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pronkerDear Diary, I want to kill something. In particular, two gnats that seem to have taken up residence with me. I can see Master Qui-Gon in my mind's eye, folding his arms inside his sleeves: "Padawan, they are emblems of the Living Force and we must observe them before we can judge, whether we ever judge at all." Master, I just want them out --- someone's coming.
Make that several someones.
Brash Youth is approaching, fairly bursting with good health. It laughs boisterously at its approach, the Force bulging into my room from the corridor, overpowering overtures to beat the band: Ahsoka Tano and her friend Barriss Offee.
Ahsoka and Barriss must have been under more alien suns than I recall, because Diary, when Ahsoka sheds her winter cloak in the warm confines of my invalid's room, her skin's umber tones seem richer and fuller, throbbing as much as Barriss's bewitching blend of feldgrau and emerald. I almost blink at the metaphorical brightness in the Force of these two. "Padawans," I manage.
"You sure seem to be taking it easy, Master Obi-Wan. I wish that I had nothing to do but loaf in bed all day." Ahsoka tosses her cloak onto my nightstand, knocking over the vase of flameflowers. "Ooops!"
"Ahsoka!" Barriss acts swiftly, gathering from the foot of my bed the robe that I plan on using today for a first attempt at shuffling around. She blots the water on the floor with my robe, not Ahsoka's, oh well. Ahsoka and Barriss whisk dizzyingly about, replacing the water for the poor flowers and putting the vase back in its spot.
"There, all fixed," Ahsoka chirps. The two girls make themselves right at home with my fruit basket, selecting one pallie apiece, biting into them with loud crunches.
"Do you mind if I fine tune my assignment?" Barriss asks, dabbing her lips as she finishes her snack. "Madame Nu said I could turn it in late." She begins tapping on her text padd, frowning, muttering to herself as she studies. I notice her eyeing my fruit basket again and smile nostalgically at adolescent appetites.
"Certainly not, Barriss, go ahead --- "
"How are you feeling, Master Obi-Wan? I don't care what Anakin says, you don't look at all peaked." So she dares to call him Anakin, hmmm, my presence is sorely needed as a leavening factor in the Grandmaster-Master-Padawan dynamic. I open my mouth to reply, but she chats on.
"Sure wish you coulda been along last night," she recalls, talking around her mouthful of mushy fruit. "Barriss and I went to the Solstice Cotillion on the Main Temple Concourse and we danced all kindsa dances, like the ones you tole me about and Anakin did maybe twenny turns with me and three with Barriss and then he disappears like he does and then I hadda gavotte with Master Yoda --- "
"Ewwwwww!"
"Oh, Barriss, it wasn't that bad, you had a turn with him yourself --- "
"No, Ahsoka! Just, just ... what are ... these?" Barriss holds out the fruit basket for my inspection, not daring to even touch the questioned contents.
Ahsoka waves her lightsaber hand over the basket. "Shoo! Barriss, it's just a gnat, don't be a squeegee --- " I haven't heard this slang before. Old, I am getting.
I peer inside the basket. "Those are dried swamp apples, what did you think they were?"
"Ears." Barriss and Ahsoka erupt as only teen Padawans can, high-pitched squeals that border on shrieks. This goes on and on until they hiccup. This evokes more giggles. Eventually, Barriss goes back to her text as she sits on the plastoid chair, tapping her feet as she concentrates.
Ahsoka gets even more comfortable. She slides the flowers, holozines and L'levalc's weighty padd off my nightstand onto the floor and perches there up high, propping her feet on the edge of my bed. "Yeah, sure wish you could've been with us. Sure, sure do." She has gotten ahold of my nail file and saws away at a rough edge. The noise resounds like a güiro in a jizz band in a night club with poor acoustics. She crosses her legs. "Um, say, Anakin has repaired your speeder and Barriss and I were going with the gang to the Glitannai Esplanade and then maybe later if there's time to the Manarai Mountains." Now the nail filing sounds like a raucous reco-reco and I wince. "Look, is it okay if I borrow the keys to your speeder? You probably won't be needing it for awhile."
Diary, why not? "Why not? Get them from Anakin."
She shoots me a look of pure gratitude. "Thanks!" There follows more gossip and furious nail-filing. I know her. She will treat the vehicle well. Also, these visits never last very long. "I'm afraid we gotta be going," she announces suddenly, and Barriss springs to her feet with alacrity.
The room is very quiet after they've gone. The air is fresher as if from a spring blossom festival, the floor is littered with my reading material, nail filings and small blobs of fruit, while water drips steadily from the newly overturned vase. I reach for the buzzer to call a healer, but someone has accidentally kicked its power converter out of the socket. I lean back wanly on my pillow and close my eyes.
Dear Diary, I am spent.
IOIOIOIOIO
Part Five here
TBC
Make that several someones.
Brash Youth is approaching, fairly bursting with good health. It laughs boisterously at its approach, the Force bulging into my room from the corridor, overpowering overtures to beat the band: Ahsoka Tano and her friend Barriss Offee.
Ahsoka and Barriss must have been under more alien suns than I recall, because Diary, when Ahsoka sheds her winter cloak in the warm confines of my invalid's room, her skin's umber tones seem richer and fuller, throbbing as much as Barriss's bewitching blend of feldgrau and emerald. I almost blink at the metaphorical brightness in the Force of these two. "Padawans," I manage.
"You sure seem to be taking it easy, Master Obi-Wan. I wish that I had nothing to do but loaf in bed all day." Ahsoka tosses her cloak onto my nightstand, knocking over the vase of flameflowers. "Ooops!"
"Ahsoka!" Barriss acts swiftly, gathering from the foot of my bed the robe that I plan on using today for a first attempt at shuffling around. She blots the water on the floor with my robe, not Ahsoka's, oh well. Ahsoka and Barriss whisk dizzyingly about, replacing the water for the poor flowers and putting the vase back in its spot.
"There, all fixed," Ahsoka chirps. The two girls make themselves right at home with my fruit basket, selecting one pallie apiece, biting into them with loud crunches.
"Do you mind if I fine tune my assignment?" Barriss asks, dabbing her lips as she finishes her snack. "Madame Nu said I could turn it in late." She begins tapping on her text padd, frowning, muttering to herself as she studies. I notice her eyeing my fruit basket again and smile nostalgically at adolescent appetites.
"Certainly not, Barriss, go ahead --- "
"How are you feeling, Master Obi-Wan? I don't care what Anakin says, you don't look at all peaked." So she dares to call him Anakin, hmmm, my presence is sorely needed as a leavening factor in the Grandmaster-Master-Padawan dynamic. I open my mouth to reply, but she chats on.
"Sure wish you coulda been along last night," she recalls, talking around her mouthful of mushy fruit. "Barriss and I went to the Solstice Cotillion on the Main Temple Concourse and we danced all kindsa dances, like the ones you tole me about and Anakin did maybe twenny turns with me and three with Barriss and then he disappears like he does and then I hadda gavotte with Master Yoda --- "
"Ewwwwww!"
"Oh, Barriss, it wasn't that bad, you had a turn with him yourself --- "
"No, Ahsoka! Just, just ... what are ... these?" Barriss holds out the fruit basket for my inspection, not daring to even touch the questioned contents.
Ahsoka waves her lightsaber hand over the basket. "Shoo! Barriss, it's just a gnat, don't be a squeegee --- " I haven't heard this slang before. Old, I am getting.
I peer inside the basket. "Those are dried swamp apples, what did you think they were?"
"Ears." Barriss and Ahsoka erupt as only teen Padawans can, high-pitched squeals that border on shrieks. This goes on and on until they hiccup. This evokes more giggles. Eventually, Barriss goes back to her text as she sits on the plastoid chair, tapping her feet as she concentrates.
Ahsoka gets even more comfortable. She slides the flowers, holozines and L'levalc's weighty padd off my nightstand onto the floor and perches there up high, propping her feet on the edge of my bed. "Yeah, sure wish you could've been with us. Sure, sure do." She has gotten ahold of my nail file and saws away at a rough edge. The noise resounds like a güiro in a jizz band in a night club with poor acoustics. She crosses her legs. "Um, say, Anakin has repaired your speeder and Barriss and I were going with the gang to the Glitannai Esplanade and then maybe later if there's time to the Manarai Mountains." Now the nail filing sounds like a raucous reco-reco and I wince. "Look, is it okay if I borrow the keys to your speeder? You probably won't be needing it for awhile."
Diary, why not? "Why not? Get them from Anakin."
She shoots me a look of pure gratitude. "Thanks!" There follows more gossip and furious nail-filing. I know her. She will treat the vehicle well. Also, these visits never last very long. "I'm afraid we gotta be going," she announces suddenly, and Barriss springs to her feet with alacrity.
The room is very quiet after they've gone. The air is fresher as if from a spring blossom festival, the floor is littered with my reading material, nail filings and small blobs of fruit, while water drips steadily from the newly overturned vase. I reach for the buzzer to call a healer, but someone has accidentally kicked its power converter out of the socket. I lean back wanly on my pillow and close my eyes.
Dear Diary, I am spent.
IOIOIOIOIO
Part Five here
TBC
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Date: 2014-11-05 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-05 03:51 pm (UTC)Happy nano'ing, pronker
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Date: 2014-11-06 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-11-11 04:38 am (UTC)I've decided I need to try to like Ahsoka more. After this season of Rebels I'll give Clone Wars another go and see if I like it better. I don't mind her in your fic, so far ;)
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Date: 2014-11-11 05:28 am (UTC)Oh, I'm glad to hear that Clone Wars might have a space in your 'queue.' I liked it a lot and you may find that the entire series, now that it's completed, hangs together as a pretty darn good 'prequel to ROTS.' At least, the animation may appeal to you - I'm having a bit of trouble with 'Rebels,' not the animation for it is well done, but the stormtroopers lousy aiming from ten feet away. Guess I'll just ignore it and focus on the storyline - I'm liking the Master-Padawan dynamic between Ezra and Kanan, for starters.
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Date: 2014-11-12 04:42 am (UTC)Haha, the stormtroopers do have rather lousy aim... but I consider that a Star Wars thing :) They don't have the best aim in ANH either!
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Date: 2014-11-12 07:39 am (UTC)I did have to smile at the director's usual way of portraying a firefight: when there is a general melee on Rebels, nobody gets hit, except maybe an anonymous stormtrooper, but when a bad guy is shown in closeup, actually, you know, aiming, then he hits his target. Not fatally, of course, since the good guys have to survive until next week's show, but at least the target isn't missed completely.
ANH, sigh .... a thrift store had an ancient VHS of it, with Han shooting first, that I bought and watched, despite the awful washout color reproduction of the film. Lucas did a good job with the remastering.
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Date: 2014-11-14 04:37 am (UTC)Oh yes all the stormtroopers in the world can get hit and die, though! Make the kiddies laugh when the bad guy bites it!
Ah, nostalgia, an old VHS copy! I have Empire, at least (maybe all 3 of them, somewhere, but I have ESB handy) taped off of regular TV from back in the day. With commercial breaks and everything. Now, why would I ever want to watch that crappy-looking, edited old copy, when I can watch enhanced dvds? But I won't get rid of that tape. And I just hope this old VCR is still able to play tapes....forever. Heh.
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Date: 2014-11-14 03:21 pm (UTC)Let's hope that yours and my VCR play forever, and don't snarl tapes.
re: Gnats pt 4
Date: 2014-12-23 09:45 am (UTC)Re: Gnats pt 4
Date: 2014-12-23 06:36 pm (UTC)Yes, teens glow brightly and are very sharp and hard. They take careful handling ...