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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
And once again, my partner is jumping into the jungle with his lightsaber drawn. I just don't understand. Maybe he wouldn't break so many if he wouldn't use them as much.
"Anakin! Get back here!"
He stops and looks at me with that look. I've seen it millions of times over the years. It means, quite literally, I am going to do something psychotic and suicidal and you can't stop me.
"What? It looks dangerous, we have to protect the villagers."
I look to the creature that has apparently threatened the Jedi Knight currently wielding a lightsaber at it. It is about two feet from head to its two tails, covered in black and white stripes, with large feline ears and six legs. It seems to me like a slightly unhappy housecat.
"Anakin stop bothering the wildlife."
He grumbles something but returns to the path, and as I pass by his trudging form I hear cursing in what I believe is Huttese, but I can't be sure. The refugees we are helping return to their homes are smaller than humans, most coming up to my stomach, with long tails that look reptilian, but large eyes like nocturnal mammals. They have obviously been in the prison cells of the droid armies for far too long, they are thin and weak, the young and old slowing down the whole group.
And so we trudge. Not because we are tired, but because our companions can't keep up with our pace.
It is peaceful. Therefore, I think Anakin might massacre something soon.
"There has to be a quicker way to their villages. This is the fucking jungle. It's slowing them down even more."
Sigh. Silly partner.
"Anakin, just enjoy the fact that there is nothing trying to end our lives. We are just taking a relaxed stroll through the undergrowth."
"I don't like being relaxed. We've been on this stupid humid planet for way too long. These people know their way home, why do we even have to be here!"
A few of the villages shrink back at Anakin's outburst. He's turned and is facing me down with that same pout he's had for the past ten years. Stupid padawan.
"Anakin, you're scaring these people. Will you please be calm. Their home is less than two days away, we'll be going to our own home soon."
"Not soon enough. And plus, they're not scared. They don't even understand us. Which is another thing. We don't know for sure they know where they're going. We could be lost for all we know."
He turns around and I walk on his side, bumping against him as we both try and pull some vines apart to go through. Admittedly, my smaller stature is actually an advantage on this planet. Anakin keeps getting his hair caught in the tree branches. About time he regrets his abnormal height.
I wish I had learned more of Qui-Gon's ability to pick up languages. I haven't let Anakin know that I understand some of what is being chattered around us. I don't feel like playing translator and embarrassing us both in front of yet another species.
"If I promise you to make it worth your while, will you behave a bit?"
There is a long pause. I know what he's thinking. Is the extra sex really worth it? And having been sleeping with Anakin for as many years as I have been, I already know the answer.
"Fine. You are totally bottoming for this."
I sigh. He just grins and brushes a little harder than usual against me, his hand slipping to grope my ass as we pass through more underbrush. Ah well, at least now he'll stop complaining. Just recently I have come to an awful conclusion, and an even more terrible acceptation. I am in love with Anakin. I also know that this is a very very bad thing, and the fact that I am so willing to compromise for him just emphasizes the fact. I fear I may even tell him how I feel soon.
All hell is going to break loose.
I feel a tug on my tunic and fall back from Anakin's stride. A small...well whatever these things are called...has gotten my attention. He is asking me to show him something. I can't quite make out the rest of his request and quietly tell him so. He realizes this and points to my lightsaber. Ah. Of course, everyone loves the lightsaber.
Pulling it out I turn it on and feel the gentle hum through the hilt. Something few people know is that if you are using a lightsaber for a prolonged period of time your hand goes numb if you aren't careful. Which can be pretty sucky in the middle of a battle.
I swipe through some of the foliage, clearing the path ahead and hear amused sounds from my audience. I return the weapon to my belt and ask the small male, who seems to be the leader of his tribe, if that satisfied his question. It was the best I could do with my limited vocabulary. He nodded and swished his tail, which I of course assumed to be a yes.
"Hey Obi-Wan! Get up here!"
Anakin doesn't seem worried, but I hurry forward anyway. My sleeves keep getting caught on the sharp thorns of a vine that hangs out of the trees. After pulling myself free I stumble through a bush and lose my footing. Before I can fall I feel the Force flicker around me and my body is suspended. Anakin is standing about ten feet ahead of me, his hand out and a look of concentration in his eyes.
He motions me over towards him, placing me back on my feet and releasing me. I noticed as I was being hovered over it that there was something large and orange spread across the forest floor.
"What is that?"
Anakin is smirking about something again. Sometimes I really hate him for doing that.
"That makes it six Master."
"Six?"
"I've saved your life six times."
"That doesn't count. I tripped. What did you save me from?"
There is a pregnant pause. I motion my hand, trying to get Anakin to just admit whatever he thinks was a threat to my life.
"Carnivorous slime mold."
Ladies and gentlemen, the Jedi has lost his mind.
"And how did you come to this astute conclusion, oh padawan mine?"
He smiles a bit more. I know he loves it when I call him padawan. Just like I secretly relish every time I hear the word master from his mouth.
"Well, its obviously a slime mold, correct?"
I quickly inspect the orange blob sitting half on a rotted tree trunk and half on the leaf covered ground. Yep, definitely a slime mold. I give Anakin a nod and he continues.
"Example 2, if you look you can easily spot the bones and remains of one of the inhabitants of Cato Nemodia within the slime mold's body."
Another quick look proves that yes, there are the remains of a leg and arm, both of which are mostly digested and are covered in the sticky orange creature. To the simple mind, it could seem that the slime mold has devoured some unsuspecting creature. To everyone other than my padawan, it would seem the mold grew over a person who died of some other cause.
"Anakin, I don't believe that mold is eating that body. Let alone that it killed it and is dangerous..."
"But Master, its better to be safe than sorry, right?"
Smartass. Using my words against me.
"Fine, we'll be safe and avoid the possibly man-eating slime. But this does not count as you saving my life."
The Skywalker pout slides into place and we return to where the refugees are eternally walking by in their lines, slightly off from where we are with the mold. I calmly instrust Anakin to go and take care of those in the lead, make sure they are protected while I guard the rear. In a rare moment of obedience he goes without fight, probably because he knows he'll be on top tonight. Nothing could dampen his spirit now.
"Excuse me..." or so I hope I say to the nearby villager. He picks up his head and focuses his oversized eyes on me. Obviously my abilities are improving. I point to the orange mold and he looks as well.
"Is that slime dangerous, to us?"
He nods vigorously up and down.
"We have lost many to that--" here he used a word I couldn't translate, but it was probably an insult. He snorted in the direction of the carnivorous slime mold before tugging on my tunic to draw me away from the danger.
"I'll never..."
"...understand the Skywalker fixation with lightsaber colors."
Luke looks up to me and smiles. I have just appeared in front of him and he is so easily amused by this simple trick.
"Hey Ben. Didn't know you were here."
"I'm sure you were deep in thought."
He sits on a large rock, in the deep section of the temple where tunnels caved in long ago. In front of him are three carefully chosen crystals. It is like they are the evidence of some important trial and Luke is the judge. On the left is a dark green, in the middle a blue, and on the right a small golden one.
"So which color do you think I should choose? It'll be my first lightsaber that I've actually built. Yoda said it was one of the final steps of being a knight, to make one without your master's help."
Sigh. He is certainly Anakin's son. As if there was any doubt.
"The color is not what is important, Luke. You must choose a crystal that feels in sync with you, and that matches your abilities. If you choose one that is too strong you won't be able to wield it smoothly, and one that is too weak you will become careless with."
I hate this speech. I was given it. I gave it to Anakin. Stupid speech needs to be re-written. Most of the Jedi speeches are like this one, repetitive and vague at the same time.
Then again, I am one of the last Jedi. So I guess I could rewrite the speech sometime...bah, too much trouble.
"I know that Ben. These three crystals feel good to me. So now the only difference is the color. What color lightsabers did the Jedi of the old order use?"
Well, I suppose some things can't be helped. This odd family obsession seems to be one of them.
"Blue and green were the most common. Green was a sign of a negotiator, and blue was the sign of a guardian. You probably noticed that those crystals are the most plentiful here, along with purple ones, although they rarely form a good lightsaber. Yellow, white, and a few others are extremely rare, and would take a lot of time to find one with the correct amount of power to it."
"What about red? Like my father's?"
Ah yes. Anakin has gone through quite a few lightsabers. In fact, far more than most Jedi do in their entire careers.
"Red blades are created with synthetic crystals and are only used by the Sith. Only Jedi can enter this temple and retrieve the real crystals. So Sith must either steal Jedi lightsabers are make them from synthetic materials."
"His doesn't seem weaker for it."
Luke mutters this, but immediately looks up with guilt in his eyes. Oh yes, the red blade sure seemed strong enough when it cut through my body. I wish he wouldn't feel like it was his fault.
"Luke, the dark side may seem to make people stronger, but it doesn't. In the long run, it ruins you, kills you quicker. There are terrible prices for using the dark side."
He nods and goes back to his deliberating. His father would have picked the blue one. It is slightly stronger than the other two choices. I may have gone for the yellow. And now that I'm dead, I'll be honest, I would have made that choice just to show off. To prove to the Jedi that it was never a mistake to keep me in the temple and make me a master. I know no one thought this but me, but I still would have chosen the weaker golden crystal just to flaunt it.
Is it strange that I'm far more honest with myself now that I'm dead?
Ah well, no point in wondering about that now.
"Kenobi."
"Anakin."
"I." There is a long pause. For a second I think that we lost our connection, although I know it wasn't done from my side.
"I remember you now. I still don't trust you, but if you are willing to teach me this new Force power, then I'm willing to learn."
Well, now I don't know whether to be excited, or depressed. This certainly isn't going to be easy.
Luke leans forward, and picks up the dark green crystal.
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