Forward-ho:
After a long silence, where Obi-wan hovered the speeder in a dark corner, he turned and looked over the ten younglings he'd been able to save. That was a lot of kids. He didn't particularly like children. But they were his to save from the Dark Side.
So he swallowed, raised his chin and said, "We're going to the Lower City, ground level, where few people will know how to find us. I know someone there who can help us." Whether or not they WILL help us depends.
"Will they help us?" Kenya, the girl asked. "Apparently Jedi aren't the most popular people in the universe these days." Several of the other Padawans, two of them her best friends nodded at her wise question.
As she scrunched up her face, dark hair falling into it, he knew he couldn't lie to them. While they were ten different children, ranging from those unpicked to be Padawans, and those too young for more than basic training, they had proven themselves to be great fighters and powerful people. They had to be to survive. "I hope so. If they don't things will be… difficult."
None of the Younglings remarked on the difference between 'he' and 'they' but at the time, they probably supposed that it wasn't too important, perhaps a slip on the part of Master Kenobi. Kenya, the most mentally strong of the group, and Breck, the most physically strong of the group seemed to become the leaders for the other eight children. They organized them into groups, gave instructions, and made sure no one was hurt.
As the speeder (A/N: speeder, little transport thingy, just not like the one in Episode II that they jump out of, bigger) touched down in the Lower City, Obi-wan took into account the surroundings, and possible safety level.
It was dark, being only lit by the torches and rubbish-bins on fire. The buildings were all dirty and few people walked around. It was a place that inspired silence. Nothing grew in the cracks in the pavement and nothing was happy. The world was tinted red down here. The people walked by, making long shadows in the already dark alley. None of them spoke, just continued on their way. The only women about were of – questionable morality – and wearing very little clothing. Rats scurried away as the eleven people walked to the door that Kenobi led them to.
He knocked three times and stepped back. The black iron door opened and someone shot a blaster. It hit right where Obi-wan had just been standing. Someone's eyes widened. The door opened fully now, and the blaster carrying figure stepped forward. As it moved out into the dim light, the scene it saw was this. Obi-wan Kenobi, master of the Jedi was standing on the stoop looking apprehensive. Flanking him were a boy and a girl, each holding up a smaller child. Behind them were six other children.
It vanished into the building, leaving the door open. The wayward group followed, their Jedi shoes making little noise on the tiled interior.
"Where are we?" asked a small piping voice from the back. Just then, the lights came on, illuminating the room. It was a small tiled entrance hall with stairs rising up to where the blaster-person was.
She, for it was a she then said, "You are in a wayhouse for the unwary. I own it, and live here. How long will you be staying?"
"Maliana, pleasure," interjected Obi-wan before the small child could shrink further into himself. "Where is Doc?" At his words, so businesslike, but also caring and worried, her face, with its' slight Oriental cast tightened. Her hands involuntarily gripped the blaster handle tighter.
"He's … dead."
A flash of worry crossed Obi-wan's face. This was not a good development to his hasty plan.
I'm sorry about the whole lack of updating thing. I forgot what happened so I had to rethink it, and then I had to go on vacation. Thank you all you people, reviewers and whatnot. It was supposed to be longer, but I'll actually update this time not wait hours and days. Things will begin to happen, people will realize not everyone is dead. What I'm saying is, the plot will thicken.
Did anyone else think that the Alec Guinness Kenobi and the Ewan McGregor Kenobi don't really seem like the same person? I guess twenty years alone in the desert'll do that to a person.