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darkforcerising) wrote2019-10-12 07:53 pm
darkforcerising) wrote2019-10-12 07:53 pm
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Who: Canon Anakin, Canon Obi-Wan, AU Earth Anakin
What: The universe fucks with everyone
Where: Aboard the Resolute
Rating/Warnings: Swearing
Anakin stepped off the train car and expected the hard concrete of the platform of the station closest to Ahsoka’s apartment – the Ahsoka who lived in his universe. The purpose of his trip was a certain red-bladed lightsaber he was carrying in his backpack. He intended to do something to fix that red blade. And it was secured next to his other lightsaber and three bags of different kinds of candy and his meds he always carried with him – he had priorities.
With ear pods in and his focus on the phone in his hand, it was the smell that alerted him that something was off. Or rather, the lack of a certain smell – the offensive mixture of human sweat, urine, and the awkwardness of pubic crowds that was unique to American train stations.
And then he noticed nothing felt right. He looked up and stopped.
To every side were consoles manned by individuals who all looked the same – who were now looking at him. All work seemed to have come to a halt all at his fault. And everything, the computers, the people, the backdrop of the planet hanging in the viewport, was so familiar to him – only in dreams.
But the proof this wasn’t a dream was standing in the center of the room.
In the center of the room was a circular console, displaying a hologram of scattered ships and a planet. And around the display, were some very familiar faces. But none more so than his own.
“Ah! C’mon!” he exclaimed, not taking out his ear pods or even the sucker out of his mouth.
The Universe was fucking with him again.
What: The universe fucks with everyone
Where: Aboard the Resolute
Rating/Warnings: Swearing
Anakin stepped off the train car and expected the hard concrete of the platform of the station closest to Ahsoka’s apartment – the Ahsoka who lived in his universe. The purpose of his trip was a certain red-bladed lightsaber he was carrying in his backpack. He intended to do something to fix that red blade. And it was secured next to his other lightsaber and three bags of different kinds of candy and his meds he always carried with him – he had priorities.
With ear pods in and his focus on the phone in his hand, it was the smell that alerted him that something was off. Or rather, the lack of a certain smell – the offensive mixture of human sweat, urine, and the awkwardness of pubic crowds that was unique to American train stations.
And then he noticed nothing felt right. He looked up and stopped.
To every side were consoles manned by individuals who all looked the same – who were now looking at him. All work seemed to have come to a halt all at his fault. And everything, the computers, the people, the backdrop of the planet hanging in the viewport, was so familiar to him – only in dreams.
But the proof this wasn’t a dream was standing in the center of the room.
In the center of the room was a circular console, displaying a hologram of scattered ships and a planet. And around the display, were some very familiar faces. But none more so than his own.
“Ah! C’mon!” he exclaimed, not taking out his ear pods or even the sucker out of his mouth.
The Universe was fucking with him again.
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Wait a minute.
"-You're going to have to be far more specific over which one of use you are speaking to, despite the rumors, I can't actually read your mind."
"But I am curious in what he knows." But perhaps not in what Obi-Wan was, and not in something he'd ask here.
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"My twin has a point- about Sidious." Surprisingly, he found he wasn't jealous about the easy, fun camaraderie between the two. His Obi-Wan was... gone, for lack of a better word. Gone because he'd pushed him away, fought him, killed him, and that was all buffered by two lifetimes of experience. Maybe he was sad to see it displayed in front of him again, there but out of reach for him, but there were somethings, things you personally altered, that you couldn't get back.
He moved on. "Sidious wouldn't want me here, for my aforementioned wealth of knowledge about him." He didn't elaborate. "So I think this is the Force's fuckery. But I don't know how much I can tell you- we haven't established if my being here will tear this universe apart yet. If I say what I know, will it destabilize everything? I'll wholly admit I thrive on chaos, but we should really figure out if it's safe for me to say more first."
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He glanced at his own Anakin before looking at the new one in total seriousness, which he probably knew was Obi-Wan's default expression even before the war.
"If even you think you might pose a danger to the entire universe, what - exactly - do you think we should do with you until we find out? And how do you think we might find it out?"
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-"No." Anakin spoke without thinking - which wasn't terribly uncommon for him.
"No he doesn't feel dangerous to us. There is danger around him. But it's not aimed at us." Anakin tuned his body towards Obi-Wan. "Can't you feel it?"
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But he had opinions about what they should do with him. “Clearly we aren’t matter,” he gestured at his twin and then at himself, “and antimatter. It seems we can exist in the same area as each other. So let’s not get stabby with your laser pointers, okay? I just mean, I don’t know what me being here will do, so maybe you should ask the Force?”
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It didn't hold question and answer sessions; if any Jedi could just ask the Force what it wanted, Yoda would have a lot less sway over how things went at the Temple.
"If you think the Force brought you here to help with Darth Sidious, then what would be the point of that if you telling us would tear reality apart?"