Tano and Kenobi: A Vision to Behold
Previously on Tano and Kenobi…
After finishing one mission on Raxus and falling prey to an pirate ambush in orbit around Florrum, Ahsoka Tano and Obi-Wan Kenobi are faced with a dire situation. If they cannot escape the clutches of the young pirate Hondo Ohnaka, they will be sold at a slave auction on Klatooine in Hutt space. To make matters even worse, they are overcome by a mysterious wave of power and emotions in the Force! Have they just experienced the birth of Anakin Skywalker? And if so, where is he?
Anakin Skywalker was alive.
Ahsoka’s master was alive.
Did we just… was that his… birth? Ahsoka turned the idea over in her mind, reaching out to touch the Force, which was particularly ebullient and radiant.
Had Obi-Wan and Ahsoka just felt Anakin’s birth through the Force, all the way on the other side of the galaxy?
There was a sudden gust of elation and joy, like a crisp spring breeze laden with the fragrance of blooming maiden’s tears and embercages. It reminded her of the Room of a Thousand Fountains, of the moment when she chose to take the path she now found herself leading Obi-Wan down.
It reminded her of speaking to that strange Presence who had helped her through her first few months back in the past.
Has Anakin been born? Ahsoka sent the nervous, hopeful question into the glittering, effervescent void of the Force.
Yes, the Presence answered with such a calm, firm certainty that Ahsoka could find no room for doubt. Anakin Skywalker is very much alive. And quite hungry.
“Master?” Obi-Wan’s voice broke into Ahsoka’s communion with the Force spirit. “Master, are you alright?”
You had best return to your padawan, Ahsoka. He is prone to anxiety at the smallest provocation if left alone, the Presence cheerfully instructed before fading away. Ahsoka was left with the vaguest impression of a soft chuckle before she opened her eyes and looked down at Obi-Wan, who was scrubbing the tears off his cheeks in a kind of happy confusion.
“Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka exhaled, smiling at him. “You’re okay? I see you managed to unlock your restraints.”
Obi-Wan glanced down at the metal binders, his lips quirked into a half grin. “Yes, I’m not sure how but I was successful, Master. Do you know what that was? Are we in danger?”
“Oh, we’re still in danger,” Ahsoka responded with a soft laugh. “And we’ll talk about what I think that was later when we’re safe back in Republic space.”
Obi-Wan looked disappointed at that, his brows furrowed as he nodded. “Yes, Master. Now is not the most opportune moment.”
I promise, Padawan. It will all make sense one day. Ahsoka reached over to rest her forehead against Obi-Wan’s temple, ruffling his short, soft hair. You trust me, right?
Obi-Wan shyly leaned into Ahsoka’s embrace, curling a hand into the front of her robes and nodded. With my life, Master. It’s just… I have never felt anything like that before. It was so… wonderful. What do you suppose it was?
Maybe your future padawan! Ahsoka teased, the biggest, brightest smile on her face as she and Obi-Wan pulled apart.