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A Rain of Tears
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,403
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Rain of Tears
Obi-Wan sighed as he exited his quarters. He was exhausted, completely and totally exhausted. Things were going well, truly they were, but Force! He was tired…more tired than he ought to be, he knew that, but…but, but, but…he just wanted to lie down and fade away into the Force, just disappear as though he had never been. It would possibly be better than the emotionless existence he had been facing lately. Ever since…
The Jedi master halted his train of thought ruthlessly. No. He refused to allow himself to wallow in misery. He had to be strong for the Jedi; for Anakin. Yes, Anakin was both his strength and weakness. The young boy kept him going, kept him from losing himself completely. Yet…when he looked at the child, sometimes all he could see was Qui-Gon’s face, pale and drawn, staring up at him pleadingly as the elder Jedi died. Sometimes…sometimes Obi-Wan wished that he had died that day as well, had allowed himself to be cut down as mercilessly as Qui-Gon had been. Maybe then, when he was one with the Force, he would have been at peace, there in the company of his beloved Master.
Obi-Wan shook himself, frowning as he wondered where the hopeless thoughts had come from. Yes, he was tired, exhausted in fact, but he didn’t truly wish that he had died. No, he had so much that he longed to do, to finish, and such thoughts were not to be tolerated of a Jedi Master. Force, he needed to distract himself, and then perhaps a good few hours of meditation would help. Perhaps a velocity, though performed solo, would let him release his frustrations through physical depletion. Yes, that would do nicely.
The young Jedi Master walked wearily through the halls of the Jedi Temple. It was late at night, long after the padawans had been forced into their beds, long after the Masters had retired to their quarters to either meditate or sleep. The only noise he could hear was the echoing of his boots down the halls, and the quiet thump of his own heart. His mind seemed overly full, as though it had been flooded with some thick, dark vapor that clouded his thoughts and shadowed his emotions. A Jedi feels no pain, the words pounded through his mind in time to his footsteps. The ancient saying brought a dull smile, a grimace really, to his face. No, he felt no pain; he felt nothing. He felt dead. Or rather, he felt how a dead person would feel if it had been brought back to life.
Dully, Obi-Wan pressed the pad to open the door to the practice rooms. The steady hum of lightsabers filled his ears as soon as the door slid silently open, and the young Jedi Master grimaced in frustration. He had dearly wanted to be alone… Obi-Wan shook himself. Regardless of what other occupants the practice rooms might contain, he could still do a velocity alone. He truly cared little at this point if the other sleepless Jedi saw the state he was in. Gathering himself slightly, the ginger-haired Jedi walked into the practice room, his hand heading for the lightsaber at his side. As soon as he entered the occupied room, however, he halted in frozen shock at the sight that met his eyes.
Two Jedi, a male and a female, fought each other strongly, muscles trembling with the force of the blows. The female, a Twi’lek, was Janna K’lakk, a good friend of Obi-Wan’s, and a Healer with the duties of monitoring the mental health of the padawans. Her sparring partner was a surprise, being Mace Windu, a Jedi with fighting skills far exceeding that of the Healer, and a man known for his stern but gentle personality. It was not, however, the identity of the two Jedi that first surprised Obi-Wan. What first struck the young man dumb was the fact that the two were sparring in the nude.
Janna’s light purple skin shimmered blue with sweat under the lights, and the muscles of her slender body stretched and contracted in a deliciously erotic fashion as she dodged the energy blade of her opponent’s lightsaber. Full breasts bounced wonderfully, pale indigo nipples taut and erect in the open air, and Obi-Wan’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to the sight before wandering on to the rest of the display. Mace Windu, likewise, glistened with sweat, his hairless dark brown skin undulating over muscles in an indecent display of flesh. Between long, gleaming legs and a rippling six-pack belly was the most beautiful and erotic thing the bystander had ever seen: a long, thick cock that was standing very obviously at attention, the mushroom-shaped head a thick purple-brown of lusty virility.
Obi-Wan’s presence seemed to have passed the notice of the two sparring, and he took the opportunity to appreciate the sight, adjusting his leggings slightly even as he absently caressed the cool metal of his lightsaber with a single finger. For several minutes, the two opponents sparred, neither seeming to gain the upper hand, until finally, Janna leapt over one rather half-hearted stab from Mace, then grabbed the dark-skinned man by the neck and proceeded to ravage his mouth with her own. Lightsabers clicked off and were dropped to the floor as the two embraced heatedly, hands wandering over and even within bodies.
Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, longing to continue watching the show, but turned, feeling that he could no longer intrude on such an obviously private meeting.
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AN: Well, there's the first installment! Review, if you want to!
The Jedi master halted his train of thought ruthlessly. No. He refused to allow himself to wallow in misery. He had to be strong for the Jedi; for Anakin. Yes, Anakin was both his strength and weakness. The young boy kept him going, kept him from losing himself completely. Yet…when he looked at the child, sometimes all he could see was Qui-Gon’s face, pale and drawn, staring up at him pleadingly as the elder Jedi died. Sometimes…sometimes Obi-Wan wished that he had died that day as well, had allowed himself to be cut down as mercilessly as Qui-Gon had been. Maybe then, when he was one with the Force, he would have been at peace, there in the company of his beloved Master.
Obi-Wan shook himself, frowning as he wondered where the hopeless thoughts had come from. Yes, he was tired, exhausted in fact, but he didn’t truly wish that he had died. No, he had so much that he longed to do, to finish, and such thoughts were not to be tolerated of a Jedi Master. Force, he needed to distract himself, and then perhaps a good few hours of meditation would help. Perhaps a velocity, though performed solo, would let him release his frustrations through physical depletion. Yes, that would do nicely.
The young Jedi Master walked wearily through the halls of the Jedi Temple. It was late at night, long after the padawans had been forced into their beds, long after the Masters had retired to their quarters to either meditate or sleep. The only noise he could hear was the echoing of his boots down the halls, and the quiet thump of his own heart. His mind seemed overly full, as though it had been flooded with some thick, dark vapor that clouded his thoughts and shadowed his emotions. A Jedi feels no pain, the words pounded through his mind in time to his footsteps. The ancient saying brought a dull smile, a grimace really, to his face. No, he felt no pain; he felt nothing. He felt dead. Or rather, he felt how a dead person would feel if it had been brought back to life.
Dully, Obi-Wan pressed the pad to open the door to the practice rooms. The steady hum of lightsabers filled his ears as soon as the door slid silently open, and the young Jedi Master grimaced in frustration. He had dearly wanted to be alone… Obi-Wan shook himself. Regardless of what other occupants the practice rooms might contain, he could still do a velocity alone. He truly cared little at this point if the other sleepless Jedi saw the state he was in. Gathering himself slightly, the ginger-haired Jedi walked into the practice room, his hand heading for the lightsaber at his side. As soon as he entered the occupied room, however, he halted in frozen shock at the sight that met his eyes.
Two Jedi, a male and a female, fought each other strongly, muscles trembling with the force of the blows. The female, a Twi’lek, was Janna K’lakk, a good friend of Obi-Wan’s, and a Healer with the duties of monitoring the mental health of the padawans. Her sparring partner was a surprise, being Mace Windu, a Jedi with fighting skills far exceeding that of the Healer, and a man known for his stern but gentle personality. It was not, however, the identity of the two Jedi that first surprised Obi-Wan. What first struck the young man dumb was the fact that the two were sparring in the nude.
Janna’s light purple skin shimmered blue with sweat under the lights, and the muscles of her slender body stretched and contracted in a deliciously erotic fashion as she dodged the energy blade of her opponent’s lightsaber. Full breasts bounced wonderfully, pale indigo nipples taut and erect in the open air, and Obi-Wan’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to the sight before wandering on to the rest of the display. Mace Windu, likewise, glistened with sweat, his hairless dark brown skin undulating over muscles in an indecent display of flesh. Between long, gleaming legs and a rippling six-pack belly was the most beautiful and erotic thing the bystander had ever seen: a long, thick cock that was standing very obviously at attention, the mushroom-shaped head a thick purple-brown of lusty virility.
Obi-Wan’s presence seemed to have passed the notice of the two sparring, and he took the opportunity to appreciate the sight, adjusting his leggings slightly even as he absently caressed the cool metal of his lightsaber with a single finger. For several minutes, the two opponents sparred, neither seeming to gain the upper hand, until finally, Janna leapt over one rather half-hearted stab from Mace, then grabbed the dark-skinned man by the neck and proceeded to ravage his mouth with her own. Lightsabers clicked off and were dropped to the floor as the two embraced heatedly, hands wandering over and even within bodies.
Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, longing to continue watching the show, but turned, feeling that he could no longer intrude on such an obviously private meeting.
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AN: Well, there's the first installment! Review, if you want to!