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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,095
Reviews:
11
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.
Chapter 8
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 8
Arsha’s eyes flicked to his instantly and the effects of the glitterstim were banished with the fear now coursing through her veins. “I am not Force-sensitive. It WAS the spice.” Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes still on hers. He decided to drop the question of her identity; the girl was clearly not going to talk, the tone alone had been enough to assert that. Besides, he was fairly sure that there would just be another sob story behind the spice’s beginnings in her life. Every life-form he met seemed to have the same tale to tell, subtle variations and understandings of events but essentially the same.
“You’re afraid,” he proclaimed once more curiously. “I do not think you are that powerful. I would not have known you were there if you hadn’t appeared physically, so to speak. I would have expected someone with talent to have been present in feeling as well,” he explained quietly. “I will not report you to the Council. Take some time and think through what you would like out of life. We have careers for those who are Force-sensitive but not strong enough to be a Jedi within the Temple. Carers, child minders and the like.”
Arsha fought back a grin, a curse and a blessing all in one. He had just offered her the full luxury meal ticket of her job. She smiled faintly, “I would like to work with the younglings. So innocent and pure.” Bashfully she smiled up at him, he grinned back reassuring himself mentally that he had been reading more into her behaviour than was really necessary.
“Then it is settled. Once we arrive at the Temple you will be tested and allowed to work. As long as everything is in order, there should be no problems. You will also be protected from your husband’s gang. After all, there is no place safer than the Jedi Temple,” Obi-Wan continued before slumping back onto his bed. He wasn’t pleased to admit it, but he was beginning to desire the small female’s presence. Somehow she was a comfort. A comfort to what he didn’t know, but a comfort none the less and he was beginning to fear that this ‘desire’ was also acting as a blindfold.
Arsha slipped onto his bed and ignored the instantaneous tensing of the Jedi’s body. “Would you be able to administer the test? I’m not sure I feel confident enough to be tested by anyone else.” Obi-Wan nodded faintly and cleared his throat before speaking to ensure it didn’t falter.
“As you wish, my lady.” Arsha nodded and slipped back onto her bed, noting with some mirth the relief in the man as her presence faded from his proximity.
“It’s Arsha, not my lady. I think we can forget formalities now.” Obi-Wan kept his gaze on the ceiling and nodded.
“As you wish.”
:/
The gentle caress of a finger over her cheek awoke her. Swatting at it, Arsha attempted to roll over and fall back asleep. Instead she was violently swung back around. “Now that’s not very nice,” a deep voice rumbled out. Instantly her eyes were open and staring into the ugly face of a Togorian pirate. At least the glitterstim had worked; she’d obviously slept through the battle before the starfreighter was subdued. No mean feat to sleep through; usually Togorians weren’t the quietest of assailants. His arm was pressed over her collarbone, ensuring she didn’t move without consent.
“Release me,” she whispered threateningly, and the Togorian merely chuckled.
“Spoils of war. You’re coming with me.” Arsha nodded, glancing around the room, quickly assessing anything that would be of use and noting at the same time that Obi-Wan was nowhere in the vicinity. Typical, Jedis only appeared in her life at inconvenient times. Her eyes latched onto the bag she had brought from her home, the one containing the lightsaber.
As the Togorian began to carry her unarguing body out of the room her foot caught in the handle of the bag and she kicked it up to her trapped hands. Being carried under someone’s arm was not the most dignified position, but it had its uses in terms of hand and foot proximity. Fumbling with the various closures, she finally clasped the cool metal of the lightsaber and tugged it free. Unceremoniously she chucked the bag out of the way and ignited the lightsaber.
In one clean move the arm holding her fell limply away as the torso of the creature toppled, deadly still, away from its legs. Arsha fell to the floor in something of a heap at the sudden release. The golden blade hummed back out of existence and was tossed unceremoniously back into the bag, which was likewise thrown back into the room as she scrambled upright once more. Cheers began to echo up from the various corridors; obviously the battle for who owned the transport was over or near enough so for one side to cheer. From the sounds of it, the passengers had won as there was no united crying of victory but several of relief and the undertones of grief for those who had been lost.
Footsteps echoed up the corridor towards her and Obi-Wan, looking far worse for wear, cleared the corner. “Thank the Force. I thought I saw one come up here. I didn’t have time to check, there were too many down below. It was only a small ship, trying its luck.” He scowled as he saw the dead body but Arsha stepped in front of it.
“I dealt with it. My husband taught me a few tricks of the trade.” She explained far quicker and smoother than would have been expected of the dainty character she had been painting. Obi-Wan nodded, still trying to catch a glimpse of the body. Something wasn’t right about its positioning… Arsha grasped his arm suddenly and consumed his attention by pressing against a small wound to enhance the pain. Obi-Wan’s attention immediately flicked to the wound and he winced slightly. “You’re wounded. Let me tend to it in the room,” Arsha stated. Obi-Wan allowed himself to be dragged into the room by her insistent grip.
“It’s nothing that a bit of meditation won’t heal,” he said. Arsha merely shrugged, ignoring him and beginning to clean and bandage the wound with a few of her supplies. It was superficial, nothing more than a graze, but it had served its purpose in distracting him from the Togorian. No one noticed later that night when a separated body floated down the side of the ship, disposed of through the refuse chute.
:/
Finally, the caress of fresh air! Arsha sighed happily as the cool Coruscant air tickled pleasantly across her skin. Obi-Wan smiled at her obvious delight in the simple breeze and hated to admit that he welcomed it just as much, purely on the basis of that grin on her face. His eyes scanned the port carefully and rested on a Jedi pilot. They nodded to each other and Obi-Wan grasped Arsha’s arm gently. “This way. I got in touch with the Temple and they’ve sent a speeder to complete our journey.”
Arsha glanced towards the Jedi pilot and almost froze; nothing but mental strength and training got her to approach the other Jedi. The familiar face grinned down at her, not recognising her, but she knew him all too well. She gave a faint smile and quickly clambered into the speeder attempting to hide herself beneath her bags. Obi-Wan assumed her strange behaviour was due to nerves and slipped into the seat next to her without a second thought. It soon became his turn to be uncomfortable as Arsha played on his belief of her nerves and pressed herself close to him.
:/
The little girl glanced up at the chocolate-cloaked figure and she pointed to her elbow. The shadow nodded, “You were careless. You must learn to be patient, youngling. Carelessness can claim a Jedi’s life or even doom a galaxy within an instant.” At the reprimand, the girl bowed her head in shame and nodded. She tried to be careful and heed all the lessons the Jedi Masters gave her. She really did, but it was hard, so hard. She resolved to try harder.
She was now a Padawan, pride oozing from every orifice of her being. She had learned her lessons well; she was cautious, patient and listened to her superiors and the Force intently. Already top of her year of birth and it had been mentioned that she would go on to make a fine Jedi. There had been whisperings that she might even join the Council if fortune and the Force favoured her.
Then darkness and a cruel cackle tinkling around waves of agony and despair.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY, MANY THANKS TO Judo Chops AND RavenNolan FOR THEIR REVIEWS. THEY ARE BOTH VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!!
GOD BLESS OBI-WAN SO INNOCENT AND NAIVE, I ALWAYS IMAGINED HIM GOING THROUGH A PHASE WHEN HE SAW EVERYTHING AS INNATELY GOOD AND HAD A FALSE CONFIDENCE ABOUT HIS ABILITIES TO DETECT WRONG. AFTER ALL, HE TOOK IN ANAKIN AND ONLY LATER DID HE EVEN BECOME SUSPICIOUS!
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 8
Arsha’s eyes flicked to his instantly and the effects of the glitterstim were banished with the fear now coursing through her veins. “I am not Force-sensitive. It WAS the spice.” Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes still on hers. He decided to drop the question of her identity; the girl was clearly not going to talk, the tone alone had been enough to assert that. Besides, he was fairly sure that there would just be another sob story behind the spice’s beginnings in her life. Every life-form he met seemed to have the same tale to tell, subtle variations and understandings of events but essentially the same.
“You’re afraid,” he proclaimed once more curiously. “I do not think you are that powerful. I would not have known you were there if you hadn’t appeared physically, so to speak. I would have expected someone with talent to have been present in feeling as well,” he explained quietly. “I will not report you to the Council. Take some time and think through what you would like out of life. We have careers for those who are Force-sensitive but not strong enough to be a Jedi within the Temple. Carers, child minders and the like.”
Arsha fought back a grin, a curse and a blessing all in one. He had just offered her the full luxury meal ticket of her job. She smiled faintly, “I would like to work with the younglings. So innocent and pure.” Bashfully she smiled up at him, he grinned back reassuring himself mentally that he had been reading more into her behaviour than was really necessary.
“Then it is settled. Once we arrive at the Temple you will be tested and allowed to work. As long as everything is in order, there should be no problems. You will also be protected from your husband’s gang. After all, there is no place safer than the Jedi Temple,” Obi-Wan continued before slumping back onto his bed. He wasn’t pleased to admit it, but he was beginning to desire the small female’s presence. Somehow she was a comfort. A comfort to what he didn’t know, but a comfort none the less and he was beginning to fear that this ‘desire’ was also acting as a blindfold.
Arsha slipped onto his bed and ignored the instantaneous tensing of the Jedi’s body. “Would you be able to administer the test? I’m not sure I feel confident enough to be tested by anyone else.” Obi-Wan nodded faintly and cleared his throat before speaking to ensure it didn’t falter.
“As you wish, my lady.” Arsha nodded and slipped back onto her bed, noting with some mirth the relief in the man as her presence faded from his proximity.
“It’s Arsha, not my lady. I think we can forget formalities now.” Obi-Wan kept his gaze on the ceiling and nodded.
“As you wish.”
:/
The gentle caress of a finger over her cheek awoke her. Swatting at it, Arsha attempted to roll over and fall back asleep. Instead she was violently swung back around. “Now that’s not very nice,” a deep voice rumbled out. Instantly her eyes were open and staring into the ugly face of a Togorian pirate. At least the glitterstim had worked; she’d obviously slept through the battle before the starfreighter was subdued. No mean feat to sleep through; usually Togorians weren’t the quietest of assailants. His arm was pressed over her collarbone, ensuring she didn’t move without consent.
“Release me,” she whispered threateningly, and the Togorian merely chuckled.
“Spoils of war. You’re coming with me.” Arsha nodded, glancing around the room, quickly assessing anything that would be of use and noting at the same time that Obi-Wan was nowhere in the vicinity. Typical, Jedis only appeared in her life at inconvenient times. Her eyes latched onto the bag she had brought from her home, the one containing the lightsaber.
As the Togorian began to carry her unarguing body out of the room her foot caught in the handle of the bag and she kicked it up to her trapped hands. Being carried under someone’s arm was not the most dignified position, but it had its uses in terms of hand and foot proximity. Fumbling with the various closures, she finally clasped the cool metal of the lightsaber and tugged it free. Unceremoniously she chucked the bag out of the way and ignited the lightsaber.
In one clean move the arm holding her fell limply away as the torso of the creature toppled, deadly still, away from its legs. Arsha fell to the floor in something of a heap at the sudden release. The golden blade hummed back out of existence and was tossed unceremoniously back into the bag, which was likewise thrown back into the room as she scrambled upright once more. Cheers began to echo up from the various corridors; obviously the battle for who owned the transport was over or near enough so for one side to cheer. From the sounds of it, the passengers had won as there was no united crying of victory but several of relief and the undertones of grief for those who had been lost.
Footsteps echoed up the corridor towards her and Obi-Wan, looking far worse for wear, cleared the corner. “Thank the Force. I thought I saw one come up here. I didn’t have time to check, there were too many down below. It was only a small ship, trying its luck.” He scowled as he saw the dead body but Arsha stepped in front of it.
“I dealt with it. My husband taught me a few tricks of the trade.” She explained far quicker and smoother than would have been expected of the dainty character she had been painting. Obi-Wan nodded, still trying to catch a glimpse of the body. Something wasn’t right about its positioning… Arsha grasped his arm suddenly and consumed his attention by pressing against a small wound to enhance the pain. Obi-Wan’s attention immediately flicked to the wound and he winced slightly. “You’re wounded. Let me tend to it in the room,” Arsha stated. Obi-Wan allowed himself to be dragged into the room by her insistent grip.
“It’s nothing that a bit of meditation won’t heal,” he said. Arsha merely shrugged, ignoring him and beginning to clean and bandage the wound with a few of her supplies. It was superficial, nothing more than a graze, but it had served its purpose in distracting him from the Togorian. No one noticed later that night when a separated body floated down the side of the ship, disposed of through the refuse chute.
:/
Finally, the caress of fresh air! Arsha sighed happily as the cool Coruscant air tickled pleasantly across her skin. Obi-Wan smiled at her obvious delight in the simple breeze and hated to admit that he welcomed it just as much, purely on the basis of that grin on her face. His eyes scanned the port carefully and rested on a Jedi pilot. They nodded to each other and Obi-Wan grasped Arsha’s arm gently. “This way. I got in touch with the Temple and they’ve sent a speeder to complete our journey.”
Arsha glanced towards the Jedi pilot and almost froze; nothing but mental strength and training got her to approach the other Jedi. The familiar face grinned down at her, not recognising her, but she knew him all too well. She gave a faint smile and quickly clambered into the speeder attempting to hide herself beneath her bags. Obi-Wan assumed her strange behaviour was due to nerves and slipped into the seat next to her without a second thought. It soon became his turn to be uncomfortable as Arsha played on his belief of her nerves and pressed herself close to him.
:/
The little girl glanced up at the chocolate-cloaked figure and she pointed to her elbow. The shadow nodded, “You were careless. You must learn to be patient, youngling. Carelessness can claim a Jedi’s life or even doom a galaxy within an instant.” At the reprimand, the girl bowed her head in shame and nodded. She tried to be careful and heed all the lessons the Jedi Masters gave her. She really did, but it was hard, so hard. She resolved to try harder.
She was now a Padawan, pride oozing from every orifice of her being. She had learned her lessons well; she was cautious, patient and listened to her superiors and the Force intently. Already top of her year of birth and it had been mentioned that she would go on to make a fine Jedi. There had been whisperings that she might even join the Council if fortune and the Force favoured her.
Then darkness and a cruel cackle tinkling around waves of agony and despair.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY, MANY THANKS TO Judo Chops AND RavenNolan FOR THEIR REVIEWS. THEY ARE BOTH VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!!
GOD BLESS OBI-WAN SO INNOCENT AND NAIVE, I ALWAYS IMAGINED HIM GOING THROUGH A PHASE WHEN HE SAW EVERYTHING AS INNATELY GOOD AND HAD A FALSE CONFIDENCE ABOUT HIS ABILITIES TO DETECT WRONG. AFTER ALL, HE TOOK IN ANAKIN AND ONLY LATER DID HE EVEN BECOME SUSPICIOUS!