Obi-Wan Kenobi works alone. As a ‘Jedi’ General and A ranked agent of the ‘Jedi Order’ he has a reputation to uphold. He doesn't have time for attachments. But that's just what he wants them to believe. Having never known his real parents the closest he had was a fellow agent, Qui-Gon Jinn. When he was killed in action, Obi-Wan was pushed from rank B to A, giving him the responsibility of finding a partner to teach. Not long after, with the whole Council hounding him about it, he finds someone. Qui-Gon Jinn had (absolutely not illegally through a slavery ring) acquired a young child who had no known (living) family. Anakin Skywalker. The only problem? Obi-Wan can wave goodbye to his peace and quiet, for good.
They stop outside of a nondescript building, a crooked neon sign exclaiming ‘Dex’s Diner’. There were windows lining either side of the door with wooden planks nailed diagonally across them with just enough space between them to let warm light seep out. To the right, bins filled to the top with refuse lined a small alleyway, the car Obi-Wan and Anakin had arrived in parked next to them.
“Welcome, to the Jedi Order.”Obi-Wan says, pushing the door open dramatically. Loud music and chattering floods out. Anakin pushes past excitedly, taking in the bright lights and the large crowd of people, only to stop dead in his tracks a mere couple feet into the building.
“The mighty Jedi Order, secret base of the Keepers of Peace, is a pub?”
Obi-Wan nods, a smile on his face. He had had the same reaction when he had first been introduced to the 'Secret Base'.
“But Mr Jinn always made it seem so magical, like it was the best place to be in the world. I thought it'd be more than this, it's not even a good pub.” he moans, running to catch up Obi-Wan as he made a beeline for the bar. Obi-Wan smiled down at the young boy, ruffling his hair. Soon he wouldn't be able to do that, the boy was due another growth spurt any time, this one sure to boost his height well past his own.
“What can I get for you two gents?” the bartender asks.
“Two Bacta Bombs please, and a Jawa Juice.. Anakin?”
“Do you have Bantha Milk?”
“We sure do, I'll bring it over in a few moments for you” they replied, disappearing behind the stand.
Anakin turned to Obi-Wan. “Mr Kenobi? Surely we didn't just come here to drink, what are we here for?”
“You'll find out soon enough Anakin, patience.” Obi-Wan replies, a bemused smile on his face. The music changes suddenly and Anakin watches as someone walks away from a large jukebox in the corner of the bar, next to the tables. He notes the bright blue and green hair that most of them have and that they all seem to be in long plaits down their back. He turns back to Obi-Wan, “Who are they?”
Obi-Wan follows his gaze and smiles, “They would be the Twi’leks, the most prominent gang in this area. Don't worry, you'll learn all about this soon,” he adds, noticing Anakin's confused look, “Ah, here's our drinks.” he says, turning back to the bar and downing his Jawa Juice in a few mouthfuls. He also grabs two dark blue coins that had been left next to their drinks, ushering Anakin to finish his milk.
“Obi-Wan!” a loud voice yells from behind the bar. Anakin jumps, spilling some of the blue drink over his jacket and glaring down at it in annoyance. He turns to look at the newcomer greeting Obi-Wan like an old friend. “Hiya Dex.” Obi-Wan replies, a small smile on his face as he meets the other man for a hug, seemingly oblivious to the questionable stains on the man's apron. The man hoists his trousers up, smearing more ...something… over them as he turns his focus onto Anakin.
“And who is this young fellow, hmm?” Anakin downs the rest of his milk like he saw Obi-Wan do and places the empty glass back onto the side.
“I'm Anakin Skywalker.” he says confidently.
Obi-Wan smiles to himself, the boy was already headstrong and confident, both traits that could help or hinder in his, their, line of work. “I'm showing him the ropes so to speak. Oh, I love this song!” Obi-Wan said, smiling as the songs change again, “See you soon Dex.” He says, giving him another hug and successfully hiding his disgust as his new jacket got covered in food juices...again.
He gestures to Anakin to follow him and heads to the jukebox in the corner, passing Anakin one of the coins. “Are you ready to see the real base?” Anakin nods excitedly, clutching the coin tight in his fist. He knew that the orders secret base couldn't have just been a dirty old pub! He watches carefully as Obi-Wan puts the coin into the jukebox, where you would put real money to change the song, and then suddenly disappears.
Anakin blinks, unsure if he had missed something. The floor had disappeared beneath Obi-Wan and swallowed him up. He took a deep breath. This certainly seemed a lot more like what Mr Jinn had been telling him about. He takes another step closer to the jukebox and puts the coin in.
The floor opens up beneath him and he falls, quite literally, into his new life.