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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,101
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11
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Chapter 14
Star Wars
Sandstorm
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 14
Obi-Wan glanced across at her, his arms folded over his chest. The dawn light was soothingly caressing both of their faces. “It is more beautiful today than I have ever remembered it. Perhaps it is the company,” he murmured with a smile. Slowly she met his gaze with a fond quirk of her lips.
“Smooth, Jedi, but not smooth enough,” Arsha whispered before retreating to her travel case and dragging out a set of clothes. Her eyes raked through the various items of clothing rapidly in an attempt to find something plain and simple; this was not a place she wanted to stand out in.
“Tell me what happened,” Obi-Wan whispered, hiding the begging tone from his voice. He was too curious for his own good where she was concerned. Not to mention that the memory was yielding some interesting and rather curious finds the more he probed into it. Arsha glanced over her shoulder towards him, shook her head briefly and retreated swiftly into the refresher to change.
By the time she emerged, Obi-Wan had finished eating and was sitting on his sofa, hands clasped in front of him. His eyes were pensive and focused on some distant land in his mind’s eye. Arsha sank down next to him, waiting patiently till his attention returned to the room, his eyes gradually resting on her silent frame.
“I was a teenager, just turned fifteen. I fell in with the wrong kind of people, and things happened. Nothing more need be said,” Arsha stated plainly as the Jedi listened quietly. It was a white lie, which was dangerous, but she hoped by almost broaching the truth she would push him away from discovering it. For a few moments silence reigned supreme in the small apartment, broken only by a sigh from Obi-Wan.
“We should go and find Anakin,” he announced as he rose smoothly and strode towards the door. He paused, realising she had not followed him. “Arsha? Would you rather remain here?”
“No, I just thought I would have to report to the nursery or some place.” Arsha quickly joined him by the doorway with a broad smile.
“Didn’t I explain?” Obi-Wan queried, frowning in confusion as Arsha shook her head. “Oh, well, we need to give them a week or so to update their system. Run some checks, things like that. Don’t worry, you’ll be away from me soon enough,” he teased with a fond grin.
“Good, because you’re starting to become an annoyance,” Arsha retorted as she slipped out of the door held open by Obi-Wan. She flicked him a quick grin and they strolled companionably towards the lift. Barely five minutes later they were in the Padawans quarters, Anakin leaning nonchalantly against his door with a cocky, self-assured grin. A pair of female Padawans were whispering behind their hands and glancing towards him with childish giggles in between frantic, barely audible words.
“Anakin, Arsha’s going to be accompanying us for a short while until her permit to work in the Temple is cleared,” Obi-Wan explained enthusiastically. Arsha watched the lad curiously; the teenager was arrogant, reeking of it, in fact. The air surrounding them was permeated in it. She smiled internally; that made her job ten times easier. Now all she had to do was find ten minutes when no one would intrude or suspect. That was all it was going to take to bring this little boy down, and with him, the whole Jedi order.
The day passed quietly, and she wasn’t alone or unobserved for a single second, much to her disgust. Her appearance was drawing much unwanted attention from younglings, Padawans and Jedi alike. None were above staring at the new addition. Obi-Wan watched her continuously out of the corner of his eye; she had a feeling that he was still watching her even when his was back was turned. Four times Anakin struck him on the hand during their lightsaber practice, and he barely blinked at the fact that he was getting officially trounced by the young man.
Finally, he was distracted by another Jedi Master. Anakin, deciding to investigate the new female that had caught his Master’s eye, abandoned the flock of young female Padawans and sank companionably onto the bench alongside Arsha. The other Padawans - a flock of girls to be precise - were maintaining a respectful distance and giggling away. “My Master seems to have grown quite attached to you,” Anakin proclaimed with a cheeky smirk.
“He’s very fond of you also,” Arsha replied with a cautious smile. “I see something he doesn’t though.” Anakin frowned slightly, still maintaining his easy grin at her statement.
“What do you mean?” Arsha leaned back, stretching her legs out while pretending to think through her response.
“I mean you. He sees you just as a boy. A young Padawan in need of guiding and leading. I see a young man, fully aware of his capabilities but completely unaware of his potential,” Arsha whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer so no one would overhear.
“Master Obi-Wan knows what is best for me,” Anakin stated, hiding his confusion. He was sure that somehow the girl had glanced into his thoughts, so accurate was her statement. Arsha nodded sarcastically, amusement trickling through her eyes.
“He’s afraid. You’re going to eclipse him, become something so truly powerful and good. He is afraid of just how good a Jedi you could become.” Arsha leaned closer, “He sees you becoming greater than him and he’s threatened by it. So he holds you back. He chides you for the smallest infraction and downplays the largest skill. Can’t you see it?” Anakin met her gaze soundly.
“What would a civilian know of these things?” he queried quietly. Arsha beamed at him.
“I know nothing of the Jedi, but I know how to read people better than most. Body language speaks louder than any bawled or whispered word. Watch him, study him, and you will see what I mean. He doesn’t value what you have, Anakin. He refuses to see it and nurture it. You could become so great and do so much good. I can see you righting so many wrongs,” Arsha tempted, knowing it was already trickling through to his secret thoughts of agreement, watching as Anakin stared at Obi-Wan.
“He’s my Master though. He knows what is best for me,” Anakin proclaimed clearly, sitting upright as he grew uncomfortable with the agreement in his mind.
“Of course he does. He would never do anything to harm you, but harming isn’t the same as restraining. He’s probably not even aware of it.” Arsha smiled in a reassuring way. Anakin glanced back towards her.
“He is my Master.” He stood up quickly and strode away, but Arsha knew she had done her job. She had laid the seeds; suspicion would water and nurture them. After all, once a rumour is laid bare, no matter how crude, it feeds and grows on suspicion of implication. The smallest infraction or lack of on Obi-Wan’s part would encourage the seeds to grow into a dark, constricting oblivion of doubt and insecurity. The boy was doomed, the Jedi Order was on the brink of destruction, and the satisfaction was barely marred by some distant memory of herself reprimanding the crime she had just committed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
NEXT CHAPTER: 10TH AUGUST (IMPROMPTU INTERNET ABSCENCE DUE TO SUPPLIER)
Sandstorm
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 14
Obi-Wan glanced across at her, his arms folded over his chest. The dawn light was soothingly caressing both of their faces. “It is more beautiful today than I have ever remembered it. Perhaps it is the company,” he murmured with a smile. Slowly she met his gaze with a fond quirk of her lips.
“Smooth, Jedi, but not smooth enough,” Arsha whispered before retreating to her travel case and dragging out a set of clothes. Her eyes raked through the various items of clothing rapidly in an attempt to find something plain and simple; this was not a place she wanted to stand out in.
“Tell me what happened,” Obi-Wan whispered, hiding the begging tone from his voice. He was too curious for his own good where she was concerned. Not to mention that the memory was yielding some interesting and rather curious finds the more he probed into it. Arsha glanced over her shoulder towards him, shook her head briefly and retreated swiftly into the refresher to change.
By the time she emerged, Obi-Wan had finished eating and was sitting on his sofa, hands clasped in front of him. His eyes were pensive and focused on some distant land in his mind’s eye. Arsha sank down next to him, waiting patiently till his attention returned to the room, his eyes gradually resting on her silent frame.
“I was a teenager, just turned fifteen. I fell in with the wrong kind of people, and things happened. Nothing more need be said,” Arsha stated plainly as the Jedi listened quietly. It was a white lie, which was dangerous, but she hoped by almost broaching the truth she would push him away from discovering it. For a few moments silence reigned supreme in the small apartment, broken only by a sigh from Obi-Wan.
“We should go and find Anakin,” he announced as he rose smoothly and strode towards the door. He paused, realising she had not followed him. “Arsha? Would you rather remain here?”
“No, I just thought I would have to report to the nursery or some place.” Arsha quickly joined him by the doorway with a broad smile.
“Didn’t I explain?” Obi-Wan queried, frowning in confusion as Arsha shook her head. “Oh, well, we need to give them a week or so to update their system. Run some checks, things like that. Don’t worry, you’ll be away from me soon enough,” he teased with a fond grin.
“Good, because you’re starting to become an annoyance,” Arsha retorted as she slipped out of the door held open by Obi-Wan. She flicked him a quick grin and they strolled companionably towards the lift. Barely five minutes later they were in the Padawans quarters, Anakin leaning nonchalantly against his door with a cocky, self-assured grin. A pair of female Padawans were whispering behind their hands and glancing towards him with childish giggles in between frantic, barely audible words.
“Anakin, Arsha’s going to be accompanying us for a short while until her permit to work in the Temple is cleared,” Obi-Wan explained enthusiastically. Arsha watched the lad curiously; the teenager was arrogant, reeking of it, in fact. The air surrounding them was permeated in it. She smiled internally; that made her job ten times easier. Now all she had to do was find ten minutes when no one would intrude or suspect. That was all it was going to take to bring this little boy down, and with him, the whole Jedi order.
The day passed quietly, and she wasn’t alone or unobserved for a single second, much to her disgust. Her appearance was drawing much unwanted attention from younglings, Padawans and Jedi alike. None were above staring at the new addition. Obi-Wan watched her continuously out of the corner of his eye; she had a feeling that he was still watching her even when his was back was turned. Four times Anakin struck him on the hand during their lightsaber practice, and he barely blinked at the fact that he was getting officially trounced by the young man.
Finally, he was distracted by another Jedi Master. Anakin, deciding to investigate the new female that had caught his Master’s eye, abandoned the flock of young female Padawans and sank companionably onto the bench alongside Arsha. The other Padawans - a flock of girls to be precise - were maintaining a respectful distance and giggling away. “My Master seems to have grown quite attached to you,” Anakin proclaimed with a cheeky smirk.
“He’s very fond of you also,” Arsha replied with a cautious smile. “I see something he doesn’t though.” Anakin frowned slightly, still maintaining his easy grin at her statement.
“What do you mean?” Arsha leaned back, stretching her legs out while pretending to think through her response.
“I mean you. He sees you just as a boy. A young Padawan in need of guiding and leading. I see a young man, fully aware of his capabilities but completely unaware of his potential,” Arsha whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer so no one would overhear.
“Master Obi-Wan knows what is best for me,” Anakin stated, hiding his confusion. He was sure that somehow the girl had glanced into his thoughts, so accurate was her statement. Arsha nodded sarcastically, amusement trickling through her eyes.
“He’s afraid. You’re going to eclipse him, become something so truly powerful and good. He is afraid of just how good a Jedi you could become.” Arsha leaned closer, “He sees you becoming greater than him and he’s threatened by it. So he holds you back. He chides you for the smallest infraction and downplays the largest skill. Can’t you see it?” Anakin met her gaze soundly.
“What would a civilian know of these things?” he queried quietly. Arsha beamed at him.
“I know nothing of the Jedi, but I know how to read people better than most. Body language speaks louder than any bawled or whispered word. Watch him, study him, and you will see what I mean. He doesn’t value what you have, Anakin. He refuses to see it and nurture it. You could become so great and do so much good. I can see you righting so many wrongs,” Arsha tempted, knowing it was already trickling through to his secret thoughts of agreement, watching as Anakin stared at Obi-Wan.
“He’s my Master though. He knows what is best for me,” Anakin proclaimed clearly, sitting upright as he grew uncomfortable with the agreement in his mind.
“Of course he does. He would never do anything to harm you, but harming isn’t the same as restraining. He’s probably not even aware of it.” Arsha smiled in a reassuring way. Anakin glanced back towards her.
“He is my Master.” He stood up quickly and strode away, but Arsha knew she had done her job. She had laid the seeds; suspicion would water and nurture them. After all, once a rumour is laid bare, no matter how crude, it feeds and grows on suspicion of implication. The smallest infraction or lack of on Obi-Wan’s part would encourage the seeds to grow into a dark, constricting oblivion of doubt and insecurity. The boy was doomed, the Jedi Order was on the brink of destruction, and the satisfaction was barely marred by some distant memory of herself reprimanding the crime she had just committed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
NEXT CHAPTER: 10TH AUGUST (IMPROMPTU INTERNET ABSCENCE DUE TO SUPPLIER)