TFA-era, mysteriously corporeal dead guy

[forceimbalance]

The interesting about this place is that, even if on the other side of that excellently placed door he is distinctly lacking in corporeality, here Anakin gets to have his own body back again. Completely back, as he hadn't even since the start of the Clone Wars (let alone the darkest years of his life).

So there is a man who looks to be in his mid-thirties (he looks young for the age he died) with a few fairly nasty looking scars and a powerful presence in the Force sitting in a corner, tinkering away. In point of fact, he's working on a lightsaber design--Ezra Bridger's gun-saber specifically. An interesting idea, but clunky.

And so Anakin, perfectionist that he can be, is enjoying this chance to try to make it work.

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[forceimbalance]

Hah.

Anakin smiles wryly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Mechanics and ships were always my thing," he agrees. He's glad that stayed in the family. "I never got the hang of dealing with animals. That was more Obi-wan's area."

Just in case little Anakin really needed confirmation this is exactly who he thinks it is, that's about what he gets.

[notmygrandfather]

At first, Anakin grins because he has something in common with his grandpa-- then he bites his lip and shakes his head. Maybe he should like animals, too? But no, they're kinda gross.

"I guess Jacen would get on really well with Master Kenobi."

[forceimbalance]

"It took more than that to get along with Obi-wan." Anakin glances briefly to one side. It's hardly any secret--especially if, as he suspects, the boy knows the history--that there was more than a little bad blood between him and Obi-wan for many, many years.

"Besides, he really needed someone who knew how to fly."

Anakin is a snob about flying. Ahsoka and Obi-wan never met his standards. (No one met his standards. Except maybe Luke.)

[notmygrandfather]

"I can fly."

But not as well as Jaina, he can't keep himself from thinking.

[forceimbalance]

Anakin gets the sense of that--that feeling of not being as good as someone--and just smiles encouragingly. "We all have different strengths. You'll find yours, if you haven't already."

And he generally trusts people related to him to be great--not always good, certainly, but there really was no escaping being far above average.

(Just because he's dead doesn't mean he's humble.)

[notmygrandfather]

"I'm good with computers," he decides after a second, a little too eager to please his grandfather (despite still being wary of him). "Jaina might build better cages for Jacen's pets, but I'm the one who reprograms the alarms so Dad doesn't realise there are snakes in the apartment."

(He'll find his real strength -- leadership -- in about five years, and promptly die of it. So we'll give him computers for now.)