At Home
Sim left Obi-Wan alone in the cabin that night. He couldn't quite imagine what "work" she had to do, but she hadn't explained and in the end he felt a little better with her gone anyway. At least, he could relieve himself as much as needed without her laughing. He looked about the two room home. Small but cozy. No decorations, just weapons all over the walls, in stacks in the corners, tools of the bounty hunter trade. His eyesight wasn't really any better, but getting close to the walls he could make out any number of various weapons. Some he was sure Sim had re-worked, mostly making them even more dangerous or powerful. Depending on Sim's mood, she might've done anything to them. What surprised Obi-Wan most, some were of a make or from some place he couldn't even begin to name. 'Over the years,' he thought, 'she's been everywhere.' And he wasn't quite sure how that made him feel. Finally, when the urge to go had let up, he gave up the thought of waiting on her and fell asleep. Somehow certain that he was completely safe, in a way he only felt when he was deep in the Force. With that comfort in mind he drifted off.
*****
"Hey, it's party time!"
"What?"
"The wedding, ya' dope."
"I really don't...."
"Which is exactly why you're going! Come on, it'll be fun."
"Every time you ever said that it usually caused trouble."
"I know." And Sim pulled Obi-Wan to his feet. "Aren't you totally excited." She made her eyes ridicuously wide. Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh. Then he stopped, remembering himself, his duties.
"Sim, I have to get back..."
"Stop it! Just for once don't!" She nearly shouted. "Obi-Wan, please. One night..a little fun."
"Night?!" He said stunned.
"Yes, you've slept all night and day."
Obi-Wan rubbed his head. His stomach growled.
"See, you're hungry. There'll be food and lots of it."
Obi-Wan realized that he could see plainly now.
"It worked."
"Hmmm?"
"My eyesight is back."
"Well, of course." Obi-Wan began to notice that though Sim looked tired around her eyes, she had dressed beautifully for the occasion and he felt a slight unease. Her hair for once flowed loose and long, shining black. Her light blue dress was actually plain, no ornamentation, with a mantle over the top in a slightly deeper blue shade but he had never seen her look more femimine.
"What have you been doing?" He asked, remaining in bed.
"Cleaning up the Imperial cruiser."
"Huh?"
"Things to clean up, re-work, secure." Sim shrugged and sat beside him. She smelled sweet, like flowers and Obi-Wan felt so many questions about how she knew so much about Imperial ships die away as he looked at her. "We'll leave first thing in the morning." She cocked her head to one side and looked him in the eye. Obi-Wan's eyes darted away, but he nodded his head.
*****
"Those darts can pierce any armor I've ever come across." Sim began. Obi-Wan watched the small boys practicing with their thin reed-like instruments that projected the darts with such speed and accuracy he was amazed and certain he never wanted to be on the receiving end of one. "There'll be contests by age for sure after the ceremony. Women aren't allowed!!! Then again, I've faced one Katontl and don't care to do it again, the men begin training from childhood to track and kill them for food. No matter how delicious they might taste, they're ferocious and their exoskeletons could make the greatest shield protectors ever."
People were everywhere laughing and dancing. Obi-Wan felt his spirit lift lighter than it had been in a long time. "Look," Sim pointed, "that's the leg of a Katontl." Obi-Wan watched the huge chunk of meat turn over a massive fire. It took five Malorean men working at the grilling process and that was just for the leg. "Well, have fun." And Sim danced off entering a ring of women about a bonfire. Obi-Wan was suddenly slapped on the back and greeted with a long string of Malorean. Though he tried Basic, his new friend just laughed and pulled him to one of the many tables loaded with food and drinks.
Sim left Obi-Wan alone in the cabin that night. He couldn't quite imagine what "work" she had to do, but she hadn't explained and in the end he felt a little better with her gone anyway. At least, he could relieve himself as much as needed without her laughing. He looked about the two room home. Small but cozy. No decorations, just weapons all over the walls, in stacks in the corners, tools of the bounty hunter trade. His eyesight wasn't really any better, but getting close to the walls he could make out any number of various weapons. Some he was sure Sim had re-worked, mostly making them even more dangerous or powerful. Depending on Sim's mood, she might've done anything to them. What surprised Obi-Wan most, some were of a make or from some place he couldn't even begin to name. 'Over the years,' he thought, 'she's been everywhere.' And he wasn't quite sure how that made him feel. Finally, when the urge to go had let up, he gave up the thought of waiting on her and fell asleep. Somehow certain that he was completely safe, in a way he only felt when he was deep in the Force. With that comfort in mind he drifted off.
*****
"Hey, it's party time!"
"What?"
"The wedding, ya' dope."
"I really don't...."
"Which is exactly why you're going! Come on, it'll be fun."
"Every time you ever said that it usually caused trouble."
"I know." And Sim pulled Obi-Wan to his feet. "Aren't you totally excited." She made her eyes ridicuously wide. Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh. Then he stopped, remembering himself, his duties.
"Sim, I have to get back..."
"Stop it! Just for once don't!" She nearly shouted. "Obi-Wan, please. One night..a little fun."
"Night?!" He said stunned.
"Yes, you've slept all night and day."
Obi-Wan rubbed his head. His stomach growled.
"See, you're hungry. There'll be food and lots of it."
Obi-Wan realized that he could see plainly now.
"It worked."
"Hmmm?"
"My eyesight is back."
"Well, of course." Obi-Wan began to notice that though Sim looked tired around her eyes, she had dressed beautifully for the occasion and he felt a slight unease. Her hair for once flowed loose and long, shining black. Her light blue dress was actually plain, no ornamentation, with a mantle over the top in a slightly deeper blue shade but he had never seen her look more femimine.
"What have you been doing?" He asked, remaining in bed.
"Cleaning up the Imperial cruiser."
"Huh?"
"Things to clean up, re-work, secure." Sim shrugged and sat beside him. She smelled sweet, like flowers and Obi-Wan felt so many questions about how she knew so much about Imperial ships die away as he looked at her. "We'll leave first thing in the morning." She cocked her head to one side and looked him in the eye. Obi-Wan's eyes darted away, but he nodded his head.
*****
"Those darts can pierce any armor I've ever come across." Sim began. Obi-Wan watched the small boys practicing with their thin reed-like instruments that projected the darts with such speed and accuracy he was amazed and certain he never wanted to be on the receiving end of one. "There'll be contests by age for sure after the ceremony. Women aren't allowed!!! Then again, I've faced one Katontl and don't care to do it again, the men begin training from childhood to track and kill them for food. No matter how delicious they might taste, they're ferocious and their exoskeletons could make the greatest shield protectors ever."
People were everywhere laughing and dancing. Obi-Wan felt his spirit lift lighter than it had been in a long time. "Look," Sim pointed, "that's the leg of a Katontl." Obi-Wan watched the huge chunk of meat turn over a massive fire. It took five Malorean men working at the grilling process and that was just for the leg. "Well, have fun." And Sim danced off entering a ring of women about a bonfire. Obi-Wan was suddenly slapped on the back and greeted with a long string of Malorean. Though he tried Basic, his new friend just laughed and pulled him to one of the many tables loaded with food and drinks.