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FIC: The First (Star Wars, PG)
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shoiryu's birthday, and for once within my deadlines ;) 333 words on Anakin and a white dragon.
THE FIRST
Time: 32 years before the Battle of Yavin
Place: Tatooine
Feel: heat, fading.
The desert gives it away as fast as it takes it, and that is why with a few exceptions of so-called intelligent life, walking the desert is done from sunsfall to sunsrise.
The chittering, fast-moving creatures with their screaming metal and their tools and their pain-sticks hide in their homes from the darkness, and that is another thing that She Who Roars likes about the night.
Her claws spread over the sand. She carries her head and her tail high as she descends the slope of a dune. She smells metal and smoke: the chittering ones were at it again. They left one screaming machine on the bottom of the slope, and in a spasm of anger She Who Roars swipes at it with her tail. The fragments bury themselves in the sand.
There is a chittering creature lying next to where the screaming metal was. A not-a-Tusken, she realises, small and sweet-smelling, and-
Alive. He struggles weakly to his knees, and she waits for him to scream. She thinks she won't chase him if he runs. The smell is sweet.
Then it changes. Her head, her mind, her thoughts. There is curiosity and amazement, joy, tension, uncertainty. Sadness, as the not-a-Tusken's yellow-haired head turns towards the ruined machine, and back to wonder as a small hand stretches to touch She Who Roars. Like a nestling's tongue smelling her snout, she thinks, and she wonders if the little one has a den-keeper waiting for him.
Awed and bewildered, she bends her head towards the sand.
* * *
"Has he ever been injured?"
"Not as much as other children his age," Shmi says. "Though I'm worried that he hit his head when he crashed his pod in the last race. He told me he saw a white krayt dragon bow to him."
Master Jinn does not smile. "What's so strange about that?"
"There are no white krayt dragons."
shoiryu's birthday, and for once within my deadlines ;) 333 words on Anakin and a white dragon.THE FIRST
Time: 32 years before the Battle of Yavin
Place: Tatooine
Feel: heat, fading.
The desert gives it away as fast as it takes it, and that is why with a few exceptions of so-called intelligent life, walking the desert is done from sunsfall to sunsrise.
The chittering, fast-moving creatures with their screaming metal and their tools and their pain-sticks hide in their homes from the darkness, and that is another thing that She Who Roars likes about the night.
Her claws spread over the sand. She carries her head and her tail high as she descends the slope of a dune. She smells metal and smoke: the chittering ones were at it again. They left one screaming machine on the bottom of the slope, and in a spasm of anger She Who Roars swipes at it with her tail. The fragments bury themselves in the sand.
There is a chittering creature lying next to where the screaming metal was. A not-a-Tusken, she realises, small and sweet-smelling, and-
Alive. He struggles weakly to his knees, and she waits for him to scream. She thinks she won't chase him if he runs. The smell is sweet.
Then it changes. Her head, her mind, her thoughts. There is curiosity and amazement, joy, tension, uncertainty. Sadness, as the not-a-Tusken's yellow-haired head turns towards the ruined machine, and back to wonder as a small hand stretches to touch She Who Roars. Like a nestling's tongue smelling her snout, she thinks, and she wonders if the little one has a den-keeper waiting for him.
Awed and bewildered, she bends her head towards the sand.
* * *
"Has he ever been injured?"
"Not as much as other children his age," Shmi says. "Though I'm worried that he hit his head when he crashed his pod in the last race. He told me he saw a white krayt dragon bow to him."
Master Jinn does not smile. "What's so strange about that?"
"There are no white krayt dragons."
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I love kiddie!Anakin, really. He's much more than the 'yippeee' bits. I need to write more of him, I think ;)
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As for me, I'm a big fan of kiddie!Luke :) And middle-aged!exile!hermit!Obi-Wan :D
(And I really need more star wars icons)
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Kiddie!Jinn is occupying me lately, as soon as I get assorted Coldfire people out of the way. Am tempted to just give everyone heart attacks and be done with it...
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Also, I'm starting to wonder when Luke became one of my favourites.
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Also, I'm starting to wonder when Luke became one of my favourites.
I think it might be because your Luke is kickass and eval and lightside at once <3
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*pets ickle Luke* He's the way Jedi should be ;) Trixy people, they are. Just look at Obi-Wan :D
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Qui-Gon: *facepalm*
Dooku: *SIGH*
:D
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Also, btw, I think I have a spare copy of Shadows of the Empire kicking around. Want it? :)
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And I must agree, Jedi can be trixy indeed. Are your storied linked from your LJ? I'm always up for good SW of any sort.
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As for Star Wars fic, I have a few pieces on ff.net:
Deeper than Blood - my in-progress series of the relationships of Owen, Beru and little Luke. I got to wondering about why Owen is the way he is and this is the result.
Pride of the Father - Obi-Wan watches over the young Luke Skywalker on Tatooine.
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Is the lady dragon naturally telepathic, or is Anakin broadcasting without thinking? I could see the dragon being naturally Force-sensitive.
Tell the mental image of Anakin of Pern to go away. Hee-hee! :D He has a name that doesn't hyphenate well - An'kin?
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I have a sequel to the unicorn story stuck in my brain - Tanoki is not a creature to simply give up on someone because they claim to be a Sith Lord. Kerynn would like Qui-Gon Jinn in that they much prefer the balance of the Force and not plunging off into total light or dark.