The Darkness of Desire
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
15,803
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Renewed Warmth
Darkness of Desire
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit story, and I own none of the characters.
Author – Courtier
Rating – PG at first, N-17 in later chapters
Summary – A coming of age story chronicling the relationship between Anakin Skywalker and his master, Obi-wan Kenobi; a story of passion, empathy, and confliction.
It continues as Queen Amidala, two Jedi Knights, and a young boy make their way towards the planet of Naboo. . .
Chapter III – Renewed Warmth
Obi-wan Kenobi stood at the far side of the Queen’s audience chamber aboard the Nubian Cruiser, listening attentively to the young monarch’s plan to regain a hold on her planet’s government. The young Jedi admired the sovereign’s determined will. Her wisdom was far beyond her physical age, and the plan of action to employ the Gungan’s army as a distraction to infiltrate her palace was well thought of and highly clever. His attention transferred to his master as he spoke to the Queen.
“We will do whatever is in our power to aid you in your endeavor, your majesty,” Qui-gon spoke as he bowed before her.
“Your help is greatly appreciated, masters,” she replied in her solemn voice, glancing to Obi-wan as well.
The young knight nodded in respect to her before following his master out of the audience chamber. He stopped short however in the silver hallway as Qui-gon turned to him.
“This is a dangerous mission she has planned,” Qui-gon murmured. “The federation will not bow to her demands easily. We must be cautious.”
“Of course, Master.” Obi-wan concurred. His master stood in concentrated thought for a moment before taking his leave to converse with the Queen’s captain of arms. Obi-wan remained in the hall, heavy with thought. I sense something. . .dark. My master feels it also. . . He wished he had not quarreled with Qui-gon when they’d departed Coruscant. His master was still mildly upset with him, judging by his curtness and over-formality. I should not have grown angry with him. After all, he believes I am ready to become a Knight. Obi-wan detested conflicting with his master that he respected and loved. It gave him a deep wretched feeling of loss and failure. It was just. . . .Why was he so transfixed with this boy? He’d seemed to so carelessly set me, his apprentice, aside for this boy that knows nothing of the Jedi or their teachings! Obi-wan drew a shaky breath to sigh wearily. I must make amends. If not now, then soon. Something wicked tremors within the force.
He continued down the corridor, making his way towards the lounge. He needed to sit down for a moment’s peace and clear his mind. Perhaps quiet meditation would allow him the tranquility he desired. Within the lounge was the boy, Anakin, and one of the Queen’s guards; the guard being subject to Anakin’s questions and seemed quite flustered at the numerous amount of them.
“What model of blaster do you have?” the boy asked, sitting crossed-legged atop the table in front of the guard.
“Uh, issue 789-rt.” the man replied after a swift check to his blaster at his side.
“Have you ever shot anyone with it before?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
Obi-wan took a seat across the room, witnessing the comical interrogation.
“Why did you shoot them?” the boy continued, “Were they trying to kill the queen, or were you just mad at them?”
The Jedi lifted a hand to his mouth to cover a slight smile. Poor man. . .
“They – they were a threat to my lady’s security,” the guard stammered. “Lad, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to her majesty in order to inquire if my services are needed at the moment.” He headed for the corridor with a swift smile. “Master Jedi,” he nodded as he noticed Obi-wan before exiting.
Uncomfortable silence stifled the room just then. Obi-wan shifted his attention to see Anakin gazing at him with large blue eyes. The boy looked quickly away as his stare was noted. The Jedi immediately felt a stab of guilt come over him. He sensed my anger. The boy truly was adept with the force if he could read the knight’s emotions. My stubborn behavior has caused my master’s disappointment, and this young boy’s damaged feelings. Obi-wan maintained his attention on the boy who was beginning to climb down from the table to leave the room, and tried to imagine what it must feel like to be far away from everything you knew and loved to be regarded with suspicion.
“Anakin,” Obi-wan called to the boy just before his absence. The boy halted, and turned to meet his gaze slowly.
“Yes, sir?” Anakin’s quiet voice was soft and afraid. Obi-wan felt terrible.
“I’ve known Qui-gon since I was very young,” Obi-wan spoke kindly, “He is a determined man. He will see that you become a Jedi.”
Anakin bit his lip and looked apprehensive, yet faintly hopeful.
“Do you really think so, Obi-wan?” he took a few steps toward the Jedi, a dim gladness radiating from him. Obi-wan nodded,
“I do, Anakin.”
A more contented look on his face, Anakin walked over to sit beside Obi-wan at the booth. He moved his mouth thoughtfully from side to side for a few moments, seeming to contemplate his next statement.
“What is it?” Obi-wan inquired.
“It’s nothing,” the boy shook his head, yet continued, “Master Obi-wan, sir, did I do something to make you angry with me?” The guilt struck Obi-wan again.
“No, Anakin. I was not angry with you, I just – . I’m sorry to have upset you.” He looked down at the boy beside him.
Anakin gazed upwards towards the knight a while before finally giving a small smile.
“I’m glad you’re not mad. It seems like everyone else doesn’t like me. . .”
Poor lad. Obi-wan decided to draw the boy’s mind from the Jedi council’s unpleasant tidings.
“Qui-gon told me of your pod racing victory. Tell me, how does a young boy master the skill of pods?” Pod racing was highly dangerous and no human had ever before attempted it successfully. How had the boy done it?
Eyes brightened with renewed happiness, the boy went on to tell of his exciting race which had led to the Queen’s much needed escape from Naboo. He told of the swift turns, Sebulba the cheater, the sand people that had meant to shoot him, and his eventual victory. Anakin’s face was bright with excitement as he recalled the race and even grasped Obi-wan’s shoulders to get his point across at times! Obi-wan listened all the while with amusement at the young lad’s story of triumph. Soon, his sense of foreboding and dread had abated significantly. Interestingly enough, he noted that a mere quarter of an hour with the boy had put him more at ease than an hour of quiet mediation would have been! Qui-gon is right. There is something about this boy. . .
***********
The night before they descended onto Naboo, Obi-wan slept fitfully. A strange and haunting dream came to his mind. In the dream there was fire everywhere. Emotional pain and despair flowed through him stronger than the force had ever done. Before him stood a young man. Evil surrounded him in a shroud of shadow. Obi-wan’s heart shuddered as he realized the young man meant to kill him.
“This is the end for you, my master,” the man sneered.
Obi-wan woke with a start. He was shaking with fear and horror. He looked around him in the sleeping quarters. No one had noticed his sudden cry from the nightmare. The young Jedi brought a hand to his heart to steady it.
Catching his breath, Obi-wan saw Anakin sleeping soundly across the room. He watched as his chest rose and fell in steady slumber, his innocent face soundly sleeping. The image seemed to calm Obi-wan, and he laid down once more to sleep; praying that he should not be plagued with the horrid dream once more. . .What had it meant?
To Be Continued. . . . . .
Once again, thank you for all of your reviews. They are all read with much gratitude. :) If you feel so inclined, please review to share your insight or criticism. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Much more coming soon.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit story, and I own none of the characters.
Author – Courtier
Rating – PG at first, N-17 in later chapters
Summary – A coming of age story chronicling the relationship between Anakin Skywalker and his master, Obi-wan Kenobi; a story of passion, empathy, and confliction.
It continues as Queen Amidala, two Jedi Knights, and a young boy make their way towards the planet of Naboo. . .
Chapter III – Renewed Warmth
Obi-wan Kenobi stood at the far side of the Queen’s audience chamber aboard the Nubian Cruiser, listening attentively to the young monarch’s plan to regain a hold on her planet’s government. The young Jedi admired the sovereign’s determined will. Her wisdom was far beyond her physical age, and the plan of action to employ the Gungan’s army as a distraction to infiltrate her palace was well thought of and highly clever. His attention transferred to his master as he spoke to the Queen.
“We will do whatever is in our power to aid you in your endeavor, your majesty,” Qui-gon spoke as he bowed before her.
“Your help is greatly appreciated, masters,” she replied in her solemn voice, glancing to Obi-wan as well.
The young knight nodded in respect to her before following his master out of the audience chamber. He stopped short however in the silver hallway as Qui-gon turned to him.
“This is a dangerous mission she has planned,” Qui-gon murmured. “The federation will not bow to her demands easily. We must be cautious.”
“Of course, Master.” Obi-wan concurred. His master stood in concentrated thought for a moment before taking his leave to converse with the Queen’s captain of arms. Obi-wan remained in the hall, heavy with thought. I sense something. . .dark. My master feels it also. . . He wished he had not quarreled with Qui-gon when they’d departed Coruscant. His master was still mildly upset with him, judging by his curtness and over-formality. I should not have grown angry with him. After all, he believes I am ready to become a Knight. Obi-wan detested conflicting with his master that he respected and loved. It gave him a deep wretched feeling of loss and failure. It was just. . . .Why was he so transfixed with this boy? He’d seemed to so carelessly set me, his apprentice, aside for this boy that knows nothing of the Jedi or their teachings! Obi-wan drew a shaky breath to sigh wearily. I must make amends. If not now, then soon. Something wicked tremors within the force.
He continued down the corridor, making his way towards the lounge. He needed to sit down for a moment’s peace and clear his mind. Perhaps quiet meditation would allow him the tranquility he desired. Within the lounge was the boy, Anakin, and one of the Queen’s guards; the guard being subject to Anakin’s questions and seemed quite flustered at the numerous amount of them.
“What model of blaster do you have?” the boy asked, sitting crossed-legged atop the table in front of the guard.
“Uh, issue 789-rt.” the man replied after a swift check to his blaster at his side.
“Have you ever shot anyone with it before?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
Obi-wan took a seat across the room, witnessing the comical interrogation.
“Why did you shoot them?” the boy continued, “Were they trying to kill the queen, or were you just mad at them?”
The Jedi lifted a hand to his mouth to cover a slight smile. Poor man. . .
“They – they were a threat to my lady’s security,” the guard stammered. “Lad, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to her majesty in order to inquire if my services are needed at the moment.” He headed for the corridor with a swift smile. “Master Jedi,” he nodded as he noticed Obi-wan before exiting.
Uncomfortable silence stifled the room just then. Obi-wan shifted his attention to see Anakin gazing at him with large blue eyes. The boy looked quickly away as his stare was noted. The Jedi immediately felt a stab of guilt come over him. He sensed my anger. The boy truly was adept with the force if he could read the knight’s emotions. My stubborn behavior has caused my master’s disappointment, and this young boy’s damaged feelings. Obi-wan maintained his attention on the boy who was beginning to climb down from the table to leave the room, and tried to imagine what it must feel like to be far away from everything you knew and loved to be regarded with suspicion.
“Anakin,” Obi-wan called to the boy just before his absence. The boy halted, and turned to meet his gaze slowly.
“Yes, sir?” Anakin’s quiet voice was soft and afraid. Obi-wan felt terrible.
“I’ve known Qui-gon since I was very young,” Obi-wan spoke kindly, “He is a determined man. He will see that you become a Jedi.”
Anakin bit his lip and looked apprehensive, yet faintly hopeful.
“Do you really think so, Obi-wan?” he took a few steps toward the Jedi, a dim gladness radiating from him. Obi-wan nodded,
“I do, Anakin.”
A more contented look on his face, Anakin walked over to sit beside Obi-wan at the booth. He moved his mouth thoughtfully from side to side for a few moments, seeming to contemplate his next statement.
“What is it?” Obi-wan inquired.
“It’s nothing,” the boy shook his head, yet continued, “Master Obi-wan, sir, did I do something to make you angry with me?” The guilt struck Obi-wan again.
“No, Anakin. I was not angry with you, I just – . I’m sorry to have upset you.” He looked down at the boy beside him.
Anakin gazed upwards towards the knight a while before finally giving a small smile.
“I’m glad you’re not mad. It seems like everyone else doesn’t like me. . .”
Poor lad. Obi-wan decided to draw the boy’s mind from the Jedi council’s unpleasant tidings.
“Qui-gon told me of your pod racing victory. Tell me, how does a young boy master the skill of pods?” Pod racing was highly dangerous and no human had ever before attempted it successfully. How had the boy done it?
Eyes brightened with renewed happiness, the boy went on to tell of his exciting race which had led to the Queen’s much needed escape from Naboo. He told of the swift turns, Sebulba the cheater, the sand people that had meant to shoot him, and his eventual victory. Anakin’s face was bright with excitement as he recalled the race and even grasped Obi-wan’s shoulders to get his point across at times! Obi-wan listened all the while with amusement at the young lad’s story of triumph. Soon, his sense of foreboding and dread had abated significantly. Interestingly enough, he noted that a mere quarter of an hour with the boy had put him more at ease than an hour of quiet mediation would have been! Qui-gon is right. There is something about this boy. . .
***********
The night before they descended onto Naboo, Obi-wan slept fitfully. A strange and haunting dream came to his mind. In the dream there was fire everywhere. Emotional pain and despair flowed through him stronger than the force had ever done. Before him stood a young man. Evil surrounded him in a shroud of shadow. Obi-wan’s heart shuddered as he realized the young man meant to kill him.
“This is the end for you, my master,” the man sneered.
Obi-wan woke with a start. He was shaking with fear and horror. He looked around him in the sleeping quarters. No one had noticed his sudden cry from the nightmare. The young Jedi brought a hand to his heart to steady it.
Catching his breath, Obi-wan saw Anakin sleeping soundly across the room. He watched as his chest rose and fell in steady slumber, his innocent face soundly sleeping. The image seemed to calm Obi-wan, and he laid down once more to sleep; praying that he should not be plagued with the horrid dream once more. . .What had it meant?
To Be Continued. . . . . .
Once again, thank you for all of your reviews. They are all read with much gratitude. :) If you feel so inclined, please review to share your insight or criticism. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Much more coming soon.