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What Dreams May Come

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What Dreams May Come

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What Dreams May Come

 

Nike

 

Rating: NC-17 for
sex, violence, and language.

 

WARNING:style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The dream/memory sequences in the following
chapters get increasingly disturbing and somewhat graphic.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They contain scenes of attempted rape,
non-consensual m/m sex, and character death.
There may also be regular scenes following this pattern, depending on which
direction my creative urge takes this fiction.
If any or all of the above bother you then you should not read this.

 

Disclaimer: I do not
own Star Wars and George Lucas would probably sue me anyway if he ever read
this because of how seriously I (quite literally) screw with the
characters. He would not get much, though,
because I am not making any money off
this. His characters include Jedi Master
Luminara Unduli and her Padawan, Barriss Offee.
The plot, the “rivalry” between Anakin and Barriss, and any original
characters, like the slaver, Jedi Master Zaria “Z. Z.”f, Tf, Taro, Trinity,
Starla, Destiny, Latisha, and Morlu, are mine.

 

Category: Um,
general, I guess. There are too many
different things happening at once for it to really be
any one thing. Oh, by the way, this is
AU compared to the book series, I suppose, because I haven’t read any of
them. As for the movies, they should
remain the same. There are some spoilers
for AOTC if you haven’t seen it, though.

 

Summary: Anakin
Skywalker keeps having increasingly disturbing dreams warning him about the
future. He may be in over his head,
however, when someone from Obi-Wan’s past starts making them come true.

 

Setting: This is
supposed to take place just before AOTC and sort of sets things up for it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Well, actually, it takes place before the
Ansion border dispute, which is where the movie claims our heroes were before
the movie started. Anakin is eighteen so
it is about a year, year-and-a-half before AOTC.

 

Author’s Note: The
first three chapters of the WIP was taken off of the
place that shall remain nameless, so here they are.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Now that I have a place to post it, maybe I’ll
get my rear in gear and finish the darn thing.

 

Italics indicate dream
sequences.

*****Anything in these things are memories*****

-----And these stand for a change in scene in the regular
story line-----

 

To die, to sleepclass=GramE>; to sleep perchance to dream.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Ay, there’s the rub! style='mso-spacerun:yes'> For in that sleep of death,

Oh what dreams may
come!

style='mso-tab-count:1'> ~Shakespeare

 

Now our feature presentation…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>The featureless plain stretched on forever,
yet he ran without tiring. No sense of
direction existed in this strange place; he could have been running in circles
for all he knew. He might as well have
been standing in one spot for nothing ever changed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> There was no reason for him to run; nothing was
chasing him and nothing lay ahead. For
some reason he felt that he had to run and the faster the better.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Nothing happened, though.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was a monotonous existence with no
determined end. He felt as if he had
been running forever and that he would continue to do so…

 

Anakin
Skywalker awoke with a start. His blue
eyes roamed around, taking in the familiarity of his room in the Jedi
Temple
, before he finally decided
he had better be getting up. Freeing his
entangled limbs from his twisted sheets, the handsome eighteen-year-old swung
his legs from his sleep couch and sat on the edge, running his fingers through
his spiky blonde hair.

It was the
same dream over and over again.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Always there was the empty plain and him
running aimlessly through it. This
particular dream had been repeating itself for three nights in a row now and Anakin
still did not have a clue as to its meaning.

Anakin
stood up, stretched, and quickly got ready for the day ahead of him before
heading for the food prep unit. It was
time to go to his master for some advice.

------------------------------

“That’s
easy. You feel your current lifestyle is
aimless and incomplete. It is probably
the result of being forced to remain in the Temple
and recuperate from our last mission with the gundarks’ nest and you miss the
freedom of body and purpose of mind that occurs within a mission.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Just be patient, my
young apprentice. We’ll receive a
summons soon enough and your dreams will cease to bother you.”

Anakin
resisted pointing out that he was not
the one who had fallen into that Sith-hole nest and, instead, nodded gravely as
Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi set two plates of scrambled eggs upon the
table. His master insisted on them
eating breakfast together, if for nothing more than quality time and getting
their schedules for the day straightened out, and eggs were one of the few
things Obi-Wan could cook.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> For the rest of their meals, they often went
to the dining hall to eat. Cafeteria
food, however, is not exactly the best food in the world, although the chefs
certainly tried their best. In pure
defense, Anakin had learned how to cook some dishes, which often came as a
welcome respite to the Jedi cooks’ cheerful, if only partially edible,
products.

“Today’s
your day off. What were you planning on
doing?” Obi-Wan inquired, purposely changing the subject.

“I’m going
to spar with Barriss Offee, like we do every week on our day off.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow.

“Wasn’t it
just last week that you came storming in and declared you weren’t going to spar
with Padawan Offee ever again?”

“Yes, well,
that was last week, Master.” Obi-Wan
Kenobi chuckled.

“One of
these days, you two will forgo all of the posturing you do and come straight
out and admit you’re best friends.”

“We are style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>not best friends.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> We’re rivals, not friends.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The grin on his master’s face told Anakin that
Obi-Wan did not believe him. To be frank,
Anakin was not too certain that he believed it himself.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Obi-Wan leaned towards Anakin and put his
hand on the teenager’s shoulder.

“Good luck
on this next match, my Padawan.”

-----------------------------

Anakin
stood quietly with his eyes closed and breathed in deeply.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His hands hung loosely at his sides, despite
the fact that he held his lightsaber in his right hand.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Suddenly, he stiffened and depressed the
button on the lightsaber’s handle. A
glowing blue blade of light sparked into existence as his eyes shot open.

Facing him
was figure swathed in a hooded black robe so that only the nut-brown skin of
her face and hands was visible. Her
sharp eyes closely watched Anakin’s every movement.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She put great faith in her eyes, as the
exotic tattoos, which ran across the bridge of her nose and settled on her
cheeks just below those keen eyes, proclaimed in their alien language.

Her master,
Luminara Unduli, had similar tos ros running from her bottom lip down to the
throat and voice box, showing the Jedi Master’s dependence upon her
silver-tongued vocalizations. Neither
Luminara Unduli nor Obi-Wan Kenobi was here, however.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was only the strikingly handsome young man
and his beautiful foreign opponent.

Barriss
Offee signaled her readiness by letting her own blue blade spring to life.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The two Padawans warily circled one another.

“Hey,
Skywalker, are you ready to get your butt whipped?”

“In your
dreams, Offee!” Anakin Skywalker retorted as he lunged at her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Jedi Padawan Barriss Offee made a face as she
brought her lightsaber up and around, bringing Anakin’s blue lightsaber into a
deadlock with her own glowing blue blade.

“Why would
I want to dream about your style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>huge rear end?>
>

“Ha class=SpellE>ha, very funny,” Anakin replied, coming out of the deadlock
with a spin and barely parrying a thrust.

“I thought
it was.”

“You need
to work on your sense of humor, Offee.”

“Save your
breath, Skywalker.” Soon the speakers
were jumping, slicing, dodging, flipping, and attacking one another.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Some of the fighting moves they used belonged
in the higher-level katas. Time was
interminable and silence ensued except for the clash of lightsabers and the
opponents’ heavy breathing.

The rivals
paused facing each other, panting. Then
Anakin Skywalker turned his lightsaber off and fell forward.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> At least, Barriss Offeeughtught he was
falling forward. She realized her
mistake too late; Anakin had already dove underneath
her blade and pulled her ankles out from under her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Her lightsaber went flying, turning off as it
did so, and landed with a thump several feet away.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She was about to summon her weapon when she
became aware of a blue glow at her throat.
Her eyes swiveled and she made out a familiar smirk on the person lying
next to her on the floor mat.

“I
win.” Barriss Offee conceded defeat and
the two stood up, absent-mindedly swiping at their clothes to dislodge any
clinging dust and lint.

“You know,
there’s a word for people like you,” Barriss told Anakin after she had recalled
her lightsaber to her hand.

“Bold?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Dashing?” he asked with a grin.

“Actually,
I was thinking more along the lines of stupid
and lucky. Throwing yourself under your
opponent’s lightsaber is a really stupid move and you
are extremely lucky that it worked this time around.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You won’t pull it off again, at least not
against me.” Anakin shrugged.

“So I’ll
just have to have an all new surprise move up my sleeve the next time we spar.”

“The next
time we spar, I’m going to wipe the floor with that pert posterior of yours.”

“’Pert
posterior’? Don’t you mean
‘smart-ass’? Come off it, Barriss.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You can’t even curse right.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Padawan Offee huffed in annoyance.

“Next time,
Skywalker.” With that, she stalked off.

 

********************

Eleven-year-old
Anakin Skywalker sat unhappily on the sidelines, watching the other children
spar. Obi-Wan had been teaching him so
hard and he was beginning to catch up with the others.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Unfortunately, the initiates at his skill
level avoided him because he was a Padawan and the Padawans scorned him because
he was not up to their level. Anakin
sighed. How was he supposed to get
better if no one would give him a chance?
A quick glance showed the boy that Obi-Wan was
still busy with a class of initiates.

“Would you
like to spar?” a voice interjected into the boy’s thoughts.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Looking up, he saw a dark-haired female
Padawan about two years older than him.
She had the typical medium-dark skin of a Mirialan and had all of her
long raven hair pulled back except for the Padawan braid hanging over her
shoulder.<
<

“Sure!”
Anakin agreed, happy to meet someone from another desert planet, “I’m Anakin
Skywalker. What’s your name?”

“Barriss
Offee.” They scrambled to prepare and were
soon facing one another with their lightsabers ignited.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Anakin dove
in forcefully, surprising Barriss and catching her off balance.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The older Padawan was well
trained
, however, and quickly recovered.

 

“Class
dismissed,” Obi-Wan Kenobi announced to the clan of
initiates. The children departed,
giggling or groaning depending on their feelings.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A half-smile crossed Obi-Wan’s face as he
remembered when he used to do
that. Knight Kenobi shook his head
regretfully. Everyone had to grow up
soon or later. Speaking of growing up,
where was Anakin?

The clash
of lightsabers drew Obi-Wan’s attention to a sparring couple.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His jaw dropped when he recognized his
inexperienced apprentice holding his own against an older and more learned
opponent.

“Don’t
worry, Kenobi. He’s doing remarkably
well for his first time,” a soft voice with a marked lilt murmured by his
ear. Obi-Wan looked slightly down at his
companion, smiling as he acknowledged her presence.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“Master
Unduli.” Luminara Unduli was a pretty,
olive-skinned thing with ebony marks, which ran from her bottom lip down her
chin and throat, and surprisingly bright blue eyes.

“Your level
of training must be remarkable. Your
student is quite impressive for having spent only two years in the Temple.”

“Anakin’s a
fast learner,” Obi-Wan stated, neither claiming nor denying the praise as he
watched the Padawans .

“What do
you think of my new Padawan learner, Barriss Offee?” Luminara asked.

“So that’s
who that is. She looks to be fast,
agile, and intelligent. She doesn’t like
being caught off guard, but she quickly
compensates. She will be a fine Jedi one
day. You must be proud of her.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Luminara shook her head.

“She is
brash, reckless, impudent, insolent, and foolhardy.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Her tongue gets her into trouble.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> One day she won’t be able to get out of said
trouble.”

“Sounds
like Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied. He winced
slightly as Anakin crashed to the padded floor, only to roll out from
undeth Bth Barriss’s blade and leap back up to his feet.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Offee whirled, only to be stopped when
Anakin’s lightsaber hit hers, crossing them into a deadlock.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Barriss and Anakin leaned in over the crossed
lightsabers, each face etched with determination.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Then Barriss’s head darted in, her lips
locking with Anakin’s. Anakin broke away
and sat down with a thump, his lightsaber deactivating.

“Anakin,
what happened?” Obi-Wan demanded in alarm, running over to his fallen student.

“She kissed
me!” the child cried out in disgust.
Obi-Wan’s hand went to his mouth as he tried desperately and
unsuccessfully not to laugh. Anakin
glared at Obi-Wan.

“It’s not
funny, Master.” Then Luminara Unduli
stepped in.

“Padawan
Offee, you will apologize to Master Kenobi’s Padawan learner now!”

“Sorry,
Padawan Skywalker,” Barriss said with a supercilious smirk, “I hope you will
let me spar against you again soon.”
Obi-Wan, who was still laughing and not paying proper attention to the
proceedings, and Master Unduli, who was standing behind Barriss, did not notice
that Barriss’s apology was not truly sincere.

“Come, my
Padawan learner,” Master Unduli said, leading Barriss Offee away.

“’Bye,
Anakin. I’ll be seeing you later.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was only then that Anakin Skywalker
realized that he had lost his first sparring match simply because a girl had
kissed him. He sulked for the rest of
the day.

 

The next
day brought another practice time with no one to spar with.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anakin was glumly turning away from the
couples when he heard a familiar voice ask, “Want to spar?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anakin glared at Barriss Offee.

“Against
you? No way.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You don’t fight fair.”

“All I did
was kiss you and now I probably have boy germs.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Tell you what.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If you want, you can kiss me back.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anakin looked alarmed at that suggestion.

“Nuh uh!”

“So you
won’t spar with me?”

“Nope.”

“Come
on! No one else will.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anakin’s face fell.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That last bit was too true.

“How ‘bout
a pact?” Barriss asked, “Rivals?” Anakin
stared at the outstretched arm and then smiled.

“Rivals,”
he agreed, shaking her hand.

“Hey,” the
boy asked as they warmed up, “what was that stuff on your master’s face?”

“Tattoos.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Mirialans tattoo their faces to show their
beliefs. My Master’s tattoos show her
faith in the spoken word. It comes from
helping to defuse so many situations by getting everyone involved to sit down
and talk about it. When I reach eighteen
in five years, I’ll be tattooeth mth my own beliefs.”

“Well, I
guess the tattoos will be easier to look at than the rest of your face.”

“Ooh,
you’re going to pay for that insult, Skywalker.”

“Oh, yeah?”
Anakin smirked, “Bring it on.”

 

Jedi Master
Luminara Unduli was known as a very skilled diplomatic
negotiator. She had an astonishing
faculty for finding and remembering large amounts of detailed information, and
she would eventually be of tof the favorites of Palpatine and the Senate for
negotiations at the beginning of the Clone Wars.

Obi-Wan
Kenobi did not meet her until after she was Knighted and sent on a diplomatic
mission with he and Qui-Gon. The reasons
why they had never met before then was because Luminara was slightly older than
Obi-Wan and had belonged to a different clan of initiates.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The initiate clans, limited to twenty in
number of individuals, were created for a practical learning
environment but also ended up fostering close friendships and intense rivalries,
as was the wont of children
. The
various clans had little to do with one another and many Jedi did not meet one
another until they were Padawans or even Knights and Masters.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Thus, while both Obi-Wan and Luminara had
been at the top of their respective clans, neither had anything to do with the other
before their first mission brought them together.

Obi-Wan and
Qui-Gon were also famed negotiators, but in a different way.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If a situation was long and detailed,
Luminara Unduli was invariably called in.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If tensions were high and explosive emotions
bound to release trouble, the Order’s finest swordsman/diplomat, Qui-Gon Jinn,
and his apprentice were sent in.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The particular mission in question required
both. Qui-Gon’s calming presence,
Luminara’s vast knowledge, and Obi-Wan’s quick dispatchment of a would-be
assassin defused the tricky situation.

Obi-Wan and
Luminara worked together several times after that and would continue to do so,
even after both had gained Padawan learners of their own.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That is why, when Barriss and Anakin declared
their “rivalry”, both Jedi Masters simply smiled knowingly and quietly
encourage it.

********************

 

style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>It was empty, so empty.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Everything was flat, featureless, and covered
by brown/gray grass. The only relief
from the flat, empty plain was the monotonous gray sky.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

style='mso-tab-count:1'> He was running once again, sprinting
towards an unknown destination for some hidden purpose as fast he could.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Then Anakin saw something just ahead and to
one side. Squinting, Anakin realized it
was person; anything more was impossible to make out for the person was too far
away.

style='mso-tab-count:1'> He jogged towards the person, only
to realize that they were not coming any closer.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> ‘Maybe they’re going as fast as I am in the
same direction,’ Anakin thought to himself.
He moved from a trot into a loping canter and then,
when the figure remained in the distance, into a full gallop
.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> To his extreme frustration, the figure
remained just that, a featureless figure off on the horizon…

 

Anakin
stumbled into the ‘fresher, rubbing the sleep from his eyes in a touchingly childish
gesture. After splashing some cold water
upon his feverish brow, he morosely contemplated his reflection.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A loud knock derailed his train of thought,
however.

“Padawan,
are you almost finished in there? You’ve
been in there for half-an-hour longer than usual.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anakin?
Are you all right? You didn’t
fall in, did you?” The attempt at humor
snapped Anakin completely back to the present and a soft smile crossed his
good-looking features before settling into something considerably more somber.

Opening the
door, Anakin found himself face to face with his master.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Obi-Wan, not expecting so sudden a response,
looked mildly shocked before he openly smiled.
At thirty-four, Obi-Wan Kenobi was no longer a young man.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was still an attractive man, however, and
his handsome features and lovely eyes earned him just as many admiring, if
somewhat voyeuristic, glances as Anakin’s own physical appearance.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> When the smiled gave way to a furrowed brow,
however, he looked his age, if not older.

“What’s
wrong, Ani?” Obi-Wan asked, falling comfortably into using Anakin’s pet nameke tke the old friend he was.

“I dreamed
it again,” was the curt reply.

“The empty
plain?” A short nod was Obi-Wan’s
answer.

“It
changed. There was someone there.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They always remained too far to recognize,
though, no matter how fast I ran.”

“Running to
catch up or running to keep up?” Obi-Wan asked, intrigued.style='mso-spacerun:ye Anakin shrugged.

“Ask me
again tomorrow morning.” Obi-Wan
frowned.

“You
believe you’ll dream it again tonight?”

“I’ve dreamed
of that damned empty plain every single other night for the past four days, why
not tonight?”

“Language,
Padawan. What would the other masters do
if they heard you swearing?” Anakin
shrugged again.

“That isn’t
half as bad as some of the other words I learned as a slave.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Obi-Wan looked up at his apprentice.

“You are no
longer a slave, Anakin, and many people would not care for the words you use.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anakin shrugged once more and Obi-Wan, not
wanting to get into a fight with his unruly apprentice this early, let it drop.

An unhappy
look came to Anakin’s features as Obi-Wan turned away.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The teenager appreciated that Obi-Wan decided
against a lecture, but it was obvious that his master was disappointed in him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anakin did not like disappointing Obi-Wan
but, no matter how hard he t, he, he always seemed to.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Nothing ever seemed to be good enough and if
Anakin defended himself by pointing out that he was, indeed, trying, Obi-Wan would
invariably respond by quoting or paraphrasing an odd saying of Master Yoda’s on
how there’s no such thing as trying.

“I’m sorry,
Master.” Obi-Wan sighed.

“You’d
better get going.” An odd stifled sound
came from the teenager.

They always
had breakfast together.

“Not if
you’re going to get to class on time.
You’d better go now.”

------------------------------

Lunch in
the cafeteria was always a noisy affair.
Anakin Skywalker, for once, was not adding to it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Instead, he sat still, stared at his tray of
unappetizing food, and wished he was eating Obi-Wan’s
eggs instead.

“Hey,” Barriss
said, punctuating each word by poking at the unmoving lump sitting next to her
with her fork, “Hey!” After several
pokes, Anakin finally looked up at her.
Mild surprise traversed his features, as he had not been aware of her
sitting next to him.

“I thought
you’d be crowing over your victory yesterday by now.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Instead, I find you sitting her a b a blue
funk. What’s wrong, Skywalker?”

“I didn’t
eat breakfast.”

“For crying
out loud! You’re sitting here and
staring at your food because you didn’t eat breakfast!style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You never cease to amaze me, Skywalker.”

“You don’t
understand. I always eat breakfast with
Obi-Wan,” Anakin, jarred out of his funk, hotly retorted, “He insists on
it. He’s angry with me, or disappointed
at the very least.”

“What did
you do?”

“I stayed
in the ‘fresher for a half-hour longer than usual and talked back in the
conversation that followed. He told me I
didn’t have time to eat if I was going to class.”

“Did you
come to Master Fisto’s class straight after this “conversation”?”

“Yes.”

“Then he
was right. You barely made it in
time. He just wanted you to be punctual
and not get in trouble with the other masters is all.

“If you say
so,” Anakin replied, too busy feeling sorry for himself
to believe it. Barriss noticed and gave
a little snort.

“Hopeless,”
she muttered before applying herself to her meal.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They sat in silence before Barriss notice
Anakin had yet to touch his food.

“You should
eat.”

“I’m not
hungry.” Barriss frowned but her
expression soon gave way into a thoughtful smirk.style='spacspacerun:yes'> Reaching over to his tray, Barriss dipped her
fingers into the mashed potato-like substance and proceeded to paint it across
Anakin’s mouth and cheeks.

“There,”
she proclaimed, leaning back to inspect her work, “Now it at least appears that
you’ve made a dent in your food.”
Anakin’s jaw dropped as he stared at her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Then a crafty grin overcame his countenance.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Reaching into the same substance, he lunged
at Barriss and smeared it across her face, partially covering the tattoos.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Now it was Barriss’s turn to gape as several
of the surrounding students began to giggle.

“Oh, no you
don’t, Skywalker. You aren’t going to
beat me at this.”

“Oh,
really, Offee? Prove it.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Barriss wanted to slap that arrogant
expression right off of Anakin’s face, but settled for grabbing a handful of
her own mashed vegetable and throwing it at him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Hen>He leaned back just in time and it smacked
into the poor Bothan Padawan sitting on his other side.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The watchers gasped while the Bothan, not to
be outdone, flung some of his food. Both
Barriss and Anakin ducked and it hit the student on Barriss’s other side.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Soon food was flying throughout the
cafea. Barriss and Anakin managed to
dodge the worst of it and dove into the relative safety behind an upturned
table.

“Well, this
is fun!” Anakin shouted above the commotion.
Barriss nodded with a smile, which quickly faded.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Eyes wide, she grasped Anakin’s sleeve.

“What?” he
asked as silence suddenly fell. Someone
behind him cleared their throat.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Turning, he saw the cause of Barriss’s
panic. Standing there with his arms
crossed over his stained tunic and with a bit of mashed vegetable residing upon
an ear, was Master Yoda, who was currently glaring balefully at the two
impulsive Padawans.

 

“Waste food
you should not! Eighteen- and
twenty-standard-years-old you be! Old
enough to know better, you are!”

“Yes,
Master Yoda,” both of the Padawans replied in unison, kneeling contritely before
the vertically challenged Jedsterster.

“Punished
you will be. Clean cafeteria with
toothbrushes you shall!”

“Yes,
Master Yoda.”

Yoda
finally relented enough to give them leeway to use large brushes instead and
left them soon after they were set to work.

Anakin stated as he scrubbed, “It was
worth it.”

“Mmm hmm,” Barriss
agreed.

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“I’m style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>starved,” Anakin announced as he plopped
down on the couch in his and Obi-Wan’s quarters.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“I take it
that you aren’t planning on cooking.”

“Nah, my
back aches.” However, Anakin did get up,
scrounged up a snack, wol wolfed it down.
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow as he watched his apprentice.

“Someone
watching you would probably thyou’you’re last feeding time was yesterday.”

“It was,”
Anakin mumbled around some food. A
startled expression crossed his master’s face.

“What about
lunch? Didn’t you eat then?”

“Actually
my food ended up in the food fight before I ate any of it.”

“Indeed,”
Obi-Wan replied, crossing his arms, “And who started this food fight?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anakin chewed the last bite thoughtfully and
swallowed his food before answering.

“I’ll give
you two guesses.”

“You and
Barriss Offee.”

“Don’t
worry, Master. Master Yoda already
punished us by having Offee and I scrub the floor.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was
going to have us wash down the cafeteria with toothbrushes but we convinced him
that if he wanted everything sparkling before dinner, we’d need something
bigger to clean with.” Obi-Wan sat down,
let his face fall into his hands, and shook his head.

“What am I
going to do with you?”

“Um, take
me out to dinner?” was the hopeful reply.
Obi-Wan looked up sharply, about to angrily refute that.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He immediately softened, however, when he saw
Anakin’s puppy-dog look and remembered that the boy had not had anything to eat
all day aside from the snack he had just gobbled up.

“Oh, all
right. Since Master Yoda’s apparently
punished you already, and you’re not cooking, we’ll go out to eat,” Obi-Wan
caved with a sigh. A brilliant smile lit
up the Padawan’s face and, for a moment, Obi-Wan thought the young man would
rush over hug him like used to when he was small.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Obi-Wan smiled.

“Maybe I
should mention food more often, since it seems to make you so happy,” the Jedi
Knight quipped. Anakin rolled his eyes
and gestured for his master to stand up.

“Come
on. I don’t want to wait in line
forever.”

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Taro class=SpellE>Sulvick watched as the merchandise he was selling class=GramE>was herded off his transport and into a holding pen.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was a large brute with the typical fair
hair and skin of a Shi’an. Glancing at
the chrono on his large wrist, he frowned.
It was getting late; the first of Shi’a’s moons had risen and the air
was turning nippy with frost.

Taro’s head
jerked up when he heard a feminine screech.
Quickly rounding the corner, Taro found one of the men supposed to be
unloading the goods from his transport trying to rip the single garment off a
beautiful young Twi’lek girl. Taro
grabbed the man and w hiw him against the wall, holding him there.

“Unless
you’re planning on buying her, you don’t touch the merchandise, got it?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The man nodded, fear pooling in his
eyes. Taro released him and the man
stumbled away. Taro glared down at the
Twi’lek, who was attempting to straighten the knee-length tunic.

“You,” the
brute said, pointing at her, “Get back with the others now!”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The frightened girl scrambled to her feet and
ran to join her fellow slaves in the holding pen.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Taro watched her go before walking up to the
boss man.

“Good group,
good group,” the Toydarian was muttering to himself, “I pay you 350 for the
lot.”

“The deal’s
for 400,000 credits; more if we get you a virgin.”

“No virgins
in there. I’d bet my wings on it.”

“That still
leaves you 50,000 short and my boss would be very angry if she thought you were
swindling her,” Taro threatened. The
Toydarian turned an interesting shade of periwinkle.

“400,000 it
is,” the Toydarian agreed, handing over the credit chips.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Taro nodded and headed for his now empty
transport. Business as usual…

 

To be continued

 

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