TSoA: Chapter 46: The Triumphant Return of Obi-Wan
Apparently, Obi-Wan is aware of every damn thing that has been going on.
He had seen the helicopter fly toward Camp 2 and then toward the gorge as he was climbing to the ark by a different direction.
Wait, Obi-Wan, why do you want to go to the ark now? If you wanted to go to the ark, why not just lead the team there yourself yesterday?
Surely if it had fallen into the gorge, no one could have survived.
So, yeah, don’t help or anything. Some Jedi Knight you are.
And yeah, Obi-Wan sees everything.
He squinted at the sea of white. Then he saw someone in a white polar outfit zigzagging up the steep slope. What is he doing up there?
Oh, I’m sure he’s just birdwatching or—WHAT DO YOU THINK HE’S DOING UP THERE???
Obi Wan heads into the ark, momentarily dismissing as Probably Nothing the man climbing quickly up the side of the mountain with a huge backpack. The Jedi Master finds the bodies of Fearless and the Nerd.
Then he finds Murphy, still unconscious from his Railing KO.
With a huge effort, he hefted Murphy onto his shoulder…
Looks like Murphy might want to lay off the non-alcoholic cider.
He carries Murphy outside, where he laboriously creates a sleepling-bag-in-which-he-can-drag-Murphy. I’ll be kinder to you than I was to myself, and spare you the details. The pieces all click into place with Talon at this point, too, and Obi-Wan realizes he’s going to start an avalanche to bury the ark.
He manages to get Murph out of the way JUST IN TIME, and takes him to some cave that I guess is his home, because there are holders in the wall for torches.
[Obi-Wan] placed several thick furs over the sleeping bag before eating his soup and a hunk of dry bread.
Okay, the sleeping bag contains Murphy, but I amuse myself by imagining that Obi-Wan has anthropomorphized the sleeping bag, and just wants to keep it warm and comfortable.
Obi-Wan: You’re my new BFF, sleeping bag. The only friend I need…
When he finished, his brow was creased in thought. He had some hard decisions to make. If Murphy regained consciousness during the night, he needed to get some warm liquid into him or he would surely be dead before morning.
Obi-Wan? Honey? That is not how concussions work. Take it from someone who has been there—you won’t die from a Grade III concussion due to lack of soup. Indeed, such a concussion can lead to severe nausea, so unless you want to be wearing that soup, you might want to take it easy at first.
Being a good little RTC who has lived on Ararat for his entire life, Obi-Wan prays, and Isis immediately appears, having been led to this random cave by
the Plot-o-Matic 9000 God.
Obi-Wan heads out to look for survivors of the helicopter crash, leaving Isis with instructions to force-feed Murphy soup if he wakes up. So I guess it’s okay now, now that a lady-person has arrived to play nursemaid and wear the soup.
He turned before slipping out of the cave. The woman was kneeling over the unconscious man, a look of infinite tenderness.
If anyone can save her, [Obi-Wan] thought, she can.
Yeah, screw modern medicine when you have a pretty little helpmeet to treat the sick with Bronze Age soup healing!