ESB part 2
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Title: The Emperor Strikes Back
Author: Almie![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sly_bone
Fandom: Star Wars branches AU
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin (+ Padme)
Rating: NC-17
Series: After A New Path
Summery: The Skywalker family has now been refugees for a little over eight years. Together with the Solo family, they strive to help their planet while remaining in anonymity, but although they know it not, this last chance at rest is nearly over.
Part one which was posted last week can be found HERE. In which you will read a small bit about what's been going on in the last eight years, but mostly just Anakin shagging Obi-Wan.
Part two is under the cut and describes the children at play and why exactly it's against C3PO's programming to impersonate a deity. Any feedback/criticisms on either part are appreciated because at least I know you read it then.
The thick woodlands that permeated the Solo acreage echoed with childish shouts and laughter. Wildlife scattered before three sets of feet running madly and leaping over every obstacle found before them. The last afternoon sun shone down, warming all but the darkest shadows though a chill still floated in the air.
“Hold the line!” the oldest boy yelled to the other two children, brandishing his lightsaber in the general direction of a hill some short distance away. “Press forward, and come at him from the sides!”
The boy was not quite in his awkward stage of development, but from his near clumsiness and length of his limbs, it couldn’t be far away. He had dark brown hair cut short in the back and sides, but left with enough length in the front to hang into his eyes. His eyes shone with excitement and good humor and a grin was plastered across his face.
“Master Solo! There are too many clones,” the girl, younger then this ‘Master’ by at least five years, yelled, whipping her own lightsaber around in a graceful arc, blocking blaster fire and killing several clones at the same time, “we’ll never get through!”
She was thin and smaller then the other two, her long hair bound up in a rather practical bun on the back of her head. Her face was kind; though it was easy to tell she delighted in the physicality of the game they played. She stayed to the left of the older boy, but kept the other child in her line of sight as well.
“Stand fast, young Padawan Leia!” ‘Master’ Solo yelled back as he executed a spinning kick to a nearby clone and decimated several more with a Force push. “Bounty Hunter! How do you fare?”
“You just worry about yourself, Jedi!” the younger boy shouted, ducking behind a column before popping back out and firing his blaster in several different directions, all of which made their mark. “My blaster will kill two clones for every one your lightsaber gets!”
This young man bore a strong resemblance to the girl, but his hair was more sandy while hers was dark. His childish body still held some baby fat, but he darted around the forest with supreme confidence, making some rather aerobatic moves. His clothes were more worn and dirty then the other two, and his hair was shaggy and unbrushed.
‘Master’ Solo gestured with his hands for the other two to join him in the shelter of an overturned statue. ‘Padawan’ Leia crouched close to his side, keeping watch around the side so no enemies could sneak up behind them. The Bounty Hunter kneeled trying to catch his breath as he looked up at the older boy. All three children worked together as though the communicated not only by voice, but mind as well.
“Your pride shall be your downfall, Luke,” Solo said glancing at him before poking his head above the rock ledge for a moment. “He’s right in front of us now. There’s only one guard with him, I sense a trap.”
Leia turned to face them with a grin transforming her face from pretty to beautiful. “Then we should spring this trap, should we not, Master?” she asked casually flipping one edge of her cape over her shoulder.
“That we should, my young apprentice,” Solo said laying a hand on her shoulder. He gripped his handle of his lightsaber tightly in one hand, and saluted Luke, nodding. As one, the three children bounded out from behind their shelter and yelling, ran toward the top of the bluff and the evil that awaited them there.
The Emperor stood with his back to them; his bodyguard and apprentice close by his side. Darkness surrounded him muting the light of day, and all three felt the chill of such evil. “Ah, Master Solo and you brought your Padawan along to die as well, how sweet. Since when have you started cavorting with such bounty hunter scum?”
“Your Sith rule is at an end, Emperor,” Solo replied calmly, though without lowering his lightsaber or relaxing from his guard. “My companions and I have come to stop you.”
“Stop me? Stop me! Your puny little minds cannot conceive my greatness,” the Emperor said, rotating to face them with his highly animated arms waving wildly in the air. He turned to his cohort, “Darth Blood, strike them down where they stand.”
The Dark Lord’s apprentice wheeled forward and stopped menacingly between the Defenders of Light and the Sith. The atmosphere was charged with the battle to come, and the children knew this might be the last time they saw each other alive.
“This is the moment to find out what we are made of, my young friends. Luke, Leia, you two take down the apprentice, I shall deal with the master,” Solo said touching both children on the cheek in a farewell gesture. “May the Force be with us all.”
Luke and Leia sprang as one to the left, she raising her lightsaber and he his blaster, distracting the rather short Sith apprentice. Solo marched straight forward his lightsaber down at his side as he came to within a yard of his greatest foe. He could only hope that he trained his Padawan well and that she and Luke would look after each other. They, while working together, always kept part of their attention on the doings of the older child.
The Emperor turned to face him full on. “At last we meet one to one, Master Solo. I admit, I have been rather bored lately; running a Galaxy is not quite all fun and games. This should prove to be an amusing exercise in your futility,” he said not allowing the barest hint of emotion to cross his face.
“You shall fall!” Solo promised, lifting his lightsaber to eye level and taking the beginning stance of lightsaber combat. Behind him, he could hear Luke and Leia in conflict with Darth Blood, but he needed to focus all of his attention on the being of evil in front of him.
“We shall see,” the Emperor said softly and then brandished his hands at Solo sending out powerful streams of Force lightening to disable the great Jedi Master. He began to cackle as Solo twisted in pain and eventually fell, his deactivated lightsaber rolling away from his grasp.
“Join me. Come to the dark side, and we will rule the Galaxy together,” the Emperor said standing above where Solo lay clutching his stomach. “You may keep your sidekicks if that is what you wish, but bow down before me!”
“I will never join you!” Solo gasped, feeling his lifeblood running out and wishing he’d had just one more day to spend with the best friends he’d ever have.
“Then you shall die!” the Emperor spat raising his hands to finish off the Jedi Master with his Force lightening.
“Nooooooooooooo!” twin voices yelled in unison from across the bluff. Luke and Leia were too far away to save him, and the bleak knowledge of that fact was written clearly across their faces. Solo tried to give them one last grin to encourage them in their fight, and then slumped to the ground groaning and waiting for the inevitable.
“Well, if you three drama queens are quite finished, we’re going to be late for supper if we don’t hurry up,” a crisp voice said, humor hidden beneath the façade of sternness. It was a voice the children knew well.
Han Solo sat up miraculously healed from his wounds and looked wildly about him. To his left the real Jedi Masters, Anakin and Obi-Wan, stood with their arms crossed, one trying to hide his mirth and the other not bothering. Luke and Leia ran to where he sat on the ground and helped him up standing closely behind him.
“What have you three to say for yourselves?” Anakin asked trying to glare them into submission while Obi-Wan stood a little to his right his hand not quite covering his grin.
“Um, hi Dad?” Luke said kicking the stick that had once been Han’s lightsaber behind him to what he hoped was out of sight.
“‘Hi, Dad’? That’s all you’ve got to say?” Anakin asked quirking an eyebrow at his son. “What have we told you about playing so deep in the forest? And Threepio, what are you doing?”
Anakin shifted his attention from the trio to the golden droid who had backed up a pace and was waving his fingers through the air at him. The droid looked down at his hands as though surprised and then clenched them into fists brandishing them at the adult Jedi.
“More Jedi scum! You may have blocked my Force lightening, but my loyal servants shall arrive in moments and wreak supreme torment to your bodies!” the droid yelled, his normally proper voice transmuted into something darker and gravely, and something akin to a bad horror holo. “Guards! Guards!”
Obi-Wan lost the battle with himself and doubled over laughing, one hand clutching at his knee and the other wiping at his eyes. The children too were caught up in the adult’s mirth and started giggling uncontrollably leaning against each other and only getting louder at the droid’s more confused air.
“Han!” Anakin said sharply annoyance clear in his voice. “Did you reprogram him?”
The guilty look was all the answer he needed, and he rolled his eyes stomping over to the droid and flipping its power switch to “off”. The children, sensing their reprieve was finished quieted and bowed their heads waiting for a lecture.
“Oh don’t be too cross, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said going to the children’s rescue as he caught his breath back from his fit. “I seem to remember a young Padawan rewiring this droid to think it was a god and frightening an entire race for days before I figured out why you suddenly had all the chocolate you could eat.”
Anakin turned his look of annoyance to Obi-Wan, sighing gustily before shaking his head and gaining a smile. “Obi-Wan, would you kindly not bring up stories from my past when I’m lecturing my children about the same mistakes?” he asked as the children giggled again. His fingers flew through Threepio’s wiring disconnecting and reconnecting in minutes what it had taken Han hours to do.
“I, oh, dear,” Threepio said stuttering as Anakin turned him back on. “What’s going on? Why am I out here?”
Obi-Wan patted the droid as Anakin bent down to sweep Luke and Leia up in a hug, spinning them around before setting them back down next to Han. The children looked happy again and gave each other sly grins to congratulate themselves on getting away with breaking the rules. R2D2 wheeled up from where they’d left him on the other side of the bluff, beeping madly to show his displeasure at being left out.
“Come on kids, it’s just about time to eat,” Anakin said taking Obi-Wan’s hand with his right hand and setting his left on Luke’s shoulder. “Then you can explain to your mother what you were doing tampering with the droids and playing so far away from the house.”
The kids groaned knowing there was no way that their mother would forgive them a little fun for breaking so many rules. The group set off under the trees headed back to the warmth of the hunting lodge that the Solo family had deeded the Skywalkers some years ago.
Author: Almie
sly_boneFandom: Star Wars branches AU
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin (+ Padme)
Rating: NC-17
Series: After A New Path
Summery: The Skywalker family has now been refugees for a little over eight years. Together with the Solo family, they strive to help their planet while remaining in anonymity, but although they know it not, this last chance at rest is nearly over.
Part one which was posted last week can be found HERE. In which you will read a small bit about what's been going on in the last eight years, but mostly just Anakin shagging Obi-Wan.
Part two is under the cut and describes the children at play and why exactly it's against C3PO's programming to impersonate a deity. Any feedback/criticisms on either part are appreciated because at least I know you read it then.
The thick woodlands that permeated the Solo acreage echoed with childish shouts and laughter. Wildlife scattered before three sets of feet running madly and leaping over every obstacle found before them. The last afternoon sun shone down, warming all but the darkest shadows though a chill still floated in the air.
“Hold the line!” the oldest boy yelled to the other two children, brandishing his lightsaber in the general direction of a hill some short distance away. “Press forward, and come at him from the sides!”
The boy was not quite in his awkward stage of development, but from his near clumsiness and length of his limbs, it couldn’t be far away. He had dark brown hair cut short in the back and sides, but left with enough length in the front to hang into his eyes. His eyes shone with excitement and good humor and a grin was plastered across his face.
“Master Solo! There are too many clones,” the girl, younger then this ‘Master’ by at least five years, yelled, whipping her own lightsaber around in a graceful arc, blocking blaster fire and killing several clones at the same time, “we’ll never get through!”
She was thin and smaller then the other two, her long hair bound up in a rather practical bun on the back of her head. Her face was kind; though it was easy to tell she delighted in the physicality of the game they played. She stayed to the left of the older boy, but kept the other child in her line of sight as well.
“Stand fast, young Padawan Leia!” ‘Master’ Solo yelled back as he executed a spinning kick to a nearby clone and decimated several more with a Force push. “Bounty Hunter! How do you fare?”
“You just worry about yourself, Jedi!” the younger boy shouted, ducking behind a column before popping back out and firing his blaster in several different directions, all of which made their mark. “My blaster will kill two clones for every one your lightsaber gets!”
This young man bore a strong resemblance to the girl, but his hair was more sandy while hers was dark. His childish body still held some baby fat, but he darted around the forest with supreme confidence, making some rather aerobatic moves. His clothes were more worn and dirty then the other two, and his hair was shaggy and unbrushed.
‘Master’ Solo gestured with his hands for the other two to join him in the shelter of an overturned statue. ‘Padawan’ Leia crouched close to his side, keeping watch around the side so no enemies could sneak up behind them. The Bounty Hunter kneeled trying to catch his breath as he looked up at the older boy. All three children worked together as though the communicated not only by voice, but mind as well.
“Your pride shall be your downfall, Luke,” Solo said glancing at him before poking his head above the rock ledge for a moment. “He’s right in front of us now. There’s only one guard with him, I sense a trap.”
Leia turned to face them with a grin transforming her face from pretty to beautiful. “Then we should spring this trap, should we not, Master?” she asked casually flipping one edge of her cape over her shoulder.
“That we should, my young apprentice,” Solo said laying a hand on her shoulder. He gripped his handle of his lightsaber tightly in one hand, and saluted Luke, nodding. As one, the three children bounded out from behind their shelter and yelling, ran toward the top of the bluff and the evil that awaited them there.
The Emperor stood with his back to them; his bodyguard and apprentice close by his side. Darkness surrounded him muting the light of day, and all three felt the chill of such evil. “Ah, Master Solo and you brought your Padawan along to die as well, how sweet. Since when have you started cavorting with such bounty hunter scum?”
“Your Sith rule is at an end, Emperor,” Solo replied calmly, though without lowering his lightsaber or relaxing from his guard. “My companions and I have come to stop you.”
“Stop me? Stop me! Your puny little minds cannot conceive my greatness,” the Emperor said, rotating to face them with his highly animated arms waving wildly in the air. He turned to his cohort, “Darth Blood, strike them down where they stand.”
The Dark Lord’s apprentice wheeled forward and stopped menacingly between the Defenders of Light and the Sith. The atmosphere was charged with the battle to come, and the children knew this might be the last time they saw each other alive.
“This is the moment to find out what we are made of, my young friends. Luke, Leia, you two take down the apprentice, I shall deal with the master,” Solo said touching both children on the cheek in a farewell gesture. “May the Force be with us all.”
Luke and Leia sprang as one to the left, she raising her lightsaber and he his blaster, distracting the rather short Sith apprentice. Solo marched straight forward his lightsaber down at his side as he came to within a yard of his greatest foe. He could only hope that he trained his Padawan well and that she and Luke would look after each other. They, while working together, always kept part of their attention on the doings of the older child.
The Emperor turned to face him full on. “At last we meet one to one, Master Solo. I admit, I have been rather bored lately; running a Galaxy is not quite all fun and games. This should prove to be an amusing exercise in your futility,” he said not allowing the barest hint of emotion to cross his face.
“You shall fall!” Solo promised, lifting his lightsaber to eye level and taking the beginning stance of lightsaber combat. Behind him, he could hear Luke and Leia in conflict with Darth Blood, but he needed to focus all of his attention on the being of evil in front of him.
“We shall see,” the Emperor said softly and then brandished his hands at Solo sending out powerful streams of Force lightening to disable the great Jedi Master. He began to cackle as Solo twisted in pain and eventually fell, his deactivated lightsaber rolling away from his grasp.
“Join me. Come to the dark side, and we will rule the Galaxy together,” the Emperor said standing above where Solo lay clutching his stomach. “You may keep your sidekicks if that is what you wish, but bow down before me!”
“I will never join you!” Solo gasped, feeling his lifeblood running out and wishing he’d had just one more day to spend with the best friends he’d ever have.
“Then you shall die!” the Emperor spat raising his hands to finish off the Jedi Master with his Force lightening.
“Nooooooooooooo!” twin voices yelled in unison from across the bluff. Luke and Leia were too far away to save him, and the bleak knowledge of that fact was written clearly across their faces. Solo tried to give them one last grin to encourage them in their fight, and then slumped to the ground groaning and waiting for the inevitable.
“Well, if you three drama queens are quite finished, we’re going to be late for supper if we don’t hurry up,” a crisp voice said, humor hidden beneath the façade of sternness. It was a voice the children knew well.
Han Solo sat up miraculously healed from his wounds and looked wildly about him. To his left the real Jedi Masters, Anakin and Obi-Wan, stood with their arms crossed, one trying to hide his mirth and the other not bothering. Luke and Leia ran to where he sat on the ground and helped him up standing closely behind him.
“What have you three to say for yourselves?” Anakin asked trying to glare them into submission while Obi-Wan stood a little to his right his hand not quite covering his grin.
“Um, hi Dad?” Luke said kicking the stick that had once been Han’s lightsaber behind him to what he hoped was out of sight.
“‘Hi, Dad’? That’s all you’ve got to say?” Anakin asked quirking an eyebrow at his son. “What have we told you about playing so deep in the forest? And Threepio, what are you doing?”
Anakin shifted his attention from the trio to the golden droid who had backed up a pace and was waving his fingers through the air at him. The droid looked down at his hands as though surprised and then clenched them into fists brandishing them at the adult Jedi.
“More Jedi scum! You may have blocked my Force lightening, but my loyal servants shall arrive in moments and wreak supreme torment to your bodies!” the droid yelled, his normally proper voice transmuted into something darker and gravely, and something akin to a bad horror holo. “Guards! Guards!”
Obi-Wan lost the battle with himself and doubled over laughing, one hand clutching at his knee and the other wiping at his eyes. The children too were caught up in the adult’s mirth and started giggling uncontrollably leaning against each other and only getting louder at the droid’s more confused air.
“Han!” Anakin said sharply annoyance clear in his voice. “Did you reprogram him?”
The guilty look was all the answer he needed, and he rolled his eyes stomping over to the droid and flipping its power switch to “off”. The children, sensing their reprieve was finished quieted and bowed their heads waiting for a lecture.
“Oh don’t be too cross, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said going to the children’s rescue as he caught his breath back from his fit. “I seem to remember a young Padawan rewiring this droid to think it was a god and frightening an entire race for days before I figured out why you suddenly had all the chocolate you could eat.”
Anakin turned his look of annoyance to Obi-Wan, sighing gustily before shaking his head and gaining a smile. “Obi-Wan, would you kindly not bring up stories from my past when I’m lecturing my children about the same mistakes?” he asked as the children giggled again. His fingers flew through Threepio’s wiring disconnecting and reconnecting in minutes what it had taken Han hours to do.
“I, oh, dear,” Threepio said stuttering as Anakin turned him back on. “What’s going on? Why am I out here?”
Obi-Wan patted the droid as Anakin bent down to sweep Luke and Leia up in a hug, spinning them around before setting them back down next to Han. The children looked happy again and gave each other sly grins to congratulate themselves on getting away with breaking the rules. R2D2 wheeled up from where they’d left him on the other side of the bluff, beeping madly to show his displeasure at being left out.
“Come on kids, it’s just about time to eat,” Anakin said taking Obi-Wan’s hand with his right hand and setting his left on Luke’s shoulder. “Then you can explain to your mother what you were doing tampering with the droids and playing so far away from the house.”
The kids groaned knowing there was no way that their mother would forgive them a little fun for breaking so many rules. The group set off under the trees headed back to the warmth of the hunting lodge that the Solo family had deeded the Skywalkers some years ago.
