Sandstorm
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,087
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A certain Jedi gets stranded on a planet slap bang in the middle of the desert and a storm is closing in. He finds shelter and a rather… interesting character.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters or movies (unfortunately) and am not making any money from this (even bigger unfortunately)
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Prologue
“Great, just great.” Obi-Wan tossed yet another burnt out power converter over his shoulder. That was four out of the five damn things that had frazzled out on impact. Compare that with the current state of the outer hull, and the ship was no more than a heap of junk with a rather lavish interior. He was going to have to find another form of transportation back to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple.
Anakin would not be pleased, three days apart and already over schedule. They were supposed to be going on a relatively easy diplomatic mission in two days time. Obi-Wan could already tell that the mission was going to get passed on to someone else, someone who hadn’t decided to catapult into an asteroid field. Running his fingers through his hair, Obi-Wan studied the surrounding area and saw nothing but painfully bright light and glaring white sand. He was safely stuck in the middle of a desert. Well, that just topped the whole Force damned day off.
With a heavy sigh, he set about gathering as much as he could carry before leaving the ship to follow the Force in whatever direction it suggested was the best. He blinked at the faint howling sound in the distance and cursed. As if all that had happened already wasn’t enough, there was now a sand storm headed straight for him. “Great… just great,” he whispered before dragging out a thick cloak and wrapping it about his shoulders and mouth, leaving the smallest of slits for his eyes.
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Arsha flicked a couple more spices into the broth before glancing about her home once more. She’d only just got back from her latest mission. It hadn’t been fun, all diplomacy, no fighting. Still, what was her kind for if not for being hired to do other people’s dirty work? A knock came at the door and her eyes snapped to it, glaring suspiciously.
This was not the kind of house that got knocked on; it was alone, in the middle of the desert, and half-submerged in the scorching sand to avoid detection. As far as she was aware, no one knew it was even here. When a client wanted her… unique skills… they came to her second home in the back alleys of the city. Not here. No one came here.
Glancing behind her, she dragged a dagger from the counter top and held it tightly against her lower back. Slowly she reached for the handle and swung the door open just wide enough to see past. The man standing there smiled faintly, “May I come in? There’s a storm beginning to get underway.” Her eyes trailed over him, she paused and raised an eyebrow… black leather? Arsha’s hand tightened on the door.
“You’re not welcome. Go away.” His hand slammed against the door and he pushed it open slightly.
“Now Arsha, don’t be like that. Come on, let me in.” She scowled at him and pressed back against the door.
“I know what you’re here for and you’re not welcome, Sidas.” The man lost his patience and smacked the door open before barging his way past her. Arsha rubbed her wrist tenderly where the door had snapped against it. Slowly she closed the door with one final glance out at the swirling winds. A hand reached over her shoulder and slid the bolt across. It clinked home soundly, finally, sealing his time.
“Alone at last, my little…” She turned sharply and sank the dagger into his gut, the leather no match for the specialised knife.
“I told you that you weren’t welcome Sidas. You don’t get second chances with me.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
NOT ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO 'JUDO CHOPS' OBI-WAN/OFC CHALLENGE BUT SEEMED TO FIT.
MANY, MANY THANKS TO MY WONDERFUL BETA 'PROCYON', THIS WOULD NEVER HAVE COME TO LIGHT WITHOUT YOUR HELP!
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A certain Jedi gets stranded on a planet slap bang in the middle of the desert and a storm is closing in. He finds shelter and a rather… interesting character.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters or movies (unfortunately) and am not making any money from this (even bigger unfortunately)
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Prologue
“Great, just great.” Obi-Wan tossed yet another burnt out power converter over his shoulder. That was four out of the five damn things that had frazzled out on impact. Compare that with the current state of the outer hull, and the ship was no more than a heap of junk with a rather lavish interior. He was going to have to find another form of transportation back to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple.
Anakin would not be pleased, three days apart and already over schedule. They were supposed to be going on a relatively easy diplomatic mission in two days time. Obi-Wan could already tell that the mission was going to get passed on to someone else, someone who hadn’t decided to catapult into an asteroid field. Running his fingers through his hair, Obi-Wan studied the surrounding area and saw nothing but painfully bright light and glaring white sand. He was safely stuck in the middle of a desert. Well, that just topped the whole Force damned day off.
With a heavy sigh, he set about gathering as much as he could carry before leaving the ship to follow the Force in whatever direction it suggested was the best. He blinked at the faint howling sound in the distance and cursed. As if all that had happened already wasn’t enough, there was now a sand storm headed straight for him. “Great… just great,” he whispered before dragging out a thick cloak and wrapping it about his shoulders and mouth, leaving the smallest of slits for his eyes.
:/
Arsha flicked a couple more spices into the broth before glancing about her home once more. She’d only just got back from her latest mission. It hadn’t been fun, all diplomacy, no fighting. Still, what was her kind for if not for being hired to do other people’s dirty work? A knock came at the door and her eyes snapped to it, glaring suspiciously.
This was not the kind of house that got knocked on; it was alone, in the middle of the desert, and half-submerged in the scorching sand to avoid detection. As far as she was aware, no one knew it was even here. When a client wanted her… unique skills… they came to her second home in the back alleys of the city. Not here. No one came here.
Glancing behind her, she dragged a dagger from the counter top and held it tightly against her lower back. Slowly she reached for the handle and swung the door open just wide enough to see past. The man standing there smiled faintly, “May I come in? There’s a storm beginning to get underway.” Her eyes trailed over him, she paused and raised an eyebrow… black leather? Arsha’s hand tightened on the door.
“You’re not welcome. Go away.” His hand slammed against the door and he pushed it open slightly.
“Now Arsha, don’t be like that. Come on, let me in.” She scowled at him and pressed back against the door.
“I know what you’re here for and you’re not welcome, Sidas.” The man lost his patience and smacked the door open before barging his way past her. Arsha rubbed her wrist tenderly where the door had snapped against it. Slowly she closed the door with one final glance out at the swirling winds. A hand reached over her shoulder and slid the bolt across. It clinked home soundly, finally, sealing his time.
“Alone at last, my little…” She turned sharply and sank the dagger into his gut, the leather no match for the specialised knife.
“I told you that you weren’t welcome Sidas. You don’t get second chances with me.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
NOT ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO 'JUDO CHOPS' OBI-WAN/OFC CHALLENGE BUT SEEMED TO FIT.
MANY, MANY THANKS TO MY WONDERFUL BETA 'PROCYON', THIS WOULD NEVER HAVE COME TO LIGHT WITHOUT YOUR HELP!