AL: Lesson (Apr-08)
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master_obiwanTitle: Lessons
Prompt: Picture Prompt: Lightning
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi (+ Someone else's OFC)
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 559
Rating: G
Warnings None.
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 has an opportunity to teach a lesson.
Author's Notes: Hey, look. I'm on time for once! The 'Wan and I had a few arguments over this prompt and after many avenues were pondered and discarded, he decided he wanted to work with her again. This spawned more arguments until Steve Jablonsky intervened and we came up with this piece. iLove my playlists.
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The discharge from the static electricity made the hairs on the back of his head prickle, and he glanced at his companion as he gave her hand a squeeze. She looked up at him and smiled, returning the squeeze before letting her eyes track to the darkened field before them. Obi-Wan and Taska had been standing like this for almost a Galactic Standard hour, both fixed upon the planet's striking display of charged particles. They had watched in wonder as the storm began from a single cloud, soon after they had touched down. Sensing an opportunity for a very rare learning experience, Obi-Wan had led Taska to the spot where they now stood on the peak of a rocky bluff. The elder Jedi had reassured his companion that being above the tree-line would not place them in any danger.
"But not even the Force can predict a lightning strike, Master Kenobi," she had said, eyes aglow with amusement.
Obi-Wan had merely grinned and pointed to that single cloud, which was quickly gathering its brethren from the farthest reaches of the atmosphere. Both Jedi could feel the storm brewing, both physically and through the mystical field from which they drew their power and understanding of the universe.
Their patience was rewarded now, as the fully formed lightning storm let loose with another strike, the impact point of which was in the far distance, sending up sparks along the top of the trees that were nearly level with the rocks upon which they stood.
Obi-Wan, moved behind Taska silently, transferring her hand from one to the other. With his now-free hand, he reached up and covered her eyes, blotting out the stunning visuals. She leaned into him and he held her gently, his own eyes closing as he let the heat of her body warm him. He met her in the Force as the landscape exploded into colour behind his eyelids. The bluffs they stood upon descending into the forest below, their ship off in the distance behind them were all illuminated in scintillating aura that was invisible to those without the means to sense it; the roiling clouds in the sky were a dark mass, yet not so dark as they had been with mere sight.
And as they watched, the tiniest ripple of energy ran through the gaseous formations before erupting from the clouds in a fiery explosion; the electrical charge dissipated into a dozen dangerous tines, raking the landscape with its destructive caress. Taska gasped, and Obi-Wan knew it was because of the incongruous beauty found in such destruction.
They watched as more ripples swam and escaped from the confines of the sky, and Taska's earlier declaration of not being able to predict lightning strikes was amended, as Obi-Wan had intended: one could never truly predict where the next strike would land, but one could predict when the next bolt would flare into existence. It took a lot of concentration, and much understanding of the environment in which you stood, but it could be done, and with that knowledge, risk assessment and acting upon unfolding events would ensure that the will of the Force would prevail.
He hoped that the lesson had been taught and understood this particular time, and that the fact that his own learning of this point had come too late would be atoned for.
Prompt: Picture Prompt: Lightning
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi (+ Someone else's OFC)
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 559
Rating: G
Warnings None.
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 has an opportunity to teach a lesson.
Author's Notes: Hey, look. I'm on time for once! The 'Wan and I had a few arguments over this prompt and after many avenues were pondered and discarded, he decided he wanted to work with her again. This spawned more arguments until Steve Jablonsky intervened and we came up with this piece. iLove my playlists.
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The discharge from the static electricity made the hairs on the back of his head prickle, and he glanced at his companion as he gave her hand a squeeze. She looked up at him and smiled, returning the squeeze before letting her eyes track to the darkened field before them. Obi-Wan and Taska had been standing like this for almost a Galactic Standard hour, both fixed upon the planet's striking display of charged particles. They had watched in wonder as the storm began from a single cloud, soon after they had touched down. Sensing an opportunity for a very rare learning experience, Obi-Wan had led Taska to the spot where they now stood on the peak of a rocky bluff. The elder Jedi had reassured his companion that being above the tree-line would not place them in any danger.
"But not even the Force can predict a lightning strike, Master Kenobi," she had said, eyes aglow with amusement.
Obi-Wan had merely grinned and pointed to that single cloud, which was quickly gathering its brethren from the farthest reaches of the atmosphere. Both Jedi could feel the storm brewing, both physically and through the mystical field from which they drew their power and understanding of the universe.
Their patience was rewarded now, as the fully formed lightning storm let loose with another strike, the impact point of which was in the far distance, sending up sparks along the top of the trees that were nearly level with the rocks upon which they stood.
Obi-Wan, moved behind Taska silently, transferring her hand from one to the other. With his now-free hand, he reached up and covered her eyes, blotting out the stunning visuals. She leaned into him and he held her gently, his own eyes closing as he let the heat of her body warm him. He met her in the Force as the landscape exploded into colour behind his eyelids. The bluffs they stood upon descending into the forest below, their ship off in the distance behind them were all illuminated in scintillating aura that was invisible to those without the means to sense it; the roiling clouds in the sky were a dark mass, yet not so dark as they had been with mere sight.
And as they watched, the tiniest ripple of energy ran through the gaseous formations before erupting from the clouds in a fiery explosion; the electrical charge dissipated into a dozen dangerous tines, raking the landscape with its destructive caress. Taska gasped, and Obi-Wan knew it was because of the incongruous beauty found in such destruction.
They watched as more ripples swam and escaped from the confines of the sky, and Taska's earlier declaration of not being able to predict lightning strikes was amended, as Obi-Wan had intended: one could never truly predict where the next strike would land, but one could predict when the next bolt would flare into existence. It took a lot of concentration, and much understanding of the environment in which you stood, but it could be done, and with that knowledge, risk assessment and acting upon unfolding events would ensure that the will of the Force would prevail.
He hoped that the lesson had been taught and understood this particular time, and that the fact that his own learning of this point had come too late would be atoned for.
