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Once Jinn was onboard the ramp closed. A young man maybe a little older than Finn and a little younger than Ren came out from the cockpit.
“Master, this is more people than just one boy,” the man said. There was something familiar about this man. Something comforting and yet not quite right. Finn figured it out in a flash.
“Are you Obi-Wan Kenobi?” Finn asked.
The young man tipped his head. His haircut was really strange, with the fuzzy almost-Stormtrooper regulation cut, a very long braid and a long tail. Who let their hair grow like that?
“I am,” the man said. His accent made so much more sense. Finn grinned.
“It’s really great to meet you, Sir,” Finn said.
“Sir, really?” Ren scoffed. “If you’re going to be that pathetic, shouldn’t you at least go full force and call him ‘Master Kenobi’?”
“For your information,” Finn said, feeling a certain level of triumph because he knew Ren didn’t know the truth. “I am as excited to meet Rey’s grandfather as you are to meet your own.”
Ren’s smug expression quickly turned to shock and then something akin to horror. Jinn looked like he wanted to bury his face in his hands and never come out again.
“I’ve missed something,” Obi-Wan Kenobi said.
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