master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
Title: Double Trouble
Prompt:

You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far. --Uncle Remus

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG
Warnings None, unless you have issues with balls of fur that have teeth and claws.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan suffers at the hands of his Master and yet another Pathetic Life-form. Again.
Author's Notes: This is intended as a companion piece to another prompt-rep I did, which can be found HERE. It is also a birthday-fic for my dear Kala.

...And no, they aren't Tribbles. Tribbles don't have sharp-pointies. These do.


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Obi-Wan Needs a New Master... )
master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
Obi-Wan's lightsabre thrummed as the azure blade crashed against Bant's veridian weapon. The air crackled with burnt ozone, as the two Padawans danced around each other, weapons weaving intricate patterns as they struck, parried and clashed.

On the side-lines Bant's Master, Kit Fisto, watched, his wide-eyed Nautolan's gaze taking in the fight. He offered no advice, simply letting the two students have at each other in a test of skill.

Obi-Wan drove Bant back with a particularily tricky piece of footwork, and the Mon Calamari girl nearly tripped. She launched herself at him with renewed vigour, her mouth curved in what passed for a smile for her species. Obi-Wan grinned back and took the brunt of her attack on his blade, the jarring blows reverberating up his arms.

He fought her back down and, just as he was manouvering for a the killing blow, Bant brought her blade up and slipped it under his guard, touching his neck. The searing kiss made him yelp and jump back, the blade of his saber disengaging.

With an admiring look, he gingerly touched the burn.

"Well done, my friend. You've come a long way."

"You bet I have, Obi-Wan," she said with a chuckle.

Kit Fisto greeted them as the two stepped on to the sidelines. "Well done, Padawan. And here I thought Padawan Kenobi was the tough one to beat."

Obi-Wan blushed. "I don't know about that, Master Fisto. I don't believe my skills have progressed to that level."

The Nautolan smiled. "So humble. A wonder, considering who your Master is."

Obi-Wan chuckled and clipped his 'sabre back onto his belt.
master_obiwan: (Miffed)
Title: Community Services
Prompt: 005. Cookies
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 663
Rating: G
Warnings Uhhh, inconsiderate Jedi Master, ahoy?
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan tries his hands at a bit of baking.
Author's Notes: Despite all the fic out there detailing Obi-Wan's culinary prowess and, indeed, all the jokes to the contrary, I maintain that the only thing Obi-Wan was ever really any good at without trying (besides berries and cream, Ana!) was choco-chip cookies. So, when this prompt came up, I thought it would be prudent to write about the origins of the Temple Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies.

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Community Day  )
master_obiwan: (Default)
Title: Between Friends
Prompt:

Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company.
--Author Unknown

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 752
Rating: PG
Warnings Spoilers for JA #14 through JA #16 and Secrets of The Jedi.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan is distressed by his Master's melancholy after Tahl's death and sets out to help.
Author's Notes: Jude Watson forgot to write this story. <-- Okay, so that's not entirely true, but I still think this scene should have been included somewhere...

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Tea Bridges Souls )
master_obiwan: (sorrow)
In his dreams he still feels the cooling of his skin as the beloved features twist in the throes of the dying. The voice he had treasured with every heartbeat still rasped, as the struggle to breathe became a war to survive. His heart continues to shatter into a million pieces as the one that had given him so much, had lived by his side for so long goes limp. He still feels the embrace as he holds the lifeless body close to him; still feels the tears as they cascade down his cheeks, bathing the silken hair of a Master.

In his dreams, he still sees the fire in her eyes as she rebukes him, says matter-of-factly that she's dying. He still feels the loss of all those years of enmity between them, even as the rightness of their renewed love has restored him to wholeness. His mind still tries to deny what she tells him, convinces himself that she can be saved, if only she can hold on. The warmth of her body next to his as he holds her still flows through him. He still recalls the tenderness of her voice as they gaze at each other for the last time. He still feels the anguish as her essence flows into the Force, as part of him dies with her.

In his dreams he still feels the heat of the world, can still hear the clash of lightsabres. He can still hear the roar of the rushing lava, and the taunts coming from a voice that is all together familiar yet not from the same mouth. His soul still screams as the universe he knew implodes around him in a cascade failure of morality. The other half of his being burns along with the one whom he had once called 'brother'. He can still see hope and light and goodness melt into the liquid darkness as it spreads and corrupts and asphyxiates. He still sees the anguish in the charred eyes as hatred spills over where sorrow and guilt used to live.

In the waking world, he sees the lines of heartache and the hollow gaze of one who is waiting for destiny to catch up. He feels the sorrows of a lifetime as a burden that sags his once noble stature. He lives in a galaxy he no longer recognizes as his own. He no longer remembers what love - whether it be that of a son to a father, that of lover to lover, or that of best friends and brothers - feels like. He no longer remembers the touch of another; a concerned caress, a tender embrace, a reassuring hand...their specters linger over him, but they grow fainter with each passing hour.

He knows only the shadow of desperate hope and the awareness that he will not live to see things put right.

This is his sacrifice for the people he had loved.

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master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
I'm going to live forever )
master_obiwan: (Seriously Pissed)
(I hate you all, with much love. ...you know who you are.)

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Akarus*/Bounty Hunter Khulir

The night of Qui-Gon Jinn’s funeral is one to remember in the mind of Obi-Wan Kenobi, for it is there that the seeds of doubt and the whispers of something greater and far beyond the Jedi worm themselves into his soul.

After everyone leaves the cooling ashes, whispers of how Obi-Wan used the Dark Side to vanquish the Sith that killed his Master and how the Jedi and the Sith really aren’t all that different, cause the young Kenobi to flee from the funeral pyre, only to leave him admitting to his touching the Dark and believing that he could be great, so long as he keeps up the pretence of being Jedi.

However, the bodiless voice that speaks of greatness by means of the Dark Side is vanquished until Anakin’s thirteenth birthday, when the youth unwittingly widens the fissure that the elder Jedi has been trying to hold shut for so many years. Escaping from the Temple, Obi-Wan encounters that voice within once more, and is finally convinced that not only do the Jedi have it wrong, but so do the Sith!

He vows to be the first to achieve what others have only dreamed of: total balance between both Dark and Light within the same being. Being wholly Jedi, yet wholly Sith at the same time. Embracing both principles and tenets to achieve an even greater understanding of a dynamic whole.

By means of a Sith holocron found on Telos, Obi-Wan begins his journey down the Dark Path, only to find it twisted and fraught with conflict, as the Jedi he is fights with the Sith that wants to emerge. While the Light side is still very strong within him, he gives in to the Dark to expedite the transition from Light to Grey, but find himself consumed by the Dark.

At the expense of his friendships and loyalties within the Jedi Order, most notably by the sacrifice of his friendship with Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan falls away from the institution he grew to know to stumble along this path that he has unwittingly placed himself upon.

In the meantime, Anakin is given over to a new Master and grows quite strong, becoming the Jedi that Obi-Wan Kenobi is in an alternate universe.

At 36 standard-years old, with Anakin having just turned 20, Obi-Wan confronts his one-time Padawan. They fight, but it is a draw, and Anakin – firmly rooted in the Light – denounces his old Master and promises to destroy the abomination that Obi-Wan has become should their paths cross once more.

Now, Obi-Wan lives in Darkness; a powerful Sith Lord who’s Light-side tendencies only surface when the Force wills it. While he is capable of being the destructive creature that is associated with all Sith – and generally he is! – he is also a vigilante and bounty hunter who works in secret and hides in shadow.



* )
master_obiwan: (Intense Thinking)
The Image

The fog is thick )
master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
Obi-Wan stares at the question on his screen: What is your favorite thing to do to relax?

He sighs wistfully. Relaxing is something that he hasn't been able to do in quite some time. He thinks of his favourite chair, worn from so many years of being used.

He remembers Qui-Gon sitting in it during some late night chats, just sitting and drinking tea while absently playing chess with him.

It was by no means anything profound. No, their profound talks always occurred in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

These times in Qui-Gon's room were light-hearted, where Master and Padawan could take off the Jedi countenance and simply be Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.

That chair was the only thing Obi-Wan had requested to keep after Qui-Gon's death; it is the closest thing he has to a personal possession. He likes to curls up in it with a favourite book, the lights dimmed low and a pot of tea by his elbow.

He even turns his comm off, but no one needs to know that... *g*

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master_obiwan: (Default)
There are many things in my past that I would love to go back and change. But seeing as how I'm only supposed to choose one, I believe I know which one I would love to go back and rectify.

Everyone knows that a Jedi draws strength from the Force. It allows us to continue on well past our natural reserves. It is an aspect of my training that I usually forget about, since I've rarely had any reason to draw so deeply from the Force. Many of the battles that I have fought have been decisive, but never classified as too neither long nor too short. They were always the length they needed to be in order to reach the outcome that was intended.

Once, however, I was in a battle that had drained me rapidly; it was the last time I had fought alongside my Master against Darth Maul. Even though I had the aid of Qui-Gon, I still got kicked around pretty badly.

The main reason Qui-Gon died that day was because I wasn't at his side while he fought. I had been knocked down several levels after Maul kicked me over the edge of the walkway. I hesitated just a little too long before leaping back up. By that time, they were too far away.

Well, too far away for someone who didn't have access to the Force. If I could relive that moment over, I wouldn't take so damned long before vaulting back up to where I was supposed to be, and second, I would remembered that I had deeper reserves of strength in the Force; I would have used Force-speed to catch up to Qui-Gon and Maul and maybe, just maybe, my Master would still be alive today.

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master_obiwan: (ili1)
[[Access Denied: Anakin Skywalker]]  )

[[Access Restored: Anakin Skywalker]]

So, is there a good reason for getting blinding drunk? Sometimes. Though I'm glad I'm over that particular reason.

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