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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,688
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part 5
Title: Flight Maneuvers 5/5
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 5
The training vessel returned to its place in Hangar 5 right on time
that afternoon. As Obi and M’larie reached the end of the gangplank,
he turned to ask her what her plans were for the evening, thinking he
should probably take her out to dinner or something. But before he
could begin, a very deep voice called out to them.
“Em, my dear!” Obi turned to see a large Tandorian approaching, his
brown, leather-like skin rippling, his immense torso barely contained
by his robes, his tusks sharpened to dangerous-looking points. Obi
swallowed.
“Master,” M’larie acknowledged warmly. “I don’t believe you’ve met
Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi, this is my Master, Bannet Mak.”
“Pleased to meet you, Master,” Obi bowed deeply.
“Likewise,” Master Mak replied, waving off Obi’s obsequiousness. “So,
how was the lesson? Did you two have fun up there?”
Obi, still bent over, began to cough. M’larie helpfully patted his
back.
“Oh, yes, Master,” she answered for them both. “He is quite skilled.
It was a most gratifying lesson.”
Obi was beginning to turn a deep crimson. He hoped Master Mak would
blame it on the coughing fit.
“Glad to hear it,” the Master was saying. “So is there anything my
Padawan needs to work on, Kenobi?”
“Um, well.” Obi looked to M’larie, but she was just smiling, obviously
enjoying his discomfiture. Get a grip, Kenobi! Obi commanded himself.
“Long-range scanning, Master. And perhaps interpretation of warning
signals.”
“Ah, good,” Master Mak responded. “Then you’ve something to work on
next time. That is, if you would like to give M’larie regular
lessons?”
“Yes, sir! Um, that is, if my Master approves. But I’m sure he will!”
“Wonderful. Until tomorrow then. Padawan.” He gestured to M’larie,
who threw one last smile at Obi before following her Master. They
hadn’t gone very far when Master Mak looked back at Obi and winked. Obi
just stood by the ship, a bit shell-shocked.
***
It was the next morning. Obi was making his way through one of the
myriad gardens of the Temple, on his way to M’larie and her Master’s
quarters. He walked slowly, his arms folded petulantly across his
chest, every few strides pausing to kick at the gravel that formed the
path, completely oblivious to the splendor around him.
When he had gone the day before to ask – nay, to beg – Qui-Gon to let
him continue with M’larie’s “lessons”, he had found his Master
preparing for a mission. A mission that they were leaving on this very
day. A mission that might take weeks. A mission that Qui-Gon could
not be dissuaded from despite his pleas.
So here he was on his way to tell M’larie that he couldn’t “instruct”
her for a while, with full knowledge that she would most likely have no
trouble finding a replacement and that he might never manage to get
into the line-up again. Why did the Council have to send them on
missions all the time? You’d think there were no other Master/Padawan
pairs available in the whole Temple!
Despite his slow progress, Obi did eventually find himself at M’larie’s
door. When she opened it on his signal, he thought she looked happy to
see him.
“Obi! What a nice surprise. Do come in.”
“Hi, Em. Um, you won’t believe this, but I have to go away on a
mission today, so-”
“Not to Marusia, I hope?” Master Mak’s voice boomed from a corner of
the room. Obi, who hadn’t noticed his presence, turned to see him
rising from a couch. “Nasty business, that. Heard it might take
months.”
“I’m afraid it is Marusia, sir,” Obi responded glumly. So it was even
worse than Qui-Gon had told him. Great. He turned back to M’larie.
“So I won’t be able to give you any more flight lessons. Sorry.”
She made a moue of disappointment. “I shall try not to get out of
practice while you’re gone,” she said, apparently in all seriousness.
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of, Obi thought. “So, I guess I’ll call
you when I get back.” He waited, but M’larie showed no sign of walking
him to the door and giving him a chance for a private moment, so he
turned to go.
He had almost reached the door when Master Mak’s voice stopped him.
“By the way, Padawan, did anything unusual happen on the flight
yesterday?”
Obi turned to glance at M’larie, but her expression told him nothing.
“Uh, well, we did have a near miss with an asteroid, sir.”
“Yes, Em told me. No damage, though? You managed to destroy it?”
When Obi nodded, the Master looked pleased. “Well done. I won’t need
to watch this then.” And he tossed something small at Obi.
Obi caught the item automatically, then looked down at it. It was a
data rod, such as those used for holo recordings. “What-”
“It’s the flight recording,” Master Mak explained. “I had a holocam
installed in the cockpit a while back. I like to keep close tabs on my
Padawan.” And he looked at Em with what might be taken to be
suspicion, though definitely softened with affection. Em looked back,
seemingly surprised.
“Yes, well,” Obi managed, though he had a sudden urge to run away. “I
appreciate your trust, Master. Em.” And as quickly as he could
without appearing to rush, he was out the door and around the nearest
corner.
Once out of sight, Obi leaned back against a wall, breathing heavily.
He glanced down at the rod he still held, and a slow smile grew on his
lips. At least he’d have something to break the monotony of the
mission. Stowing the rod in a pouch on his belt, he headed back to his
quarters, in a considerably better mood than he had left them.
Back in M’larie’s rooms, Master Mak had settled himself back onto the
couch. M’larie came to sit beside him.
“You did save a copy for us, didn’t you?” she asked her Master.
“Of course. As usual,” he replied. “Want to watch it again?”
At Em’s enthusiastic nod, her Master reached for a device on a table
beside him and pressed a button. A holographic image of the training
ship’s cockpit flickered into existence.
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 5
The training vessel returned to its place in Hangar 5 right on time
that afternoon. As Obi and M’larie reached the end of the gangplank,
he turned to ask her what her plans were for the evening, thinking he
should probably take her out to dinner or something. But before he
could begin, a very deep voice called out to them.
“Em, my dear!” Obi turned to see a large Tandorian approaching, his
brown, leather-like skin rippling, his immense torso barely contained
by his robes, his tusks sharpened to dangerous-looking points. Obi
swallowed.
“Master,” M’larie acknowledged warmly. “I don’t believe you’ve met
Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi, this is my Master, Bannet Mak.”
“Pleased to meet you, Master,” Obi bowed deeply.
“Likewise,” Master Mak replied, waving off Obi’s obsequiousness. “So,
how was the lesson? Did you two have fun up there?”
Obi, still bent over, began to cough. M’larie helpfully patted his
back.
“Oh, yes, Master,” she answered for them both. “He is quite skilled.
It was a most gratifying lesson.”
Obi was beginning to turn a deep crimson. He hoped Master Mak would
blame it on the coughing fit.
“Glad to hear it,” the Master was saying. “So is there anything my
Padawan needs to work on, Kenobi?”
“Um, well.” Obi looked to M’larie, but she was just smiling, obviously
enjoying his discomfiture. Get a grip, Kenobi! Obi commanded himself.
“Long-range scanning, Master. And perhaps interpretation of warning
signals.”
“Ah, good,” Master Mak responded. “Then you’ve something to work on
next time. That is, if you would like to give M’larie regular
lessons?”
“Yes, sir! Um, that is, if my Master approves. But I’m sure he will!”
“Wonderful. Until tomorrow then. Padawan.” He gestured to M’larie,
who threw one last smile at Obi before following her Master. They
hadn’t gone very far when Master Mak looked back at Obi and winked. Obi
just stood by the ship, a bit shell-shocked.
***
It was the next morning. Obi was making his way through one of the
myriad gardens of the Temple, on his way to M’larie and her Master’s
quarters. He walked slowly, his arms folded petulantly across his
chest, every few strides pausing to kick at the gravel that formed the
path, completely oblivious to the splendor around him.
When he had gone the day before to ask – nay, to beg – Qui-Gon to let
him continue with M’larie’s “lessons”, he had found his Master
preparing for a mission. A mission that they were leaving on this very
day. A mission that might take weeks. A mission that Qui-Gon could
not be dissuaded from despite his pleas.
So here he was on his way to tell M’larie that he couldn’t “instruct”
her for a while, with full knowledge that she would most likely have no
trouble finding a replacement and that he might never manage to get
into the line-up again. Why did the Council have to send them on
missions all the time? You’d think there were no other Master/Padawan
pairs available in the whole Temple!
Despite his slow progress, Obi did eventually find himself at M’larie’s
door. When she opened it on his signal, he thought she looked happy to
see him.
“Obi! What a nice surprise. Do come in.”
“Hi, Em. Um, you won’t believe this, but I have to go away on a
mission today, so-”
“Not to Marusia, I hope?” Master Mak’s voice boomed from a corner of
the room. Obi, who hadn’t noticed his presence, turned to see him
rising from a couch. “Nasty business, that. Heard it might take
months.”
“I’m afraid it is Marusia, sir,” Obi responded glumly. So it was even
worse than Qui-Gon had told him. Great. He turned back to M’larie.
“So I won’t be able to give you any more flight lessons. Sorry.”
She made a moue of disappointment. “I shall try not to get out of
practice while you’re gone,” she said, apparently in all seriousness.
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of, Obi thought. “So, I guess I’ll call
you when I get back.” He waited, but M’larie showed no sign of walking
him to the door and giving him a chance for a private moment, so he
turned to go.
He had almost reached the door when Master Mak’s voice stopped him.
“By the way, Padawan, did anything unusual happen on the flight
yesterday?”
Obi turned to glance at M’larie, but her expression told him nothing.
“Uh, well, we did have a near miss with an asteroid, sir.”
“Yes, Em told me. No damage, though? You managed to destroy it?”
When Obi nodded, the Master looked pleased. “Well done. I won’t need
to watch this then.” And he tossed something small at Obi.
Obi caught the item automatically, then looked down at it. It was a
data rod, such as those used for holo recordings. “What-”
“It’s the flight recording,” Master Mak explained. “I had a holocam
installed in the cockpit a while back. I like to keep close tabs on my
Padawan.” And he looked at Em with what might be taken to be
suspicion, though definitely softened with affection. Em looked back,
seemingly surprised.
“Yes, well,” Obi managed, though he had a sudden urge to run away. “I
appreciate your trust, Master. Em.” And as quickly as he could
without appearing to rush, he was out the door and around the nearest
corner.
Once out of sight, Obi leaned back against a wall, breathing heavily.
He glanced down at the rod he still held, and a slow smile grew on his
lips. At least he’d have something to break the monotony of the
mission. Stowing the rod in a pouch on his belt, he headed back to his
quarters, in a considerably better mood than he had left them.
Back in M’larie’s rooms, Master Mak had settled himself back onto the
couch. M’larie came to sit beside him.
“You did save a copy for us, didn’t you?” she asked her Master.
“Of course. As usual,” he replied. “Want to watch it again?”
At Em’s enthusiastic nod, her Master reached for a device on a table
beside him and pressed a button. A holographic image of the training
ship’s cockpit flickered into existence.