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Mini Nano, Day 23
Nov. 25th, 2014 12:28 amMore Obi-Wan on Middle Earth:
He lets out a string of Huttese curses before he runs a hand through his hair, glaring out at the webbing that is prevalent in the forest he's landed in. Out into the wilds of the planet then, though he is reluctant to leave the pod - the further he goes, the harder it will be for anyone to find him. Even if everything is pointing to not being given any real choice.
"That was very rude, whoever you are." He glares at the controls a moment, not even a flicker in the lights giving any indication they've worked before or will do so again. "You can't even be bothered to tell me what you want?"
No response, but he's not particularly surprised, and draws a deep breath, snagging his cloak to settle over his tunics before he opens the hatch again. Nothing has come close to the pod while he's been watching his chance of getting home drained, which is a small mercy.
Reaching out to touch the Force, he winces at the sick feeling it has around him, even though there's strength beneath the taint. Obi-Wan wonders if the spiders are a natural part of the forest, or perhaps a symptom of whatever is poisoning the Force here. He grimaces as the thought of the latter. He doesn't want to think about there possibly being a Dark Jedi of any sort here, or a Sith.
He touches the Force again, letting it guide his footsteps, avoiding touching the webbing as much as possible. The risk of spiders the size of those who made the webs is bad enough without making it blindingly obvious where he is.
He lets out a string of Huttese curses before he runs a hand through his hair, glaring out at the webbing that is prevalent in the forest he's landed in. Out into the wilds of the planet then, though he is reluctant to leave the pod - the further he goes, the harder it will be for anyone to find him. Even if everything is pointing to not being given any real choice.
"That was very rude, whoever you are." He glares at the controls a moment, not even a flicker in the lights giving any indication they've worked before or will do so again. "You can't even be bothered to tell me what you want?"
No response, but he's not particularly surprised, and draws a deep breath, snagging his cloak to settle over his tunics before he opens the hatch again. Nothing has come close to the pod while he's been watching his chance of getting home drained, which is a small mercy.
Reaching out to touch the Force, he winces at the sick feeling it has around him, even though there's strength beneath the taint. Obi-Wan wonders if the spiders are a natural part of the forest, or perhaps a symptom of whatever is poisoning the Force here. He grimaces as the thought of the latter. He doesn't want to think about there possibly being a Dark Jedi of any sort here, or a Sith.
He touches the Force again, letting it guide his footsteps, avoiding touching the webbing as much as possible. The risk of spiders the size of those who made the webs is bad enough without making it blindingly obvious where he is.