Flight Maneuvers
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,684
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part 2
Title: Flight Maneuvers 2/5
Author: Ginny Powell
Rating: NC-17
Setting: Pre-TPM. Obi is young but over the age of consent.
Archive: Sure, just tell me.
Feedback: Of course! wmginnypowell@yahoo.com
Also available at my website: http://www.geocities.com/wmginnypowell/swtpm.html
Disclaimer: George only wishes he could film stuff like this (I’m sure he puts Natalie in this stuff in his head all the time).
Summary: O/f smut. Enjoy.
There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force
Part 2
Fourteenth hour found Obi-Wan hurrying toward Hangar 5. It had taken
some finagling, a few favors, a trade or two, and a bit of truth-
stretching, but he had managed to change his schedule around just in
time to give M’larie the “lesson” she had requested. The intervening
hours had given him time to vacillate several times on the nature of
said “lesson”. His original confidence that she had rather artfully
arranged a private rendezvous was currently being replaced by the
disappointing thought that she had simply chosen him as her new
instructor. He was, after all, a skilled pilot and had instructed
other padawans before. Perhaps that was all she’d meant by his
“impressive” attributes.
As he reached the hangar, Obi sighed. If this really was just
M’larie’s way of changing instructors, well then he’d give her a flying
lesson. But if it was something else… Well, he’d give her that, too.
Attempting nonchalance, he entered the hangar.
M’larie hadn’t specified which craft the lesson would be conducted in,
but it was immediately obvious that finding her wouldn’t be a problem.
Even hearing her wouldn’t be a problem. She was standing at the bottom
of the ramp of a standard second-grade NJS-212, arguing with a somewhat
irate Knight. Obi headed toward them, pulling his nonchalance around
him like a shield.
“I’m warning you, Em,” the Knight, a Cerean, was saying while M’larie
rolled her eyes. “You can’t just-”
“There you are, Obi,” M’larie interrupted, moving to take his arm as he
neared, her expression suddenly warm. “Do you know Ki-Mal?” She
gestured to the Knight and her eyes turned cold. “He won’t be
instructing me any more.” For a moment, Obi thought she might stick
out her tongue.
“Knight Mis,” Obi addressed the man with a slight bow, attempting to
make the best of this increasingly strange situation. But Ki-Mal
ignored him.
“A lowly padawan?” the Knight fairly spat at M’larie. “You working
your way down? What’ll it be next, the janitorial staff?”
“Come on, Obi, we don’t want to miss our launch window,” M’larie said
calmly, leading her new instructor up the ramp. Behind them, Obi
thought he heard Ki-Mal say “Slut,” and possibly M’larie whispered
“Pencil dick,” but he couldn’t be sure and chose to ignore both
epithets as they reached the top of the ramp and M’larie palmed the
controls to close it.
“Sorry about that, Obi,” M’larie was saying as they made their way to
the cockpit. “You know that whole ‘There is no passion’ thing? They
were talking about him.” She slid into the pilot’s chair and motioned
for him to take the co-pilot’s seat to her right.
He obligingly sat, while mentally juggling all the possible meanings of
what she had just said and his possible response. After a minute he
realized she didn’t seem to require a response, but was instead
competently beginning takeoff procedures. So he dropped it.
“You did perform a standard preflight check?” he felt compelled to ask
as she began to taxi out of the hangar. He was the instructor after
all.
“Of course.”
“And filed our flight plan?”
“Done.”
“And-”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” M’larie preempted his questions impatiently.
“Relax, it’s just a little intrastellar jaunt. This rust bucket
doesn’t even have a hyperdrive.” She turned to him and smiled. “Think
of it as a pleasure cruise.”
Obi-Wan, returning her smile, let his internal balance tilt a little
toward the rendezvous side. But he still kept his eye on her piloting,
as well as the rest of her. By the time they had broken orbit and were
heading toward a pocket of clear space just above the orbital plane of
the second planet in the system, it was clear that she knew her way
around the controls. This clearly was not her first lesson. Still he
felt the need to give the appearance of instructing her, at least until
she made her intentions clear.
“Why don’t you point out the secondary backup valve failsafe for me?”
he suggested, choosing a somewhat advanced control to better gauge
where she was in her course of instruction.
“Here,” she pointed languidly. “And this is the emergency comm signal
enhancer, and this…” She went on, quickly and thoroughly – and
correctly – extolling the names and uses of even the most obscure
controls on the panel, all while continuing to fly the ship. When she
was done, she turned to her instructor with a mischievous smile. “Do I
pass inspection?”
“Yes, quite well,” Obi answered. He couldn’t help but let his eyes
wander over her. Her traditional Jedi robes partially obscured her
figure, but he remembered what was under there from the morning.
Forcing his eyes up, he made one last attempt to determine the true
nature of this lesson. “You’ve passed instrumentation, then. Shall we
go to maneuvering?”
She smiled then, and his heart thumped with hope. Then she turned back
to the control panel.
Obi let out the breath he’d been holding and prepared to watch her go
through standard flight maneuvers. Instead, she switched on autopilot.
“Um,” he began. “This is an educational craft. There’s an automatic
flight log. When your Master reviews it, he’s bouo woo wonder why we
went to auto.”
“And I’ll tell him we did very thorough instrumentation drills. As far
as he knows, I’m terrible at them.” M’larie turned her chair towards
Obi.
“But we already did those.”
She took his chair by the arms and turned him towards her. Then she
slid forward until her knees were on either side of his. “Then we
won’t be lying,” she whispered, her face very near his.
“Oh,” was all he could think of to say.
Author: Ginny Powell
Rating: NC-17
Setting: Pre-TPM. Obi is young but over the age of consent.
Archive: Sure, just tell me.
Feedback: Of course! wmginnypowell@yahoo.com
Also available at my website: http://www.geocities.com/wmginnypowell/swtpm.html
Disclaimer: George only wishes he could film stuff like this (I’m sure he puts Natalie in this stuff in his head all the time).
Summary: O/f smut. Enjoy.
There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force
Part 2
Fourteenth hour found Obi-Wan hurrying toward Hangar 5. It had taken
some finagling, a few favors, a trade or two, and a bit of truth-
stretching, but he had managed to change his schedule around just in
time to give M’larie the “lesson” she had requested. The intervening
hours had given him time to vacillate several times on the nature of
said “lesson”. His original confidence that she had rather artfully
arranged a private rendezvous was currently being replaced by the
disappointing thought that she had simply chosen him as her new
instructor. He was, after all, a skilled pilot and had instructed
other padawans before. Perhaps that was all she’d meant by his
“impressive” attributes.
As he reached the hangar, Obi sighed. If this really was just
M’larie’s way of changing instructors, well then he’d give her a flying
lesson. But if it was something else… Well, he’d give her that, too.
Attempting nonchalance, he entered the hangar.
M’larie hadn’t specified which craft the lesson would be conducted in,
but it was immediately obvious that finding her wouldn’t be a problem.
Even hearing her wouldn’t be a problem. She was standing at the bottom
of the ramp of a standard second-grade NJS-212, arguing with a somewhat
irate Knight. Obi headed toward them, pulling his nonchalance around
him like a shield.
“I’m warning you, Em,” the Knight, a Cerean, was saying while M’larie
rolled her eyes. “You can’t just-”
“There you are, Obi,” M’larie interrupted, moving to take his arm as he
neared, her expression suddenly warm. “Do you know Ki-Mal?” She
gestured to the Knight and her eyes turned cold. “He won’t be
instructing me any more.” For a moment, Obi thought she might stick
out her tongue.
“Knight Mis,” Obi addressed the man with a slight bow, attempting to
make the best of this increasingly strange situation. But Ki-Mal
ignored him.
“A lowly padawan?” the Knight fairly spat at M’larie. “You working
your way down? What’ll it be next, the janitorial staff?”
“Come on, Obi, we don’t want to miss our launch window,” M’larie said
calmly, leading her new instructor up the ramp. Behind them, Obi
thought he heard Ki-Mal say “Slut,” and possibly M’larie whispered
“Pencil dick,” but he couldn’t be sure and chose to ignore both
epithets as they reached the top of the ramp and M’larie palmed the
controls to close it.
“Sorry about that, Obi,” M’larie was saying as they made their way to
the cockpit. “You know that whole ‘There is no passion’ thing? They
were talking about him.” She slid into the pilot’s chair and motioned
for him to take the co-pilot’s seat to her right.
He obligingly sat, while mentally juggling all the possible meanings of
what she had just said and his possible response. After a minute he
realized she didn’t seem to require a response, but was instead
competently beginning takeoff procedures. So he dropped it.
“You did perform a standard preflight check?” he felt compelled to ask
as she began to taxi out of the hangar. He was the instructor after
all.
“Of course.”
“And filed our flight plan?”
“Done.”
“And-”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” M’larie preempted his questions impatiently.
“Relax, it’s just a little intrastellar jaunt. This rust bucket
doesn’t even have a hyperdrive.” She turned to him and smiled. “Think
of it as a pleasure cruise.”
Obi-Wan, returning her smile, let his internal balance tilt a little
toward the rendezvous side. But he still kept his eye on her piloting,
as well as the rest of her. By the time they had broken orbit and were
heading toward a pocket of clear space just above the orbital plane of
the second planet in the system, it was clear that she knew her way
around the controls. This clearly was not her first lesson. Still he
felt the need to give the appearance of instructing her, at least until
she made her intentions clear.
“Why don’t you point out the secondary backup valve failsafe for me?”
he suggested, choosing a somewhat advanced control to better gauge
where she was in her course of instruction.
“Here,” she pointed languidly. “And this is the emergency comm signal
enhancer, and this…” She went on, quickly and thoroughly – and
correctly – extolling the names and uses of even the most obscure
controls on the panel, all while continuing to fly the ship. When she
was done, she turned to her instructor with a mischievous smile. “Do I
pass inspection?”
“Yes, quite well,” Obi answered. He couldn’t help but let his eyes
wander over her. Her traditional Jedi robes partially obscured her
figure, but he remembered what was under there from the morning.
Forcing his eyes up, he made one last attempt to determine the true
nature of this lesson. “You’ve passed instrumentation, then. Shall we
go to maneuvering?”
She smiled then, and his heart thumped with hope. Then she turned back
to the control panel.
Obi let out the breath he’d been holding and prepared to watch her go
through standard flight maneuvers. Instead, she switched on autopilot.
“Um,” he began. “This is an educational craft. There’s an automatic
flight log. When your Master reviews it, he’s bouo woo wonder why we
went to auto.”
“And I’ll tell him we did very thorough instrumentation drills. As far
as he knows, I’m terrible at them.” M’larie turned her chair towards
Obi.
“But we already did those.”
She took his chair by the arms and turned him towards her. Then she
slid forward until her knees were on either side of his. “Then we
won’t be lying,” she whispered, her face very near his.
“Oh,” was all he could think of to say.