Clearing out my LJ, part 1.
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quigonejinnTwo abandoned, half-finished Star Wars fics. Unedited and dearly in need of compression.
Obi-Wan was ten before he saw stars: it was not the fault of the Jedi. Conscientious Youngling educators equipped the Temple training facilities with an excellent planetarium. Obi-Wan could, on leaving the Temple for field life, navigate without computer aid in most sectors. By ten, he had already seen more of the Republic than most citizens in their whole lives.
Nevertheless, there was a great deal of artificial light on Corsucant, and his missions with Qui-Gon had been confined to the cities of advanced civilizations. Cultural and diplomatic missions, mostly, but on Shander IV, they were dispatched as part of a negotiation unit. Planetary protocol required them to approach the treaty city on foot or beast of burden after a journey through the mountains, so they joined a caravan. The first night, Obi-Wan was too exhausted and barely unrolled his sleeping gear before falling asleep on top of it.
He adjusted to the thinner air, though, and was not so exhausted: on the second night, after dinner, he stayed awake long enough to lie back and look up and let his eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Oh," Obi-Wan said, very quietly.
Qui-Gon was puzzled until he followed the tilt of Obi-Wan's head and saw the stars and nebulae above them. Obi-Wan's mouth was still half-open, and Qui-Gon smiled to himself and went back to reviewing the Archivist's briefing by firelight.
...
For a period of time thereafter, Obi-Wan took an intense -- even obsessive -- interest in collecting knowledge about stars. They had never particularly appealed to him in the Planetarium or when viewed for the port of a space-bound transport, but having seen them through a planet's atmosphere, he changed his mind and made it a priority.
When Obi-Wan was fourteen, work took them to a planet with a mathematical bent. Gardens, hovercraft runways, rooms. Everything was laid out with an eye towards mathematical aesthetics, and given Obi-Wan's fascination with astronmy, he found it irresistible. The youngest daughter of the king found him irresistible.
Two days before the transport was due to take them to their next mission, Qui-Gon came upon her and Obi-Wan in one of the observational towers -- actually, it was more accurate to say that Obi-Wan was entirely occupied with comparing a blueprint from the palace library to the layout of the courtyard beneath him while the girl inhaled deeply in her low-cut dress and tried to come between him and the view of the courtyard. She had undoubtedly lured him up here with the blueprint; she was taller and at least sixteen. Obi-Wan did not come up much past her collarbone.
"Look," Obi-Wan said, so excited he was almost hopping from foot to foot. "I believe that's the Randeer nebula picked out in sandstone by the flower bed, isn't it? Do you think the suggestion of dimensionality is proportional?"
Qui-Gon and the princess exchanged looks. The princess rolled her eyes; Qui-Gon smiled, then quietly closed the door on them.
...
Obi-Wan was nineteen and, in his opinion, mostly grown. It was not a position without justification, Qui-Gon recognized. Obi-Wan was an eminently capable senior Padawan. Trustworthy. Generally responsible. Mature in many, though not all, respects. He needed finishing in certain areas, but Jedi weaker than him in the utilization of the Force had been promoted to the rank of Knight before. That was not the primary qualification, really.
2. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon. An alternate formulation to the prompt that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imadra_blue gave me for The Usual Argument.
For a brief moment in time, they were a unit of three.
...
There was a large pile of broken droids, several thousand bits of smashed glass, a small fire in one corner of the room that was being suppressed by flailing droid courtiers. Anakin stood in the middle of it all with a very grateful tribal princess on one arm; on the other, he held a blazing lighsaber. At his feet, there was a groveling, weeping Grand Vizier.
Qui-Gon was clearly amused, and through the earpiece, he said, "You can't blame me entirely for this, Obi-Wan. He's your Padawan."
Obi-Wan had to smile, and from the slightly embarrassed look on Anakin's face, he had heard Qui-Gon say the same thing through his earpiece. It probably contributed to his embarrassment, though, that the tribal princess was rather scantily clad and was possessed of an impressive set of bos --
Above, them ceiling started to creak alarmingly and give other signs of giving way.
...
It began in this way: Qui-Gon had been badly injured and required sophisticated treatment with bacta. It needed to be more thorough than immersion; he had been badly injured by a Sith who knew how to strike a Jedi using the style that Qui-Gon used, and after the procedures were done and his own wounds had been tended, Obi-Wan took up vigil by Qui-Gon's bacta tank.
"I talked to the midichlorians," Anakin said. His face was a haze of blue-green light; Obi-Wan was still too exhausted to make his eyes focus properly, but Anakin seemed terribly eager. Almost desperate.
"Master Qui-Gon has a lot of midichlorians in him, doesn't he? But I told them to make sure he stayed alive, so everything will be all right. Your midichlorians are all right, too. They're just tired and resting, but they'll listen to me."
Obi-Wan's ears weren't working properly, either. Or his mind. It was possible neither of them were functioning, and that why he felt such an uncontrolled surge of irritation -- he made a brief attempt to master it, then realized he was too tired to say or do anything offensive. He had, after all, defeated a Sith and then brought himself back from the Dark Side by an effort of sheer will. He would probably be asleep before Anakin finished whatever sentence he was currently attempting.
When Obi-Wan woke a second time, someone had put a cup of water by his hand. Someone had also drawn, in the fog on the front of Qui-Gon's bacta chamber, an old slave symbol of protection against evil.
...
So it was a mixed beginning, and they were on Naboo for a significant part of the planetary year. Qui-Gon was still too weak for the rigors of extended space travel, and while he was awake for several hours each day, it was only enough so that he might be consulted on some point of Anakin's training or to act as final decision-maker on a dispute that had arisen be. Anakin had definite opinions on what he ought to be studying and how ready he was for field work. Obi-Wan had, from memories of his own creche classes and training under Qui-Gon, his own notions.
"The pirates were going to kill him, Master, and take away all his droids -- "
"I gave you explicit instructions not to leave your meditation post. You were to -- "
Qui-Gon pointed out, sounding only slightly strangled, that they both still smelled like the fermentation vat into which they had, along with the unfortunate droid merchant, jumped into during their escape from the pirate stronghold.
...
1. Stars. From a conversation with
Obi-Wan was ten before he saw stars: it was not the fault of the Jedi. Conscientious Youngling educators equipped the Temple training facilities with an excellent planetarium. Obi-Wan could, on leaving the Temple for field life, navigate without computer aid in most sectors. By ten, he had already seen more of the Republic than most citizens in their whole lives.
Nevertheless, there was a great deal of artificial light on Corsucant, and his missions with Qui-Gon had been confined to the cities of advanced civilizations. Cultural and diplomatic missions, mostly, but on Shander IV, they were dispatched as part of a negotiation unit. Planetary protocol required them to approach the treaty city on foot or beast of burden after a journey through the mountains, so they joined a caravan. The first night, Obi-Wan was too exhausted and barely unrolled his sleeping gear before falling asleep on top of it.
He adjusted to the thinner air, though, and was not so exhausted: on the second night, after dinner, he stayed awake long enough to lie back and look up and let his eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Oh," Obi-Wan said, very quietly.
Qui-Gon was puzzled until he followed the tilt of Obi-Wan's head and saw the stars and nebulae above them. Obi-Wan's mouth was still half-open, and Qui-Gon smiled to himself and went back to reviewing the Archivist's briefing by firelight.
...
For a period of time thereafter, Obi-Wan took an intense -- even obsessive -- interest in collecting knowledge about stars. They had never particularly appealed to him in the Planetarium or when viewed for the port of a space-bound transport, but having seen them through a planet's atmosphere, he changed his mind and made it a priority.
When Obi-Wan was fourteen, work took them to a planet with a mathematical bent. Gardens, hovercraft runways, rooms. Everything was laid out with an eye towards mathematical aesthetics, and given Obi-Wan's fascination with astronmy, he found it irresistible. The youngest daughter of the king found him irresistible.
Two days before the transport was due to take them to their next mission, Qui-Gon came upon her and Obi-Wan in one of the observational towers -- actually, it was more accurate to say that Obi-Wan was entirely occupied with comparing a blueprint from the palace library to the layout of the courtyard beneath him while the girl inhaled deeply in her low-cut dress and tried to come between him and the view of the courtyard. She had undoubtedly lured him up here with the blueprint; she was taller and at least sixteen. Obi-Wan did not come up much past her collarbone.
"Look," Obi-Wan said, so excited he was almost hopping from foot to foot. "I believe that's the Randeer nebula picked out in sandstone by the flower bed, isn't it? Do you think the suggestion of dimensionality is proportional?"
Qui-Gon and the princess exchanged looks. The princess rolled her eyes; Qui-Gon smiled, then quietly closed the door on them.
...
Obi-Wan was nineteen and, in his opinion, mostly grown. It was not a position without justification, Qui-Gon recognized. Obi-Wan was an eminently capable senior Padawan. Trustworthy. Generally responsible. Mature in many, though not all, respects. He needed finishing in certain areas, but Jedi weaker than him in the utilization of the Force had been promoted to the rank of Knight before. That was not the primary qualification, really.
2. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon. An alternate formulation to the prompt that
imadra_blue gave me for The Usual Argument. For a brief moment in time, they were a unit of three.
...
There was a large pile of broken droids, several thousand bits of smashed glass, a small fire in one corner of the room that was being suppressed by flailing droid courtiers. Anakin stood in the middle of it all with a very grateful tribal princess on one arm; on the other, he held a blazing lighsaber. At his feet, there was a groveling, weeping Grand Vizier.
Qui-Gon was clearly amused, and through the earpiece, he said, "You can't blame me entirely for this, Obi-Wan. He's your Padawan."
Obi-Wan had to smile, and from the slightly embarrassed look on Anakin's face, he had heard Qui-Gon say the same thing through his earpiece. It probably contributed to his embarrassment, though, that the tribal princess was rather scantily clad and was possessed of an impressive set of bos --
Above, them ceiling started to creak alarmingly and give other signs of giving way.
...
It began in this way: Qui-Gon had been badly injured and required sophisticated treatment with bacta. It needed to be more thorough than immersion; he had been badly injured by a Sith who knew how to strike a Jedi using the style that Qui-Gon used, and after the procedures were done and his own wounds had been tended, Obi-Wan took up vigil by Qui-Gon's bacta tank.
"I talked to the midichlorians," Anakin said. His face was a haze of blue-green light; Obi-Wan was still too exhausted to make his eyes focus properly, but Anakin seemed terribly eager. Almost desperate.
"Master Qui-Gon has a lot of midichlorians in him, doesn't he? But I told them to make sure he stayed alive, so everything will be all right. Your midichlorians are all right, too. They're just tired and resting, but they'll listen to me."
Obi-Wan's ears weren't working properly, either. Or his mind. It was possible neither of them were functioning, and that why he felt such an uncontrolled surge of irritation -- he made a brief attempt to master it, then realized he was too tired to say or do anything offensive. He had, after all, defeated a Sith and then brought himself back from the Dark Side by an effort of sheer will. He would probably be asleep before Anakin finished whatever sentence he was currently attempting.
When Obi-Wan woke a second time, someone had put a cup of water by his hand. Someone had also drawn, in the fog on the front of Qui-Gon's bacta chamber, an old slave symbol of protection against evil.
...
So it was a mixed beginning, and they were on Naboo for a significant part of the planetary year. Qui-Gon was still too weak for the rigors of extended space travel, and while he was awake for several hours each day, it was only enough so that he might be consulted on some point of Anakin's training or to act as final decision-maker on a dispute that had arisen be. Anakin had definite opinions on what he ought to be studying and how ready he was for field work. Obi-Wan had, from memories of his own creche classes and training under Qui-Gon, his own notions.
"The pirates were going to kill him, Master, and take away all his droids -- "
"I gave you explicit instructions not to leave your meditation post. You were to -- "
Qui-Gon pointed out, sounding only slightly strangled, that they both still smelled like the fermentation vat into which they had, along with the unfortunate droid merchant, jumped into during their escape from the pirate stronghold.
...
