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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,091
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 5
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 5
Obi-Wan watched as Arsha resolved whatever it had been that had drawn her attention internally. Slowly she stood back up and headed into the main room. Feeling uncomfortable alone in the bedroom, Obi-Wan swiftly followed.
“What would you like to eat?” Arsha queried, raising her voice so it would carry back to Obi-Wan.
“Whatever is easiest for you.” Arsha nodded and returned seconds later with a bowl before heading back into the bedroom. Ensuring that the Jedi was occupied with the meal by flicking her eyes towards his shadow every few seconds, Arsha dragged a bag free from a drawer. Glancing once again into the main room, Arsha opened yet another secret drawer and carefully concealed its contents in the bag. Changing swiftly before scooping up the bag and heading out of the room, she paused level with the drawers. Lowering the bag back down, Arsha slid the drawer open and shifted aside the lightsaber’s cover of clothing.
The cool metal greeted her fingers with a chilled kiss of greeting, and briefly checking to see that Obi-Wan was still occupied, her fingers wrapped around it. Without hesitation, clothes were bundled around it and it was safely hidden in the depths of the voluminous bag. If she was going into the rancor’s den she may as well have as much firepower as them. Re-appearing into the main room, she glanced longingly at her wall of weaponry, but there was no chance of selecting any pieces from it with the Jedi so interested. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was travelling in her own craft. It had been a very long time since she had travelled publicly, and there could be new regulations on what could and could not be transported. It would be best to play cautious and avoid potentially deadly detection.
“Do you have a transport of some form or will we have to walk?” Obi-Wan queried. Arsha snapped her attention back to the task at hand. Obi-Wan was looking at her curiously, as if he knew what rested beneath the house. With a faint reassuring smile, Arsha pointed towards the front door.
“If you wait there, I’ll bring my speeder round.” Obi-Wan nodded before shouldering his own bag and heading out of the door. Arsha glanced around the room again, with one last wistful glance at her favourite wall, before taking the hidden door behind the kitchen. The steps felt as if they were going on forever, down deeper and deeper into the belly of the earth with darkness always closing in. Finally there was a glow and she stepped into the cool hangar.
The living quarters only made up a quarter of the house. Beneath the ground, where no one but the dead and Arsha dared tread, was a whole different area. This was her hangar, private and personal. At the far end rested an elegantly sleek spaceship, built for stealth. It could beat the majority of ships it encountered and any ships that met its speed didn’t meet its firepower. Shielded to avoid detection, the Jedi Order and every other powerful organisation including the Hutts were looking for it. None of them were aware of what shielded it but all were dying to find out. Nicknamed the Shadowed Dagger, few space travellers hadn’t heard of it, although most only heard the exaggerated tales from its embarrassed victims.
Unfortunately, that particular vessel would definitely not be the chosen mode of transport. Instead the rather bulky silver speeder would suffice for the small trip to the spaceport. Dropping her bag into the storage area, Arsha eased the clumsy craft out of the concealed hangar and around to where Obi-Wan stood waiting. He smiled in greeting and deposited his bag next to hers. “I need to collect a few things from my shop in town. It will only take a few seconds, I promise,” Arsha said.
“There’s no rush,” Obi-Wan assured her. Arsha nodded with an appreciative smile before they started on the hour-long journey into the city.
:/
Obi-Wan glanced at the shop’s name. “The Traveller’s Way?” he asked. Arsha glanced up at the battered sign and nodded.
“It’s not a business any more; I use it mainly for storage. Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute or two.” Slipping from the speeder, Arsha ducked into the building before Obi-Wan had the chance to voice his consent or disapproval. The second she crossed the threshold, Arsha knew something was out of place. There was a feeling… a presence that should not have been there. Fingers flicked up dust as they skittered over the counter top and finally found the safety knife that she always left in the same place for situations such as these.
A creak of a floorboard signalled the location of the intruder and her grasp tightened on the slim handle of the blade as her eyes fixed on the dark corner. “I suggest that you come out, or you will not like the consequences.” A figure shuffled out of the corner and stepped into the light.
“My Master appears to have need for your… talent. He sent me with the instructions to ensure that you and only you got them.” The man held out the thick envelope. “There’s a bag as well underneath the broken counter with some ‘equipment’ in it.” Arsha took the envelope from him and flicked it open, lifting the first data-pad out. The man tried to sidle past her; Arsha’s hand snapped out and grasped his collar firmly without raising her eyes from the pad.
“No, you stay till I’m satisfied,” she whispered. Her eyes grazed over the last sentence and she twisted the knife without warning to press into the man’s throat. He yelped and grasped at her wrist.
“Wait, wait!” His desperate voice rang through out the room. Arsha glared at him and slammed him into a wall.
“Unloyal little…” She paused and looked into the man’s eyes, “You did that deliberately, silly little boy. Didn’t you realise who you were messing with?” The light died in the man’s eyes and Arsha lifted the blade from his throat, droplets of blood falling to the floor.
Her eyes glanced back at the data-pad, in particular the last sentence, ‘Kill the messenger, he works for the Jedi and will inform them of our little plot. It must not reach the Council’s ears or senses.’ Arsha stared down at the man; he wasn’t Force sensitive, so the plot was safe.
“Your next data-pad is at the Jedi Temple. Go and talk to Ferlo.” Arsha spun on her heel and glared into the darkness. A shadow shifted and said, “The Master is pleased with your progress… so far. He asks that you do not disappoint him.” With those parting words, it disappeared.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SORRY FOR THE DELAY, COMPUTER PROBLEMS! NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP AS USUAL NEXT TUESDAY (8TH MAY).
THANKS TO RavenNolan FOR THE REVIEW, VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! :)
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 5
Obi-Wan watched as Arsha resolved whatever it had been that had drawn her attention internally. Slowly she stood back up and headed into the main room. Feeling uncomfortable alone in the bedroom, Obi-Wan swiftly followed.
“What would you like to eat?” Arsha queried, raising her voice so it would carry back to Obi-Wan.
“Whatever is easiest for you.” Arsha nodded and returned seconds later with a bowl before heading back into the bedroom. Ensuring that the Jedi was occupied with the meal by flicking her eyes towards his shadow every few seconds, Arsha dragged a bag free from a drawer. Glancing once again into the main room, Arsha opened yet another secret drawer and carefully concealed its contents in the bag. Changing swiftly before scooping up the bag and heading out of the room, she paused level with the drawers. Lowering the bag back down, Arsha slid the drawer open and shifted aside the lightsaber’s cover of clothing.
The cool metal greeted her fingers with a chilled kiss of greeting, and briefly checking to see that Obi-Wan was still occupied, her fingers wrapped around it. Without hesitation, clothes were bundled around it and it was safely hidden in the depths of the voluminous bag. If she was going into the rancor’s den she may as well have as much firepower as them. Re-appearing into the main room, she glanced longingly at her wall of weaponry, but there was no chance of selecting any pieces from it with the Jedi so interested. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was travelling in her own craft. It had been a very long time since she had travelled publicly, and there could be new regulations on what could and could not be transported. It would be best to play cautious and avoid potentially deadly detection.
“Do you have a transport of some form or will we have to walk?” Obi-Wan queried. Arsha snapped her attention back to the task at hand. Obi-Wan was looking at her curiously, as if he knew what rested beneath the house. With a faint reassuring smile, Arsha pointed towards the front door.
“If you wait there, I’ll bring my speeder round.” Obi-Wan nodded before shouldering his own bag and heading out of the door. Arsha glanced around the room again, with one last wistful glance at her favourite wall, before taking the hidden door behind the kitchen. The steps felt as if they were going on forever, down deeper and deeper into the belly of the earth with darkness always closing in. Finally there was a glow and she stepped into the cool hangar.
The living quarters only made up a quarter of the house. Beneath the ground, where no one but the dead and Arsha dared tread, was a whole different area. This was her hangar, private and personal. At the far end rested an elegantly sleek spaceship, built for stealth. It could beat the majority of ships it encountered and any ships that met its speed didn’t meet its firepower. Shielded to avoid detection, the Jedi Order and every other powerful organisation including the Hutts were looking for it. None of them were aware of what shielded it but all were dying to find out. Nicknamed the Shadowed Dagger, few space travellers hadn’t heard of it, although most only heard the exaggerated tales from its embarrassed victims.
Unfortunately, that particular vessel would definitely not be the chosen mode of transport. Instead the rather bulky silver speeder would suffice for the small trip to the spaceport. Dropping her bag into the storage area, Arsha eased the clumsy craft out of the concealed hangar and around to where Obi-Wan stood waiting. He smiled in greeting and deposited his bag next to hers. “I need to collect a few things from my shop in town. It will only take a few seconds, I promise,” Arsha said.
“There’s no rush,” Obi-Wan assured her. Arsha nodded with an appreciative smile before they started on the hour-long journey into the city.
:/
Obi-Wan glanced at the shop’s name. “The Traveller’s Way?” he asked. Arsha glanced up at the battered sign and nodded.
“It’s not a business any more; I use it mainly for storage. Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute or two.” Slipping from the speeder, Arsha ducked into the building before Obi-Wan had the chance to voice his consent or disapproval. The second she crossed the threshold, Arsha knew something was out of place. There was a feeling… a presence that should not have been there. Fingers flicked up dust as they skittered over the counter top and finally found the safety knife that she always left in the same place for situations such as these.
A creak of a floorboard signalled the location of the intruder and her grasp tightened on the slim handle of the blade as her eyes fixed on the dark corner. “I suggest that you come out, or you will not like the consequences.” A figure shuffled out of the corner and stepped into the light.
“My Master appears to have need for your… talent. He sent me with the instructions to ensure that you and only you got them.” The man held out the thick envelope. “There’s a bag as well underneath the broken counter with some ‘equipment’ in it.” Arsha took the envelope from him and flicked it open, lifting the first data-pad out. The man tried to sidle past her; Arsha’s hand snapped out and grasped his collar firmly without raising her eyes from the pad.
“No, you stay till I’m satisfied,” she whispered. Her eyes grazed over the last sentence and she twisted the knife without warning to press into the man’s throat. He yelped and grasped at her wrist.
“Wait, wait!” His desperate voice rang through out the room. Arsha glared at him and slammed him into a wall.
“Unloyal little…” She paused and looked into the man’s eyes, “You did that deliberately, silly little boy. Didn’t you realise who you were messing with?” The light died in the man’s eyes and Arsha lifted the blade from his throat, droplets of blood falling to the floor.
Her eyes glanced back at the data-pad, in particular the last sentence, ‘Kill the messenger, he works for the Jedi and will inform them of our little plot. It must not reach the Council’s ears or senses.’ Arsha stared down at the man; he wasn’t Force sensitive, so the plot was safe.
“Your next data-pad is at the Jedi Temple. Go and talk to Ferlo.” Arsha spun on her heel and glared into the darkness. A shadow shifted and said, “The Master is pleased with your progress… so far. He asks that you do not disappoint him.” With those parting words, it disappeared.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SORRY FOR THE DELAY, COMPUTER PROBLEMS! NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP AS USUAL NEXT TUESDAY (8TH MAY).
THANKS TO RavenNolan FOR THE REVIEW, VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! :)