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Obi-Wan Kenobi woke up with a jerk. She blinked rapidly, looking around the darkness of the place she had woken up. She was in a small room of some sort, barely three feet by three feet. It was dark, apart from the smallest sliver of light from under a door that she could see. She forced herself to sit up, taking quick stock of her body as she did.
She was small. Like child sized. She had at least three broken ribs, a cracked rib, two bruised ribs. She had a head injury that was still bleeding sluggishly. She had a concussion, a broken right arm, and right wrist.
Obi-Wan was fortunate she was ambidextrous.
Her lightsabre was no where to be seen. She was dressed in garments more suited to rags. Obi-Wan gave a pulse with the Force. She could feel three lifeforms in the immediate surrounds, one of them a youngling.
Obi-Wan was confused, to say the least. She had been dead. Like, completely dead. Like, one with the Force, dead.
She had no clue why she was suddenly a youngling again, and a badly injured youngling locked in some form of a cupboard.
She managed to fold her hurting body into a meditation pose, and shared her pain, fear, and confusion with the Force as she looked at her Force Bonds.
Her Bond with Qui-Gon was black, as was her Bond with Anakin. They had both been black for a few decades before her death. Her Bonds with Luke and Leia were both also black. Her Lineage Bonds were all black, the Bonds she had with Yoda, Feemor, Ashoka, and Dooku.
Her Dyad Bond with Mace was bright white and pulsing. She managed to latch onto it for a few moments and could feel his confusion and pleasure that she was here with him. They were not close enough geographically to send thoughts or anything other than vague emotions, but they were both pleased the other was here.
She released her Bond with Mace and saw the Bond she held with Cody was present as well. She could feel his pleasure that she was here, as well as his guilt over everything that had happened. She tried to send her acceptance and love down the Bond to him, but she could feel her injuries begin to catch up to her. She released the two Bonds and then settled into a light Healing Trance. Her injuries began to heal slowly, and she discovered a second power of some sort. This one was inside her, not something she drew on from outside like the Force, but a power that inhabited a core deep inside her.
She was curious about it, especially when the second power began helping to heal her. After her head injury was healed, she saw a slight block in her mind, a segregation of some sort. She poked it gently, wondering if it would give her answers as to how she ended up here. Scenes began to flash past her as she poked the segregation, she could not stop it or control it.
Still, she found out her name in this body was Bobi Jamie-Rose Potter. She was pleased that Bobi could be shortened to Obi without too much hassle. She may have been reincarnated, but she had still spent nearly sixty years as Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Mace had shortened her name to Obi at times.
The reason she was trapped in a small room with serious injuries was because she was an unwanted and abused youngling. Her birth parents were dead, in a drunken vehicle crash. Her mother may have been a prostitute. She was uncertain as the people responsible for her seemed to be particularly petty and small minded. They appeared to fear her for the strange things she could do and abused her to ‘stamp it out.’
She also appeared to have been reborn on a planet that had no knowledge of the Galactic Republic, the Empire, other planets, space travel, the Force, the Jedi, or the fact there were other species and races out there. That wasn’t so unusual, there were planets in Wild Space that had been undiscovered by the Republic, and often planets that discovered space travel, only to be surprised by what they found.
It seemed this planet, called Earth, was still a few centuries away from discovering the ability to travel between star systems.
Obi-Wan appeared to be nine years old, almost a senior initiate if she was in the Temple, and her life as Bobi Potter was one of pain, suffering, and hatred. Obi-Wan felt her injuries finally knit together. She could do nothing for the malnutrition this body suffered from, but she could make life for this body and herself now that her memories of her past life had come back to her, much easier.
Mind Tricks through the Force were slightly frowned upon in the Order, but it was the sort of thing that if you needed to, you used it and weren’t punished for it. It was only if their use became excessive that the Council cared.
She could at least make her treatment from her relatives until she found Mace and Cody a little more tolerable.