Shawn Kenobi

The stolen E-wing dlashed through hyperspace on a course for Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. Shawn was constantly thinking of what he had seen on Yavin , a Jedi formerly a twi'lek turned into a human, a young woman who appeared to be the leader of the Jedi runnign around like a child. The thoughts were so confusing he just put them at the back of his mind before he went insane trying to figure it all out. He was just glad to be going back home, though not necessarily happy to be back with the Jedi. Over the trip his ill feelings towards the Jedi had returned and it still disturbed him that they were even crossing his mind. What in the blazes is wrong with me... However he didn't think of it for more than a moment as the ship dropped from hyperspace above the bright city planet.

He sat up on the bed and brought his new hand around to the front of his chest. It looked a little out of place, but that would be only temporary as Master Skye said. "Thank you very much for your help, I'm glad we got to meet eachother once again. Always good to know a good doctor when your line of work often involves injury." Shawn slid off the operating table and allowed his bare feet to touch the floor once he as sure he could stand without help. Her smile was ever present, it was very lifting to have someone in a good mood around you. For quite a while after the operation he felt as if some of her happiness had migrated to him. He walked once again into the back room and was greeted with a fresh pair of robes on the table. His old tattered torn and scorched ones were nowhere in sight, and he didn't mind a bit. He was glad to find Master Skye had even mended the Force-pike wound much better than the medical droid. Putting on the new robes made him feel like he was a new person, even when the only new part was about 1/30th of him. The 'leesh' of the Jedi Order didn't come back when he was finally fully clothed; his physical and mental wounds finally mending. The lightsabers quickly fell into place like five great weights on his belt, he hoped soon to lose atleast two of them and return to his balanced three. Before walking back out to thank Skye once again before he left he stared at his new hand; moving the fingers and attempting to hear its near noiseless operation. "Doesn't even feel like its fake, like it belongs here on my arm and the real thing was a faulty component." After a few moments he finally walked out to find Master Skye back into her own robes and finishing up the sterilization process. "Once again I must thank you for the new arm and the repairs to my wounds, you do the best work around this galaxy. I'll be sure to let it heal before I allow myself to train with it. Although I'd love to stay here to heal and train just like I did in the forest on Borleias, I sense you have much to do." Shawn bowed and turned to walk out of the ship and towards his own he turned back to her. "I will not reveal the location of this place, I understand your need for partial privacy. Again, thank you. I hope to see you in the future." Slowly he walked down the ramp of the ship and onto the grass, his soon-to-be-returned E-wing not far away. He knew Skye had much to do and he wouldn't be another burden around here. T3 began to beep frantically as he approached and climbed the ladder slowly, making sure to avoid any injury to his healing hand. Climbing in he closed the hatch and began to power up the ship. In the distance he could still see the two 'children' in the grass, one of the looked familiar but he put it out of his mind. Within moments the E-wing lifted off from the ground and blasted off into the atmosphere.

His eyes suddenly opened from the blackness of unconciousness, the lighting overheard forcing his eyes to adjust. His vision remained blurred as he tried to ascertain his surroundings, though his brain was telling him it hadn't changed since the last time he was awake. Soon he became alert, a slight pain was in his arm running all the way down his left arm and into what he presumed to be fingers. They tingled as if liking their new home. His body was slowly returned to life, as if his 'on' button had been pushed and his systems were going through diagnostics to make sure he was all there. Fortunately now his brain was telling him everything was, left hand and all. He was about to make a movement to sit up but he remember how much doctors loved to stop patients from doing so. "Well that was a fun trip down unconcious street, and I think I feel a new apendage. As I expected quality and quick work Master Skye, may I get up ?"

"How could I forget..." Taking the wash and the gown he walked towards the shower down the hall, the sterile fields giving his skin a slight shock as he passed through. This probably wasn't the first time he has had to do these types of things for doctors. But his busy life traveling the galaxy had erased many of those memories; personally he didn't mind it, he was living a far different life now. Walking into a changing room before the showers he first took the many lightsabers in his possession off his belt and began to place them on a nearby shelf. First his uncle's chrome traditional saber, followed by his two Ilum crystalline ones, then the Sith's which he kept as a temporary heirloom, and finally the Jedi's whom has fallen to the Sith lord he had killed. So many hilts and I would imagine they would each tell a great story if they had been given a mouth. Taking off his robes proved to be a greater challenge, missing a hand it soon became a battle in itself. The pain of his arm was flared up at this moment, stirring memories of his battle only hours ago. He was suprised to see the ammount of battle scaring they had taken, but he was glad he had changed back at the temple; his old set would have been soaked in his own blood from the would covered by the stitched up hole in his stomach and back. The shower was as quick as he could make it, considering he was enjoying being given a chance to get clean after all that had happened. He still had blood stains going down his legs that he hadn't noticed before. Just as the dirt and grime and all other contaminants washed down the drain. Drying off he donned the medical gown as he looked at his robes. For once in a very long time he was suprisingly happy to be out of the Jedi attire. It was strange to him really, he had done all this to become a Jedi and he was happy to be free if only for a mere hour of the organizations touch. He couldn't quite understand why he was happy, but the emotion was there nonetheless. Walking back out and through the sterile fields again he joined a quite prepared doctor. "I am ready, Master Skye."

Shawn walked along as they moved toward the familiar ship. He would be recieving a new hand in the very place his former master had obtained a new arm. However Armiena had decided to make a custom prosthesis, he would simply go with what he could get. "Thank you for your expediency Master Skye. I do not wish to be a burden for more than I have to." He paused for a moment as he studied the fellow Jedi that walked along beside them. He remembered the name from the last time he was among Skye on Corellia; but the face, the body, and what he could sense was completely different than what he remembered. After pondering what occured to Raziel for a moment he turned back to Skye with a question. "I pride myself on my ability to be ambidextrous with my lightsaber, and I would like to know; is there is any loss of functionality in the latest models? I'm afraid I am far from an expert on them."

The E-wing came out of hyperspace into the secluded Yavin system, the enormous red gas giant planet and its moons in his view. Particularly the jungle covered Yavin IV was close, obviously the destination he was looking for. "Well, this place sure is out of the way. No wonder Master Skye likes it here; living on a planet that is listed destroyed has its advantages." Grabbing the control stick he began to pilot the ship into the atmosphere of the moon. The strain of flying with a missing hand through the turbulence was hard on his right arm again. He was glad that soon his left arm would be restored, hopefully to full functionality. As he crossed over the forest landscape he saw a craft landed on the surface, and he could sense Master Skye's presence from their last meeting. "T3, set us down next to that ship." The E-Wing settled down into the plain and the hatch opened; Shawn had quite the time climbing out. His feet were glad to be on solid ground again, and his eyes were glad to catch the sunlight and trees. In the distance he could see Skye, as well as a few other figures. Obviously she was very busy, but not being a complete and total stranger would probably help ease the meeting. "Master Skye, it is a pleasure to see you again. I seem to have come during rush hour, I am sorry for that." He grasped the wrapped stump he had for a left arm, everything from slightly above the wrist was gone. "I need a new apendage from an injury in the temple. Sith happens I suppose."

T3-N0 woke his master with a swift succession of klaxxons and beeps throughout the cockpit. Shawn was slow to return to animated life; he had slept for hours in the coldness of space somewhere far from Coruscant. "T3, play the message for me." Shawn, I received a message from Fynn Relmis that you required my attention. The co-ordinates to my location are embedded in this message. I shall see you when you arrive. Master Organa. "Well our wait has paid off, I'll have to thank Fynn for this one when I see him again. T3, punch in the coordinates and take us to there." The droid came to life as it spun up the ship's hyperdrive engines, seconds later the stolen E-wing was flying through hyperspace.

Shawn's right arm was relieved to finally be in space, the near frictionless vacuum removing the strain. He was very tired from his ordeal and was happy to be off the planet, away from the battle. Soon he hoped to have a new hand, he trusted Fynn to uphold his promise to at least contact Master Skye. Nearly beginning to fall asleep from his exhaustion Shawn issued a few orders to his droid. "T3, I need you to make a few random hyperspace jumps after you disable the Alliance homing beacon. Fynn wouldn't like it very much if we brought unwanted guests." He paused for a moment as rubbed his irritated arm. "When the ship intercepts a communication on our priority channel wake me up with a klaxon. It should be Skye." Soon he slipped into a long sleep as his astro droid flew the ship into hyperspace.

The new and improved Jolian Tru raced through hyperspace towards the raging battle on Coruscant. R4 pushed the new hyperdrive to its limits, probably putting on a new top speed on the specifications. In his personal quarters Shawn meditated preparing for battle. It was the first time he would likely openly fight against a Sith. He foresaw that they would show themselves eventually. The Empire making a sneak attack and leaving the Jedi in a status of confusion was just begging for the Sith to attack. If all went well, as strange as it sounded, he would be there to stand by his friends and fight 'til the last in defense of the order. Armiena was also on his mind, his former master and friend was being taken away across the stars. After this battle was over he would do his best to find her and the one who decided it would be a fun idea to run off with a hostage.

Out of an attempt to speed up the process of stripping the guts of his Corellian freighter Shawn relied on his abilities in the Force. Two crimson purple blades swung through the ships plating as the pieces dropped to the ground. The internal framing and working soon were visible all over the hull. Luckily most of the framing had survived the attack, thanks in part to the very armor that was destroyed. All that had to be done was remove the bolts, which luckily didn't take all that long when all the armor squeezing them into place was missing. Soon a fairly good sized pile of durasteel bolts lied on the dirt floor. R4 signaled him to view the holonet monitor. "Good job, we have the address for that vendor Tajo mentioned. I see you found the conduit and wiring I need. Send a comm and request it be delivered asap, if he requires it I'll pay for speedy delivery. I want to be out of here as quickly as I can; we need to get back in the fight... R4 I'm going to have a talk with that vendor Malac; do what you can inside to strip out the systems we will be replacing." Shawn wiped his hands with a rag and walked off into the streets of Mos Eisley; the address on a pad in his hand. Not much had changed here, it was still sandy, it was still red and orange, it was still a hive for scum and villainy. Some would say that's a good thing. Soon he came across the building on his list, a big orange building of permacrete just like the rest, with the exception of a giant pile of parts visible behind it. He walked in, as with most places around here a business counter was before him with a scruffy looking older man. "Malac I presume?" The man quickly replied, "You got it, what can I help you with young man?" "I hear word you have in your possession five high output versions of the model SST-1506 Kuati shield generators. As well as approximately 100 dual layer dualloy hull plates." Malac staired back, "Well, you did your reasearch didn't you. Only Tajo knew I had that high quality stuff lying around in the back lot. I'm gonna send him a comm, he should be able to clear this up." The old man punched in a short message and sent it over the holonet to Tajo. Within a minute the old man had his answer and extended his hand for a shake, which Shawn gladly accepted. Malac laughed and guided him back towards the lot; speaking as they went, "Tajo wrote highly of you, said I should give you a nice deal on this high quality hardware. I think I will; but that doesn't mean it's cheap for you, kid. Tajo said you only had credits, but I tell you what. You give me all the scrap from your ship; from what Tajo said it should pay for it in the end, we'll call it even." "Thank you sir, you've been a good help." Thought Tajo said I would have to trick this guy to get the parts I wanted. He was probably just kidding around, which is fine by me. He looked over the merchandise, it was pretty high quality indeed. Especially for a place like Mos Eisley. Tajo had pulled through and got him a great deal, the Empire would have a fully armed ship to deal with when he was ready to go back. "Can you have this stuff delivered to bay 94 in one hour? I should be ready for them by then." The old man smiled, "Sure kid, whatever you want. But I have a favor to ask of you. I have an old astro droid that needs a good home, he's on his last leg if you get my drift. He could use a good new owner that can take care of him, you up for it?" "Sure, I could always use another droid. My astro droid has almost nobody to talk to when im off on some foolish crusade every other day." With another handshake the deal was done and Shawn returned to his docking bay. R4 was using his leg jets as he flew around cutting and unscrewing. Parts literelly fell and flew from the ship as the little astro droid worked its hardest. "Well, haven't we been busy. R4, keep it up, I'll start moving all this scrap to a pile for pickup when our parts arrive." For the next thirty minutes R4 did his work on the ship, while Shawn dragged and lifted the scrap with ease to a now giant pile near the big cargo door where the parts would arrive. The Force was making Shawn a partial superman as he lifted the heavy parts across the docking bay. Soon, the cargo door opened as Tajo walked up and shook his hand. It didn't take long for him to make Shawn sign the order forms. "Thanks again Tajo, I'm the one who owes you now. Just place the parts over in that clear area. By the way, thought you said Malac was going to require some tricking." Tajo didn't even speak, he simply laughed as he walked over the the small train of flatbed repulsorlifts that dumped off his parts at Shawn's requested destination. The new parts weren't exactly sparkling and new in condition, but that would change. "Ok R4, get over there and sort through the parts, clean them up best you can. Don't want to have half our ship loaded down with sand." Shawn went over the work his little R4 unit had done, which was suprisingly well done. Almost over done, the astro droid had not only removed the scrap parts, wires, and conduits; he had grinded down the frameworks to their original clean finish. He let out a small laugh as he joined R4 at the pile of parts. Malac soon arrived with the shield generators and pallets of ship armor plates. The little astro droid was with him, it sure was broken down; but he would fix that eventually. "Thanks again for the parts, and the droid. I'm sure R4 will be happy to have someone to talk to besides the ships computer." Malac shook Shawn's hand once again before he left, "You are very welcome young sir. I hope everything goes well; you better not get my parts blown up on one of those crusades." "You and me both..." Shawn turned back to his work, as R4 lifted the new hyperdrive into position as he secured it with durasteel bolts. Over the next hour the shield generators, sublight engines, stabilizers, communications array, and reactors were bolted into position around the superstructure. Tajo even supplied four anti-personnel turrets that were installed to supplement the heavy turrets fire. Shawn and his two droids marveled over their work as they awaited the arrival of the conduit and wire. He took some time to work on the new droid to clean it up, it's tag read T3-N0. "Hmm, Teno, I like it." Shawn was happy when the last vendor finally arrived. The twin suns were beginning to set on the horizon; and he didn't want to stick around any longer. Conduit and wire after conduit and wire went into place linking the new systems to power. The void that was the superstructure of his YT-2400 was now filled with connections and machinery. Most of it looked and probably was old; but coming off a rock of dust part yard nobody could expect otherwise. "Now for the hull plates. R4, start putting them in place; I'll follow and bolt 'em down." Shawn grabbed a pouch of duralloy bolts and began to secure the suprisingly shiny dark grey duralloy plates into position. Some had to be 'negotiated' to fit the framing but in the end, it looked pretty good. From Shawn's perspective it was like he had a whole new ship; even if most of the parts were old. "R4, its time to get out of here. I think we made some records repairing this old beast. Get inside with T3 and bring all the systems online, slowly." Shawn waited outside until all the systems had been spun up, everything appeared to be working. No mysterious noises or electrical sparking, and for once the annoying stabilizers weren't rattling. The whole ship radiated a new ship smell as he walked inside, which had mostly remained the same. A few panels had been fixed here and there, but it was still the same old cosey ship. "R4, contact air traffic control, tell them we are departing. Also, send this encrypted letter to Tajo and Malac; it's a thank you." Shawn turned to work on his new astro droid Teno, it was as Malac said; the droid had been neglected but not unloved. The old man simply couldn't keep up maintenance. You could tell it was friendly by it's nature, if R4 wasn't busy they would probably be introducing one another. Over the comm speaker came the signal from Mos Eisly control, "The Jolina Tru is approved for departure, thank you for your stay." "Let's be off then shall we. R4, set course for Coruscant at maximum speed, test out that new engine." Without a second lost the Jolian Tru flew as fast it's new engines could out of Mos Eisley and into the atmosphere. Soon the dances of light from hyperspace flooded the viewport. Hopefully helping his friends was only a few hours away, and hopefully he wouldn't be too late.

"May the Force be with you as well." He uttered to the craft that flew away into the stars. Coruscant was where he wanted to be at the moment too, but the confusion achieved by the attack forced him to stay put. He was distracted when his astro droid began to whistle from the ramp. "So, Tajo has replied. Wonder what he has to say." Shawn turned to walk inside his ship, the cargo containers slowly but surely being moved into another docking bay. His mind was concentrated fully on getting his ship back into the fight. Suprisingly he almost felt like he was a coward for running from the fight. Quickly he reassured himself that he didnt have a choice, he was given information and he acted. Soon the message from Tajo was on his screen, their symbol of friendship as the header. He began to read the letter. "Shawn, good to hear from you after so many years. I see you must still have that bantha poodoo for a ship. Maybe we can change that with some parts I think. Speaking of which I just so happen to have most of your list with a few exceptions. The shield generators and the outer hull plates I can get but I don't have them. Maybe you and your tricks can get me some influence, if you get my drift; have your droid look up Malac Tro-Do. The one thing I don't know where to locate is the replacement conduits and wiring for your systems in the bulk you require. Have your droid interact with the local holonet, I'm sure it can find some. I can have everything ready in a few hours and I'lll send it over personally. Don't worry about the cost, pay me when you can. -Tajo." Shawn was happy that Tajo had remembered him, it had been many years since they last talked. Ironically they met in a bar fight in the local cantina; he still had a scar on his leg. "Well R4, get into that holonet and find me some conduit and wiring as per the list. Find me that vendor with the shield generators and plating too; I'll pay a visit to him once you find the address. Maybe using the Force to get me some parts is pushing the rules, but I don't think anyone out here will mind." Shawn walked down the ramp with R4, who quickly drove himself to the holonet terminal at the docking entrance. He carried with him a large box of tools, from which he pulled out a bolt remover and a crowbar. The clank and racheting of tools began to echo around the hangar as he stripped off the charred and blackened hull.

"Fynn, I thought I sensed you were running around here." He smiled for a moment before turning to a more stern look. "There was an attack on Coruscant, the whole Faust Memorial turned into a trap. A few jedi were killed in the struggle, but a few were captured; including Master Ara and Armiena. I tried my best to help any survivors at the sight but found none. All I ended up doing was massacring some storm troopers." He continued their discussion as the dock foreman finally began to move the crates from his bay. It would probably take a while considering there were a lot of them. He turned back to Fynn as the sound of the cargo lifters became intensely loud. "My ship which was getting pounded by the seemingly endless legion of storm troopers so I fled. My comm recieved the temples evacuation and regroup signal, but I couldn't make it to the coordinates with the damage I had sustained. So, knowing a parts dealer or two out here I decided to stop in and fix the problem. As it turns out I think I will be here for a few days, it looks like a complete overhaul." Shawn looked to his companions whom he didn't recognize. He could sense they were Jedi as well; not that he knew many more Jedi at all. "So, who are you friends here? And what exactly are you doing here on this rock?"

Shawn's Jolian Tru blasted out of hyperspace after a journey from Coruscant. The hyperdrive was shot, along with another half of his ship. He had a lot of work ahead of him once he actually got on the planet. "R4, contact Mos Eisly air traffic and request docking clearance." Within moments his astro droid let out a few bleeps as the landing information and parking license appeared on his screens. Skillfully he quided the beaten and battered YT-2400 into the docking bay. Before he got out to inspect the damage he gave a few instructions. "R4, locate a part vendor named Tajo Lumar. He's an old friend, should have most of the things I need. Also, get a hold of the dock foreman; tell him to get some guys in here and clear out these cargo areas asap. We are going to need some room for parts." With that he lowered the ramp and opened the hatch; as he walked down he took a deep breath. Out of his shirt he pulled a pad and began to write down what he though he would need. The poor hull would need to be completely replace; it could probably be sold for scrap. The heavy turrets seemed in good enough condition with the exception of a few conduits that needed replacement. If Tajo had some spare weaponry that was useful he might get an upgrade. His list soon became enormous as he began to rip off the exterior maintenance hatches. Inside was simply a charred mess, he was feeling very lucky that he made it back. "Oh well, I always wanted to overhall this piece of junk. Now I don't have a choice; it won't fly if I put it off." He returned to the cockpit as he went over the list, lucky for him Tajo owed him and not the other way around. "R4, any luck?" On a screen the droids beeps and whistles turned to text. Tajo was still in business, doing petty well for a spare part seller. That was a good sign; a very lucky sign out here on this desolate rock. However the dock foreman was being a little stubborn, but had agreed to clear half of the crates. It would have to be enough. "Alright, we are in business. Good job R4, now upload this list and send it to Tajo, with this symbol as the signature. He'll get the message; unless he forgot." He stood thinking for a moment; he sensed that other Jedi were running about on Tatooine. In fact in the very city of Mos Eisley; who they were he didn't know, but he intended to find out. "R4, broadcast a low band hail on a Jedi frequency. Broadcast it out to the city limits only; I don't need bad company following me here with a dead ship."

The Jolian Tru flew through hyperspace on a journey to Tatooine. Shawn sat in the pilots seat frustrated over his inability to do much of anything at Coruscant other than mow down some storm troopers. He pulled out some tools as he worked on his astro droid R4-C4. Carbon scaring and rust abound were slowly and precisely removed. "I bet you're loving this aren't you. I haven't ever cleaned you before have I? I shouldn't have neglected my only companion on half my journeys." Shawn hoped his newfound appreciation for R4 made up for his neglect. As an engineer he thought of the artificially intelligent robots as tools; but being out in the world he realized otherwise. Armiena among others treated their droids like family, he decided it was high time he did the same for his old assistant. "Well, there you go. A little polish and you should look good as new." A round of beeps and whistles assured him that R4 was happy to be rid of the excess weight. Without losing a beat the astro droid popped open many of its hatches and extended its wore out and rusted tools. Shawn laughed and went back to work. Today he had been defeated and his friend had been captured; not to mention Coruscant was once again in shambles. He thought of his parents, which he hoped would be fine. Through all this at least he was occupying himself with the only friend he had with him. Hopefully in a few hours they would arrive on Tatooine, and hopefully his connections from years past could get him some good deals on parts.

"You have no idea how good it is to be back here." Shawn commented as Misal Draygo worked on his bleeding gash. He knew he was in good hands. He cringed a few times while she cleaned the wound, although it was quite necessary. Knowing what had caused it and what it had been in contact with assured him of that. "Remind me to keep my distance from any future vornskr I may encounter. I don't like scars all over my body." He tried to keep himself busy during the small procedure of healing. But in the end he was completely relaxed, his body too tired to care of any pain. The past days events passed through his mind, everything had happened fast; almost too fast for his liking. Today had really felt like it had put his training to use, and for the first time he had combined almost everything he had learned without struggling or having to think about it. For that, he was proud of himself. To Coruscant they would go apparently, he had hoped to enjoy the forests calm scenery for a little longer. Apparently business as usual was going to keep them from some rest. However the thought of running into some straggling mercenaries didn't much meet his fancy, on second thought he wanted to get far away from here; and quick. Before long Misal was done, his wound was a clean and closed line on his chest, running from his shoulder halfway to his waist. It would be a reminder of this day, and of why he needed to pay attention in fights. He went to his own private quarters, where he had spent quite a few years away from home. So much time he could probably call this place home if his heart didn't tell him it was back on Coruscant. Before his eyes shut he considered, maybe he should pay a visit to his family; they probably wouldn't recognize him. "So many years..."