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The first time Obi-Wan Kenobi felt the wind was on Stewjon.
His father had called the Jedi to collect his force-sensitive three year old. Obi-Wan was held tight in his father’s reluctant arms, both had tears streaming down their faces. Obi-Wan didn't want to leave his family, his brothers and sisters. Then he felt it. The smallest whisper of wind dried his tears, with a voice that whispered comfort to him. A voice promising peace and serenity.
He left with the Jedi with a dry face.
The first time Obi-Wan Kenobi saw the wind was in the Temple courtyard.
A gust of wind blew a couple of leaves to the face of the meditating Initiate Unduli. Unaware of what had came her way, her limbs flailed as she was knocked off balance and toppled over into Initiate Bant, who fell onto Initiate Vos, who managed to start an unstoppable force that knocked over Initiates Chun, Reeft and Garen, and eventually Master Drallig.
The only one left standing was Obi-Wan, who giggled at the sight in front of him.
The first time Obi-Wan Kenobi experienced the wind was on Melida/Daan.
He saw the power of the Young, the strength of their cause and their willingness to fight for what they believed in. Nield and Cerasi represented every decent moral a person should have. They showed the true value of a brave soldier.
Their mounted flag waved powerful behind them with the symbol of the Young, as they stood in the face of danger.
Not many knew this, but sniper blaster rifles had a curve to it. You could only shoot a target if you aimed a certain way. If you didn’t, then you missed your shot and for a bounty hunter, that was a death wish.
Obi-Wan inspected the rifle Dooku had gifted him after placing the used comm to Windu to his left side on the balcony.
Yup, there it was, as bright as the two suns on Tatooine, the curve. As ‘Rako Hardeen’, he’d be expected to aim left and stun the Chancellor, allowing the fellow Hunters to cart him away with Eval as the getaway driver. As ‘Obi-Wan Kenobi’, he was to shoot to the right at the others, dismantling any plans to kidnap the Chancellor.
But this was Ben.
Ben who was tired of the deception and the lies. Ben who wanted, for once in his life, to do what he wanted.
Dooku’s “present” was nice, but ‘Rako Hardeen’ didn’t take handouts. He switched out the rifles.
He angled his blaster to the abandoned comm. He took the shot.
The festival exploded into chaos as Ben disassembled the rifle. He fought the smirk that was almost foreign on the stolen face. There would definitely be serious repercussions on this.
But hey, he could always blame the wind.