or didn't), it's not as if josh would be able to hear him.

he takes a moment to take in the scene--wild hair, stricken expression, panic practically radiating off him in waves--and then steps in closer, gently draping the blanket over the blond's shoulders and easing himself down next to him. ]

What happened? [ he signs as he speaks, because it's instinctual even when he's trying to accommodate hearing people, then points from his eyes to the phone luke's practically hunched over. ]

[faithfulson]

[ Luke looked up in surprise at his housemate; he didn’t really talk to him much, so the sudden kind gesture caught him off guard. He ducked his head in the next moment, rubbing his face in a vain effort not to look as panicked and scared as he felt. He peered up again as Josh began speaking, for a moment not sure what to make of his odd hand gestures or how unusual his voice sounded. It clicked in his head after; he couldn’t hear. Luke gave him a small nod of acknowledgement, before fiddling with his communicator for a moment, pulling up an app and typing into it, holding it up for Josh to read when he was done. ]

I have a bad feeling.
I think a friend may have died.
I hope I’m wrong.