A wretched hive of scum and villainy.

Holy shit, this is the best depiction I’ve seen of Obi-Wan between Episode III and IV. It’s an absolutely perfect cross between Ewan McGregor and Alec Guiness So I just realized there are actually two different faces, but they still are a good representation of old Ewan McGregor and young Alec Guiness and they look fucking great.

Sideshow Collectibles proudly introduces the next entry in the Star Wars Mythos line, Ben Kenobi. As a nomad, wandering the desert landscape of Tatooine, Obi-Wan carries a unique collection of mementos, the weight of the memories they contain as heavy as the pack itself. Sideshow’s designers and artists explore the period between Revenge of the Sith and A New Hope, and in a unique presentation offer this character study with both Alec Guiness and Ewan McGregor portraits

The Ben Kenobi - Mythos Polystone Statue features:

• Hand Painted and highly detailed Alec Guiness and Ewan McGregor portraits for custom display
• Tusken rifle and bladed weapons, disarmed from Raiders during his travels
• Jawa Bandoliers
• Armor from Ben’s service in the Clone Wars
• Keepsakes from Ben’s fallen Master Qui-Gon, poncho and lightsaber
• Anakin’s lightsaber, held by Ben for Luke to come of age
• Water cistern
• Jerba skin rug

“The boy is safe. Lars cannot hide his distaste for me, given my connection to the child’s father. Beru, however, is clearly smitten with the infant. But my presence is not welcome in their house. That is fine. I’ll watch over the child from a distance.

But first, I must ready myself. I will build a shelter across the Dune Sea from the Lars homestead. Close enough for me to sense any danger to the boy. Far enough away that the Empire may not discover him if they find me.

Master Yoda’s training was well-advised. I have already established a link with the spirit of my Master, Qui-Gon. His teachings endure from beyond the netherworld of the Force. There is a measure of comfort to be found there. And, someday, when my task is accomplished, I might be able to join him in that place.

But for now, I feel old. Old beyond my years. Desert life ages flesh and spirit, so I can only expect this to worsen the longer I remain on this world. The Tatooine storms will whip me with sands like a scourge. Each night I will hear in the winds the howls of my murdered Jedi kindred.

The Jedi are all but extinct. The few who survived Order 66 are continuously being hunted. Across the galaxy I am certain more will die. When I feel their deaths, I’ll dare not reach out to learn who it was, or to assist in any way. If I am discovered, then the boy may be discovered as well. And all will be lost.

I already wrestle with the weariness. The loss of my friend to this evil creature who has replaced him fills me with bitterness. But I must remember the words of my Master: Be mindful of the future, but not at the expense of the moment. The boy is what matters. He IS the future.

Fool. I’m a damned idealistic fool. And blind, too. Anakin’s darkness was obvious. I should have foreseen this and prevented it. I failed him. My failure ended the Jedi Order.

The boy is our last hope. I failed Anakin. But I’ll not fail Luke. The son of Skywalker must become a Jedi.”