TM: It Was One Of Those Days...
Feb. 15th, 2006 12:21 pmWatching 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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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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