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Obi Wan was not sure where Earth was but he knew he was on it. He didn't really know how he had gotten there either. A strange woman in a blue box had picked him up from his quarters on the Negotiator and said he had been invited to a Club. That Club, she had explained, was for immortals or people who had died before. He argued that his death had been faked. Not real. So why should he count?
"Some of the people here are only here on technicalities anyway," she had explained with a shrug. "Go on, mingle."
Hesitantly, Obi Wan had walked out of the box. He hadn't been all that surprised that the box was bigger on the inside, he could feel it's size in the force, and likewise he had felt the change as they moved through space. He wasn't sure on the mecahnics but he did think it was a darnsite better than the form of space travel he was used to, even with the noise. The Doctor, as her name turned out to be, had seemed disappointed by Obi Wan's lack of reaction to either of the size or movement.
"I still doubt I should be included," Obi Wan said, stepping into what appeared to be a fairly standard Cantina.
"You'll get on great with the people here!"
Someone on the far side of the bar yelled, "That's fucking Obi Wan Kenobi!" The man had on far too many shirts and a leather jacket, Obi Wan ignored him.
"Kenobi!" An all too familiar voice yelled from the other end of the bar. Darth Maul stepped towards him, his lightsaber igniting.
Obi Wan took up a defensive stance with his own.
"Ah, no, enough of that," said the Doctor as she pulled out a strange looking device. It wirred in her hand and both blades made a zip sound as the closed. Maul and Obi Wan both attempted to reignite their blades to no avail. "There are some folks in her that might actually die if you hit them with one of those."