Sandstorm
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,086
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 1
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 1
Sidas slumped with a choke, flailing his arms weakly. Arsha glared down at him before lazily waving her hand to banish his soul to another dimension. It was simple once you knew how to locate the soul. Such fragile things needed only the slightest of pushes by someone who knew how to wield the Force in such a way. Of course, the body had to be weak first, that was when the soul shone at it’s brightest. She knelt, rooting through his clothing to search for anything that might be valuable in any sense of the word. Nothing presented itself as worthy of keeping so she scrambled around to stand at his head. Squatting, she grasped his shoulders and began to drag him away from the door.
She dropped him sharply when the door issued another resounding knock. Arsha stood and stared - could it be possible that he had brought backup? She shook her head; she knew Sidas. He didn’t have anyone he could call upon for aid. He had the same profession as her, working alone… in the shadows. Flicking a wrist at the door to her right caused it to slide open. Arsha quickly shoved the body inside and rapidly bolted the door before pulling a tapestry across the front of it.
Slowly she stepped back up to the front door and slid the bolt free before peering once again around the corner. “Oh thank the Force! I was beginning to think no one was in,” a gentle voice shouted over the increasing wind. “I’m sorry, there’s a storm brewing. Would you mind if I took shelter? It’s just that my ship was hit by an asteroid. I’ll be off first thing in the morning if this storm has cleared. Please, I can pay you for your kindness.” Arsha trailed her eyes over him carefully sensing out any anomalies.
Interesting style of clothing, and he wore what appeared to be a… lightsaber. She couldn’t afford him becoming suspicious of her recent assassination. The Jedi Order would not be welcoming if informed of her existence. Pasting a welcoming smile on her face, she stepped aside gracefully, gesturing with one arm that he was welcome to enter. “Please, be my guest.”
The stranger gave a grateful smile and stepped into the room with an appreciative glance around. Simple yet exotic, he thought, then paused as his eyes landed a wall display of rather intricate and deadly weapons. He knew the majority of them were illegal in the Republic. He glanced back at his host curiously and her eyes followed his over to the array of weaponry.
“Oh, those… They’re just a display. They’ve never been used, so don’t worry. Wouldn’t know which end to get hold of!” She smiled and chuckled lightly, her eyes roved roving over him again. “What’s your name?” He contemplated her briefly before answering.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi.” She nodded slightly and leaned back against the door to close it, sliding the bolt home once again. Slowly she stepped away from the cool metal door and strode around him, assessing every angle.
“You’re a Jedi.” Obi-Wan glanced down at her, as she was only an inch or two smaller than him. Fiery red hair in perfect coils, emerald green, penetrating eyes and pale, almost translucent skin. She was unusual looking rather than beautiful, with a very wiry build similar to that of an athlete or someone used to stealth… he contemplated the possibilities, then dismissed the ideas. Then dismissed the ideas, after all what kind of work could an assassin do from the middle of a desert?
“What makes you think that?” he whispered, watching her warily. Without warning, as she strode past him she flicked his lightsaber from his belt and into her hands. She tossed it over her shoulder without pause, and he caught it neatly with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing in particular.” She glanced at him over her shoulder with a quirky smile before striding off into the small kitchen. “You want something to eat?” Obi-Wan slipped the lightsaber back onto his belt and followed her into the small room.
“If it’s not too much trouble.” He watched as she stirred the steaming liquid, her whole attention focused on the task.
“I wouldn’t have offered if it was. Go sit, it’ll be ready soon.” Obi-Wan nodded faintly and sank into a plush sofa. He was weary from a walk made hard enough by the shifting sands of the desert and added to by the howling, raging wind of the impending storm. It had been tearing at him viciously, trying valiantly to knock him to the ground and bury him under its swirling mantle.
Arsha watched out of the corner of her eye as the Jedi collapsed into the sofa wearily and then stepped sideways, feeling under the over-hang of the counter. Her fingers brushed against a series of buttons and typed in a code. In front of her the shelves shifted, swapping with one behind the silvery wall. The new shelf clicked into place and she examined the various phials and bottles displayed in varying shades of every colour known.
Slipping one out of the many, Arsha closed the shelf and glanced back to check that the Jedi was still stationary. Her heart paused when there was no sign of him on the sofa. Swiftly her eyes scanned the area and her heart stilled when she spotted him studying her array of weaponry. Tipping the bottle over a spoon she carefully measured out the draught and stirred the pot swiftly.
Obi-Wan ran a finger over the edge of a dagger, the paper sharp edge slicing the pad of his finger. He frowned; it was unusual to keep display weaponry so sharp or in such workable condition. Just glancing over the weaponry he could see that everything could be taken down and used instantly. It was all in perfect working order and cared for in a way that no one who just liked looking at it could have kept it. The clatter of a plate on glass made him turn.
Arsha smiled and motioned towards the plate as she curled up in a chair opposite where he had been sitting moments ago. She watched as Obi-Wan slowly slipped back down, his eyes watching her curiously. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Arsha.” Obi-Wan nodded and glanced down at the plate suspiciously. The broth looked delicious but he was suspicious from the weaponry study. She seemed to sense it and frowned slightly, “You do not trust me?” He smiled wryly, he was sure he was being over-cautious. The mission had been difficult and he was shaken from that surprise landing. “Look.” She reached across and scooped up a mouthful from his bowl with her spoon.
He watched as she swallowed it without question and nodded slightly. With a faint smile he set into the meal. “It’s been a long day.” Arsha nodded pretending to understand whilst mentally rolling her eyes. Nearly five minutes later Obi-Wan slumped over on the sofa. Creeping over to him, her fingers graced his pulse checking that she hadn’t over-dosed him.
A proud smile lit her features. The little Jedi was sound asleep thanks to her infusing the broth with a sleeping draught. Why hadn’t she been affected? It was simple really, a small amount of the draught everyday built up a resistance. She’d spent years building up immunities to various poisons and draughts and now there was very little that could ruin her.
After checking once more to be sure that the Jedi was definitely asleep, Arsha stepped back into the kitchen pressing the same buttons but in a different sequence. A comlink slid out of the wall and waited for her. Pressing in the contact’s number she waited for the call to go through. A deep metallic voice rang out through the metal grill, “Yes?”
“Tell your master 229-2.” The neutral buzz set in but only for a few seconds before a masculine voice came online.
“What do you want? I told you not to contact me here.” Arsha smiled faintly at that.
“You said you wanted to be notified if I ever came into contact with a Jedi.” Stunned silence echoed eerily over the comlink and her smile deepened. How she adored fate, it always favoured her.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
JUST FOUND OUT THAT I'M GOING TO BE WITHOUT THE INTERNET TILL MONDAY 9TH APRIL SO ALL THOSE OF YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO MY WEEKLY UPDATE ARE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT AN EXTRA DAY!
TO 'Judo Chops' I AM HOPING THAT THIS LIVES UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS AND WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR FEEDBACK! OR ANYONE'S FEEDBACK FOR THAT MATTER, DON'T BE SHY!
MANY THANKS TO THE TWO PEEPS WHO RATED! APPRECIATE IT!! :D
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 1
Sidas slumped with a choke, flailing his arms weakly. Arsha glared down at him before lazily waving her hand to banish his soul to another dimension. It was simple once you knew how to locate the soul. Such fragile things needed only the slightest of pushes by someone who knew how to wield the Force in such a way. Of course, the body had to be weak first, that was when the soul shone at it’s brightest. She knelt, rooting through his clothing to search for anything that might be valuable in any sense of the word. Nothing presented itself as worthy of keeping so she scrambled around to stand at his head. Squatting, she grasped his shoulders and began to drag him away from the door.
She dropped him sharply when the door issued another resounding knock. Arsha stood and stared - could it be possible that he had brought backup? She shook her head; she knew Sidas. He didn’t have anyone he could call upon for aid. He had the same profession as her, working alone… in the shadows. Flicking a wrist at the door to her right caused it to slide open. Arsha quickly shoved the body inside and rapidly bolted the door before pulling a tapestry across the front of it.
Slowly she stepped back up to the front door and slid the bolt free before peering once again around the corner. “Oh thank the Force! I was beginning to think no one was in,” a gentle voice shouted over the increasing wind. “I’m sorry, there’s a storm brewing. Would you mind if I took shelter? It’s just that my ship was hit by an asteroid. I’ll be off first thing in the morning if this storm has cleared. Please, I can pay you for your kindness.” Arsha trailed her eyes over him carefully sensing out any anomalies.
Interesting style of clothing, and he wore what appeared to be a… lightsaber. She couldn’t afford him becoming suspicious of her recent assassination. The Jedi Order would not be welcoming if informed of her existence. Pasting a welcoming smile on her face, she stepped aside gracefully, gesturing with one arm that he was welcome to enter. “Please, be my guest.”
The stranger gave a grateful smile and stepped into the room with an appreciative glance around. Simple yet exotic, he thought, then paused as his eyes landed a wall display of rather intricate and deadly weapons. He knew the majority of them were illegal in the Republic. He glanced back at his host curiously and her eyes followed his over to the array of weaponry.
“Oh, those… They’re just a display. They’ve never been used, so don’t worry. Wouldn’t know which end to get hold of!” She smiled and chuckled lightly, her eyes roved roving over him again. “What’s your name?” He contemplated her briefly before answering.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi.” She nodded slightly and leaned back against the door to close it, sliding the bolt home once again. Slowly she stepped away from the cool metal door and strode around him, assessing every angle.
“You’re a Jedi.” Obi-Wan glanced down at her, as she was only an inch or two smaller than him. Fiery red hair in perfect coils, emerald green, penetrating eyes and pale, almost translucent skin. She was unusual looking rather than beautiful, with a very wiry build similar to that of an athlete or someone used to stealth… he contemplated the possibilities, then dismissed the ideas. Then dismissed the ideas, after all what kind of work could an assassin do from the middle of a desert?
“What makes you think that?” he whispered, watching her warily. Without warning, as she strode past him she flicked his lightsaber from his belt and into her hands. She tossed it over her shoulder without pause, and he caught it neatly with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing in particular.” She glanced at him over her shoulder with a quirky smile before striding off into the small kitchen. “You want something to eat?” Obi-Wan slipped the lightsaber back onto his belt and followed her into the small room.
“If it’s not too much trouble.” He watched as she stirred the steaming liquid, her whole attention focused on the task.
“I wouldn’t have offered if it was. Go sit, it’ll be ready soon.” Obi-Wan nodded faintly and sank into a plush sofa. He was weary from a walk made hard enough by the shifting sands of the desert and added to by the howling, raging wind of the impending storm. It had been tearing at him viciously, trying valiantly to knock him to the ground and bury him under its swirling mantle.
Arsha watched out of the corner of her eye as the Jedi collapsed into the sofa wearily and then stepped sideways, feeling under the over-hang of the counter. Her fingers brushed against a series of buttons and typed in a code. In front of her the shelves shifted, swapping with one behind the silvery wall. The new shelf clicked into place and she examined the various phials and bottles displayed in varying shades of every colour known.
Slipping one out of the many, Arsha closed the shelf and glanced back to check that the Jedi was still stationary. Her heart paused when there was no sign of him on the sofa. Swiftly her eyes scanned the area and her heart stilled when she spotted him studying her array of weaponry. Tipping the bottle over a spoon she carefully measured out the draught and stirred the pot swiftly.
Obi-Wan ran a finger over the edge of a dagger, the paper sharp edge slicing the pad of his finger. He frowned; it was unusual to keep display weaponry so sharp or in such workable condition. Just glancing over the weaponry he could see that everything could be taken down and used instantly. It was all in perfect working order and cared for in a way that no one who just liked looking at it could have kept it. The clatter of a plate on glass made him turn.
Arsha smiled and motioned towards the plate as she curled up in a chair opposite where he had been sitting moments ago. She watched as Obi-Wan slowly slipped back down, his eyes watching her curiously. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Arsha.” Obi-Wan nodded and glanced down at the plate suspiciously. The broth looked delicious but he was suspicious from the weaponry study. She seemed to sense it and frowned slightly, “You do not trust me?” He smiled wryly, he was sure he was being over-cautious. The mission had been difficult and he was shaken from that surprise landing. “Look.” She reached across and scooped up a mouthful from his bowl with her spoon.
He watched as she swallowed it without question and nodded slightly. With a faint smile he set into the meal. “It’s been a long day.” Arsha nodded pretending to understand whilst mentally rolling her eyes. Nearly five minutes later Obi-Wan slumped over on the sofa. Creeping over to him, her fingers graced his pulse checking that she hadn’t over-dosed him.
A proud smile lit her features. The little Jedi was sound asleep thanks to her infusing the broth with a sleeping draught. Why hadn’t she been affected? It was simple really, a small amount of the draught everyday built up a resistance. She’d spent years building up immunities to various poisons and draughts and now there was very little that could ruin her.
After checking once more to be sure that the Jedi was definitely asleep, Arsha stepped back into the kitchen pressing the same buttons but in a different sequence. A comlink slid out of the wall and waited for her. Pressing in the contact’s number she waited for the call to go through. A deep metallic voice rang out through the metal grill, “Yes?”
“Tell your master 229-2.” The neutral buzz set in but only for a few seconds before a masculine voice came online.
“What do you want? I told you not to contact me here.” Arsha smiled faintly at that.
“You said you wanted to be notified if I ever came into contact with a Jedi.” Stunned silence echoed eerily over the comlink and her smile deepened. How she adored fate, it always favoured her.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
JUST FOUND OUT THAT I'M GOING TO BE WITHOUT THE INTERNET TILL MONDAY 9TH APRIL SO ALL THOSE OF YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO MY WEEKLY UPDATE ARE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT AN EXTRA DAY!
TO 'Judo Chops' I AM HOPING THAT THIS LIVES UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS AND WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR FEEDBACK! OR ANYONE'S FEEDBACK FOR THAT MATTER, DON'T BE SHY!
MANY THANKS TO THE TWO PEEPS WHO RATED! APPRECIATE IT!! :D