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"They want you to look at something."

"Not now, Obi-wan, I'm feasting."

"You've been feasting for the last hour. Surely your highness could spare a few of your precious minutes to indulge our hosts."

"Servitude is definitely not improving your attitude, master. You really need to work on that."

"Spare me… now for the final time, my very young and impudent former padawan, come and look at this. I don't think these people are known for their patience."

"Perhaps they should learn some."

"Now, Anakin."

"Okay, okay. No need to growl."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"It's a homing beacon."

"I haven't told them exactly what it's capable of, but they seem to have the general idea."

"Do they know it's damaged?"

"I'm not sure."

"…"

"…"

"What's he saying?"

"I'm not certain, but I think he's proposing a trade of some sort."

"He wants to give it to us?"

"That's the idea, I think."

"What for? Is there a catch?"

"I'm communicating through hand gestures, my friend. It's a little difficult to pick up on things like 'catches'."

"Right. So, do you have a guess as to his motives?"

"Honestly? I think the chief is pretty straightforward. It seems like he just wants a simple trade. I think he understands that this will help us get home and wants something in return."

"What does he want?"

"…"

"Oh this is priceless. I take back what I said earlier. I'm telling this story."

"This isn't funny."

"Au contraire, my dear Obi-wan. This is hilarious."

"This is ridiculous. I'm proposing a different trade."

"Like what? Are you going to offer him his coat back? Maybe your own raggedy tunics? I'm sure he'll be very impressed with an offer like that."

"Oh shut it. This is not good. What if something happens on the way back and we need to defend ourselves? What then?"

"What happened to trusting in the Force?"

"I am not just handing over my lightsaber, Anakin."

"Well that's just rich. You have no problem auctioning mine off, but when it comes to getting us a way off the planet you decide to form an attachment with your own blasted lightsaber. I never knew the connection ran so deep."

"There is no attachment. Jedi don't have those."

"Right. I guess what you said before was just pretend then."

"No – Anakin… I meant what I said, but… oh, blast it."

"…"

"…"

"You know, I could have just ordered you to hand the thing over and things would have gone a bit smoother. If we had done much more of this, I think he might have taken to beating you."

"The privileges of subjugation, I suppose."

"Don't even start. Your disciplinary measures crossed the line plenty of times with me."

"What's the fun in being traditional? Besides, I picked up much of my creativity from my own master. Trust me when I say that you got off easy."

"Whatever. Tell them we're leaving. I should have this thing up and running in an hour or so."

"…"

"I say we get at least ten miles from here before setting up camp. They still give me the creeps."

"As far as natives go, they were some of the nicer ones."

"Deception. It's all deception. They have both of our lightsabers, plenty of spears, and enough fluffy coats to smother us in our sleep."

"Ah yes, but you have the fluffiest coat in the tribe, so I daresay they wouldn't dream of attacking you."

"Of course not. I was simply warning you of what's to come."

"Must I remind you that we are no longer playing the part of servant and shaggy-haired chieftain? I am not some poor underling that you can sacrifice on a whim. If worst comes to worst, I will be the one wearing the fluffy coat."

"Gee thanks, master. You're such a loving brother."

"Always, Anakin. How's it coming?"

"The tranceiver's all out of whack, but it's fixable. It'll just take some adjusting."

"Perfect. What are the chances of us being home within the next couple of days?"

"Things are looking up."

"I guess I'll do some hunting tonight. See if I can find us some tasty delicacy to roast."

"As long as it's not large and slimy, I'm fine with that."

"That was the first and last slug I am ever eating. Qui-gon clearly had a stomach made of durasteel."

"…"

"…"

*A few hours later…*

"How does this look?"

"Fine. Any signals yet?"

"Not yet, but it's only been going for about an hour."

"Fair enough. I'll go find some food. Why don't you get a fire going?"

"What happened to the rules of survival?"

"It's cold, Anakin. If I'm going to die, I'd rather it not be by hypothermia."

"Good point. Okay, you go kill dinner. I'll make sure to think of a song we can sing before we go to sleep."

"I am not singing songs around the fire. We are not younglings."

"Oh come on, master. No one will ever know. Besides, look at that sunset. If that doesn't inspire you to sing, nothing will."

"I am not – well, okay. It is beautiful. Fair enough. I'll go get dinner, you think of a song. And not some ridiculous, cheesy song either. You want to sing about a sunset, then it better be respectful."

"Is this a Qui-gon thing too?"

"No. This is an Obi-wan thing that rubbed off on Qui-gon. It wasn't all top down, you know."

"Oh. Cool."

"Yes… I'll be back."

*Later…*

"I've got ground squirrels!"

"Seriously? I thought for sure you were going to come back with a large leaf full of crunchy insects or something, but actual meat?"

"Ye of little faith. Of course I found meat. Now hand over the coat. I am freezing."

"Here. The fire's pretty hot, so you won't need it for long. I figured we could sleep on it."

"Fine. Did you think of a song?"

"You're actually going to sing?"

"Why not? This place does have a kind of beauty to it, don't you think?"

"Aside from the natives…"

"Get over it. So. The song."

"Right. Well, I don't know if you'll know it…"

"You can teach it to me."

"You really are going to sing, aren't you?"

"Stop being ridiculous, Anakin."

"It's just... I don't know…"

"Don't be embarrassed. A man should be thankful for small mercies, don't you think? We're fighting in a war, but right now there aren't any droids, blasters, or tanks rolling towards us. Heck, we don't even have our lightsabers. If this isn't peace, I don't know what is. It deserves a song."

"I just never thought… you're always so uptight."

"I know, and I apologize. It's been a long few months."

"Right."

"So what's the song?"

"Well, my mother used to have this book of poems. We would make up our own tunes, because they weren't technically songs. And this one really isn't about a sunset specifically, but I thought it fit…"

"Just spit it out, Anakin."

"Okay, here goes nothing… Mine are the night and morning, the pits of air, the gulf of space, the sportive sun, the gibbous moon, the innumerable days. I hid in the solar glory –"

"I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent, in slumber I am strong."

"You know this poem?!"

"Don't sound too surprised. You know I like to read."

"Well, yeah… cool! And you picked up the tune pretty quick…"

"It's simple enough."

"So… together?"

"Sure."

No numbers have counted my tallies,

No tribes my house can fill,

I sit by the shining Fount of Life,

and pour the deluge still;

…

And many a thousand summers

My apples ripened well,

And light from meliorating stars

With firmer glory fell.

…

Let war and trade and creeds and song

Blend, ripen race on race,

The sunburnt world a man shall breed

Of all the zones, and countless days.

No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,

My oldest force is good as new,

And the fresh rose on yonder thorn

Gives back the bending heavens in dew.

Yeah, so I added more fluff to this story, but sometimes I can't resist with these two. The poem is "Song of Nature" by Ralph Waldo Emerson, and it's a lot longer than what I have in this chapter. It's a beautiful poem that I definitely suggest checking out. :)