AL: Parallel Parking (Jun-09)
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master_obiwanTitle: Parallel Parking
Prompt: 004.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – 'WOW – What a Ride!'" -- Anonymous
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count:
Rating: PG
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: Anakin takes his Master for a ride. ...Not like that, you pervs ;)
Author's Notes: For all my cooing over the bunny photo and an intense desire to give Obi-Wan's creche-lings a pet bunny, reading this quote for a third time snapped a picture of Anakin doing something dumb that involved speed, and Obi-Wan's look of horror at being dragged into it. Not quite what I had originally envisioned, but still keeping in the spirit of the thing :D
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The landscape raced past the viewports in a myopic blur, the colours, textures and lines of the idyllic countryside being replaced by a planet-side version of a hyperspace corridor. The wind was probably tearing at the craft, its fingers made icy by the speed in which the landspeeder cut through it; the enclosed cockpit didn't allow for first-hand experience of this, however, and Obi-Wan was grateful for small miracles. He could imagine, though. Oh sweet Force, he could imagine. His fingers were starting to ache with the amount of pressure that was being exerted in his gripping of the hand-rests and, despite the inertial compensators being at near-neutral, the Jedi couldn't help but feel his body pressing back into the co-pilot's chair. It was mostly a residual sensation caused by the knowledge of how fast they were going coupled with the knowledge of what that type of G-Force did to a being. Obi-Wan wanted to unclench his jaw so he could tell the pilot, his fifteen-year-old Padawan, Anakin Skywalker, to slow the hell down, but he didn't. He had promised the boy that he wouldn't criticise the youth's driving on this mission and Obi-Wan intended to keep that promise.
In the back of his head, Obi-Wan could practically hear Qui-Gon's laughter and gentle voice reminding the Knight about his own childhood, and how he had been the same reckless youth at times. He suspected that his old Master would have been laughing until he was misty-eyed if he had still been alive to hear the tale once Obi-Wan and Anakin returned to the Temple. The thought did nothing to alleviate Obi-Wan's sense of dire peril, though, and he commanded his eyes to remain open, lest they shut and give his Padawan even more fodder for teasing later. He was certain Anakin could feel his discomfort through the Force, and he suspected it was this innate knowledge that drove to young man to kick the craft into a higher gear and notch the speed up a few more klicks.
The ribbon of colour continued to fly by until, at a very precise moment, Anakin kicked the craft into side-skin and applied every ounce of break on their forward thrust. The scenery snapped into cohesive objects with the abrupt severity of a realspace conversion, and Obi-Wan had to wonder if his hyperspace analogy of the trip had been more apt than he even thought. If anyone in the galaxy would discover how to open a corridor through subspace while on-planet simply by taking advantage of no speed restrictions, it would be Anakin.
With a jolt, the landspeeder halted, parked perfectly parallel between to others, and Obi-Wan's body almost sagged from the sudden adrenaline crash in his system. He blinked several times in an effort to convince his mind and body that, yes, they had indeed stopped moving and took a deep, steadying breath.
"Told you I could do it," Anakin said, beaming a brilliant smile at Obi-Wan.
"I never doubted you."
"Yes you did."
Obi-Wan smiled wryly. "No, I didn't. You simply chose to interpret my misgivings as doubt in your ability."
Anakin regarded Obi-Wan critically for a long moment and then pronounced, "You enjoyed that."
"No, no I most certainly did not," Obi-Wan said matter-of-factly.
"Yes, you did." Anakin seemed triumphant now. "For all of your white-knuckled gripping and teeth-gritting fear for your life, you enjoyed that."
Obi-Wan raised a brow as he reached over and popped the canopy. "Did I now?" he replied cryptically, undoing the chair straps and climbing confidently out of the landspeeder. He left Anakin with his jaw hanging open as he watched his Master walk off, completely unshaken by the ride. Obi-Wan smiled inwardly. A part of him did enjoy the thrill, but he knew from experience that recklessness for recklessness' sake was folly. One of these days, he'd get that drilled into Anakin's head.
Or so he hoped...
Prompt: 004.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – 'WOW – What a Ride!'" -- Anonymous
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count:
Rating: PG
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: Anakin takes his Master for a ride. ...Not like that, you pervs ;)
Author's Notes: For all my cooing over the bunny photo and an intense desire to give Obi-Wan's creche-lings a pet bunny, reading this quote for a third time snapped a picture of Anakin doing something dumb that involved speed, and Obi-Wan's look of horror at being dragged into it. Not quite what I had originally envisioned, but still keeping in the spirit of the thing :D
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The landscape raced past the viewports in a myopic blur, the colours, textures and lines of the idyllic countryside being replaced by a planet-side version of a hyperspace corridor. The wind was probably tearing at the craft, its fingers made icy by the speed in which the landspeeder cut through it; the enclosed cockpit didn't allow for first-hand experience of this, however, and Obi-Wan was grateful for small miracles. He could imagine, though. Oh sweet Force, he could imagine. His fingers were starting to ache with the amount of pressure that was being exerted in his gripping of the hand-rests and, despite the inertial compensators being at near-neutral, the Jedi couldn't help but feel his body pressing back into the co-pilot's chair. It was mostly a residual sensation caused by the knowledge of how fast they were going coupled with the knowledge of what that type of G-Force did to a being. Obi-Wan wanted to unclench his jaw so he could tell the pilot, his fifteen-year-old Padawan, Anakin Skywalker, to slow the hell down, but he didn't. He had promised the boy that he wouldn't criticise the youth's driving on this mission and Obi-Wan intended to keep that promise.
In the back of his head, Obi-Wan could practically hear Qui-Gon's laughter and gentle voice reminding the Knight about his own childhood, and how he had been the same reckless youth at times. He suspected that his old Master would have been laughing until he was misty-eyed if he had still been alive to hear the tale once Obi-Wan and Anakin returned to the Temple. The thought did nothing to alleviate Obi-Wan's sense of dire peril, though, and he commanded his eyes to remain open, lest they shut and give his Padawan even more fodder for teasing later. He was certain Anakin could feel his discomfort through the Force, and he suspected it was this innate knowledge that drove to young man to kick the craft into a higher gear and notch the speed up a few more klicks.
The ribbon of colour continued to fly by until, at a very precise moment, Anakin kicked the craft into side-skin and applied every ounce of break on their forward thrust. The scenery snapped into cohesive objects with the abrupt severity of a realspace conversion, and Obi-Wan had to wonder if his hyperspace analogy of the trip had been more apt than he even thought. If anyone in the galaxy would discover how to open a corridor through subspace while on-planet simply by taking advantage of no speed restrictions, it would be Anakin.
With a jolt, the landspeeder halted, parked perfectly parallel between to others, and Obi-Wan's body almost sagged from the sudden adrenaline crash in his system. He blinked several times in an effort to convince his mind and body that, yes, they had indeed stopped moving and took a deep, steadying breath.
"Told you I could do it," Anakin said, beaming a brilliant smile at Obi-Wan.
"I never doubted you."
"Yes you did."
Obi-Wan smiled wryly. "No, I didn't. You simply chose to interpret my misgivings as doubt in your ability."
Anakin regarded Obi-Wan critically for a long moment and then pronounced, "You enjoyed that."
"No, no I most certainly did not," Obi-Wan said matter-of-factly.
"Yes, you did." Anakin seemed triumphant now. "For all of your white-knuckled gripping and teeth-gritting fear for your life, you enjoyed that."
Obi-Wan raised a brow as he reached over and popped the canopy. "Did I now?" he replied cryptically, undoing the chair straps and climbing confidently out of the landspeeder. He left Anakin with his jaw hanging open as he watched his Master walk off, completely unshaken by the ride. Obi-Wan smiled inwardly. A part of him did enjoy the thrill, but he knew from experience that recklessness for recklessness' sake was folly. One of these days, he'd get that drilled into Anakin's head.
Or so he hoped...
