OK, so before I continue, I just wanted to address something that's been bugging me from Star Wars: The Clone Wars. There was recently an episode on Mandelore with Duchess Satine's "nephew" in it. If you haven't watched it, I recommend you check it out at especially if you are an Obi fan, because the nephew not only looks like our favorite hero, but he does the whole chin rub thing that has become synonymous with Obi-Wan. Watch it and make the decision for yourself, it's probably just me over thinking the whole thing, but seriously take a look. I have a feeling the animators are totally messing with us on this! "I look forward to your letters!"

AndrossKenobi: Good, I'm glad you're still wondering about that. I want you guys to be questioning why my characters are acting in this way. I love the idea of first impressions not necessarily being that revealing about someone and if Kenobi has been hiding his true nature for the last ten years, just who else is doing the same kind of thing?

Jango re-plotted their course to the planet's surface, trying to find a secluded spot to set down that wasn't too far from the main city complex. He knew the planet quite well from previous visits, but this was the first time he had had to hide his approach. The ship had sustained heavy damage from the drone encounter and he hoped it would make it to land fall in one piece. As they approached the outer atmosphere those hopes were dashed.

Blaring alarms broke out throughout the cockpit as the plasma began to build up around the craft. The ship began vibrating strongly as he tried to maintain control.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed. "Why is nothing ever easy!" He fought the controls, but the craft had begun to spin. Realizing the danger of this free fall, Kenobi dug deep inside himself and began to extend his force consciousness around the ship. He clenched his eye shut, focusing on his task completely, blocking out the sounds from the cockpit. The sirens, the creaking of the metal framework, the circuits frying, all was blocked from his awareness as he slowly began to position the craft so that what was left of the heat shielding was protecting the habitable section of the ship.

"Jango, get Boba to a containment cell and strap him in, then get back here, I'll need you." Although his voice was barely a whisper, Jango made out every word with crystal clarity and he guided Boba back to the cells.

"But, Dad – " began the boy.

"Not now, Boba," and he secured his son in the cell, knowing the impact would be significantly dampened by the time it reached that part of the ship. He raced back to the cockpit to witness Kenobi sitting stock still, right hand raised, fingers outstretched and ever so slightly rotating in sync with the rotation of the ship.

"I'm back," he said, not sure if the Jedi was aware of his presence or not.

"Take the controls. Once we're in the atmosphere, try to slow us down." Again the voice was so quiet, yet so clear. He immediately sat and grabbed the control stick, testing that it responded to his movements. Once they broke through the top layer of atmosphere, the super heated plasma dissipated to be replaced with billowing tendrils of smoke that enveloped the view screen. The claxons finally getting on his nerves, Jango hit the mute button on the control panel while yelling "shut up!"

He let loose the flaps that extended out of the ship. The turbulence grew as the left side flap sheared off and Kenobi strained to keep the ship level as the ground came up to meet them.

"Get back there!" he hissed to Jango, the desert floor now visible and he wrapped a tendril of force around the flailing right flap to stabilize it and the tumbling ship.

Jango hesitated, but a glare from Kenobi's half open eye had him leaving the cockpit to secure himself in a cell.

The craggy mountains lining the valley they were heading for raced passed as Kenobi made one last effort to reduce their speed with a force push out towards the sand. Touch down threw his concentration off completely and as the craft toppled end over end, he could feel the stew he'd had with Boba rising in his throat.

/Keep it down, keep it down, keep it down/ he repeated over and over in his mind quickly as he was continually jostled. They must have come to the base of one of the great mountains because there was a sudden final impact that stopped their progress and Kenobi was slammed into the left wall, smashing his head into the cabin wall. Sparks were flying, this time inside his head. It took him a moment for those sparks to stop spraying through his vision and he realized he had slumped forward in the restraints. He gingerly raised his hand to his head and felt the gash oozing blood that was now sliding down over his face.

His hearing came back slowly, starting with a low rumbling that increased to obvious yelling. He released the straps and immediately fell to the view screen that was now below him. Picking himself up, he looked up to see the way back to the cells above him and the ship hatch that had been pulled from the ship allowing the bright light of the Geonosian sun to flood the ship.

He could hear Jango and Boba pounding on their respective cells and realized they were trapped. He quickly began to climb up to them using the cockpit chair to reach up through the cockpit. Boba's cries were becoming desperate, so he made for his cell first. He could see the boy pounding on the side door, grabbing at his throat. The air supply must have been compromised and the child was suffocating. The door and enviro-controls panel had been ripped off, so Kenobi calmed his breathing and with a tendril of force, reached for the internal release. The trigger twitched for a moment and then flipped open and the door released. Boba fell forward and Kenobi managed to hold him up with one hand while the other grasped an exhaust pipe that had become exposed.

"Can you climb up and out?" asked Kenobi breathlessly.

"Dad!" exclaimed Boba, struggling against the Jedi. They were in danger of toppling back to the cockpit, so Kenobi shook the boy and sent him a mental slap, which had the child staring at him with shocked eyes. He immediately regretted the move, but he'd had no choice.

"Boba," he began, gently but firmly, "I'll get him out, I promise, but you must climb out so that I can do that."

They stared at each other for a moment as Boba regained his composure, convinced by Kenobi's words. He looked around for hand holds and began pulling himself up to the open hatch. Kenobi returned to the locked cells, Jango's struggles frantic and weakening. Once again he focused on the internal workings of the door, this time finding the connection sheared and the circuits twisted out of position. It was taking too long to manipulate the mechanics, so he tested the cell door, hoping he could sense the frequency of the material as he had with the window in Padme's suite. He motioned to Jango to move back from the door and placed his palm against it. Digging even further into his growing connection to the force, he began the simple vibration that began to build on itself until the shattering point of the material. Once shattered, he punched through the shards and heard Jango gasp in several breathes as the fresh air rushed in.

"Can you make it out?" he asked, already pulling himself out of the way and Jango nodded as he began pushing through the door with his booted foot.

Kenobi headed out the way Boba had gone. The lad shot his hand in to help him out as he approached the hatch.

"Careful, it's pretty rough round here, I snagged my arm on piece of twisted shielding over there." He indicated the offending ship part as he pulled Kenobi up.

Once out, Kenobi turned back to help Jango, who appeared the least injured of the three of them now. The three of them found it easy enough to slide and crawl of the side of the ship and sat on the orange sand that had piled up around the side of the craft on impact.

"Well," said Kenobi breathlessly, "that was an adventure!"