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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,096
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 9
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
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!
Chapter 9
“Arsha. Arsha, we’re here,” Obi-Wan whispered to the sleeping frame, his hand gently shaking her shoulder. She was fast asleep, her head resting companionably on his shoulder and her arms still clasping the bag containing her lightsaber close to her chest. Suddenly she was awake, her eyes raking over everything, assessing and calculating to the smallest detail. Obi-Wan smiled fondly. “We’re at the Jedi Temple. We will go to my chambers first. I will leave you there to finish sleeping and will return later.”
Arsha nodded and clambered free of the speeder, still avoiding the second Jedi’s gaze. Without warning, a boy in his late teens came streaking out of a decorative courtyard with a broad grin, his gaze fixed on Obi-Wan. “Master, you’ve returned… finally,” he playfully chided the older man.
Obi-Wan smiled in a fatherly way and patted the boy on his shoulder. “I was just about to search for you, Padawan. While you are here, let me introduce you. This is Arsha, Arsha this is my Padawan, Anakin Skywalker.” Anakin grinned broadly and extended a hand, Arsha took it and clasped firmly. Their eyes locked and held. This one was strong; she could feel the Force purring from his palm into hers. She snapped her grip free with an apologetic smile before her own midi-chlorians could return the favour.
Anakin seemed to sense nothing and maintained his broad grin as Obi-Wan continued, “Arsha will be sharing my chambers until she is settled and has rooms of her own.” Anakin nodded.
“You are staying?” Anakin glanced towards the female curiously. Obi-Wan responded to Anakin’s question for her.
“She’s mildly Force-sensitive and has expressed a desire to care for the younglings. I thought she could stay in the Temple, with the Council’s consent of course.” Obi-Wan smiled deeper and the trio headed for the Temple at his ushering. Arsha kept her eyes downcast, as this was all too familiar and unbidden memories were arising painfully.
Even with her eyes locked on the floor, she saw the small child feet clad in Jedi boots pattering where her own were. The swish of a youngling’s jute coloured clothing and the chocolate coloured belt were superimposed over her modern and duller travelling clothes. She could almost feel the comforting weight of a lightsaber dangling from her belt and gently bouncing off her hip, only there was no lightsaber there now. Her eyes looked up and rested on the corridor now dimly lit but then - in her memories - it had been bright with the last summer’s dawn.
The lifts took them flying past the various floors before slowing and swishing open onto the Jedi floor with private rooms. She took four steps and stopped, her eyes on the door to her right. It had swung open and the little girl in her mind had charged in, laughing boldly without a care in the world before it swung shut again. Shaking herself mentally, Arsha caught up with the happily united Master and Padawan.
Obi-Wan opened the third door on the left and showed the small party inside. Anakin instantly made himself at home by lounging across the whole of one sofa, his ankles crossed lazily. Arsha carefully placed her bags down next to the door and waited. Obi-Wan glanced her up and down. “You are more awake?” he queried with a faint quirk of his lips. Arsha inclined her head slightly to confirm that she was. “Perhaps you would like to see more of the Temple before retiring?” he queried, a mildly hopeful tone to his voice.
“That would be nice. A walk would ease my mind.” Arsha doubted that statement greatly, but it was best to assess the entire grounds of the enemy at the first opportunity. After all, you never knew when it would be beneficial to adjust and rejuvenate your past memories. No matter how familiar a place was, buildings grew and fell and grew anew and corridors became dead ends. Obi-Wan glanced back at Anakin, but the Padawan merely grinned knowingly.
“I have work that I can do,” Anakin announced abruptly, but Arsha felt the slight ripple of a mental communication, confirmed by the faint colouring of Obi-Wan’s cheeks. He closed the door smartly on his Padawan and motioned back to the lift. Arsha followed close behind.
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“Arsha, if you continue to work like this then no Jedi will take you on as their Padawan. You will be resigned to the Agricultural Corps. Do you not want to be a Jedi?” the tutor asked in a tone barely restraining his annoyance as Arsha rubbed at yet another burn in her growing collection. Already she had two scars from practice, one on her outer right thigh and one above her left hipbone. Both were given by the same boy; he drew mirth from her pain. She swore that he deliberately aimed to hit the same place over and over to ensure that there was a mark left there. Thankfully, neither scar that was already inflicted was that obvious.
“Yes, Master. I will try harder, Master.” The Jedi nodded and motioned for the two to continue sparring. Arsha scowled deeply in concentration, her small hands clasping the hilt of her practice lightsaber tightly, her fingers barely encompassing the ridged metal handle. The boy opposite grinned and lunged, aiming to lay yet another burn on her arm. She ducked the blow and skidded around behind him. Arsha knew it was wrong to attack an opponent’s back, but wasn’t about to get another lecture just for the satisfaction of taking the boy on his own terms. Gathering the Force, she pushed herself up and over his head, twisting over in the air above him. She slashed down, delivering a potentially killing blow to his neck.
The boy yowled in pain and clasped at the angry burn on his neck, dropping the practice lightsaber instantly. He glared at her angrily as the lightsaber hissed out between them. Arsha felt pride flood through her and smiled broadly at the fact that she had finally won a bout. The pride and smile both quickly dissipated at the stony glare from the Jedi Master. “Where did you learn that?” he snapped. Arsha frowned in confusion. “You should not be using that move at your age. Only when you are nearing your final years as a youngling should you be learning that.”
“I am sorry Master. I did not know.” Arsha whispered, her cheeks colouring slightly in embarrassment. Why couldn’t she get anything right? The Jedi frowned down at her and sighed, his face softening slightly.
“When will you learn, Arsha? Go to your room and do not leave until I come for you.” The boy scowled at her accusingly as she trudged from the room dejectedly.
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“You look as if you are lost in your memories,” Obi-Wan proclaimed at her dazed expression. Arsha started slightly at the sudden intrusion of his voice and attempted to re-engage her brain in order to create an acceptable sentence in response.
“I am of sorts. This room… arena… it reminds me of my past. It is something similar in shape and size to one I used to… play in.” She stumbled through the explanation, her mind still preoccupied. A Padawan below them was being praised for the move that had got her into so much trouble so long ago. Another memory skipped merrily into her mind, screaming for attention. It got it without a second thought.
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“Good Padawan, good. Now again.” Arsha didn’t pause in her exercise; she was pushing her body to its absolute limits but she would continue until her Master was satisfied. “Again.” Her muscles screamed for respite, her mind whimpered to be released from the iron- gripped concentration. “Again.” Arsha stumbled and fell to the floor, her chest heaving with exhaustion. A hand grasped her shoulder. “Are you alright?” The worried face gazed down at her.
“Yes, Master.” Pushing herself back onto her feet, she forced herself to do one last completion of the exercise. Her Master smiled fondly and draped an arm around Arsha’s shoulder, offering support.
“I knew you were the Padawan for me. The best choice for my first Padawan, you will make us both proud.” Arsha smiled and gazed up at her Master in adoration. The human woman was young and expected the best. Arsha strived to exceed those expectations and frequently did so. The girl had to end everything on her terms and refused defeat no matter what the price. “Go rest. We start again at first bell, in twelve hours time.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SORRY FOR THE DELAY, MY POOR BETA HAS BEEN WORKING HER SOCKS OFF AND THINGS HAVE BEEN DELAYED FOR REASONS BEYOND OUR MEAGRE HUMAN CONTROL! ANYWAY, DUE TO LATENESS OF POSTING THE NEXT ONE WILL BE UP THIS FRIDAY (25TH JUNE) 5 DAYS EARLIER AS AN APOLOGY!
MANY THANKS TO Judo Chops AND RavenNolan FOR THEIR REVIEWS!!! THEY ARE MUCH APPRECIATED!!!
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
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!
Chapter 9
“Arsha. Arsha, we’re here,” Obi-Wan whispered to the sleeping frame, his hand gently shaking her shoulder. She was fast asleep, her head resting companionably on his shoulder and her arms still clasping the bag containing her lightsaber close to her chest. Suddenly she was awake, her eyes raking over everything, assessing and calculating to the smallest detail. Obi-Wan smiled fondly. “We’re at the Jedi Temple. We will go to my chambers first. I will leave you there to finish sleeping and will return later.”
Arsha nodded and clambered free of the speeder, still avoiding the second Jedi’s gaze. Without warning, a boy in his late teens came streaking out of a decorative courtyard with a broad grin, his gaze fixed on Obi-Wan. “Master, you’ve returned… finally,” he playfully chided the older man.
Obi-Wan smiled in a fatherly way and patted the boy on his shoulder. “I was just about to search for you, Padawan. While you are here, let me introduce you. This is Arsha, Arsha this is my Padawan, Anakin Skywalker.” Anakin grinned broadly and extended a hand, Arsha took it and clasped firmly. Their eyes locked and held. This one was strong; she could feel the Force purring from his palm into hers. She snapped her grip free with an apologetic smile before her own midi-chlorians could return the favour.
Anakin seemed to sense nothing and maintained his broad grin as Obi-Wan continued, “Arsha will be sharing my chambers until she is settled and has rooms of her own.” Anakin nodded.
“You are staying?” Anakin glanced towards the female curiously. Obi-Wan responded to Anakin’s question for her.
“She’s mildly Force-sensitive and has expressed a desire to care for the younglings. I thought she could stay in the Temple, with the Council’s consent of course.” Obi-Wan smiled deeper and the trio headed for the Temple at his ushering. Arsha kept her eyes downcast, as this was all too familiar and unbidden memories were arising painfully.
Even with her eyes locked on the floor, she saw the small child feet clad in Jedi boots pattering where her own were. The swish of a youngling’s jute coloured clothing and the chocolate coloured belt were superimposed over her modern and duller travelling clothes. She could almost feel the comforting weight of a lightsaber dangling from her belt and gently bouncing off her hip, only there was no lightsaber there now. Her eyes looked up and rested on the corridor now dimly lit but then - in her memories - it had been bright with the last summer’s dawn.
The lifts took them flying past the various floors before slowing and swishing open onto the Jedi floor with private rooms. She took four steps and stopped, her eyes on the door to her right. It had swung open and the little girl in her mind had charged in, laughing boldly without a care in the world before it swung shut again. Shaking herself mentally, Arsha caught up with the happily united Master and Padawan.
Obi-Wan opened the third door on the left and showed the small party inside. Anakin instantly made himself at home by lounging across the whole of one sofa, his ankles crossed lazily. Arsha carefully placed her bags down next to the door and waited. Obi-Wan glanced her up and down. “You are more awake?” he queried with a faint quirk of his lips. Arsha inclined her head slightly to confirm that she was. “Perhaps you would like to see more of the Temple before retiring?” he queried, a mildly hopeful tone to his voice.
“That would be nice. A walk would ease my mind.” Arsha doubted that statement greatly, but it was best to assess the entire grounds of the enemy at the first opportunity. After all, you never knew when it would be beneficial to adjust and rejuvenate your past memories. No matter how familiar a place was, buildings grew and fell and grew anew and corridors became dead ends. Obi-Wan glanced back at Anakin, but the Padawan merely grinned knowingly.
“I have work that I can do,” Anakin announced abruptly, but Arsha felt the slight ripple of a mental communication, confirmed by the faint colouring of Obi-Wan’s cheeks. He closed the door smartly on his Padawan and motioned back to the lift. Arsha followed close behind.
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“Arsha, if you continue to work like this then no Jedi will take you on as their Padawan. You will be resigned to the Agricultural Corps. Do you not want to be a Jedi?” the tutor asked in a tone barely restraining his annoyance as Arsha rubbed at yet another burn in her growing collection. Already she had two scars from practice, one on her outer right thigh and one above her left hipbone. Both were given by the same boy; he drew mirth from her pain. She swore that he deliberately aimed to hit the same place over and over to ensure that there was a mark left there. Thankfully, neither scar that was already inflicted was that obvious.
“Yes, Master. I will try harder, Master.” The Jedi nodded and motioned for the two to continue sparring. Arsha scowled deeply in concentration, her small hands clasping the hilt of her practice lightsaber tightly, her fingers barely encompassing the ridged metal handle. The boy opposite grinned and lunged, aiming to lay yet another burn on her arm. She ducked the blow and skidded around behind him. Arsha knew it was wrong to attack an opponent’s back, but wasn’t about to get another lecture just for the satisfaction of taking the boy on his own terms. Gathering the Force, she pushed herself up and over his head, twisting over in the air above him. She slashed down, delivering a potentially killing blow to his neck.
The boy yowled in pain and clasped at the angry burn on his neck, dropping the practice lightsaber instantly. He glared at her angrily as the lightsaber hissed out between them. Arsha felt pride flood through her and smiled broadly at the fact that she had finally won a bout. The pride and smile both quickly dissipated at the stony glare from the Jedi Master. “Where did you learn that?” he snapped. Arsha frowned in confusion. “You should not be using that move at your age. Only when you are nearing your final years as a youngling should you be learning that.”
“I am sorry Master. I did not know.” Arsha whispered, her cheeks colouring slightly in embarrassment. Why couldn’t she get anything right? The Jedi frowned down at her and sighed, his face softening slightly.
“When will you learn, Arsha? Go to your room and do not leave until I come for you.” The boy scowled at her accusingly as she trudged from the room dejectedly.
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“You look as if you are lost in your memories,” Obi-Wan proclaimed at her dazed expression. Arsha started slightly at the sudden intrusion of his voice and attempted to re-engage her brain in order to create an acceptable sentence in response.
“I am of sorts. This room… arena… it reminds me of my past. It is something similar in shape and size to one I used to… play in.” She stumbled through the explanation, her mind still preoccupied. A Padawan below them was being praised for the move that had got her into so much trouble so long ago. Another memory skipped merrily into her mind, screaming for attention. It got it without a second thought.
:/
“Good Padawan, good. Now again.” Arsha didn’t pause in her exercise; she was pushing her body to its absolute limits but she would continue until her Master was satisfied. “Again.” Her muscles screamed for respite, her mind whimpered to be released from the iron- gripped concentration. “Again.” Arsha stumbled and fell to the floor, her chest heaving with exhaustion. A hand grasped her shoulder. “Are you alright?” The worried face gazed down at her.
“Yes, Master.” Pushing herself back onto her feet, she forced herself to do one last completion of the exercise. Her Master smiled fondly and draped an arm around Arsha’s shoulder, offering support.
“I knew you were the Padawan for me. The best choice for my first Padawan, you will make us both proud.” Arsha smiled and gazed up at her Master in adoration. The human woman was young and expected the best. Arsha strived to exceed those expectations and frequently did so. The girl had to end everything on her terms and refused defeat no matter what the price. “Go rest. We start again at first bell, in twelve hours time.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SORRY FOR THE DELAY, MY POOR BETA HAS BEEN WORKING HER SOCKS OFF AND THINGS HAVE BEEN DELAYED FOR REASONS BEYOND OUR MEAGRE HUMAN CONTROL! ANYWAY, DUE TO LATENESS OF POSTING THE NEXT ONE WILL BE UP THIS FRIDAY (25TH JUNE) 5 DAYS EARLIER AS AN APOLOGY!
MANY THANKS TO Judo Chops AND RavenNolan FOR THEIR REVIEWS!!! THEY ARE MUCH APPRECIATED!!!