5+1 Sentence Meme: Padawan Kenobi
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sanerontheinsideRight, so, in this case I paired two prompts, so this is going to contain 2 tumblr posts.
original post 1
Obi-Wan smiled, contemplating ten ways to end this peacefully, and a dozen more not so peacefully. The peaceful resolutions were not nearly as appealing.
Obi-Wan found himself surrounded by a group of old, hide-bound, self-absorbed, iron-fisted ‘civil servants’ who couldn’t even see that their greed was choking the economy and destroying the lower classes that supported their lavish lifestyles. They didn’t even see fit acknowledge the demands of the rebels currently occupying a fully equipped fortress situated mere klicks away.
The fortress where his Master was currently attempting to prevent an imminent attack. Obi-Wan wasn’t certain he wished their situations had been reversed.
He only hoped his Master would be able to placate—or at least delay—the rebels until he could get these fools to consider even listening to their demands.
original post 2
“No, Master, I need more time.”
Qui-Gon sighed, leaning back to rest his head against the wall of his cell. “Obi-Wan, the rebels are moving to attack at dawn. You have no more time for negotiations, now is the time to admit defeat and leave, Padawan.”
For a moment, Qui-Gon caught the impression of deathly stillness even through their bond, which he’d kept rather heavily shielded. “Master, where are you? Are you hurt?”
Obi-Wan’s voice held a slow and dangerous edge to it, which almost made Qui-Gon’s lips twitch upward in a fond smile.
“Not seriously,” he said, stretching out and crossing his legs on the floor in front of him. “I’m in one of their cell blocks, but I can assure you, Padawan, I’m only staying as long as is necessary to keep up a general appearance of harmlessness. If you insist on dallying, however, rest assured I will walk out of here, take the shuttle, fly it into the bloody courtyard, and haul you out of there myself.”
“Understood, Master. Leaving now.”
But of course, his Padawan would park their shuttle in the middle of the rebel-held fort the next morning, Qui-Gon found himself thinking as he socked an unfortunate guard in the jaw on his way out.
Utter brat.
original post 1
eirianerisdar said: For that first sentence fic thing (gen please): Obi-Wan smiled, contemplating ten ways to end this peacefully, and a dozen more *not* so peacefully.
Obi-Wan smiled, contemplating ten ways to end this peacefully, and a dozen more not so peacefully. The peaceful resolutions were not nearly as appealing.
Obi-Wan found himself surrounded by a group of old, hide-bound, self-absorbed, iron-fisted ‘civil servants’ who couldn’t even see that their greed was choking the economy and destroying the lower classes that supported their lavish lifestyles. They didn’t even see fit acknowledge the demands of the rebels currently occupying a fully equipped fortress situated mere klicks away.
The fortress where his Master was currently attempting to prevent an imminent attack. Obi-Wan wasn’t certain he wished their situations had been reversed.
He only hoped his Master would be able to placate—or at least delay—the rebels until he could get these fools to consider even listening to their demands.
original post 2
maawi said: No, Master, I need more time.
“No, Master, I need more time.”
Qui-Gon sighed, leaning back to rest his head against the wall of his cell. “Obi-Wan, the rebels are moving to attack at dawn. You have no more time for negotiations, now is the time to admit defeat and leave, Padawan.”
For a moment, Qui-Gon caught the impression of deathly stillness even through their bond, which he’d kept rather heavily shielded. “Master, where are you? Are you hurt?”
Obi-Wan’s voice held a slow and dangerous edge to it, which almost made Qui-Gon’s lips twitch upward in a fond smile.
“Not seriously,” he said, stretching out and crossing his legs on the floor in front of him. “I’m in one of their cell blocks, but I can assure you, Padawan, I’m only staying as long as is necessary to keep up a general appearance of harmlessness. If you insist on dallying, however, rest assured I will walk out of here, take the shuttle, fly it into the bloody courtyard, and haul you out of there myself.”
“Understood, Master. Leaving now.”
But of course, his Padawan would park their shuttle in the middle of the rebel-held fort the next morning, Qui-Gon found himself thinking as he socked an unfortunate guard in the jaw on his way out.
Utter brat.
