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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,100
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 13
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 13
Arsha bolted the door of the refresher behind her and her eyes slipped closed with frustration at her lack of control. Slowly, she sank down against the cool metal of the door, her knees buckling and pressing against her chest as she sat on the floor. “Fool, you should have known. Damn your stupidity.” She cursed herself quietly; how many times had she been reprimanded in this very building for letting her mental guard down? It had failed her once again, and at a crucial time.
A faint knock resounded through the metal of the door, rippling down her spine. “Arsha?” Obi-Wan called through, his voice one of concern and most worryingly for her, intrigue.
“I’m fine, I just need a moment,” she shouted back, unsure of how thick the door was and not willing to discover that with a tendril of the Force’s senses just in case Obi-Wan felt it. Obi-Wan’s footsteps receded and she heard the soft release of air from a sofa as someone dropped on to it heavily.
Deciding it would be better to confront him sooner rather than later, Arsha stumbled back onto her feet and re-emerged into the main room. Obi-Wan watched her cautiously as she took the seat opposite him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“What good are words where the past is concerned? Nothing can be done to change it,” Arsha announced forcefully, folding her arms about herself protectively. Out of all the memories she had, why did the Jedi have to get the one that she never wanted anyone to see, least of all have to explain.
“Sometimes it can ease the pain,” Obi-Wan whispered, not wanting to antagonise her and more than a bit wary of harm that she might inflict.
“There is no pain,” Arsha hissed. The Jedi accepted that once again it was something that the female would not talk about. What a fool he had been thinking last night would have changed the angle of trust.
“I am going to rest. Where would you like to sleep?” he queried pleasantly, secretly hoping that he had not blown all chances of cultivating some form of relationship with his accidental discovery. Arsha sensed his desire and decided to run with it. He was a strange comfort.
“If it is all right with you, I would not complain about sharing again,” she whispered. Obi-Wan smiled faintly.
“Come through when you are ready to retire.” Arsha nodded and watched him disappear into the main bedchamber alone. She quickly slipped back into the refresher and dragged the datapad out of the hole. Arsha contemplated using the spice but decided against it; it would be interesting to see what dreams - and nightmares - were re-awakened in this building when exhaustion did not claim her mind.
The datapad lit up the second her finger grazed over the touch screen. Her eyes flicked over the instructions, the details, the plans and the research. She curled up and died inside. This would not be a good mission; it was covert throughout. The entire task would involve hiding from detection and lying directly under Obi-Wan’s nose, literally starting now.
‘To destroy the Order we must further corrupt the one that is already secretly beginning to fail in his Jedi logic. The Chosen One is ready for your trickery Arsha. Destroy him mentally, bring him to me, and we shall have annihilated the Jedi Order with one crushing blow. You know what awaits you should you fail.’ Her eyes grazed over the final sentences again. “Sith,” she cursed quietly under her breath, re-reading the instructions.
This was not what being an assassin was about. This was acting and deception. Her heart constricted painfully; she was in a potentially hostile environment and destined to corrupt the apple of the entire Jedi Order’s eye. She couldn’t get away with this. She was going to get caught, and she could already see them coming for her.
Slipping the datapad back into the hole, Arsha quickly changed into a night slip and headed for the main bedchamber. As quietly as possible, she lifted the covers and slid into the warmed bed. Obi-Wan watched her silently through the half-light as she tucked the sheets back around and led facing him. Without a word, Obi-Wan wriggled over and dragged her into a bear hug. He kissed the top of her head, completely unaware that the new turmoil boiling in her body was due to the datapad and not his mental intrusion. Neither of them truly noticed how swiftly this form of companionship had developed.
:/
Dawn rose late in the Coruscant skies, the buildings blocking its early morning glitter and only giving way to its bolder streaks of coppers and golds. Already there was action in the arena: a Padawan and Master engaged in battle. The hum of practice lightsabers and the hiss as they clashed and whirred past each other in an elegant dance, gracing each other for milliseconds before they pulled away and rejoined in a new position. The two fighters were moving almost as one, fluid and tranquil, despite the deadly dance they wove.
A Jedi Master appeared at the doorway and the duel was quickly brought to a close, the pair panting. Arsha glanced at her Master; the woman was already approaching the other Jedi. “Marlai, we have a task for you and your Padawan. It’s on Corellia, a dispute between the two largest starship building companies. Nothing more than negotiation will be required, I am sure, but they have requested a Jedi presence in discussions to ensure equality.” Marlai held a hand out for the datapad and quickly scanned through the information.
“We’ll leave as soon as we have a ship and some supplies,” Marlai stated with a grimace at the drab briefing. Arsha watched her Master curiously as the older woman’s eyes traced over every word, committing it to memory.
:/
The same kind of dawn rose that morning, as Arsha stirred from the warmth of the bed and gazed across the room. Obi-Wan was already up and dressed, standing at the window and gazing out over the gardens as the rising sun burned and then caressed them with colour. Arsha slipped from the bed and stepped next to him. “It’s beautiful.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY THANKS TO 'RavenNolan' FOR HER REVIEWS, THEY ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! MANY THANKS ALSO TO MY BETA 'Procyon'. THIS STORY WOULDN'T BE HERE OTHERWISE.
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 13
Arsha bolted the door of the refresher behind her and her eyes slipped closed with frustration at her lack of control. Slowly, she sank down against the cool metal of the door, her knees buckling and pressing against her chest as she sat on the floor. “Fool, you should have known. Damn your stupidity.” She cursed herself quietly; how many times had she been reprimanded in this very building for letting her mental guard down? It had failed her once again, and at a crucial time.
A faint knock resounded through the metal of the door, rippling down her spine. “Arsha?” Obi-Wan called through, his voice one of concern and most worryingly for her, intrigue.
“I’m fine, I just need a moment,” she shouted back, unsure of how thick the door was and not willing to discover that with a tendril of the Force’s senses just in case Obi-Wan felt it. Obi-Wan’s footsteps receded and she heard the soft release of air from a sofa as someone dropped on to it heavily.
Deciding it would be better to confront him sooner rather than later, Arsha stumbled back onto her feet and re-emerged into the main room. Obi-Wan watched her cautiously as she took the seat opposite him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“What good are words where the past is concerned? Nothing can be done to change it,” Arsha announced forcefully, folding her arms about herself protectively. Out of all the memories she had, why did the Jedi have to get the one that she never wanted anyone to see, least of all have to explain.
“Sometimes it can ease the pain,” Obi-Wan whispered, not wanting to antagonise her and more than a bit wary of harm that she might inflict.
“There is no pain,” Arsha hissed. The Jedi accepted that once again it was something that the female would not talk about. What a fool he had been thinking last night would have changed the angle of trust.
“I am going to rest. Where would you like to sleep?” he queried pleasantly, secretly hoping that he had not blown all chances of cultivating some form of relationship with his accidental discovery. Arsha sensed his desire and decided to run with it. He was a strange comfort.
“If it is all right with you, I would not complain about sharing again,” she whispered. Obi-Wan smiled faintly.
“Come through when you are ready to retire.” Arsha nodded and watched him disappear into the main bedchamber alone. She quickly slipped back into the refresher and dragged the datapad out of the hole. Arsha contemplated using the spice but decided against it; it would be interesting to see what dreams - and nightmares - were re-awakened in this building when exhaustion did not claim her mind.
The datapad lit up the second her finger grazed over the touch screen. Her eyes flicked over the instructions, the details, the plans and the research. She curled up and died inside. This would not be a good mission; it was covert throughout. The entire task would involve hiding from detection and lying directly under Obi-Wan’s nose, literally starting now.
‘To destroy the Order we must further corrupt the one that is already secretly beginning to fail in his Jedi logic. The Chosen One is ready for your trickery Arsha. Destroy him mentally, bring him to me, and we shall have annihilated the Jedi Order with one crushing blow. You know what awaits you should you fail.’ Her eyes grazed over the final sentences again. “Sith,” she cursed quietly under her breath, re-reading the instructions.
This was not what being an assassin was about. This was acting and deception. Her heart constricted painfully; she was in a potentially hostile environment and destined to corrupt the apple of the entire Jedi Order’s eye. She couldn’t get away with this. She was going to get caught, and she could already see them coming for her.
Slipping the datapad back into the hole, Arsha quickly changed into a night slip and headed for the main bedchamber. As quietly as possible, she lifted the covers and slid into the warmed bed. Obi-Wan watched her silently through the half-light as she tucked the sheets back around and led facing him. Without a word, Obi-Wan wriggled over and dragged her into a bear hug. He kissed the top of her head, completely unaware that the new turmoil boiling in her body was due to the datapad and not his mental intrusion. Neither of them truly noticed how swiftly this form of companionship had developed.
Dawn rose late in the Coruscant skies, the buildings blocking its early morning glitter and only giving way to its bolder streaks of coppers and golds. Already there was action in the arena: a Padawan and Master engaged in battle. The hum of practice lightsabers and the hiss as they clashed and whirred past each other in an elegant dance, gracing each other for milliseconds before they pulled away and rejoined in a new position. The two fighters were moving almost as one, fluid and tranquil, despite the deadly dance they wove.
A Jedi Master appeared at the doorway and the duel was quickly brought to a close, the pair panting. Arsha glanced at her Master; the woman was already approaching the other Jedi. “Marlai, we have a task for you and your Padawan. It’s on Corellia, a dispute between the two largest starship building companies. Nothing more than negotiation will be required, I am sure, but they have requested a Jedi presence in discussions to ensure equality.” Marlai held a hand out for the datapad and quickly scanned through the information.
“We’ll leave as soon as we have a ship and some supplies,” Marlai stated with a grimace at the drab briefing. Arsha watched her Master curiously as the older woman’s eyes traced over every word, committing it to memory.
The same kind of dawn rose that morning, as Arsha stirred from the warmth of the bed and gazed across the room. Obi-Wan was already up and dressed, standing at the window and gazing out over the gardens as the rising sun burned and then caressed them with colour. Arsha slipped from the bed and stepped next to him. “It’s beautiful.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY THANKS TO 'RavenNolan' FOR HER REVIEWS, THEY ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! MANY THANKS ALSO TO MY BETA 'Procyon'. THIS STORY WOULDN'T BE HERE OTHERWISE.