Otherways: Obi-Wan Unleashed
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master_obiwan[um. backdated to right after this. yes we are slow in getting things written.]
Seeing Dooku again hadn't helped matters. It was bad enough that the Jedi had been allowed out to play, unchecked, for as long as he had. Sure, it had been necessary at the time, but the part of him that was Darth Braeden despised it. He hated to be locked up like that. Hated. And the fact that Bar's rules didn't allow him to do what was necessary to be fully integrated with his Jedi counterpart was really grating on his nerves. This Force-be-damned place kept thwarting him at every turn. If only he could gain that amnesty from the Jedi he could uphold his end of the bargain and rest easy as the unified presence he had become. No Galactic Domination.
But until that happened, he was quite intent on trying to wrangle the galaxy away from the erroneous views of both Jedi and Sith. Which meant that he needed to find balance again before he did something he would regret. Like killing someone. He didn't want to test Bar's wrath. Luckily, he had found a minor loophole when he discovered a small clearing outside during one of the many playtimes the Jedi had had with Luke. So long as he was away from Bar's interior and no one got hurt, he could do as he pleased. No witnesses meant it didn't happen, after all.
Which is where he was headed when he ran into Dooku. This just made him worse, and he was almost desperate to get to his little sanctuary so he could engage in some violent exercise. Even if it would have been much nicer if Bar had let him leave so he could inflict some bodily harm on something living...
Braeden stopped dead in his tracks as he rounded the corner into his clearing. There, kneeling in meditation, was that Skywalker kid. No, no. Not the short blond one. The other one. The girl. The one whom he sensed when she ran into the Jedi. He felt his teeth clench and his lips curl into a snarl of rage.
Her eyes opened slowly, fire blazing behind them. It's obvious that he has interrupted her and she's Not Amused by this. Add to that the fact that she has an intense desire to hurt his double in the universe she calls home, and one could see the makings of a Very Bad Situation.
"Kenobi," she spat.
His eyes narrowed at the use of that name and he glared at her. "Darth Braeden, actually. You and I have yet to meet," he said with a growl.
This confuses her, he sees, and he suffered the injustice of being probed by her Force-touch only long enough for her to see that Kenobi had kindly vacated the premises. Then he slammed down his shielding and tossed her out of his being. Violently. She reeled back as if she had been struck physically, putting a hand to her temple. Her fingers traced down her face until they found a bit of sticky wetness under her nose.
"Bastard," she hissed. "How. Dare. You!" She jumped to her feet and suddenly her lightsabre sprang to life. She launched herself at him, and his raised blade met hers in a deafening crackle of sparks and charred ozone. He pushed her back easily, and she stumbled. She couldn't believe that this was the same Obi-Wan that had trained her brother! Okay, so he was considerably younger than the one she knew, but still...
The fact that he repelled her so easily made her angrier and she charged again. They danced around the clearing as the blinding whirl of Leia's double-bladed sabre and Obi-Wan's single wove a tapestry of light amid the darkness that grew and pulsed around them. Braeden was completely lost in his rage, taking out on this young girl what he wanted to take out on so many. What he needed to take out on so many. He found the outlet he needed to purge the Dark Side through this poor girl and she took it well. A foggy part of his mind wondered as to why that was and questioned what training she had had, but it was quickly silenced by the urgency of his roiling emotions. He took from her, took without asking, without considering how it would affect her.
Tears streamed down Leia's face as she felt him rip through her, tearing at her mind, body and soul. This was true darkness and it scared her. Scared her more than Vader scared her. Hell, it even scared her more than Palpatine did. The old, deformed man was a fool if he thought he had power. This was power, and it was glorious in its corrosion of the spirit. She loved it even as she despised it; felt love and admiration for this monster that had taken hold of her, yet loathed him with the same intensity.
It was a nasty sort of rape, and she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But Leia accepted it, as she had been taught to accept such things. She would learn from it, and then use the knowledge she gained to fight back. And as she did so, with each parry and thrust of their weapons, she began to bend the deeds back upon the one inflicting them. At first, it didn't register to Braeden what was happening, but the more he tried to use her as a conduit, the more it began to hurt him. It dawned on him, then, that she had figured out how to loop it back around and send his corrosive touch into his own spirit. He was vaguely aware of his amused cackling as he allowed this little slip of a girl do to him what he did to her.
Soon, their mental sparring began to mimic their physical fight; the clash and thrust of the lightsabres along with the clash and thrust of the Force as they tore the other's mind to pieces were oddly like the dance of two lovers between the sheets. And like all dances, a climax had to be hit, as it was with the two combatants. As the Dark energy finally spent itself, both weapons blinked out as Obi-Wan and Leia crashed to their knees, the latter falling into the former's arms as she cried tears of pain and hatred. He held her, smoothing her hair, murmuring nonsense to her in a bid to sooth her. He held her close, and when the Force has calmed enough for him to access the entire spectrum, he began to trace healing over the ravaged parts of her.
Soon, she was merely a hiccupping mess, clinging to the Master as if he would disappear if he let go of her. And then, finally, she was silent. Fatigue had caught up with her and she had fallen into a deep sleep. Obi-Wan felt his head spin as his own battered body finally began to lose its battle with consciousness. He let himself lay down, carefully cradling the girls in his arms and let oblivion take him so the world could reset.
He know they'd both feel better after a good, long sleep and this whole encounter would seem like a very, very bad dream.
He should know, after all.
Seeing Dooku again hadn't helped matters. It was bad enough that the Jedi had been allowed out to play, unchecked, for as long as he had. Sure, it had been necessary at the time, but the part of him that was Darth Braeden despised it. He hated to be locked up like that. Hated. And the fact that Bar's rules didn't allow him to do what was necessary to be fully integrated with his Jedi counterpart was really grating on his nerves. This Force-be-damned place kept thwarting him at every turn. If only he could gain that amnesty from the Jedi he could uphold his end of the bargain and rest easy as the unified presence he had become. No Galactic Domination.
But until that happened, he was quite intent on trying to wrangle the galaxy away from the erroneous views of both Jedi and Sith. Which meant that he needed to find balance again before he did something he would regret. Like killing someone. He didn't want to test Bar's wrath. Luckily, he had found a minor loophole when he discovered a small clearing outside during one of the many playtimes the Jedi had had with Luke. So long as he was away from Bar's interior and no one got hurt, he could do as he pleased. No witnesses meant it didn't happen, after all.
Which is where he was headed when he ran into Dooku. This just made him worse, and he was almost desperate to get to his little sanctuary so he could engage in some violent exercise. Even if it would have been much nicer if Bar had let him leave so he could inflict some bodily harm on something living...
Braeden stopped dead in his tracks as he rounded the corner into his clearing. There, kneeling in meditation, was that Skywalker kid. No, no. Not the short blond one. The other one. The girl. The one whom he sensed when she ran into the Jedi. He felt his teeth clench and his lips curl into a snarl of rage.
Her eyes opened slowly, fire blazing behind them. It's obvious that he has interrupted her and she's Not Amused by this. Add to that the fact that she has an intense desire to hurt his double in the universe she calls home, and one could see the makings of a Very Bad Situation.
"Kenobi," she spat.
His eyes narrowed at the use of that name and he glared at her. "Darth Braeden, actually. You and I have yet to meet," he said with a growl.
This confuses her, he sees, and he suffered the injustice of being probed by her Force-touch only long enough for her to see that Kenobi had kindly vacated the premises. Then he slammed down his shielding and tossed her out of his being. Violently. She reeled back as if she had been struck physically, putting a hand to her temple. Her fingers traced down her face until they found a bit of sticky wetness under her nose.
"Bastard," she hissed. "How. Dare. You!" She jumped to her feet and suddenly her lightsabre sprang to life. She launched herself at him, and his raised blade met hers in a deafening crackle of sparks and charred ozone. He pushed her back easily, and she stumbled. She couldn't believe that this was the same Obi-Wan that had trained her brother! Okay, so he was considerably younger than the one she knew, but still...
The fact that he repelled her so easily made her angrier and she charged again. They danced around the clearing as the blinding whirl of Leia's double-bladed sabre and Obi-Wan's single wove a tapestry of light amid the darkness that grew and pulsed around them. Braeden was completely lost in his rage, taking out on this young girl what he wanted to take out on so many. What he needed to take out on so many. He found the outlet he needed to purge the Dark Side through this poor girl and she took it well. A foggy part of his mind wondered as to why that was and questioned what training she had had, but it was quickly silenced by the urgency of his roiling emotions. He took from her, took without asking, without considering how it would affect her.
Tears streamed down Leia's face as she felt him rip through her, tearing at her mind, body and soul. This was true darkness and it scared her. Scared her more than Vader scared her. Hell, it even scared her more than Palpatine did. The old, deformed man was a fool if he thought he had power. This was power, and it was glorious in its corrosion of the spirit. She loved it even as she despised it; felt love and admiration for this monster that had taken hold of her, yet loathed him with the same intensity.
It was a nasty sort of rape, and she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But Leia accepted it, as she had been taught to accept such things. She would learn from it, and then use the knowledge she gained to fight back. And as she did so, with each parry and thrust of their weapons, she began to bend the deeds back upon the one inflicting them. At first, it didn't register to Braeden what was happening, but the more he tried to use her as a conduit, the more it began to hurt him. It dawned on him, then, that she had figured out how to loop it back around and send his corrosive touch into his own spirit. He was vaguely aware of his amused cackling as he allowed this little slip of a girl do to him what he did to her.
Soon, their mental sparring began to mimic their physical fight; the clash and thrust of the lightsabres along with the clash and thrust of the Force as they tore the other's mind to pieces were oddly like the dance of two lovers between the sheets. And like all dances, a climax had to be hit, as it was with the two combatants. As the Dark energy finally spent itself, both weapons blinked out as Obi-Wan and Leia crashed to their knees, the latter falling into the former's arms as she cried tears of pain and hatred. He held her, smoothing her hair, murmuring nonsense to her in a bid to sooth her. He held her close, and when the Force has calmed enough for him to access the entire spectrum, he began to trace healing over the ravaged parts of her.
Soon, she was merely a hiccupping mess, clinging to the Master as if he would disappear if he let go of her. And then, finally, she was silent. Fatigue had caught up with her and she had fallen into a deep sleep. Obi-Wan felt his head spin as his own battered body finally began to lose its battle with consciousness. He let himself lay down, carefully cradling the girls in his arms and let oblivion take him so the world could reset.
He know they'd both feel better after a good, long sleep and this whole encounter would seem like a very, very bad dream.
He should know, after all.
