Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

Castaways	By : Aureawolf Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2394 -:- Recommendations : 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 List
- 1-Castaways
- 2-Renegade
- 3-Hermit
- 4-Jedi
- 5-Ghost
- 6-Sith
- 7-Savior
- 8-Hero
- 4
- 5
- 6
Being dead is weird. Of
course, I�m sure few people get a chance to really think about
their state of living. Especially when it ceases. But not me. Oh no,
I followed my masters and discovered immortality.
I�ll let you in on a
secret. It�s not all it�s cracked up to be.
I guess I�m still
trying to adjust to it. I feel exactly the same as I did when I was
alive. Just a bit less�corporeal. Yes, that�s a good word to
describe what I�m lacking in right now.
Speaking of right now.
I am walking down a corridor on an Imperial Star Destroyer. Every
time a storm trooper comes past me I have to fight down the instinct
to duck away, or use a nudge of the Force to make them look the other
way. Being a ghost has some advantages, I�ll admit to that.
Choosing when you can be seen is a definite perk.
Ah, here we are. My old
padawan�s room. Oh yes, did I mention that I love being
non-corporeal. As soon as I am inside the room I am immensely
surprised. Having known Anakin almost his whole life, I know that he
likes aesthetically pleasing things. And people. But his room is
devoid of anything. Not a plant, or a speck of color in the entire
place. Just white and black.
I wonder if he sees
colors through that mask?
The only pieces of
furniture in the whole room are two black metallic chairs and the
chamber in the center. I get the feeling that someone other than
Vader put those chairs there. I doubt he entertains many guests here.
The chamber itself has
now caught my interest. Being a Force ghost seems to have lessened my
abilities to sense others or be sensed. But there is just a hint of
my old apprentice coming from that chamber. I walk over to the
chamber and am caught by a strange thought. I could fly if I had the
desire to, but out of some strange instinct I always find myself
standing on solid ground. Oh well, old habits die hard I suppose.
I walk through the wall
of the chamber and am disappointed by what I see. Vader is sitting in
a chair in the very center, bare from the waist up. Horrific scars
cover his body. There are huge pockmarks where pieces of his flesh
and muscle were burnt off. Even his face is different. Pieces of skin
that are now wrinkled with age hang unevenly under his eyes. He still
has blue eyes, although I don�t know why I would have expected them
to change with the rest of his appearance.
Lord Vader, apprentice
of the Sith, still had bright blue eyes. I guess they only turn
golden when he�s using the dark side of the Force. Or, you know,
when he�s trying to kill me.
He just sits there,
staring off into nothingness. Honestly, that�s just creepy. I focus
on the trickles of the Force that remain perceptible to me and use
them to show myself. After having used this technique to speak and
appear to Luke, its getting easier to do each time.
Those damned blue eyes
flick immediately to my part of the room. Well, I�m proud of
myself. Vader looks terrified. Or at least his face shows as much
terror as its capable of. His mouth hangs open a bit as his brows
come together. Then, slowly, realization starts to sink in. I�m
just standing here, like a good ghost. Had I wanted to haunt him, I
suppose now would have been an appropriate time to start.
�I killed you.�
Oh yes, my apprentice
was always the brightest star in the sky.
�Yes. You did. With a
lightsaber through the stomach.�
Vader nods and stands
up. He seems to think that this occasion calls for at least some
etiquette.
�Then how are you
here?�
Well, he�s not a
total loss.
�It�s an ability
only great Jedi masters have. You might have learned it too, had you
not turned.�
He snorts at this and
walks closer. With his right hand he sweeps straight through my
chest. Or rather, where my chest would be if it still existed. I miss
my body.
�So you really are a
ghost. Too bad. I would have liked to kill you again.�
He is snarling down at
me, but the intimidation is lacking. No where near as strong as when
he wears his suit.
�Did I really wrong
you so much in your life that you�d want to murder me twice?�
There�s that snarl
again. I wonder when he picked up that less-than-attractive
expression. He snaps his glare back and forth from one of my eyes to
the other. Its almost like he can�t believe that I would ask such a
stupid question. Like I should know the answer. Which, of course,
means I probably do.
�You didn�t tell
me.�
Ah yes, right on the
money. This time I�m the one that can�t seem to choose a spot to
look at. I�m not some forsaken Sith. I feel guilt. And I wish I
could have told Anakin about his children. So many times over the
years. It never seemed fair that the one thing he had been so happy
about, and willing to lose his soul for, was lost to him forever.
�You know why I
couldn�t. And it seems you�ve proven me right.�
I swear I didn�t mean
that to come out. And especially not so harshly. But he turns away
from me and storms to the other side of the room. His prosthetic feet
clunk loudly on the metal.
�If I�d known Luke
was my son earlier, things could have been different. I wouldn�t
have been forced to do what I did.�
�If you�d known
that the boy was still alive, you�re master would have seen him
join you or die. And you know it. He�s too much of a threat to the
Emperor.�
�No!�
Anakin is not looking
at me as he puts the respirator back on, strapping it onto his chest
and covering himself with his usual black top and gloves. Judging by
his outburst, I�d have to say that I�ve hit a nerve.
�You honestly believe
the Emperor would have let Luke live. He is the last of the Jedi. The
last who was trained by a true Jedi Master. And in case you�ve
forgotten, Anakin, there can be only two Sith.�
He pauses before he
puts his helmet back on. The mask is already in place, and his
artificial breath interrupts the awkward silence. I can sense the
turmoil within him even through my limited access to the Force. There
is still good in this man. Anakin has not been completely consumed by
the part of his mind he calls Vader. It was dormant before, but after
battling with his son, it seems to have awakened. There might still
be a way to save him.
�Listen to me Anakin.
You�re not too far gone. I can help you. Let me.�
He clips his helmet in
place. I hate not being able to see those eyes of his. They always
gave him away.
After clipping on his
cape he starts for the door. I know I could follow him if I wanted
to. Make myself invisible to others. But I�m tired. An old dead man
who is not what he once was.
�Anakin. Do it for
your child.�
He falters. Ha. Got
you. Everyone has told me that I�m mad. That there is no good left
in him. All have given up hope on the elder Skywalker except for me
and his own flesh and blood. But I have a feeling we may be right.
�Feel free to try. I
doubt it�ll do you any good�.
�to sleep the whole
day away. Come on. Wake up!�
I groan and burrow
further into the scratchy, sweaty sheets that are heaped up on top of
me. The worst thing about desert planets is that you go to bed with
twenty blankets, and are still cold, and wake up sweating like a pig.
Ah yes, that waking up part. That seems to be the topic of discussion
this morning.
�Come on Master! We
don�t have anything to do today��
�Which is precisely
why you should let me sleep!�
For a second Anakin is
silent and I heave a great sigh of relief from under the layers of
blankets that have yet to be thrown to the floor. They�ll meet
their brethren there soon enough. The army tents on this planet have
no climate control and will soon be nearly as hot as the sands around
us.
I feel something
pulling the blankets away from my body, just slightly. Like someone
sitting on the end of them. Rolling over on the hard improvised bed
(also known to the laymen as a wooden bench) I use my momentum to
pull the covers out from under the other Jedi.
�Anyone ever tell you
you�re cranky in the morning.�
I�m beginning to
think that getting back to sleep is impossible. Alas. Stupid
overactive apprentices.
With a great heave
(which for being so early in the morning I�m particularly proud of)
I push off the covers and Anakin in one big padawan/blanket
projectile. Oh yeah, he�s cursing from the floor now. Serves him
right. I�m in just shorts and still I am sweating. The sticky beads
are all over me. I hate this planet. I hate this war. Jedi aren�t
supposed to hate, but right now I�m feeling quite a lot of it.
Anakin is crawling out
from under my discarded covers and apparently he�s feeling quite
negative this morning as well.
And now I�m on my
back. And there is another nasty sweaty body on my bed. Joy. I think
Anakin just doesn�t realize that when its nearly one hundred
degrees out, I am not in the mood. Temperature anywhere in the three
digit range is an automatic mood killer.
He pushes me on my side
and plops down behind me. There is a lot of sweaty skin contact,
which in another context would be a good thing. But not now. I just
want it to be cold. And no one to be near me. And to be naked. Yes,
those all sound good right now.
A hand crawls over my
stomach and begins traveling towards the soft shorts that are stuck
to my thighs. Ah, this seems terribly counterproductive to staying
cool.
That same hand trails
along my slightly ticklish sides. And now I�m squirming. Gah,
moving just makes more damn heat. Anakin�s hand leaves as soon as
it reaches the top of my shorts and I exhale in relief. Maybe he�ll
just give up�
No such luck. Now he�s
reaching up my shorts from the other directions, peeling them off my
sweat soaked thighs.
�Get off of me
Anakin.�
I�ll give the boy
credit, he�s brave. That hand stays where it is, wedged up into my
crotch, caught up in the heavy fabric of my clothes. After a second
he pulls it back though and I sit up, my back to him as he continues
to lie there, pouting. This is getting out of hand. It has been for a
while. Especially since the war started.
�Why are you being so
uptight this morning Master?�
I try not to grit my
teeth together. He only calls me �Master� when he�s trying to
get something from me. He uses this annoying tone of voice. I�m
sure I�m normally a patient person and could handle it. Not today
though.
�Look Anakin. It�s
disgustingly hot. I am not in the mood. Just let it go.�
Standing up I realize
that makes me even hotter. Before I even take a step I sit back down
on my bench. Maybe I�ll just wait until there is a reason to get
up. Conserve my strength.
And yet, there are
those hands again. Making a return trip. This time they encircle my
waist, and Anakin lets his chin rest against the back of my neck. How
can he be so hot? It�s like his body is hotter than the room. Which
is saying something. I try and push him away but he holds me tighter.
Those soft kisses trailing along the nape of my neck are really doing
nothing for my self-control.
�Anakin, stop!�
He stops this time. I
told him to. Loudly. Maybe a little louder than I intended. Okay, I
yelled at him. I didn�t mean to. Not really.
�What�s wrong with
you!� Anakin pushes against my back and stands up. I can
practically see his temper flaring up in his eyes. Never a good
thing. �You�ve been acting like this ever since we came on this
campaign.�
He�s right. Ever
since we left Coruscant I just haven�t been able to get in the
mood. But it isn�t because I�m jealous. I just figure that if he
can go off and sleep with Padme while on Curuscant, I�m probably
second best. I�d prefer to not be someone�s backup.
�If you want to have
sex with someone, why don�t you wait a few days. We�ll be
returning to Coruscant.� And you can sleep with the senator. I
don�t say it, but he knows I�m thinking it.
�If I didn�t know
better, Master, I�d say you were jealous of Padme.�
I am. I�m not
supposed to be though. It�s not a very Jedi-like emotion. Jealousy
would mean that I feel something more about the relationship Anakin
and I have. Which I do. But no one has to know that. Especially not
him.
Standing up, I look
into his eyes. Sometimes, I really wish I was as tall as him. Its
hard to be imposing from down here.
�There�s nothing to
be jealous of.�
His face contorts and
for a second I think he might cry. But its not a sorrowful
expression. More like a murderous rage. Ah, my apprentice. I think I
do more harm to you than good.
Anakin opens his mouth
to no doubt continue our argument when someone begins unzipping the
flap to our tent. Out of habit we take a few steps back from each
other.
�General, glad to see
you�re awake.�
I nod politely at the
trooper. From my side I hear a huff. Anakin hates being ignored. Ha.
Sucks for him.
�What is it you need
Commander Cody?�
�The droid armies are
on the move. We�ve received information of a gorge they will be
passing through soon. It would be the perfect spot for an ambush.�
Cody has never failed
me. Far more reliable than my former padawan.
�Excellent. I�ll be
out in a few minutes.�
�Yes General.�
I smile at Cody before
he leaves. And, of course, administer the final shot.
�If this goes well we
should be back to all the creature comforts of Coruscant within the
next few days.�

Anakin glares at me and for a second I wonder if its possible to use the force to shoot lasers out of one's eyes.
Honestly. Having the chosen one as your lover, partner, best friend, and constant pain in the ass does nothing for one's mental state.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Castaways