It had taken a few favours to get clothing that fit like his Jedi robes without actually looking like them, though Obi-Wan was loathe to give up the familiar garments. Then again, those garments could get him recognized, and that would do nothing for his now-fifteen-year-old charge.
After all these years, he still felt responsible for Luke, despite the fact that Owen Lars had made it absolutely crystal that Obi-Wan was not welcome at the homestead ever.
If it hadn't been for the disturbance in the Force that he'd felt several days ago - a disturbance that had made him dizzy and disoriented in a way he'd never felt before - he would still be on Tatooine, pretending not to watch over the Skywalker lad.
He had been keen to ignore it, but a prompting from the astral presence of his former Master compelled him to temporarily leave his exile in search of the source of said disturbance.
Obi-Wan checks a sigh as he disembarks from the transport that's brought him to the back-water planet of Lothal. He's getting too old for this sort of thing, though at 53 years of age, he is hardly the oldest being in the galaxy.
Keeping his hood far enough down to ensure no one could get a good look at his face, yet not so far concealed that he invited unwanted attention, he moves through customs and then into the streets of the city.
He lets the Force guide his steps even as he takes in the sorrow and oppression of the people; Imperial rule never did any planet good, and the further out on the Rim one went, the worse it was.
He represses another sigh and tries to push the noise of life - or what passes for it on Lothal - into the background so he can focus on the thing that brought him here.
Well, Master, he thinks to himself. Here I am. Why the blazes you wanted me to investigate this, I don't know.
Which is when he realizes that his course is moving him inexorably away from the city center towards the border. And as he nears the border he realizes that what he's looking for lies beyond, and that he'll have to rent some sort of transport.
Pausing several blocks away from a city-exit checkpoint, he looks about him to try and locate something that would be suitable for an old man to take a tour of the outlying settlements...
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After all these years, he still felt responsible for Luke, despite the fact that Owen Lars had made it absolutely crystal that Obi-Wan was not welcome at the homestead ever.
If it hadn't been for the disturbance in the Force that he'd felt several days ago - a disturbance that had made him dizzy and disoriented in a way he'd never felt before - he would still be on Tatooine, pretending not to watch over the Skywalker lad.
He had been keen to ignore it, but a prompting from the astral presence of his former Master compelled him to temporarily leave his exile in search of the source of said disturbance.
Obi-Wan checks a sigh as he disembarks from the transport that's brought him to the back-water planet of Lothal. He's getting too old for this sort of thing, though at 53 years of age, he is hardly the oldest being in the galaxy.
Keeping his hood far enough down to ensure no one could get a good look at his face, yet not so far concealed that he invited unwanted attention, he moves through customs and then into the streets of the city.
He lets the Force guide his steps even as he takes in the sorrow and oppression of the people; Imperial rule never did any planet good, and the further out on the Rim one went, the worse it was.
He represses another sigh and tries to push the noise of life - or what passes for it on Lothal - into the background so he can focus on the thing that brought him here.
Well, Master, he thinks to himself. Here I am. Why the blazes you wanted me to investigate this, I don't know.
Which is when he realizes that his course is moving him inexorably away from the city center towards the border. And as he nears the border he realizes that what he's looking for lies beyond, and that he'll have to rent some sort of transport.
Pausing several blocks away from a city-exit checkpoint, he looks about him to try and locate something that would be suitable for an old man to take a tour of the outlying settlements...