you know, that luceno quote from labyrinth of evil gets posted all the time, but my favorite part is the bit that usually gets cut off.
“And you, Master. What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?”
“Infinite sadness,” Obi-Wan said, even while smiling.
even
while
smiling.
[aka: don’t ever come talk to me about obi-wan if you’re not ready to talk about hope and faith, because that is his essential core; hope on the days when he can look up and still see Light, and faith for the days when he can’t. faith carries him across the clouded patches, to starry skies and potential, possibility – dizzying promises of rebirth. he is able to smile, even in his grief, because he accepts this for what it is, that the new world will not be for him, does not need to be for him – it is enough that the new world will be.
force knows none of them were created for a life of ease. to be bereft of all his mortal loves is a burden, maybe, but to be still in the Light – that is enough, for a jedi.]
can we just like….talk about dexter jettster? how qui gon passed this amazing giant four-armed lizard man’s friendship to obi wan and they just talk about everything together and how they probably have this secret code language or something for all the shady things going down in the republic? how they have casual lunches in this greasy diner with cups of steaming caff? how they sit and chat on rooftops through clouds of smoke from dex’s cheroots? and how dex’s seen it all– he knows obi wan, probably as well as some of the masters in the temple do- and how he knows anakin too and even ahsoka and how he probably saw the first billows of smoke roll up from the jedi temple that night?
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MANY NON-JEDI FRIENDS OBI-WAN HAD
how many he inherited from his old life
last pieces of love left over from a time he still looks back on with a smile
and how they looked for him
how they watched smoke rising in funeral pyre columns, as even the air in the underlevels took on the tang of burning
how they watched with dawning horror while the rest of the planet chose not to care. how they tried to contact him – how they tried the channels they knew, but those were ones that went through the Temple comm center, and obviously no one is there to receive and direct messages anymore
how they watched the papers and the ‘Net, wondering, hoping they could catch some hint, some whisper
you know they had to assume he was dead. and eventually they’ll be right; they’re just a little premature. but what gets me is that obi-wan kenobi may disappear, he may drop off the face of the galaxy and leave no one to know about the sacrifices he’s making or what he’s giving up for the sake of future hope, future peace, future liberation – his people may be destroyed and his culture may have been purged from the record and his faith may be derided, but even with the obliteration of the jedi his memory can’t be erased, because even though there aren’t any jedi left to light his pyre, the people who mourn for obi-wan kenobi aren’t jedi; obi-wan’s living memory are diner owners and pilots and thieves and revolutionaries, slicers and palace servants and miners and farmers – all of them pathetic, meaning pathos, meaning of or relating to emotions.
they never find out what happened to him. but they never forget him, either.
Someone please tell my id that it doesn’t need me to write a thousand-page parody of Victor Hugo’s Star Wars, no matter how “awesome” or “fun” it may sound at first
oh my god please, please do
La Guerre des étoiles
UN ESPOIR NOUVEL
Book the First: A Solitary Man
I. Ben Kenobi
In Year 20 of the Empire (Year 10,191 since the forming of the Coruscant Convention), Ben Kenobi was a hermit living beyond the Dune Sea. He was an old man of about fifty-nine years of age; he had occupied his tiny desert hovel since Year 0.
Although it has little direct impact on the story we are about to relate, it nevertheless behooves the author to reveal, if only for the sake of completeness and exactness, the various rumors that circulated the person of “Old Ben” Kenobi. True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do. Very little was known about Ben Kenobi, in honest truth; it was widely known that he was an offworlder, and a recent newcomer to the barrel soil of Tatooine; it was less-widely known, though no secret, for Kenobi himself would say as much to those who asked, that he was from the planet Stewjon, in the Daly System. How he had come to reside on Tatooine was the source of much speculation.
Once one entered the realm of rumor, however, the accounts varied widely: he was a wizard, some said, or a crazy old man parched by the lack of company. He was alternately a scholar, a monk, a widower, or a scarred veteran of the Clone Wars, come to find what peace was left to him; the fruit-seller at the edge of Mos Eisley, where he came once a month to replenish his stores, claimed he was the last Jedi Knight, fled to the Outer Rim to hide from the depredations of the Empire. In spite of this wide-ranging gossip, or perhaps because of it, Ben Kenobi cut a dashing, mysterious figure to the starved minds of the out-flung desert settlements in which his name was known. He was well-formed, and although shorter than human standard, was still taller than many of the specimens to be found in Tatooine’s slums. He was well-spoken, conscientious, graceful, and learned; he spoke of distant worlds with the familiarity of a spacer and the precision of a Hutt.
as soon as i saw “Although it has little direct impact on the story we are about to relate” i knew this was a solid parody
more of this sort of thing
omg, victor hugo WOULD think well of obi-wan kenobi
“I am firmly convinced that Anakin can do anything. Except betray a friend. What we have done to him today…“ Obi-Wan said slowly. “I don’t think he will ever trust as again.” He found his eyes turning unaccountably hot, and his vision swam with unshed tears. “And I’m not entirely sure he should.”
