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[#107] One Orbit of a Soul (Star Wars: Rebels)
Theme Prompt: #107 - Afterlife
Title: One Orbit of a Soul
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Kanan knew he was going to join the cosmic Force when he died. He didn't exactly know what that would be like, but his teachers didn't warn him that Hondo Ohnaka would be there.
Death, yet the Force. That was the wisdom of the Jedi; Kanan was going to join the cosmic Force when he died. He didn't exactly know what that would be like, but his teachers didn't warn him that Hondo Ohnaka would be there.
Kanan centered himself—no fire, no heartbroken faces-- rough wood grain beneath his palms, a rocking motion, the strange ancient craft creaking as it journeyed through wherever this was among stars and light. He was leaning against the side of the boat, and his neck ached as if he had been sleeping in that position for a while. But the last thing he remembered was...
“Yes, yes, you are dead,” Hondo said from the helm. He turned around and sniffed, looking him over through his goggles. "Even so, you do not look so good."
"Why are you here?" Kanan asked. He sat up straight; his head pounded, like he had been drinking on this cosmic pirate boat with Hondo instead of… dying.
"Who were you expecting?" Hondo asked.
“No one," Kanan answered. "And everyone."
Hondo groaned and made a tsking sound. He let the wheel go and sat down on a nearby wooden bench. “You are one of my favorite Jedi, don't make me change my mind with those sayings that say nothing."
"Does this mean you're dead too?" Kanan asked. "That's something, I guess."
Hondo laughed. "Not yet!" he said. "But I will be, and so, I am here for you now." He pulled something out of his coat pocket; a pair of dice.
Kanan peered over the side of the boat. They were floating on nothing but a warm glow. And above them was a hazy swirl of stars – the galaxy. He gripped the wooden railing as his stomach did a flip, like he was going to fall upward into it. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"Nowhere and everwhere," Hondo said in a mystical voice, mocking him. He rolled the dice on the bench.
Kanan grit his teeth. "Either bring me to where I'm supposed to be or turn us around, I am not staying on this boat with you."
Hondo gestured over the side of the boat with his thumb. "Don't you recognize your cosmic force, Jedi? That is where you are supposed to be."
Kanan had imagined colorful nebulae. He even thought about that as the clouds of flame had engulfed his vision. But the peaceful warm glow under the boat made sense. What did not make sense was the boat and this conversation.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He needed to think clearly. "Death, yet the force," Kanan murmured.
“Hmm, yes,” Hondo said thoughtfully. Then, "Speak softly, and drive a big tank."
Kanan sighed. "Emotion, yet piece."
"Been there, done that," Hondo said. "Will not do that again without half up front."
Kanan turned and glared at him.
"What?" Hondo spread his hands. "I thought we were exchanging words of wisdom."
Kanan joined him on the bench. Hondo rolled the dice again. "So what are we doing floating above the cosmic force?" Kanan asked.
“Well, Master Jedi, you won the game." Hondo picked up the dice and pointed at him. "You have beaten the endless tedious cycle of going back and forth and back and forth. Oh-ho, your Master Windu would be so proud. So proud.”
“You mean…" Kanan frowned. This was getting into some Jedi lore that he barely remembered. "I was one with the Force the moment I died."
Hondo nodded. "Yes, my friend."
"Even so…" Kanan looked over the side of the boat. "I'm supposed to be part of the cosmic force, not outside of it. I need to jump in, don't I?”
"That is what you should do, yes," Hondo said. "But you are a special Jedi. That's why it pains me so when you repeat those vague phrases."
"You're saying I have a choice," Kanan said.
Hondo left the dice on the bench, and stood to take the ship's wheel. "So, my friend. What will it be?"
#
Kanan awoke to Hera's smiling and tearful face. Different tears than last time.
His last look at her would not be filled with tears of horror and pain.
The rest of his family poured into the small ship cabin and awkwardly piled onto the cot to join the hug. Even Chopper rolled into the side over and over again in joy, with a metallic clang each time.
"Riding home naked on the back of a Loth-wolf.” Zeb clapped Kanan on the back. "That was an entrance."
Kanan had no idea if that had actually happened, but he wouldn't doubt it at this point.
"Every time I think I understand the Force…" Ezra said, then he trailed off and hugged Kanan and Hera again.
"It's good you're awake," Hera said, composing herself. She sat up straight and patted his hand. "We're about to make a rendezvous."
"I called in a friend," Ezra said, with an awkward smile. From the near identical eyerolls of Sabine and Zeb, Kanan knew who it was.
Everyone filed out to let Kanan rest, but he changed out of his pajamas and pulled on some clothes that were still in his drawers. They hadn't cleaned out his cabin. Like they knew somehow.
Sure enough, Ezra's friend Hondo had come aboard and was already filling the cockpit with grand gestures and a dangerous idea. The pirate trailed off as Kanan entered.
"Master Jedi!" Hondo said. He squinted. "Since when have you been able to see, and are those doctors looking for investors?"
Kanan smiled. "Since I came back from the dead." He flipped a credit chit into the air, which Hondo caught before it started to fall.
"You know, it was a long trip, and this does not cover expenses," Hondo said.
Kanan grinned and clapped him on the shoulder before taking his place in the copilot seat at Hera's side.
They had a planet to liberate, and a war to win.
Title: One Orbit of a Soul
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Kanan knew he was going to join the cosmic Force when he died. He didn't exactly know what that would be like, but his teachers didn't warn him that Hondo Ohnaka would be there.
Death, yet the Force. That was the wisdom of the Jedi; Kanan was going to join the cosmic Force when he died. He didn't exactly know what that would be like, but his teachers didn't warn him that Hondo Ohnaka would be there.
Kanan centered himself—no fire, no heartbroken faces-- rough wood grain beneath his palms, a rocking motion, the strange ancient craft creaking as it journeyed through wherever this was among stars and light. He was leaning against the side of the boat, and his neck ached as if he had been sleeping in that position for a while. But the last thing he remembered was...
“Yes, yes, you are dead,” Hondo said from the helm. He turned around and sniffed, looking him over through his goggles. "Even so, you do not look so good."
"Why are you here?" Kanan asked. He sat up straight; his head pounded, like he had been drinking on this cosmic pirate boat with Hondo instead of… dying.
"Who were you expecting?" Hondo asked.
“No one," Kanan answered. "And everyone."
Hondo groaned and made a tsking sound. He let the wheel go and sat down on a nearby wooden bench. “You are one of my favorite Jedi, don't make me change my mind with those sayings that say nothing."
"Does this mean you're dead too?" Kanan asked. "That's something, I guess."
Hondo laughed. "Not yet!" he said. "But I will be, and so, I am here for you now." He pulled something out of his coat pocket; a pair of dice.
Kanan peered over the side of the boat. They were floating on nothing but a warm glow. And above them was a hazy swirl of stars – the galaxy. He gripped the wooden railing as his stomach did a flip, like he was going to fall upward into it. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"Nowhere and everwhere," Hondo said in a mystical voice, mocking him. He rolled the dice on the bench.
Kanan grit his teeth. "Either bring me to where I'm supposed to be or turn us around, I am not staying on this boat with you."
Hondo gestured over the side of the boat with his thumb. "Don't you recognize your cosmic force, Jedi? That is where you are supposed to be."
Kanan had imagined colorful nebulae. He even thought about that as the clouds of flame had engulfed his vision. But the peaceful warm glow under the boat made sense. What did not make sense was the boat and this conversation.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He needed to think clearly. "Death, yet the force," Kanan murmured.
“Hmm, yes,” Hondo said thoughtfully. Then, "Speak softly, and drive a big tank."
Kanan sighed. "Emotion, yet piece."
"Been there, done that," Hondo said. "Will not do that again without half up front."
Kanan turned and glared at him.
"What?" Hondo spread his hands. "I thought we were exchanging words of wisdom."
Kanan joined him on the bench. Hondo rolled the dice again. "So what are we doing floating above the cosmic force?" Kanan asked.
“Well, Master Jedi, you won the game." Hondo picked up the dice and pointed at him. "You have beaten the endless tedious cycle of going back and forth and back and forth. Oh-ho, your Master Windu would be so proud. So proud.”
“You mean…" Kanan frowned. This was getting into some Jedi lore that he barely remembered. "I was one with the Force the moment I died."
Hondo nodded. "Yes, my friend."
"Even so…" Kanan looked over the side of the boat. "I'm supposed to be part of the cosmic force, not outside of it. I need to jump in, don't I?”
"That is what you should do, yes," Hondo said. "But you are a special Jedi. That's why it pains me so when you repeat those vague phrases."
"You're saying I have a choice," Kanan said.
Hondo left the dice on the bench, and stood to take the ship's wheel. "So, my friend. What will it be?"
#
Kanan awoke to Hera's smiling and tearful face. Different tears than last time.
His last look at her would not be filled with tears of horror and pain.
The rest of his family poured into the small ship cabin and awkwardly piled onto the cot to join the hug. Even Chopper rolled into the side over and over again in joy, with a metallic clang each time.
"Riding home naked on the back of a Loth-wolf.” Zeb clapped Kanan on the back. "That was an entrance."
Kanan had no idea if that had actually happened, but he wouldn't doubt it at this point.
"Every time I think I understand the Force…" Ezra said, then he trailed off and hugged Kanan and Hera again.
"It's good you're awake," Hera said, composing herself. She sat up straight and patted his hand. "We're about to make a rendezvous."
"I called in a friend," Ezra said, with an awkward smile. From the near identical eyerolls of Sabine and Zeb, Kanan knew who it was.
Everyone filed out to let Kanan rest, but he changed out of his pajamas and pulled on some clothes that were still in his drawers. They hadn't cleaned out his cabin. Like they knew somehow.
Sure enough, Ezra's friend Hondo had come aboard and was already filling the cockpit with grand gestures and a dangerous idea. The pirate trailed off as Kanan entered.
"Master Jedi!" Hondo said. He squinted. "Since when have you been able to see, and are those doctors looking for investors?"
Kanan smiled. "Since I came back from the dead." He flipped a credit chit into the air, which Hondo caught before it started to fall.
"You know, it was a long trip, and this does not cover expenses," Hondo said.
Kanan grinned and clapped him on the shoulder before taking his place in the copilot seat at Hera's side.
They had a planet to liberate, and a war to win.
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