Mistaken Identities: Who’s that padawan!? It’s...!
seemed that no matter what that Obi-Wan Kenobi, who is a Jedi Master
and a General in an ongoing civil war throughout the galaxy, had a
rather unlucky habit of losing those he cared about or
Honestly, I should have expected this, he sighed as he continued down the temple hallways during the bustling of younglings during a day full of lessons, She is so very small, I should have expected I’d have a hard time finding her in the crowds. So much for trying to surprise her with my return. He had it planned, but he arrived to the learning halls a bit behind schedule and, alas, he hadn’t been at the class of his tiny eleven-year old padawan before it had been released.
And thus, he lost her before even finding her! It was hard to surprise someone when there’s a chance they’d see you before you saw them.
One of the few times in my life I’m actually the tallest of those around is the one time I wish not to be. The ginger male huffed a sigh. His spirits soon lifted, however, as he seemed to spot his padawan—long and brown ponytail, and tan-scale padawan clothes—kneeling down and adjusting one of her brown boots. She also was not facing towards him, so that meant he could have a chance to still surprise her after all.
He got to her just as she stood, turning around, raising her face to look ahead of herself… and both were equally shocked. He with raised eyebrows and she with a yelp of shock as the tablet she had in her hands went flying into the air.
Obi-Wan stared, dumbfounded, as the girl who was most certainly not his padawan scrambled while stumbling backwards to catch her tablet before it crashed to the ground. She did manage to catch it, but the poor thing almost went head first into the ground but thankfully he managed to fall out of his partially frozen state just in time to catch her.
“I am sorry, young one. I did not mean to startle you–” with steadying hands on her shoulders he made sure the girl was alright, looking over her feet to make sure she hadn’t harmed them in her stumbling– “I thought you were my padawan and, well, I was trying to surprise her with my homecoming. It was my mistake.” His apology was genuine despite his confusion as he watched the girl straighten out her tunics.
It shouldn’t have been possible though. The man pondered, slight crease furrowing his brows. It’s easy to mistake physical features, sure, but the sensation of Force Aura shouldn’t have been possible to mistake. It was true. His and her student’s teaching bond was not always opened, so they relied on aura sensation to find each other once he returned home from the Temple. He had done that reaching, the signature dim in response but he figured she may have been practicing her shielding as she was often to do by cause of her empathy that otherwise easily overwhelmed her. How did-?
“It’s alright, Master Kenobi. I
should have been paying attention to my surroundings.” The girl’s
voice pulled him from his thoughts, causing his focus to return to
her as she bowed low in greeting, “I am Padawan Gensen, and I have
to say it’s a nice surprise to get to meet you in person.” She rose
back up, smiling at him and he felt his lips return the grin.
He nodded his head in return with a grin still in place, “It is nice to meet you as well, young padawan. Is Gensen your first or last name, young one? If we are to meet again I would hate to accidentally speak in a familiar manner.”
“Oh I don’t have a last name yet, Master. I’m of the planet Danan by birth, and I haven’t chosen my final name. Calling me Gensen is perfectly fine.” The girl replied with another smile and he found his own eyebrow arch slightly in a much more welcomed surprise than before.
He had known that there was
another sensitive born of that planet in the Temple whom was an
infant in the Creche, but he hadn’t ever realized that there was
another from there who seemed close in age to Edie. “Truly? Well
that is something. My padawan is from there as well.” In the back
of his mind gear were working, he moment away from asking the young
one who her Master might be so he could try to arrange training
sessions for the girls together so they could interact with someone
of the same birth culture.
His mental rambling were once more cut off, however, by the girl’s voice, “Your padawan that you mistook me for?”
“Long brown hair, pale skin, short, and a bit foofy just like me?”
Foofy? He had not heard that term used before, and the longer he looked at her similarities seem more so almost in more than just appearance, for there was an exuberance in her signature and he noted the pitch of her voice was a little deeper than Edie’s. So with an arched eyebrow he nodded his head once more, his mind beginning to wander back to how it shouldn’t be possible to mistake a Force Signature you’re familiar to with someone not the owner.
For the third time, his mental wanderings on the oddity were once more interrupted by the short girl—a small handful of inches taller than Edie by reaching his shoulder rather than his chest—as Gensen puckered out her lips slightly, nodding, and then took a step toward him.
“If you still want to surprise her, Master Kenobi…..” The girl reached out her hands, looking up at him for permission before putting one small hand on his forearm, the other on his middle back, and nudging at him to turn.
(It was out of decorum, sure, but he found himself endeared by the seemingly natural, good-nature sass and playfulness in the action.)
“….Then I think you still have the chance. That is her, right?” He was indeed staring at his padawan in the short distance, her back to him much like Gensen’s was and though the back of his mind began pondering on the odd similarities once more, he smiled on the outside in genuine glee
it certainly is!” He could not mask his joy at all and her turned,
about to thank the padawan he had startled and, perhaps, request if
he’d like to meet Edie—they were born of the same world, after
all—but she was… already gone. Lost off into the crowds and
slipped away from sight. His brows furrowed as he found that unusual.
It wasn’t a common occurrence that any youngling, no matter their
ranking in the Order, would walk away form a Master or a Knight
without properly excusing themselves.
The excited voice, one he knew this time, pulled him form a fourth mental revere and he beamed as he soon found himself receiving a tight, warm hug around his middle from his tiny padawan. They had recently gotten to such a level of physical affection that she was comfortable with and, well, no one could blame him for this hug being the longest they’ve shared so far; he had been gone almost a month. So he wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders and the other hand he rested on the top of her head.
“Hello there, padawan mine. I hope you don’t mind my choosing to surprise you over messaging you that I was returning slightly early?” At the exuberant ‘Of course not, Master!’ he felt his smile widen more.
quickly fell into focus on nothing but his padawan, for he only had
two days planet-side before he’d have to leave for his next shipping.
It wasn’t until those two days passed and that he was a few hours
into traveling away from Coruscant—the mixed troopers of the 212th
socializing, roughhousing, and taking bets on Anakin and Ahsoka’s
silly competitions and duels—that he recalled that meeting with a
girl who reminded him, in essence and appearance, of his tiny
Obi-Wan returned to Coruscant with Anakin and Ahsoka less than two weeks later and were due to be home for several weeks. However, no matter how many times he walked Edie to and from her classes in the padawan-section of the schooling area of the Temple… he never saw that girl, Padawan Gensen, again.
Quite possible she and her Master were shipped out. He rationalized, not noticing the ping of negativity the Force sent his way as he, his former padawan, his current padawan, and his former-padawan’s-current-padawan headed out into the nightlife of Coruscant to go to Rex’s diner.
He decided that if he ever managed to catch sight of the girl again he’d try and arrange a meeting for the two girls then but, if not, he wouldn’t dwell on it.
Notice: The name “Gensen” is not this OC’s canon name! (The only ones who know it are myself and the fabulous @markwatnae) So if you wish to tag her as anything, then tag her or anything about her as “lonely padawan au”. (Why this is being called such a thing is all to be revealed in due time! *cackles*