FIC: Sun Kissed (5/?)
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aislinn_veedorTitle: Sun Kissed (5/?)
Author: Vee017 (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aislinn_tredor)
Beta'd by:agentjedi
Genre: Romance
Setting: AU
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned Star Wars I wouldn't still be a poor college student now would I?
Summary: Being on a world that supports slavery is one thing, buying a slave and bringing him into Republic space is entirely another. A/O Slash.
Title: Sun Kissed
Author: Vee017 (aislinn_tredor)
Beta'd by:agentjedi
Genre: Romance
Setting: AU
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Being on a world that supports slavery is one thing, buying a slave and bringing him into Republic space is entirely another. A/O Slash.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter 5
Obi-Wan was a strange man.
Strange, confusing, and he didn’t make sense.
Anakin had offered himself up to him and he…ran?
The boy huffed and rubbed his arms and legs to generate some more heat. He didn’t ever want to get used to space travel, hell even if he was fully and properly clothed he was sure that he’d still be as cold as he was now. Though he supposed the sex-he-wasn’t-having would have warmed him up somewhat.
Anakin made a disgruntled noise. Was it wrong to feel off about being…rejected like that? Was it a rejection? Anakin knew what he looked like and everyone said that he was irresistible…maybe Obi-Wan was the shy type? Virgin? Anakin laughed. He was really losing it. Shaking the thought away, he rationalized his thoughts to the confusion of the situation and being out of his element
The only consolation of this trip was the view from the window. He could remember a time from his childhood where he dreamed of travelling between the stars and visiting each and every one of them. He just hadn’t thought about how damn cold space was.
Dragging his eyes from the window, Anakin’s eyes caught sight of the thin blanket atop his master’s bed.
He bit the inside of his mouth.
He wasn’t told he could take a blanket…but then again, he wasn’t told not to. And he was cold. Anakin also made a mental note to ask about the Twi’lek’s that had been aboard with him. They were probably dead by now. He was sure he would have been.
Sitting up and reaching across the space, Anakin nicked the blanket and wrapped it around himself. It offered no warmth, but at least his feet were properly covered. Was this the only blanket they gave everybody? How the hell did anyone stay warm?
If Kenobi came back and didn’t like Anakin’s blanket swapping then he could beat him all he wanted, but was sure no matter what happened to him, he’d already been through worse.
Though thinking about it…if Obi-Wan wouldn’t fuck him…would he beat him? Anakin blinked as he considered.
He had looked shocked or…something. Well, what else did he expect Anakin to do? He was a pleasure slave, he was there for sex wasn’t he? And if Obi-Wan didn’t want it then that meant that someone else did. His body could be rented out like it was the last time.
A whine, that he would later deny, came strangled from his throat as he considered his options. Despite not knowing his options, he could probably guess accurately. So Obi-Wan was his owner, maybe he was one of those anti-social sorts? The ones who delve out the slaves and collect the money from their loyal bodyguards in his darkly lit office? Or maybe he was just always skittish?
Anakin sighed. He reminded himself that they were on a public transport and that his master’s attitude could change dramatically once they reached their destination. Even when Obi-Wan had reacted, Anakin couldn’t read him at all. The only thing that had slipped through, or at least he thought it came from Obi-Wan, was surprise. And that surprise could easily have come from not expecting Anakin to give it up so quickly. He might have slipped into his act again and left, purposely confusing him.
Maybe Anakin would try seduction again, something not so blatant this time.
Even if it was never something he enjoyed, it was survival…and it would tell him what Obi-Wan really thought.
It was weird really. Anakin had discovered years ago that he could read people more easily when they were lost in the throes. He could feel their elation and tenseness at orgasm, but under that he could feel something else entirely. A being was left completely open and he could feel the basest part of them.
It was unnerving to constantly feel nothing coming from Obi-Wan, he didn’t want the brief flashes, the glimpses that left him wondering if it was imagined. He wanted an actual read. The post-coital accessibility would tell him if he was honestly genuine when he told Anakin he didn’t have to worry, or it would out him as an actor and complete liar and no different than the rest.
Lying back down and curling up, he tried to contain his body heat within the robe and blanket. He would just lie there and think about things. Maybe calm down somewhat. He had to admit that he wasn’t in control of things. A feeling that was more than familiar.
>>>
For the second time since coming into ownership of one Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan found himself nursing a drink. Sitting in the galley, he really hoped that it wouldn’t become a habit, but if the boy kept doing…things…it just might.
Obi-Wan sighed heavily. He supposed that now would be a good time to make his intentions, or lack thereof, known to Anakin, that he wasn’t a slave, and there was certainly not going to be any pleasuring of any kind going on. Obi-Wan would explain to him that he was bought because the Force willed it, he was force sensitive, and he should start learning how to control it.
Obi-Wan rubbed his temples. He hadn’t thought it was possible for shields to hurt. The boy needed training desperately - in meditation and shielding at the very least. So he would stop thinking so loudly. A lesson in shielding and not projecting your every emotion would be excellent starting points. Very excellent.
But then what? Make the young man a farmer? Put him into a life that Obi-Wan had grown complacent with, that was his duty? Though being a farmer was a big step up from slave, he supposed. Now it was just a matter of convincing Anakin that he wasn’t going to try and touch him. Taking pleasure from an unwilling participant was wrong on so many levels. Just seeing Anakin with the expectation had, quite literally, turned his stomach after he had gotten over his initial shock and physical reaction.
No one should be forced into that kind of life.
Obi-Wan sighed and once again found himself longing for Bandomeer, centred right in the heart of the Republic. Where civility, common decency, and democracy had ruled for over a thousand years.
>>>
He was dreaming again. Or at least he thought he was dreaming. It was an odd sense to be trapped between the state of unconsciousness and the real world, fluttering fluidly in the middle of some great divide. For moments at a time he would sink back into sleep to dream about a permacrete room and someone choking, a hand tightened and he was awake again, staring at the bed across from him until he once again drifted under.
Sometimes he saw his mother, other times he dreamt of a tall man with long hair and gentle eyes, another with an unclear braid of hair trailing down a chest, hooded and outlined in melancholy fire. Those dreams were never clear, just fleeting images in the scheme of his remembered dreams; and at times, nightmares.
Hands that scarred, words that burned; faces of people and beings long and forever gone.
Dreams were never pleasant, just another torment of jumbled thoughts and things that could feel all too real.
The weight of two heavy blankets being draped across his still form brought him nearly out of his dreamscape limbo. He already felt warmer with them on top of him than just the robe. Ignoring what his new owner might think, Anakin grabbed hold of the ends and wrapped himself in the quilts completely, making sure they were entwined snugly around him.
>>>
Obi-Wan couldn’t help smiling. Even half asleep, the Force quieted Anakin’s thoughts enough for Obi-Wan to relax his shields. When the boy woke up they’d be tightened again, but for now he could take a small reprieve.
He also noticed that Anakin had borrowed the blanket from his bed to wrap himself up in. It wasn’t much, but the two he had brought for him were “donated” by the Captain. He didn’t like using mind tricks that much, but it was for a good cause.
Walking to the end of the bed, he retrieved his dropped bag and pulled out a shirt, socks, and a pair of pants. Folding them neatly, he placed them on the nightstand for Anakin when he awoke. Getting him into them would be the first order of business. The second would be more reassurance and information. At least that was the plan.
Sitting down on the bed and facing Anakin, Obi-Wan dropped his face into his hands and stared at the floor. After a few minutes, a subtle shift in the Force was the only thing that made him look up. Anakin’s blue eyes stared back into his as he blinked. The boy was awake, but his thoughts were still quieted.
For a long moment they just stared at each other, sizing the other up until Obi-Wan started picking up more of Anakin’s stray thoughts.
“You don’t have to worry, you know,” he said softly. “I’m not expecting you to do anything, or…anyone…you’re not -- I’m not selling you to someone else.”
“So you’re what? A mind reader?” asked Anakin. Now that he thought about it, Kenobi did seem to answer his unspoken thoughts.
“I can sense your emotions. They’re quite loud, actually.”
And that was probably as light as he could put it. It didn’t sound too bad and he didn’t want to scare the kid, he was Force sensitive, but still ignorant in the ways of the Force. That was another thing Obi-Wan would have to explain to him.
Anakin sat up, keeping the blankets around him and faced Obi-Wan. “You can feel mine?”
“Yes.”
Anakin eyed him oddly. He could do the same thing, at least he thought he could. How many times had he just looked at someone and swear he could feel their thoughts sliding over him; a lot of people made him feel sick, and others felt somewhat elated. Like they couldn’t believe Anakin was giving them the honour of sleeping with them, even though they paid for it. Those men were rare and he never quite minded them as much.
Either way, there was always a feeling of something coming from people. Obi-Wan on the other hand, gave off nothing. He felt almost like a droid.
“I can’t feel you.”
Obi-Wan gave him a small smile. “I know. They’re called shields. Other Force sensitives use them for a number of reasons.”
Anakin’s brow furrowed. “Force sensitives?”
“Yes, it’s what I am. You’re Force sensitive as well.”
Obi-Wan continued at Anakin’s perplexed look. The confusion was coming off of him in waves now. “Have things ever moved on their own around you? Or you saw something happen before it actually happened?”
Anakin nodded slowly.
“That’s the Force. You were born with the ability to touch the Force. All beings are touched by it but those of us who are Force sensitive are more highly attuned with it. We’re connected to it like no other life form is.”
Anakin listened as Obi-Wan slowly explained what the Force was and how something called ‘midichlorians’ strengthened that connection. Every instance that he was describing had happened to him at some point in his life. He could feel things from people, and on one occasion or another, objects had thrown themselves across the room for seemingly no reason at all.
And now he was being told that other people shared this ability? He wasn’t alone with these odd occurrences. That he could eventually learn to control them, quiet his thoughts, form his own shields…move things with his mind…it sounded surreal.
“And you’re just going to teach me? For nothing?”
Obi-Wan sighed. “Anakin, you don’t have to use your body like…that…anymore. You’re not a slave and once we get to Bandomeer, the Healers will have to give you a medical exam. While they’re doing it, they can find the slave implant and remove it.”
Remove his implant? He could run and not worry about exploding? He could…Anakin shook his head. This was all wrong. Nothing this good could ever happen to someone like him, no one would…
“You think I’m dumb enough to believe that someone just bought me, to free me?”
Obi-Wan tightened his shields to their maximum. His headache was starting to come back and he made a mental note to keep Anakin calm. If this was his mind when he was a little upset, he really didn’t want to feel the full weight of a very strong and untrained Force sensitive out of control. He could feel fear and anger, disbelief and pain, the frustration, all fueled into that one sentence.
“The Republic banned slavery millenniums ago,” he explained. “Bandomeer is located within the Republic. You’re not a slave.”
“Republic? You’re taking me into the…”
Obi-Wan nodded. “We’re en route to Coruscant right now and from there we’ll be boarding another transport to Bandomeer. We’re traveling the trade routes.”
Coruscant. He was going to see Coruscant? That was a Core World! The centre of everything and even he knew it was the very heart of the Republic.
“But, but I still belong to you…” he started and was surprised when Obi-Wan shook his head.
“Slavery is illegal, and we’ve already crossed into Republic space. You’re your own person Anakin, and I…the Force led me to you at that auction, it has to be the reason we met. You weren’t destined for that life,” said Obi-Wan. “And I know you have no money or anywhere to go, but I work for the AgriCorps. It’s a branch of the Jedi Order -- ”
Anakin’s head shot up. “You’re a Jedi?”
His heart leapt. He knew that word. Everyone knew that word. They were warriors, peacekeepers of the galaxy, heroes. They protected people on worlds that had no help…and why was Obi-Wan shaking his head?
“I’m not a Jedi,” he said quietly. “I work for the Corps. You see, there are only so many Jedi Masters and those younglings who aren’t chosen as Jedi Apprentices are sent to the AgriCorps. We grow crops for people and planets with less than ample supplies of food.”
Anakin blinked and tilted his head. “Oh…but…” he thought for a minute. That sounded kind of boring. “But you were almost a Jedi?”
“Almost.”
“You grew up around them.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “In the Temple.”
Anakin leaned against the back of the couch and mulled it over. This man in front of him could have been a Jedi. He had bought Anakin and was bringing him into Republic space, where there were laws protecting him from ever going back into slavery. This man who seemed separated from the world around him. Anakin wondered what went on beyond his shields.
Despite it all, the excitement in his chest was still there, even though it had slightly waned, he dared give it hope.
He didn’t know how one became a Jedi but if Obi-Wan knew, had gone through it...
There are only so many Jedi Masters.
So that meant there were more younglings than Jedi to train them, enough that there was a whole other place for them to be sent if they weren’t trained. It was a sad thought for him, knowing that there could be even more Jedi if there were more to teach them. To have potential Jedi sent away like that sounded like such a waste…
“So…how are Jedi trained?” he asked.
As Obi-Wan began, Anakin listened with rapt attention.
>>>
A/N: Just for the record I absolutely hate that last sentence >.< I'm still not sure if it fits Anakin's character T_T
Other than that, I thought I should get this out as it's been a while. And chapters will be slower now, I'm starting school on Wednesday and it'll probably try and eat me.
Author: Vee017 (
aislinn_tredor)Beta'd by:
agentjedi Genre: Romance
Setting: AU
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned Star Wars I wouldn't still be a poor college student now would I?
Summary: Being on a world that supports slavery is one thing, buying a slave and bringing him into Republic space is entirely another. A/O Slash.
Title: Sun Kissed
Author: Vee017 (
aislinn_tredor)Beta'd by:
agentjedi Genre: Romance
Setting: AU
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Being on a world that supports slavery is one thing, buying a slave and bringing him into Republic space is entirely another. A/O Slash.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter 5
Obi-Wan was a strange man.
Strange, confusing, and he didn’t make sense.
Anakin had offered himself up to him and he…ran?
The boy huffed and rubbed his arms and legs to generate some more heat. He didn’t ever want to get used to space travel, hell even if he was fully and properly clothed he was sure that he’d still be as cold as he was now. Though he supposed the sex-he-wasn’t-having would have warmed him up somewhat.
Anakin made a disgruntled noise. Was it wrong to feel off about being…rejected like that? Was it a rejection? Anakin knew what he looked like and everyone said that he was irresistible…maybe Obi-Wan was the shy type? Virgin? Anakin laughed. He was really losing it. Shaking the thought away, he rationalized his thoughts to the confusion of the situation and being out of his element
The only consolation of this trip was the view from the window. He could remember a time from his childhood where he dreamed of travelling between the stars and visiting each and every one of them. He just hadn’t thought about how damn cold space was.
Dragging his eyes from the window, Anakin’s eyes caught sight of the thin blanket atop his master’s bed.
He bit the inside of his mouth.
He wasn’t told he could take a blanket…but then again, he wasn’t told not to. And he was cold. Anakin also made a mental note to ask about the Twi’lek’s that had been aboard with him. They were probably dead by now. He was sure he would have been.
Sitting up and reaching across the space, Anakin nicked the blanket and wrapped it around himself. It offered no warmth, but at least his feet were properly covered. Was this the only blanket they gave everybody? How the hell did anyone stay warm?
If Kenobi came back and didn’t like Anakin’s blanket swapping then he could beat him all he wanted, but was sure no matter what happened to him, he’d already been through worse.
Though thinking about it…if Obi-Wan wouldn’t fuck him…would he beat him? Anakin blinked as he considered.
He had looked shocked or…something. Well, what else did he expect Anakin to do? He was a pleasure slave, he was there for sex wasn’t he? And if Obi-Wan didn’t want it then that meant that someone else did. His body could be rented out like it was the last time.
A whine, that he would later deny, came strangled from his throat as he considered his options. Despite not knowing his options, he could probably guess accurately. So Obi-Wan was his owner, maybe he was one of those anti-social sorts? The ones who delve out the slaves and collect the money from their loyal bodyguards in his darkly lit office? Or maybe he was just always skittish?
Anakin sighed. He reminded himself that they were on a public transport and that his master’s attitude could change dramatically once they reached their destination. Even when Obi-Wan had reacted, Anakin couldn’t read him at all. The only thing that had slipped through, or at least he thought it came from Obi-Wan, was surprise. And that surprise could easily have come from not expecting Anakin to give it up so quickly. He might have slipped into his act again and left, purposely confusing him.
Maybe Anakin would try seduction again, something not so blatant this time.
Even if it was never something he enjoyed, it was survival…and it would tell him what Obi-Wan really thought.
It was weird really. Anakin had discovered years ago that he could read people more easily when they were lost in the throes. He could feel their elation and tenseness at orgasm, but under that he could feel something else entirely. A being was left completely open and he could feel the basest part of them.
It was unnerving to constantly feel nothing coming from Obi-Wan, he didn’t want the brief flashes, the glimpses that left him wondering if it was imagined. He wanted an actual read. The post-coital accessibility would tell him if he was honestly genuine when he told Anakin he didn’t have to worry, or it would out him as an actor and complete liar and no different than the rest.
Lying back down and curling up, he tried to contain his body heat within the robe and blanket. He would just lie there and think about things. Maybe calm down somewhat. He had to admit that he wasn’t in control of things. A feeling that was more than familiar.
>>>
For the second time since coming into ownership of one Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan found himself nursing a drink. Sitting in the galley, he really hoped that it wouldn’t become a habit, but if the boy kept doing…things…it just might.
Obi-Wan sighed heavily. He supposed that now would be a good time to make his intentions, or lack thereof, known to Anakin, that he wasn’t a slave, and there was certainly not going to be any pleasuring of any kind going on. Obi-Wan would explain to him that he was bought because the Force willed it, he was force sensitive, and he should start learning how to control it.
Obi-Wan rubbed his temples. He hadn’t thought it was possible for shields to hurt. The boy needed training desperately - in meditation and shielding at the very least. So he would stop thinking so loudly. A lesson in shielding and not projecting your every emotion would be excellent starting points. Very excellent.
But then what? Make the young man a farmer? Put him into a life that Obi-Wan had grown complacent with, that was his duty? Though being a farmer was a big step up from slave, he supposed. Now it was just a matter of convincing Anakin that he wasn’t going to try and touch him. Taking pleasure from an unwilling participant was wrong on so many levels. Just seeing Anakin with the expectation had, quite literally, turned his stomach after he had gotten over his initial shock and physical reaction.
No one should be forced into that kind of life.
Obi-Wan sighed and once again found himself longing for Bandomeer, centred right in the heart of the Republic. Where civility, common decency, and democracy had ruled for over a thousand years.
>>>
He was dreaming again. Or at least he thought he was dreaming. It was an odd sense to be trapped between the state of unconsciousness and the real world, fluttering fluidly in the middle of some great divide. For moments at a time he would sink back into sleep to dream about a permacrete room and someone choking, a hand tightened and he was awake again, staring at the bed across from him until he once again drifted under.
Sometimes he saw his mother, other times he dreamt of a tall man with long hair and gentle eyes, another with an unclear braid of hair trailing down a chest, hooded and outlined in melancholy fire. Those dreams were never clear, just fleeting images in the scheme of his remembered dreams; and at times, nightmares.
Hands that scarred, words that burned; faces of people and beings long and forever gone.
Dreams were never pleasant, just another torment of jumbled thoughts and things that could feel all too real.
The weight of two heavy blankets being draped across his still form brought him nearly out of his dreamscape limbo. He already felt warmer with them on top of him than just the robe. Ignoring what his new owner might think, Anakin grabbed hold of the ends and wrapped himself in the quilts completely, making sure they were entwined snugly around him.
>>>
Obi-Wan couldn’t help smiling. Even half asleep, the Force quieted Anakin’s thoughts enough for Obi-Wan to relax his shields. When the boy woke up they’d be tightened again, but for now he could take a small reprieve.
He also noticed that Anakin had borrowed the blanket from his bed to wrap himself up in. It wasn’t much, but the two he had brought for him were “donated” by the Captain. He didn’t like using mind tricks that much, but it was for a good cause.
Walking to the end of the bed, he retrieved his dropped bag and pulled out a shirt, socks, and a pair of pants. Folding them neatly, he placed them on the nightstand for Anakin when he awoke. Getting him into them would be the first order of business. The second would be more reassurance and information. At least that was the plan.
Sitting down on the bed and facing Anakin, Obi-Wan dropped his face into his hands and stared at the floor. After a few minutes, a subtle shift in the Force was the only thing that made him look up. Anakin’s blue eyes stared back into his as he blinked. The boy was awake, but his thoughts were still quieted.
For a long moment they just stared at each other, sizing the other up until Obi-Wan started picking up more of Anakin’s stray thoughts.
“You don’t have to worry, you know,” he said softly. “I’m not expecting you to do anything, or…anyone…you’re not -- I’m not selling you to someone else.”
“So you’re what? A mind reader?” asked Anakin. Now that he thought about it, Kenobi did seem to answer his unspoken thoughts.
“I can sense your emotions. They’re quite loud, actually.”
And that was probably as light as he could put it. It didn’t sound too bad and he didn’t want to scare the kid, he was Force sensitive, but still ignorant in the ways of the Force. That was another thing Obi-Wan would have to explain to him.
Anakin sat up, keeping the blankets around him and faced Obi-Wan. “You can feel mine?”
“Yes.”
Anakin eyed him oddly. He could do the same thing, at least he thought he could. How many times had he just looked at someone and swear he could feel their thoughts sliding over him; a lot of people made him feel sick, and others felt somewhat elated. Like they couldn’t believe Anakin was giving them the honour of sleeping with them, even though they paid for it. Those men were rare and he never quite minded them as much.
Either way, there was always a feeling of something coming from people. Obi-Wan on the other hand, gave off nothing. He felt almost like a droid.
“I can’t feel you.”
Obi-Wan gave him a small smile. “I know. They’re called shields. Other Force sensitives use them for a number of reasons.”
Anakin’s brow furrowed. “Force sensitives?”
“Yes, it’s what I am. You’re Force sensitive as well.”
Obi-Wan continued at Anakin’s perplexed look. The confusion was coming off of him in waves now. “Have things ever moved on their own around you? Or you saw something happen before it actually happened?”
Anakin nodded slowly.
“That’s the Force. You were born with the ability to touch the Force. All beings are touched by it but those of us who are Force sensitive are more highly attuned with it. We’re connected to it like no other life form is.”
Anakin listened as Obi-Wan slowly explained what the Force was and how something called ‘midichlorians’ strengthened that connection. Every instance that he was describing had happened to him at some point in his life. He could feel things from people, and on one occasion or another, objects had thrown themselves across the room for seemingly no reason at all.
And now he was being told that other people shared this ability? He wasn’t alone with these odd occurrences. That he could eventually learn to control them, quiet his thoughts, form his own shields…move things with his mind…it sounded surreal.
“And you’re just going to teach me? For nothing?”
Obi-Wan sighed. “Anakin, you don’t have to use your body like…that…anymore. You’re not a slave and once we get to Bandomeer, the Healers will have to give you a medical exam. While they’re doing it, they can find the slave implant and remove it.”
Remove his implant? He could run and not worry about exploding? He could…Anakin shook his head. This was all wrong. Nothing this good could ever happen to someone like him, no one would…
“You think I’m dumb enough to believe that someone just bought me, to free me?”
Obi-Wan tightened his shields to their maximum. His headache was starting to come back and he made a mental note to keep Anakin calm. If this was his mind when he was a little upset, he really didn’t want to feel the full weight of a very strong and untrained Force sensitive out of control. He could feel fear and anger, disbelief and pain, the frustration, all fueled into that one sentence.
“The Republic banned slavery millenniums ago,” he explained. “Bandomeer is located within the Republic. You’re not a slave.”
“Republic? You’re taking me into the…”
Obi-Wan nodded. “We’re en route to Coruscant right now and from there we’ll be boarding another transport to Bandomeer. We’re traveling the trade routes.”
Coruscant. He was going to see Coruscant? That was a Core World! The centre of everything and even he knew it was the very heart of the Republic.
“But, but I still belong to you…” he started and was surprised when Obi-Wan shook his head.
“Slavery is illegal, and we’ve already crossed into Republic space. You’re your own person Anakin, and I…the Force led me to you at that auction, it has to be the reason we met. You weren’t destined for that life,” said Obi-Wan. “And I know you have no money or anywhere to go, but I work for the AgriCorps. It’s a branch of the Jedi Order -- ”
Anakin’s head shot up. “You’re a Jedi?”
His heart leapt. He knew that word. Everyone knew that word. They were warriors, peacekeepers of the galaxy, heroes. They protected people on worlds that had no help…and why was Obi-Wan shaking his head?
“I’m not a Jedi,” he said quietly. “I work for the Corps. You see, there are only so many Jedi Masters and those younglings who aren’t chosen as Jedi Apprentices are sent to the AgriCorps. We grow crops for people and planets with less than ample supplies of food.”
Anakin blinked and tilted his head. “Oh…but…” he thought for a minute. That sounded kind of boring. “But you were almost a Jedi?”
“Almost.”
“You grew up around them.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “In the Temple.”
Anakin leaned against the back of the couch and mulled it over. This man in front of him could have been a Jedi. He had bought Anakin and was bringing him into Republic space, where there were laws protecting him from ever going back into slavery. This man who seemed separated from the world around him. Anakin wondered what went on beyond his shields.
Despite it all, the excitement in his chest was still there, even though it had slightly waned, he dared give it hope.
He didn’t know how one became a Jedi but if Obi-Wan knew, had gone through it...
There are only so many Jedi Masters.
So that meant there were more younglings than Jedi to train them, enough that there was a whole other place for them to be sent if they weren’t trained. It was a sad thought for him, knowing that there could be even more Jedi if there were more to teach them. To have potential Jedi sent away like that sounded like such a waste…
“So…how are Jedi trained?” he asked.
As Obi-Wan began, Anakin listened with rapt attention.
>>>
A/N: Just for the record I absolutely hate that last sentence >.< I'm still not sure if it fits Anakin's character T_T
Other than that, I thought I should get this out as it's been a while. And chapters will be slower now, I'm starting school on Wednesday and it'll probably try and eat me.
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Date: 2006-09-02 05:53 am (UTC)I wouldn't worry about that last sentence; it fits Anakin fine! ;)
I like your portrayal of him. The depth of his abilities are unknown to him and he's curious and even a little wary of Obi-Wan at first.
All very cool. I hope school doesn't swallow you whole!!
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Date: 2006-09-05 10:21 pm (UTC)Ahhh, school. Well I'll find out tomorrow for half my classes.
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Date: 2006-09-02 09:08 am (UTC)i love your fic ^^
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Date: 2006-09-05 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-03 08:21 am (UTC)Good luck for school! :) I am so glad I have left it behind for good, but every time I read some LJ author talk about school/exams/papers etc, it makes me feel so old...
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Date: 2006-09-05 10:25 pm (UTC)Thanks. And dude you're out of school! I can't wait till I'm out, though I still have 5 years most likely...o.o One more to complete my B.A and then I'm switching colleges.
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Date: 2006-09-05 10:52 pm (UTC)To talk it like Obi-Wan: Blast! Now you make me really feel old! :)
Seriously I loved school and university, but my final professor kept me working for 3 damned years on my PH D thesis (he was never in his office and when he was he could only say "This does not work" but without telling me why it did not work) that by the end I could no longer read my work without having a rejection crisis...
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Date: 2006-09-06 12:12 am (UTC)And ai! I don't like people like that, how are you supposed to learn and correct things if you have no idea what went wrong? o.0
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Date: 2006-09-06 07:53 am (UTC)History. :)
I know,...but you see here in Italy there is a disgusting practice among the university professors. They give you thesis on topics they need to research to write their own papers/books/essays. So the students do all the hard work and they use it for their own gain. Ie I had to translate 160 pages of Medieval laws written in a mixture of Latin and ancient Italian and he asked me to give him a copy of those translactions...So my guess he kept me working until I did everything he wanted me to do. *growls* And atop of it the bastard had the guts to tell me he expected a nice present after the graduation! Needless to say, given how much he pissed me off, he is still waiting his present...:)
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Date: 2006-09-30 04:39 am (UTC)