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Avoiding Politics the Obi-Wan Kenobi Way

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 Obi-Wan couldn’t ignore the flashing light of the incoming comm signal for a moment longer. Though she’d muted the blasted thing it flashed continuously, from the second she exited yet another hyperspace jump and only briefly cutting off when she jumped again.

Amongst other causes, her frustration with the tiny light was also due to exhaustion. Obi-Wan had been jumping for nearly a standard week, nearly from the second she’d heard of the formation of the New Galactic Empire.  More specifically, once she’d heard of its formation, who had orchestrated the coup, and that the entirety of the former GAR was now focused on locating one Obi-Wan Kenobi, Master and High Councillor of the Jedi Order.

The only breaks she’d taken were to refuel and for sustenance. Twice, she’d nearly been captured by Clone Troopers, but had escaped without harming any of them. To be fair, they had not been trying to harm her either. Thankfully, she had yet to run into any soldier from the 212th. If confronted by her own men, Obi-Wan might have just outright surrendered rather than run from Cody, or even Anakin’s Rex.

The part of Obi-Wan that wanted a good night’s rest and to go home eventually won out over stubborn refusal to deal with what had happened and what the new Empire was requesting of her. She was docked at a remote spaceport on the Outer Rim, where no one was likely to bother her, though recognition was still, as always, a distinct possibility.

The messages she was likely receiving were likely not only from the Empire. At least a few had to be from the Jedi Council, trying to contact her for their own reasons. She should check them, should find out what was going on. There was only so much information news holos could accurately give her.

Obi-Wan sighed, rubbed her forehead in an attempt to ease a headache, and jabbed the indicator light with more force than necessary. Immediately, the comm connected to a live channel, the subject at the other end hazy, but still visible. Obi-Wan tried to ignore how the figure perked up and smiled at the sight of her.

“Empress Amidala.” Obi-Wan bowed her head slightly, though her voice was as neutral as possible. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”