"A red blade out of his hand?" Obi-Wan repeated, and he tried to imagine what kind of power someone must have had to be able to accomplish a feat like that. It definitely sounded like it was linked to the Force, though he knew such an ability wouldn't be found in a true Jedi of the Light. No, it sounded rather...Sith-like, to be honest.
"You might not be in the clear," Obi-Wan told him. "There are other schools of thought behind the Force, as well as other, darker orders not affiliated with the Jedi." He paused, frowning a little. "Who is this man? He's not here at Landel's, is he?"
"I'm not buyin'," the scarred man had said. "I said I was looking for a bargain. See, the way I see it? Everybody's got a gimmick of some sort; mine's a little more flashy than most people's, but that's that. And believe it or not, but I'm a good boy here." A wide, almost innocent grin. "I want to get out of this dump and take my buds with me, which means I'll have to rub elbows with bunches of people just to see who's gone where and done what."
Obi-Wan paused at this, and he carefully studied the man (which wasn't so difficult considering his uncomfortably close proximity). His reasoning sounded valid enough - it was, in essence, what Obi-Wan himself was trying to do. Perhaps he'd been wrong to judge him too quickly. They were all in this mess together; there was no reason to act so cold towards him. In fact, Obi-Wan almost felt bad for the way he'd behaved earlier.
He was opening his mouth to apologize when the scarred man spoke again.
"To put it another way...I thought that you, with a clone of death and doom, in that order, would have been halfway competent and figured something things out. If you haven't, then shoot, I'll let you get back to your snoozing. No skin off my nose either way."
The Jedi's mouth clamped shut, and he had to fight down the surge of frustration that briefly washed over him. He knew this man was trying to bait him, and he couldn't let himself fall for it. Briefly closing his eyes, Obi-Wan tried to release his negative emotions to the Force.
"I've only been here for three days," Obi-Wan told him after a brief moment, keeping his voice calm and controlled. "This facility obviously has a lot of unseen technology that's more advanced than what a lot of people here are used to. It'd be unreasonable to think anyone could find a way out of here so easily. Right now, patience is the best tool we have in collecting any information we need."
He gazed up at the other prisoner, managing a small smile in spite of himself. "We'll find a way out of here. I can't promise when or how, but we'll get out of here one way or another."
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"You might not be in the clear," Obi-Wan told him. "There are other schools of thought behind the Force, as well as other, darker orders not affiliated with the Jedi." He paused, frowning a little. "Who is this man? He's not here at Landel's, is he?"
"I'm not buyin'," the scarred man had said. "I said I was looking for a bargain. See, the way I see it? Everybody's got a gimmick of some sort; mine's a little more flashy than most people's, but that's that. And believe it or not, but I'm a good boy here." A wide, almost innocent grin. "I want to get out of this dump and take my buds with me, which means I'll have to rub elbows with bunches of people just to see who's gone where and done what."
Obi-Wan paused at this, and he carefully studied the man (which wasn't so difficult considering his uncomfortably close proximity). His reasoning sounded valid enough - it was, in essence, what Obi-Wan himself was trying to do. Perhaps he'd been wrong to judge him too quickly. They were all in this mess together; there was no reason to act so cold towards him. In fact, Obi-Wan almost felt bad for the way he'd behaved earlier.
He was opening his mouth to apologize when the scarred man spoke again.
"To put it another way...I thought that you, with a clone of death and doom, in that order, would have been halfway competent and figured something things out. If you haven't, then shoot, I'll let you get back to your snoozing. No skin off my nose either way."
The Jedi's mouth clamped shut, and he had to fight down the surge of frustration that briefly washed over him. He knew this man was trying to bait him, and he couldn't let himself fall for it. Briefly closing his eyes, Obi-Wan tried to release his negative emotions to the Force.
"I've only been here for three days," Obi-Wan told him after a brief moment, keeping his voice calm and controlled. "This facility obviously has a lot of unseen technology that's more advanced than what a lot of people here are used to. It'd be unreasonable to think anyone could find a way out of here so easily. Right now, patience is the best tool we have in collecting any information we need."
He gazed up at the other prisoner, managing a small smile in spite of himself. "We'll find a way out of here. I can't promise when or how, but we'll get out of here one way or another."