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Castaways	By : Aureawolf Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Castaways
- 2-Renegade
- 3-Hermit
- 4-Jedi
- 5-Ghost
- 6-Sith
- 7-Savior
- 8-Hero
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Okay, you guys know the drill. :Enter Disclaimer here: So yeah, I�ve decided each chapter will definitely have a �flashback� section and a �future� section. You�ll understand.
Beware�.there be SLASH ahead. Aka: yaoi, shounen-ai, m/m, boylove, male bonking�.. anyway�..not much yet�I�m still working up to it, but here is the chapter.
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I�m awake. I can�t say it�s the sun, or an alarm clock that wakes me. Sometimes I just become aware of the fact that I�m conscious, when I most certainly wasn�t a second ago.
My hair is tickling my ear. I blow puffs of air out the corner of my mouth but it doesn�t seem to move the greasy tendril. Obviously, I am in need of a shower. There also seems to be something sticking my mouth to my pillow�oh. I sit up on my knees, wiping the spittle away from my mouth and pushing my hair behind my shoulders.
I look around and see that I�m in my room, and that no one else is in my bed. Which is a bit of a curiosity considering I don�t remember ending up in my room last night. Which means I was probably carried in.
�You forgot to put a glass of water on the night table, Master.�
I can�t help but smacking my lips. Wishing for something cool to drink, but without having to get out of the cool wrappings of my bed sheets.
�It still baffles me, my ex-Padawan, that you can show me respect in your mind, but not in the presence of other Jedi.�
The voice is quiet, most likely from Obi-Wan trying to concentrate on something else. I am tempted to purposely bother him back, but if he�d wanted more of a conversation he would have initiated it. Rolling out of my bed I stumble into the living room that connects my bedroom and Obi-Wan�s. As usual, peeking into my master�s room I find everything strewn about, and his covers balled up on the bed.
�Your bed sure seems rumpled this morning. And I wake up alone in my room. You�re up to peculiar things today Master.�
�You were so exhausted from the mission that you fell asleep on the floor so I rolled you into your room. You�re lucky you were so pathetic looking��
I bristle at the comment. I know he�s just playing around, the joking in his voice obvious even through telepathy, but I still don�t like being insulted.
��or I�d have ravished you right there.�
I grin like an idiot, and I�m sure if the other Jedi could see me now they�d have a good laugh. The �chosen one� standing in a ratty pair of pants, with unwashed hair, grinning and dazed like someone on a deathstick high. Shaking my head to clear the images of Obi-Wan doing anything to me I start making a quick breakfast for myself.
�So care to explain, Master,� I know I�m a knight, and have been for a few years, but old habits, especially those that bother Obi-Wan, die hard. �What you are doing out of our rooms so early in the morning, and without me.�
�Council meeting. It might be a while. I promise though that I�ll make up for it when I return.�
There�s that shit eating grin again. I really need to be able to control my facial expressions when it comes to thoughts of Obi-Wan.
�Any suggestions of what I should do until then?�
Had we been in the same room, I have a feeling that he would have cocked an eyebrow and smirked at me for that one. Must be careful around my Master, he seems deceptively passive to those who don�t know him well.
�In all honesty Padawan I thought you might go to the archives today, do a little research on this�change��
It�s obvious what change he means. Jedi can do many things, but speak to each other in their minds is not one of them. At least, they never mention it in the temple classes. Speaking directly through the Force is a rare ability, one I�ve only heard mentioned along with names of Jedi of the ancient orders. I�ve simply chalked it up to the fact that my midichlorian count is so high, but Obi-Wan is more suspicious than I am.
�Yes Master. I�ll see you for dinner then.�
I feel our bond slacken as we both release it. We had formed a bond as all master and apprentice pairs do, but ours has intensified way beyond that. After I was knighted, we stayed together on all of our dispatches during the Clone Wars, if we could help it. And after we became lovers our bond became stronger, and as of recently we developed a few new abilities.
For example, my master is sitting in the council room, with his back facing the south window right now. I�d love to test out some of the odd quirks that seem to have come with our bond, but we�re in the middle of a war now and the Jedi need us.
After taking my much needed shower I head down to the archives. Almost as soon as I make the mistake of realizing that I have no idea where to go a young female Padawan pops up next to me.
�Do you need any assistance, Knight Skywalker?�
�Uh�yes,� her timing shouldn�t be strange considering she�s a Jedi, but I am still unnerved by this ability every time I journey to the archives, �Where would I look for information on Jedi with special abilities in the Force?�
She smiles and motions me towards one of the corners of the enormous room. I follow slowly, my footsteps seeming loud and out of place. When we arrive she points to an entire section of the wall that apparently houses information in all different forms on Force abilities.
�Care to be a bit less vague sir?�
I grin down at the girl, she can�t be much older than 15, and explain that I�m looking for anything involving telepathy. She pulls her mouth together tightly as she scans the area, her eyes darting in every direction, seemingly to fast to really be aware of what she is looking at. After a few seconds she seems to snap out of it and walks forward, pulling out a drawer. Inside are holovids, data pads, and even a few books.
�This drawer will contain anything you�re looking for. If you need any more help just ask,� with a curt smile she heads off just before I sense another Jedi enter the archive. Amazing.
I plonk down onto a bench that is conveniently near my drawer and begin to scour the entire collection for evidence of other telepathic Jedi. For what felt like hours I poured through the information, coming up with bits of pieces but nothing that could help me and my master.
�Anakin�you�re late.�
I prepare myself to respond when a strong hand slaps me upside my head.
�Damnit Master. That hurt��
�Stop pouting Anakin. Now lets go.�
I am not pouting.
All right. I�m pouting. I�m pouting I�m pouting I�m�
�I don�t sleep with people who pout.�
�Yes Master.�
As I follow him I look down at his neck. It happens to be source of interest for me and had there been less Jedi in the room I would have loved to lean over and gently�
�Anakin, can�t you at least wait till we�re home. Patience is part of the Jedi code.�
�I think we should add screwing in public to the Jedi Code.�
�Well�I am on the council now��
At least this time there are two Jedi with shit eating grins walking down the hall�
�to the bridge.
�Why did you disturb me?� I am pissed off. And these pathetic weaklings who are trembling in their seats below the catwalk I am on all know that I am pissed. They also know that usually results in one of them being choked to death.
�Forgive me Lord Vader,� the man that is speaking is one of the radiomen on the ship. I don�t know his name nor do I care. But I recognize his face through the red fog that now replaces my vision. �We received a transmission from the Force sensitive squadron.�
I know that my anger is satiated, for now, and I try and stand as relaxed as I can. My suit doesn�t help to convey emotions, outside of intimidation. I cross my arms, for some reason feeling that maybe this would help put this panicked man�s mind at ease long enough for him to give me the report.
�They have discovered very strong Force signatures on the Dagobah system and wanted to report to you before exploring the system. According to their message, this is the strongest Force presence they�ve found so far. They wish to know if you want to join them.�
By the time this poor fool finishes his sentence he is shaking like a leaf. I�m doing nothing to hide the frustration and anger in my mind, and even these men with no knowledge of the Force can feel it.
�Tell them not to bother with it��
�But my Lord?�
The radioman falls with a comforting thud onto the metal floor. I motion to some storm troopers waiting out in the hall and they quickly remove the body, his neck bent at an impossible angle. The fear in this room is so thick I feel like its pressing in around me. It is�comforting.
�Who will take that man�s position?�
A hand is slowly raised from the side and I see an older man, his beady eyes widened with pure terror sitting at a console.
�Return a transmission to the squadron. Tell them to ignore the Dagobah system. The entire planet is ripe with the Force. The trees on that planet are stronger in the Force than most of the squadron. That is all their sensing. They are to continue sweeping systems until they find the cowardly Jedi.�
�Yes, Lord Vader.�
Taking my leave of these fools that occupy my ship I walk quickly back to my chambers. Chambers is not so much an accurate description as cell. The room is not an apartment, not a place for a person to live. It is just a large open room with the necessary machinery to allow me to remove as much of my suit as I can. But for now I just sit in the large metal chair and seethe.
Just the mention of the Jedi has angered me and now I can�t think clearly. All my thoughts are of Kenobi. I know he survived the purges. As well as Yoda. But the old master was near death when I was a boy, and there is a good chance he died on his own. Quietly, hiding like a frightened rat. Kenobi on the other hand.
I would have known.
I know I would have felt his death. He lives on somewhere in the universe. Mocking me with his every breath. I know he is still alive.
This thought suddenly seems clearer to me than it ever has. I know he is alive. I can feel it. Our bond is not gone. There is no way to tell where the other presence in the back of my mind is in the universe, but it is somewhere. After being left on Mustafar I immediately tried to sense where Yoda and Kenobi were, but they were shielding their presences far too well. I hadn�t tried since.
Taking a few deep, echoing breaths, I tap into the bond that has been with me since I was ten. It takes a few moments to regain the control I need to sense it. After all, this bond is not controlled with the dark side. But there it is. Like a pulsing, quiet and seeming to come from everywhere at once.
�Kenobi?�
The slight falter in shielding on the other side is immediately replaced. Now there is less of a pulsing, and more of a buzzing. Like the sounds that appear when you think the world around you is silent. The noises you�re never sure you�ve really heard until you hear them again.
�I know you are there Jedi. And I know you can hear me. Amazing isn�t it, after all these years. I wonder if this means I am close to your hiding spot.�
I wait, feeling the dulled emotions that are leaked through the bond to me, fear, apprehension, panic, and even a spark of excitement. I can�t help but wonder if the voice that he hears in his head is my real one, or if even that has been tainted by my new form. The one that he gave me. His fault.
�You cannot still think that anything that you did was my fault, can you Darth? After all, I told you not to jump.�
A tingle runs up my spine. Or a feeling similar to it. This voice, that I haven�t heard in years, and yet it remains the same. Forcing myself to be calm and concentrate I try and find where Kenobi is. Even just a direction that he is speaking to me from, but it fails.
�I am still your elder Darth. Do you think you�ve grown strong enough to sense a Jedi Master who doesn�t wish to be sensed?�
�A master eh? Master of what? Certainly not of the Jedi Order. You know as well as I do Kenobi, you are a master of nothing.�
And now, I am alone again. He is shut off his end of the bond, blocked me out completely. The faint buzzing stays, as it always has, in the farthest corner of my mind. For a second I feel something, disappointment perhaps, but write it off as a reaction to not discovering anything more about the whereabouts of the Jedi.
But he can�t shield himself perfectly for long. I will be able to communicate with him again. It is true that my ex-master has grown stronger in his exile. But he is not the only one who has had time to train.
Perhaps next time I�ll show him a few of the tricks I�ve learned.
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