pronker

This is the holiday and this is the fic.

Title: Gift of the Blarney

Author: pronker

Rated: T

Era: AU circa 15 BBY, except there was/will be no BY, read further to find out why!

Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in George Lucas' Star Wars, using its characters and settings as they were taken over by Disney. I do not own Star Wars and am neither George nor Walt. Just wait until my next life, though.

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Luc(retia) Skywalker-Kenobi, Donald Skywalker-Kenobi, OC

A/N: This is part four of the Mudverse slash saga. Any plot point questions cheerfully answered. The upshot is that Anakin and Obi-Wan and their five year-olds now live when post-Clone Wars financial concerns require the Jedi Temple to be partially self-supporting, because the heating and air conditioning bill is astronomical.
( This will take about 20 minutes ... )

Current Mood: content
Current Location: downstairs office
Current Music: quiet, blessed quiet

"Covalent Bonds" illo, LJ fic by ~pronker on deviantART

Drawing has kept me sane under some tough times lately; apologies for the spam.

Covalent Bonds

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: downstairs office
Current Music: pretty quiet here

Anakin drew in a breath and exhaled slowly, stuffing the crinkly packaging of his latest energizing container of almond-kwevvu krisp-munchies behind his pilot seat. Navigating with one hand, he fondled Obi-Wan's lightsaber on his belt absently as he brooded. The second moon, where would I go if I were a fugitive Sith Lord? He fixed the blanketing constellations of Dantooine in mind, he Jumped without a navicomp using Grievous' angle of hasty departure from Dantooine's surface, entered the second moon's atmosphere and knew. There. On the South Continent by a preformed lake. A pier, a small pad for spacecraft landings and a line of overwintering roses beside the pathway to the home. Suburbia on any planet. The war was all over but the shouting.

( Blastoff! )

Far below Plo Koon's starfighter, Dantooine looked as somnolent and pastoral as ever. Is this droid pilot brain part of a new series? It's turning to the left after doing that scissors maneuver perfectly and taking out one of ours. Good that I took out its partner. Plo saw that he was not going to be able to catch up to the droid ship. A Delta-7 with unusual paint pulled up beside him, pacing him effortlessly. "Fine, Anakin, we'll take it out together," he said to himself, humming a war chant in his usual monotone.

( One )

Anakin knew the endless waiting on dreary, polluted, crime-ridden Nar Shaddaa had gotten him down when he began to think about his shortcomings. Is it because of my Outer Rim accent that it has taken me six weeks to get this far to His Highness' presence? Obi-Wan never mentions it, but his speech patterns and mine are different.

"And just why should His Highness see you?" snapped a protocol droid, bloated with self-importance in its position as 8t88's majordomo. ( Two )

Regork found himself rubbing the base of his tail stub again, wondering if the bacta had started to regenerate his musk gland, or even if it could. Without his gland, he could not give off the soothing waves of pheromones that aided his patients to relax enough to unburden themselves. ( Three )

The morning sits outside afraid

Until my Master draws the shade;

Then it bursts in like a ball,

Splashing sun all up the wall.

And the evening is not night

Until he's tucked me in just right

And kissed me and turned out the light.

Oh, if my Master went away

Who would start the night and day?

IOIOIOIO
( Four )

"We've had the whiskerino contest. We've had the how-many-food-pellets-are-there-in-this-jar contest. What's next, Anakin?" Along with her fellow Corellian Legislative Youth Program teammates, Rall Omski had cabin fever from being cooped up all day in the protecting Ishkik caverns on Cularin. Anakin couldn't blame her for letting her spirits fly in the free nighttime air. He felt the same way.

( Five )

The sonic attack that Republic forces had used against the crystal army in Alliga's noxious swamps one fortnight ago had literally shaken Dooku. The Republic's attack had failed because Grievous' mechanical competence -- Dooku refused to think 'genius' -- had foreseen a sonic attack upon his crystal constructs and had formed his MagnaGuards into a walking, clanking mobile unit of counterinsurgency. Grievous molded his MagnaGuards into walking weapons, tremendous firepower as well as the new counter-sonics weapon that had effected humiliation on some of the clone troops. ( Six )

"There's another reason that I want to leave, Obi-Wan. I want to explore new territories, too. Not just drinking, but in myself."

"I do understand." I was young once.

"I need to grow." He's never had this happen to him. I'm his first Padawan. Anakin patted his Delta-7 as if it were a snorting, prancing, eager-to-race steed. "And I'll be helping the Order, the Republic."

"Anakin."

"What?"

"Go."

( Seven )

The Dark Side was here, in the Temple, Adi thought. Besides Dooku, something oozed its way into the very nexus of Jedi beacons of the Light, something sneaky and spying, perhaps in the Map Room, though the pull from the Force came strongest from the west hangar. I wasn't deluded. Sometimes paranoia is justified. Regork said so, though he didn't use the word 'paranoia.' He hissed 'ssusspicionss,' instead.

( Eight )

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Current Location: Home
Current Music: "Bad Moon Rising," 3 Dog Knight

"It's nice to be here today, Lu, even a bit boring. I could use 'boring' right now. When I go back to the front, there'll be enough excitement to pass around." Obi-Wan had not exercised yet this afternoon and did not desire to sit. He eyed the infirmary's equipment more closely than usual, especially the operating suite in a large room to the right of Luminara's desk, its ominous entrance a continuous purple sterifield flanked by bright transparisteel windows that stretched floor-to-ceiling. There was a table inside fit for Galactic Standard-sized patients and a Healer of Luminara's height.

( Eve )

From Dooku's estate's Docking Bay Two to the south hangar in the Temple two days later, all Six could think of was the crystal droids. Firing strategies, blanket bombing, mud traps to immobilize them, how could they be stopped?

( Wall-E )

It was teatime on Serenno, but tea was the last thing on Count Dooku's mind. A fully-revealed Sith advances, never retreats. Dooku charged the two Jedi who both confronted and affronted him. In my home! He Force-leaped to the desktop, a lightsaber arcing blood rays from each hand to lop off their offending heads.( Penelope Pussycat )

"Bant, you've known me longer than anyone." Obi-Wan and Anakin lolled on Bant's overstuffed sofa.

Bant curled her fingers around her mug of Hoi-Broth. Its steam hung heavy in the humid atmosphere of her quarters. "That has been my honor and my privilege."

Obi-Wan waved a hand in front of his face. He hadn't had a problem with allergies since his midichlorian count burgeoned, but then he hadn't been around Hoi-Broth since then.

( Pepe LePew )

I must admit, I'm curious if sex will feel different, now that I know what's happened to me. Let's try something like we did on Gelgelar.

( Miss Prissy )

In the primary infirmary, it was as he had visualized, Bant's supple webbed fingers clasping around his waist as far as her petite physique would let them, her smooth warm head against his shoulder. She held him for a very long time without speaking.

"Bant, it can't be two years," Obi-Wan said at last, pulling back to observe her.

( Daffy )

Ansion's eternal winds blew Count Dooku's cloak stiffly to the east, mirroring the grasses' waving seedheads.

( Chickenhawk )

IG series. New look to it, no carbon scoring on its armor, intact cloak. Obi-Wan lowered his macrobinoculars as Ecls' speeder shot away.( Foghorn )

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