[Voice, locked to residents] --EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--

[malnosso]

[At 2:15AM, the journals suddenly blare out an alarm, followed by this message.]

EMERGENCY. EMERGENCY. This is an emergency.

The following occupants of the Luceti enclosure must report to the teleporters in twenty minutes. You are required as reinforcements in Region 13. Bring all necessary armaments with you. You will be teleported directly into combat.

Anyone who fails to comply will be forcibly escorted to the teleporters by droids.

This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. You have twenty minutes.

[The message repeats twice more, the alarm continuing until the twenty minutes has elapsed. No questions will be answered.]

Comments

[thefinaljedi]

[When he'd woken up and seen the list, Luke inwardly groaned. Being stuck behind while his friend was sent to war was not a good feeling, and he bet that Anakin would be just as restless and displeased. Rather than waste time though, Luke rolls out of bed and grabs a few things from his personal store for his friend.

Trotting out into the living room, he offers a wan smile.]

Ben.

[averybadfeeling]

[Luke gets no false smile from Obi-Wan, no painted calm to ease his mind. It wouldn't do any good anyway, considering who he was speaking to. He looks incredibly tired when he turns to face Luke, his pack already nearly filled.]

"Hello, Luke."

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke reaches out and gives his friend's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. It's all he can really do, because his name wasn't on the list.]

I'm sorry this happened so soon after you came back, but the Force will be with you.

[He holds out his holstered DL-44.]

And I know you don't like them, but take this with you. It's a good, reliable gun and it may be useful. Since...Daisy's not here to use it, and I won't need it here.

[averybadfeeling]

[Obi-Wan gives the weapon a skeptical glance, but after a moment's consideration, he takes it.]

"I suppose a spare weapon couldn't hurt. Thank you, my friend."

[Given a choice between having the gun with him, or having Luke, he'd much rather just bring Luke. Ah, well. Not his battle, it seemed.]

"I'll take care of it, I assure you."

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke nods crisply.]

It's modified, heavily. There's a kick to it.

[And he reaches down to his belt and unclips his spare lightsaber. The orange-bladed weapon had been another loaner to Daisy after Anakin had given him Vader's.]

This too. I know it's not much, but again.

[It's not as useful as he is. But it's the best he can do, for the moment.]

[averybadfeeling]

[He understands. He takes the spare lightsaber and slips it into his pack, along with the gun, then slings the pack over his shoulder.]

"Every little bit helps. You needn't worry about me, Luke. I've been on drafts before."

[This time he does manage a smile. Not to fool his friend, but to placate him.]

"I'll be fine. I assure you."

[thefinaljedi]

I know.

[Luke bows his head slightly, closing his eyes. He's worried about you, Obi-Wan. It's just hard to say it.]

May the Force be with you.

[averybadfeeling]

"And you, my friend. Thank you."

[He slips his arms around Luke in a brief embrace, then turns and heads to the door.]

"I'll be back shortly."