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What Dreams May Come

Nike

Rating: NC-17 for
sex, violence, and language.

WARNING: The dream/memory sequences in the following
chapters get increasingly disturbing and somewhat graphic. They contain scenes of attempted rape,
non-consensual m/m sex, and character death.
There may also be regular scenes following this pattern, depending on which
direction my creative urge takes this fiction.
If any or all of the above bother you then you should not read this.

Disclaimer: I do not
own Star Wars and George Lucas would probably sue me anyway if he ever read
this because of how seriously I (quite literally) screw with the
characters. He would not get much, though,
because I am not making any money off
this. His characters include Jedi Master
Luminara Unduli and her Padawan, Barriss Offee.
The plot, the �rivalry� between Anakin and Barriss, and any original
characters, like the slaver, Jedi Master Zaria �Z. Z.�f, Tf, Taro, Trinity,
Starla, Destiny, Latisha, and Morlu, are mine.

Category: Um,
general, I guess. There are too many
different things happening at once for it to really be
any one thing. Oh, by the way, this is
AU compared to the book series, I suppose, because I haven�t read any of
them. As for the movies, they should
remain the same. There are some spoilers
for AOTC if you haven�t seen it, though.

Summary: Anakin
Skywalker keeps having increasingly disturbing dreams warning him about the
future. He may be in over his head,
however, when someone from Obi-Wan�s past starts making them come true.

Setting: This is
supposed to take place just before AOTC and sort of sets things up for it. Well, actually, it takes place before the
Ansion border dispute, which is where the movie claims our heroes were before
the movie started. Anakin is eighteen so
it is about a year, year-and-a-half before AOTC.

Author�s Note: The
first three chapters of the WIP was taken off of the
place that shall remain nameless, so here they are. Now that I have a place to post it, maybe I�ll
get my rear in gear and finish the darn thing.

Italics indicate dream
sequences.
*****Anything in these things are memories*****
-----And these stand for a change in scene in the regular
story line-----

To die, to sleep; to sleep perchance to dream.
Ay, there�s the rub! For in that sleep of death,
Oh what dreams may
come!
~Shakespeare

Now our feature presentation�
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The featureless plain stretched on forever,
yet he ran without tiring. No sense of
direction existed in this strange place; he could have been running in circles
for all he knew. He might as well have
been standing in one spot for nothing ever changed. There was no reason for him to run; nothing was
chasing him and nothing lay ahead. For
some reason he felt that he had to run and the faster the better. Nothing happened, though. It was a monotonous existence with no
determined end. He felt as if he had
been running forever and that he would continue to do so�

Anakin
Skywalker awoke with a start. His blue
eyes roamed around, taking in the familiarity of his room in the Jedi
Temple, before he finally decided
he had better be getting up. Freeing his
entangled limbs from his twisted sheets, the handsome eighteen-year-old swung
his legs from his sleep couch and sat on the edge, running his fingers through
his spiky blonde hair.
It was the
same dream over and over again. Always there was the empty plain and him
running aimlessly through it. This
particular dream had been repeating itself for three nights in a row now and Anakin
still did not have a clue as to its meaning.
Anakin
stood up, stretched, and quickly got ready for the day ahead of him before
heading for the food prep unit. It was
time to go to his master for some advice.
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�That�s
easy. You feel your current lifestyle is
aimless and incomplete. It is probably
the result of being forced to remain in the Temple
and recuperate from our last mission with the gundarks� nest and you miss the
freedom of body and purpose of mind that occurs within a mission. Just be patient, my
young apprentice. We�ll receive a
summons soon enough and your dreams will cease to bother you.�
Anakin
resisted pointing out that he was not
the one who had fallen into that Sith-hole nest and, instead, nodded gravely as
Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi set two plates of scrambled eggs upon the
table. His master insisted on them
eating breakfast together, if for nothing more than quality time and getting
their schedules for the day straightened out, and eggs were one of the few
things Obi-Wan could cook. For the rest of their meals, they often went
to the dining hall to eat. Cafeteria
food, however, is not exactly the best food in the world, although the chefs
certainly tried their best. In pure
defense, Anakin had learned how to cook some dishes, which often came as a
welcome respite to the Jedi cooks� cheerful, if only partially edible,
products.
�Today�s
your day off. What were you planning on
doing?� Obi-Wan inquired, purposely changing the subject.
�I�m going
to spar with Barriss Offee, like we do every week on our day off.� Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow.
�Wasn�t it
just last week that you came storming in and declared you weren�t going to spar
with Padawan Offee ever again?�
�Yes, well,
that was last week, Master.� Obi-Wan
Kenobi chuckled.
�One of
these days, you two will forgo all of the posturing you do and come straight
out and admit you�re best friends.�
�We are not best friends. We�re rivals, not friends.� The grin on his master�s face told Anakin that
Obi-Wan did not believe him. To be frank,
Anakin was not too certain that he believed it himself. Obi-Wan leaned towards Anakin and put his
hand on the teenager�s shoulder.
�Good luck
on this next match, my Padawan.�
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Anakin
stood quietly with his eyes closed and breathed in deeply. His hands hung loosely at his sides, despite
the fact that he held his lightsaber in his right hand. Suddenly, he stiffened and depressed the
button on the lightsaber�s handle. A
glowing blue blade of light sparked into existence as his eyes shot open.
Facing him
was figure swathed in a hooded black robe so that only the nut-brown skin of
her face and hands was visible. Her
sharp eyes closely watched Anakin�s every movement. She put great faith in her eyes, as the
exotic tattoos, which ran across the bridge of her nose and settled on her
cheeks just below those keen eyes, proclaimed in their alien language.
Her master,
Luminara Unduli, had similar tos ros running from her bottom lip down to the
throat and voice box, showing the Jedi Master�s dependence upon her
silver-tongued vocalizations. Neither
Luminara Unduli nor Obi-Wan Kenobi was here, however. It was only the strikingly handsome young man
and his beautiful foreign opponent.
Barriss
Offee signaled her readiness by letting her own blue blade spring to life. The two Padawans warily circled one another.
�Hey,
Skywalker, are you ready to get your butt whipped?�
�In your
dreams, Offee!� Anakin Skywalker retorted as he lunged at her. Jedi Padawan Barriss Offee made a face as she
brought her lightsaber up and around, bringing Anakin�s blue lightsaber into a
deadlock with her own glowing blue blade.
�Why would
I want to dream about your huge rear end?>
>

�Ha ha, very funny,� Anakin replied, coming out of the deadlock
with a spin and barely parrying a thrust.
�I thought
it was.�
�You need
to work on your sense of humor, Offee.�
�Save your
breath, Skywalker.� Soon the speakers
were jumping, slicing, dodging, flipping, and attacking one another. Some of the fighting moves they used belonged
in the higher-level katas. Time was
interminable and silence ensued except for the clash of lightsabers and the
opponents� heavy breathing.
The rivals
paused facing each other, panting. Then
Anakin Skywalker turned his lightsaber off and fell forward. At least, Barriss Offeeughtught he was
falling forward. She realized her
mistake too late; Anakin had already dove underneath
her blade and pulled her ankles out from under her. Her lightsaber went flying, turning off as it
did so, and landed with a thump several feet away. She was about to summon her weapon when she
became aware of a blue glow at her throat.
Her eyes swiveled and she made out a familiar smirk on the person lying
next to her on the floor mat.
�I
win.� Barriss Offee conceded defeat and
the two stood up, absent-mindedly swiping at their clothes to dislodge any
clinging dust and lint.
�You know,
there�s a word for people like you,� Barriss told Anakin after she had recalled
her lightsaber to her hand.
�Bold? Dashing?� he asked with a grin.
�Actually,
I was thinking more along the lines of stupid�
and lucky. Throwing yourself under your
opponent�s lightsaber is a really stupid move and you
are extremely lucky that it worked this time around. You won�t pull it off again, at least not
against me.� Anakin shrugged.
�So I�ll
just have to have an all new surprise move up my sleeve the next time we spar.�
�The next
time we spar, I�m going to wipe the floor with that pert posterior of yours.�
��Pert
posterior�? Don�t you mean
�smart-ass�? Come off it, Barriss. You can�t even curse right.� Padawan Offee huffed in annoyance.
�Next time,
Skywalker.� With that, she stalked off.

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Eleven-year-old
Anakin Skywalker sat unhappily on the sidelines, watching the other children
spar. Obi-Wan had been teaching him so
hard and he was beginning to catch up with the others. Unfortunately, the initiates at his skill
level avoided him because he was a Padawan and the Padawans scorned him because
he was not up to their level. Anakin
sighed. How was he supposed to get
better if no one would give him a chance?
A quick glance showed the boy that Obi-Wan was
still busy with a class of initiates.
�Would you
like to spar?� a voice interjected into the boy�s thoughts. Looking up, he saw a dark-haired female
Padawan about two years older than him.
She had the typical medium-dark skin of a Mirialan and had all of her
long raven hair pulled back except for the Padawan braid hanging over her
shoulder.<
<
�Sure!�
Anakin agreed, happy to meet someone from another desert planet, �I�m Anakin
Skywalker. What�s your name?�
�Barriss
Offee.� They scrambled to prepare and were
soon facing one another with their lightsabers ignited.
Anakin dove
in forcefully, surprising Barriss and catching her off balance. The older Padawan was well
trained, however, and quickly recovered.

�Class
dismissed,� Obi-Wan Kenobi announced to the clan of
initiates. The children departed,
giggling or groaning depending on their feelings. A half-smile crossed Obi-Wan�s face as he
remembered when he used to do
that. Knight Kenobi shook his head
regretfully. Everyone had to grow up
soon or later. Speaking of growing up,
where was Anakin?
The clash
of lightsabers drew Obi-Wan�s attention to a sparring couple. His jaw dropped when he recognized his
inexperienced apprentice holding his own against an older and more learned
opponent.
�Don�t
worry, Kenobi. He�s doing remarkably
well for his first time,� a soft voice with a marked lilt murmured by his
ear. Obi-Wan looked slightly down at his
companion, smiling as he acknowledged her presence.
�Master
Unduli.� Luminara Unduli was a pretty,
olive-skinned thing with ebony marks, which ran from her bottom lip down her
chin and throat, and surprisingly bright blue eyes.
�Your level
of training must be remarkable. Your
student is quite impressive for having spent only two years in the Temple.�
�Anakin�s a
fast learner,� Obi-Wan stated, neither claiming nor denying the praise as he
watched the Padawans . �Yes.�
�Then he
was right. You barely made it in
time.
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