Cin Drallig was a legendary Human male Jedi Master of the Jedi Order who served as Battlemaster and head of security at the Coruscant Jedi Temple during the waning days of the Galactic Republic. He met his doom at the hands of Darth Vader during Operation: Knightfall, when the Order 66 go-ahead was given.
Sorry but - fic title suggestion: The Curious Feeling of Falling. And there are different types of falling *wink*
The Curious Feeling of Falling
There is a common misconception about Obi-Wan Kenobi.
It is there, even among the members of his own Order; and even more so within the ranks of the child-soldiers he commands, whispering among the multitudes of the galaxy.
They say Obi-Wan Kenobi could never fall.
Fall, of course, has two very different meanings; but on this particular application, the Jedi and the multitudes do not differ.
There are initiates who whisper that Master Kenobi has never felt the pull of the murmuring Dark. There are knights who wonder if Obi-Wan ever felt the tug of attachment on his heartstrings. And there are children on Coruscant playing at their mock-battles who turn away their toy starfighters at the last moment because General Kenobi won’t kill unless he has to!
The Jedi are mistaken - a misunderstanding spread so deep that it warps even the basic meaning of the tenets of their Order. And the children, of course, simply do not understand the meaning of war.
Jedi, soldiers, and citizens.
In the end, even Anakin.
None understand that to call Obi-Wan’s perfection effortless is to diminish the ceaseless war in his heart to the absence of challenge in the first place.
Obi-Wan has been fighting to overcome himself from the moment he first saw the Force.
It begins, as you might expect, before he even enters the Order.
Hello There! I just wanted to thank everyone for their overwhelming response to my first little bit fun with Ahsoka and Tiny BB! Obi-Wan. (That is totally his name now and no one will convince me otherwise.) I am so, so humbled by all of the lovely comments and tags and reblogs you’ve given me and I cannot thank you all enough!
And now, we return to our previously scheduled Adventures of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan!
“I’m sorry. What did you say your name was?” she sputtered in shock.
If it was possible, the boy in front of her looked even more crestfallen than before, his blue eyes darting off to the side as he hunched his shoulders defensively and bowed his head. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Yes. Ahsoka decided she was losing her mind.
Or maybe this a dream? Or a Force vision? Yes! Let’s go with Force vision. But what is the Force trying to tell me?
And why did this tiny version of Master Obi-Wan look so terribly depressed?
“It’s nice to meet you, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka finally said, returning his bow with one of her own. “Where were you headed in such a rush?”
Obi-Wan seemed startled at her kind words and looked up at her, his wide blue-grey eyes doing that squinting thing Master Obi-Wan’s did whenever Anakin was trying to pull a fast one over him. It was almost comical coming from a child half her age.
Comical and heartbreakingly familiar.
“I was on my way to saber practice with Master Drallig,” Obi-Wan sighed, apparently deciding that Ahsoka was to be trusted. “I’m afraid I shall be late now. Master Drallig will be most displeased with me.”
Saber practice? With Master Drallig? Then that meant…
This is the Temple. I’m in the Temple. On Coruscant. This is a vision of the past. Of Obi-Wan’s past.
But why was the Force showing her this?
“Why don’t I go with you and explain it to him?” Ahsoka offered, a smile on her face. “If it hadn’t been for me, I’m sure you would have been right on time, right?”
Obi-Wan bit his lip and looked off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back as he rocked on his heels. “Ah… well, to be perfectly honest, Master Ahsoka, I am already tardy for my instructions.”
“How late are you?” Ahsoka asked, incapable of believing that Obi-Wan Kenobi could be late to anything, let alone to a class on lightsaber instruction. Anakin, yes, but Obi-Wan? Never!
Obi-Wan frowned. “Class started fifteen minutes ago.”
“Fifteen minutes ago?” Ahsoka echoed, shocked. That did not sound like the Master Obi-Wan she knew. “Why are you already so late?”
And why do you still look so sad?
Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan managed to get out a pained but polite answer. “I was talking with Master Sinube and he can be a bit… loquacious. It would have been terribly rude of me to interrupt him! He is a very wise master and I… eh-hem. And now I am even more late, Master Ahsoka.”
Then Initiate Obi-Wan did the same thing that Master Obi-Wan did when it was clear he was done explaining himself: he pulled his hands from behind his back, set his chin, and nodded solemnly. When she had been younger it had been intimidating at first, then amusing and now, to see the origins of that little head nod on such a small boy, it was positively endearing.
“Well then at least let me go with you to explain my part in this whole mess,” Ahsoka smiled, a soft and affectionate laugh following her statement. “Where is the class being held?”
“In the Northern Solar Room,” Obi-Wan explained, marching forward and his head held high. “And thank you, Master Ahsoka, but you need not impugn your honor on my account. I, alone, am responsible for my actions. I chose to offend Master Drallig’s sense of punctuality and I should pay the price for it.”
Ahsoka shook her head, a feeling of warmth and affection for this tiny version of her master’s master suffusing the Force. “I think my honor can take the hit, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan looked back at her, one eyebrow arched in skepticism. He gave her a long look with those clear blue-grey eyes before he came a conclusion and shook his head. “As you wish, Master Ahsoka.”
Some doodles of my new OC. A VERY spiritual Jedi named Jeresan Noor. He see people enveloped in shimmering light that gets stronger the stronger they are in the force. He has heard a Calling song in the force since he was a child that will turn out to be an ancient map.
He was a part of the Temple Guard, but the Calling he’s heard since his youngling years was getting too distracting that Cin Drallig sent him out to follow it.
He was killed at the Jedi Temple during the attack by Darth Vader and the 501st.
Form III (Soresu, the Way of the Mynock, the Resilience Form) is the third lightsaber form created for combat. It was developed in response to Form III’s lack of blaster deflection and the increase of blaster technology across the galaxy. Soresu is mainly used to create a absolute defense and relies on tight minimalist moves. Thanks to this, the user is able to conserve energy and continue fighting for an extended period of time. It is believed that a master of the Soresu form can defend himself/herself from up to 20 shooters and several lightsaber welders. The only drawback with Soresu is the lack of mobility and the lack of offensive capabilities. Notable practitioners of Form III are Darth Zannah, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Barris Offee and Luminara Unduli.
“This Form maximizes defensive protection in a style characterized by tight, efficient movements that expose minimal target areas when compared with the relatively open styles of some other forms” - Cin Drallig
this wasn’t one of the star wars prompts but a friend and I were talking about lightsaber duels today and I wrote this
dojo observation balcony was packed to capacity, masters and padawans pressed
shoulder to shoulder, younger initiates jumping up on tip-toe and crawling
through forests of legs to get a better view by the railing. No one dared try
and spectate from the dojo floor itself. Whether this collective decision was
made out of respect or sense of self-preservation, no one could say.
of them had known about the duel until about an hour ago, when the fight had
begun. But whether by word of mouth or sense in the Force, Jedi from all over
the Temple, from initiates to High Councilors, had trickled in to watch. The
exhibition did not disappoint.