General Kenobi, Sith Obi-Wan, living in solitude Obi-wan, Obi-Wan in any form.
“General?”
“Yes, Co— 24?”
CC-2224 let the slip of whatever the General had started to say slide.
(Co— what is Co— so familiar, out of grasp, Co— please you need to leave, I need you safe plea— shh, go back to sleep. -dy)
It wasn’t his place to correct him. “We are still establishing control over the airspace. Please keep inside until safety protocols are instituted, Sir.”
(it’s not safe, go, I need you safe please— sleep or we will make you)
The General sighed. “Of course, 24. I’ll be along in just a moment.”
CC-2224 saluted, caught the General looking at him over his shoulder. Yellow burning eyes.
(Shouldn’t they be… sleep blue reboot)
His head is jerked. He jerks his head.
“Stay with me for a minute, Co— 24.”
(Co—? What is Co— so familiar, out of grasp)
He had duties to fulfill, he didn’t have time nor the inclination to watch, what was it, the planet’s sun rise over the distant mountain range. “Yes, Sir.” Fell into parade rest and pretended to not notice the General’s hands shaking. It wasn’t his place. Good soldiers follow orders.
for @elwenyere