One -of the many- lessons he'd had to learn as General Kenobi was that after all the planning was done; you had to trust your soldiers. The Jedi urge to defend all life had to be tempered on the battlefield. There were plenty of times when Obi-Wan had thrown himself to the front of a battle to provide cover, but there were also plenty of times when he made a plan, gave the orders and accepted the fact that not everyone would make it home.
You had to trust the people with you. Even if one reminded you of a Padawan and the other ... the other your probably owed for nearly taking his head off earlier.
When Heero made his decision, Obi-Wan glanced over to ensure that Tech had heard before he shut off the comm so as to reduce the risk of feedback. Once he was sure they were all on the same page; time to go to work.
A glance around the area, confirming the sight lines out of any pesky windows, Obi-Wan stood up and began to make his way across the open space from the cover of the brush to the building. Even without the Force he moved with silent grace and direct confidence, the Force would have made this a lot easier, but his fairly recent experience in the spice lab on Daiyu left him comfortable moving without it. Experience allowed him to adjust his approach to avoid any sightlines, which may have made it seem odd when he walked right up to the door and without pause, pushed it open.
Trusting Tech was in place and Heero was right on his flank.
Standing in the doorway he smiled as six men turned to look at him. Some were sitting at a table, obviously having a meal, two were getting ready to climb into bunks, one was wearing nothing more than a towel, fresh from a shower and the last was stretched out on a couch.
"Hello there," he said warmly, picking his targets from the two at the table. Obi-Wan moved on into the structure as those two jumped up and rushed him. Just as he had all his life, his fighting style was to utilize his opponents' momentum against them. Without the Force to aid him, he just utilized his elbows, hips and feet, rather than risk breaking his damn knuckles again.
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You had to trust the people with you. Even if one reminded you of a Padawan and the other ... the other your probably owed for nearly taking his head off earlier.
When Heero made his decision, Obi-Wan glanced over to ensure that Tech had heard before he shut off the comm so as to reduce the risk of feedback. Once he was sure they were all on the same page; time to go to work.
A glance around the area, confirming the sight lines out of any pesky windows, Obi-Wan stood up and began to make his way across the open space from the cover of the brush to the building. Even without the Force he moved with silent grace and direct confidence, the Force would have made this a lot easier, but his fairly recent experience in the spice lab on Daiyu left him comfortable moving without it. Experience allowed him to adjust his approach to avoid any sightlines, which may have made it seem odd when he walked right up to the door and without pause, pushed it open.
Trusting Tech was in place and Heero was right on his flank.
Standing in the doorway he smiled as six men turned to look at him. Some were sitting at a table, obviously having a meal, two were getting ready to climb into bunks, one was wearing nothing more than a towel, fresh from a shower and the last was stretched out on a couch.
"Hello there," he said warmly, picking his targets from the two at the table. Obi-Wan moved on into the structure as those two jumped up and rushed him. Just as he had all his life, his fighting style was to utilize his opponents' momentum against them. Without the Force to aid him, he just utilized his elbows, hips and feet, rather than risk breaking his damn knuckles again.