master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
[This was originally two seperate stories, but I thought they worked nicely together for this prompt.]

We've Always Been Best Friends )


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Word Count: 1, 204
Muse: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels
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TM: Time

Mar. 16th, 2007 01:47 pm
master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
Auditions... )



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Word Count: 544
Muse: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels
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master_obiwan: (Jedi + Baby Twin)
Always Darkest Before the Dawn )


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Word Count: 397
Muse: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels
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master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
"Master, what are you waiting for? He's getting away!"

"Patience, Obi-Wan. The time is not right."

Sputter. "But we have him! We can still catch-"

"No."

"But..."

Frown. "Not every battle must end with us apprehending the criminal, my Padawan. It is enough that we know who he is. Our brief engagement has revealed how he thinks. We can now anticipate his next move and set a trap. There will be less bloodshed, and no innocent bystanders will be put in danger."

Deep frown. Cowed. ...Not really. "Yes, Master."

Quietly, "It has taken me a long time to know when to run and when to fight, Obi-Wan. It wasn't until I met you that the lesson of true patience, of picking and choosing your battles, finally sunk in."

Incredulous look.

Soft chuckle. "Yes, my Padawan. When your safety came before bringing Xanatos to justice, I finally understood."

Longing look in the direction of the criminal. Shy smile. "Well, I suppose going after him would lead us into a trap, as he's the one dictating the battleground..."

Hearty laugh. "See? You can be taught!"

Blush.


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Muse: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels
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master_obiwan: (Master + Apprentice)
It's all Obi-Wan's fault. He's jealous! He knows I'm already more powerful than he is. He's holding me back!
- Anakin Skywalker, AOTC

Significance is in the eye of the beholder... )

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master_obiwan: (Master + Apprentice)
The Uncertain Path )

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master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
"I will train him, then. I take Anakin as my Padawan learner."
"An apprentice, you have, Qui-Gon. Impossible, to take on another."


-- Qui-Gon Jinn, Master Yoda; TPM

We have a few words about this one... )


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TM: Hidden

Oct. 3rd, 2006 08:51 am
master_obiwan: (Jedi + Baby Twin)
It was funny how things worked out. Here was a boy who could very well be the saviour of them all, yet nothing could be done about it. He couldn't be trained, because the disturbance within the Force would draw the Empire like hawkbats to granite slugs. He couldn’t be told the truth of his past, because Force knew he'd end up having a temper like his father, and he'd end up doing something rash. He couldn't associate with anyone from the past because he might not believe that discretion is the better part of valour, and demand why they couldn't advertise the fact that opposition was available in the form of the Jedi.

No, he had to remain a secret until the last possible moment, just as Obi-Wan knew he had to keep his distance from the child. The aunt and uncle, the child's foster-parents, had been quite adamant about that. Or, rather, the uncle had been. The aunt had given the Jedi the impression that she wouldn't mind a bit of help with a Force-sensitive child. But what was done was done, and Obi-Wan, as Luke, would have to stay in the shadows until the time was right. Luke would seek him out, he knew, and only when the galaxy was ready for certain events to be put into motion.

In the mean time, Obi-Wan would be the silent guardian, hiding in the darkness and keeping the family safe from prying eyes, as the last and possibly the greatest of the Jedi was allowed to grow up.


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TM: Spirit

Aug. 13th, 2006 09:15 pm
master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
[OOC: Although the imagery I used near the end of this piece, as well as my gender-bending, suggests that this belongs in the same universe as my crack-tastic AU fic where Obi gets the Evil Make-over, it is actually one of those 'missing-scene' deals and is envisioned and written as a part of his GFFA canon. Please treat it as such. Thank you :) ]

Soul Searching )

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master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
"Qui-Gon's defiance I sense in you. Need that, you do not!" - Master Yoda, The Phantom Menace

In Death He Still Haunts Me )

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TM: If...

Jul. 6th, 2006 09:05 am
master_obiwan: (Idiot Anakin 2)
If... )


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master_obiwan: (I Messed Up)
ooc: While Obi and I were planning on using this time-period for the prompt, he and I wanted to be all emo-Jedi about it. Then we read this lovely piece and were inspired to write our own version. Thanks, love!


Snuggling )

TM: Mother

May. 16th, 2006 12:07 pm
master_obiwan: (Master + Apprentice)
[ooc: we suppose this could very well come after this. silly jedi with the remembering.]


Friend, Master...Mother. )


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My childhood ambition was to merely get through Temple Training alive in one piece at all....*

Let's try this again, shall we? )



*ooc: Yeah, that would be my lame-ass attempt at double-striking out. Carry on.

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master_obiwan: (Pada-Baby Looking Back)
He can smell the mingled scents of any number of familiar and alien foods emanating from the communal dining hall. He can hear the jovial banter between friends and colleagues as they shared the mealtime together. He can hear the soft padding of boots upon the carpeted hallways, the clack of boots on polished permacrete, as beings from all parts of the galaxy walk the corridors. The hushed and reverent tones that fill the Archives as students and teachers research politics, prepare for missions, and study for lessons are sighs that caress him.

The warmth and safety of this place, the Jedi Temple, runs in his veins and permeates his soul.

It lives inside his heart, the structure he knows so well from birth; it is a living extension of him and his life. It is his home, where dreams are realized and challenges undertaken. There is always a friendly face and a kind word waiting from those within; there is always guidance from Master Yoda and Master Windu. There is the Jedi Council; a tad blinded by their well-intentioned actions, yet nevertheless a strong leadership to hold the Order together.

There are training halls and Meditation Gardens. There is the Room of a Thousand Fountains, which holds so many memories of beloved conversations and realized fears. There is the lake to swim in. There is the crèche where he and Bant met, and there are the classrooms that he shared with friends. There is his room, with his books and model ships floating on repulsorlifts. There is a place for his lightsabre.

There is a place for hopes and tears, there is communion and harmony and shared purpose.

Most of all, there is the Force.

It binds them together; it leads them as one.

And it shows him the home from his dreams - the home of his heart and soul - in the drifting sands and blinding light of the twin suns as surely as if he is still living there to this day.

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master_obiwan: (A Jedi and His Pet)
Watching his only means of escape from the planet streak through the sky and into space, Obi-Wan wrapped his robes around himself and sighed.

He would need a way to get up to Grievous' army, and walking was not an option. The rumble of an animal's cry drew his attention towards the inner-sanctum of an Utapaun arena filled with dragonmounts. It seems the answer to the transportation question had been answered. The only hard part now, was choosing one. Or, rather, being chosen, as it usually worked that way with intelligent animals.

Obi-Wan strolled through the arena, gazing at each dragonmount, allowing each to sniff at him and size him up. He passed one, two, three, four...he was running out of options; if one didn't pick him soon, he was going to miss the Droid General all together, and what good would that be? Anakin would have a field day!

He tried not to let his impatience show. It might affect his chances at being chosen.

Yes, it was indeed one of those days, where nothing was going to be easy or simple. He still had no idea how he was going to take out Grievous and he was beginning to think that the Council was daft, sending him in to do this. How did one kill a Jedi-killer droid with a hard-on for collecting lightsabres? And if the rumours were to be believed, this Grievous was something of a marvel to watch...

Obi-Wan's ruminations were halted as he was nearly knocked over by a large snout. The dragonmount yipped it's cry and the Jedi regained his footing. The two regarded the other for a moment before Obi-Wan smiled. He reached out and put a hand on its snout, giving it an affectionate pat. A passing Utai paused to grin at the pair, and toddled up to Obi-Wan.

The Utai tugged on Obi-Wan's sleeve and pointed at the dragonmount. "Boga," he said, and then wandered off.

Obi-Wan blinked. He looked back at his new friend. "Boga, eh? Well, I suppose it's as good a name as any, eh, girl?"

Boga nuzzled Obi-Wan tenderly. She growled softly and then nudged the Master.

"Yes, I suppose we really ought to get on, shouldn't we? War waits for no man - and no dragonmount - after all."

And with that, he hopped into the saddle, gave Boga another fond pat on the neck and then spurred her forward.

Grievous was waiting...

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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: (Kitten!Obi -- Sleeping)
Everyone believes knows that I, Obi-Wan Kenobi, get up before dawn to head down to the arena to lead the morning meditations and exercises.

All Jedi have their own routines in the morning, and privacy is respected throughout the temple, but some of us enjoy being together in those first moments of the day, when everything is fresh and crisp. Some of the nocturnal Jedi join us as well, as these activities are a part of their before-bed routines.

It's enjoyable and a fantastic start to a new day.


Access Denied: Everyone that knows Obi-Wan )

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