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The fight over who drove the speeder had been short-lived and...somehow...Anakin lost. He comforted himself with the idea that he'd gone easy on her, injured hand and all. And of course, the injured hand had meant he could just bundle her straightaway over to the medkit when they got on board his ship.

Normally, a Jedi on a solitary mission would have a smaller ship, possibly one of the new Aethersprite class starfighters the Jedi had been using. Anakin suspected he'd been assigned a large, passenger-type ship not because he'd been expected to return with anyone else, but simply to discourage him from trying...acrobatics.

Following that thought was the temptation to show just what sort of acrobatics he could still perform with a ship like this but he managed to quash the idea. At least for while they were still near Varonat. The indigenous folk here were rather...touchy. And Anakin didn't want to do anything to disturb the accord he'd worked so hard to make happen.

Instead, took the ship out of atmosphere in relatively sedate -- for him -- fashion, then once out of the planet's gravity well, made the jump to light speed with all due haste.

They'd only been traveling a few hours when the ship gave something that sounded eerily like a groan and a shudder and something that smelled suspiciously burnt wafted out from behind one of the panels. This prompted Anakin to curse something truly impressive and unintelligible (being in Huttese) before sprinting to the cockpit to diagnose the problem.

Definitely back in realspace.

Definitely near a system the computer hasn't yet recognized.

Definitely no other space-traffic nearby.

Anakin pulled open the offending panel and made a face before he started cursing again. This time it was entirely possible he was insulting the intelligence and ability of whatever tech had been servicing the ship.

He knew he should've checked it out himself.
Anakin Skywalker
03 September 2009 @ 08:22 pm
Six Impossible Things :: my thread
Anakin Skywalker
07 December 2008 @ 08:20 pm
[ooc: a long time ago in a state far away, shadowed_kat's mun and I created an alternate universe that we dragged [Unknown LJ tag] into wherein somehow Kitty Pryde and Anakin Skywalker meet and fall for each other and...er, the rest is history. Some of that history can be found at au_eats_brains. Anyway, that was years ago, literally. We wanted to resurrect it. So we're starting anew with the same idea. Let's see what happens. :)]

As he watched the light of hyperspace swirling around outside his viewport, Anakin couldn't help but wonder if this mission was more than it seemed. He'd been Obi-Wan's padawn for nearly ten years now, after all. And he knew he was ready for the trials, it would be about time the Masters noticed it too.

So sending him on a solo mission without his Master along to oversee sounded like the sort of thing that would be the makings of a Trial. Though it hadn't sounded like a particularly difficult mission when he'd been told about it. The planet he was heading toward, Varonat out on the Outer Rim, was having some issue between the (more or less) indigenous natives and the humans who had settled there a couple of centuries ago. They'd requested Jedi mediation.

Of course, Anakin still wasn't sure why he was being sent and not Obi-Wan. Supposedly his Master was needed elsewhere but he thought his impatience with politics and diplomacy would have not made him a good fit for this sort of-...

...of course, that would be the point if this were a Trial. Or even an object lesson. Anakin made a face at his reflection in the viewport, of course they couldn't be straightforward abou it.

Before he had any more time to ruminate, a light started flashing on his instrument panel, notifying him that he was about to drop out of hyperspace. Once returned to realspace, it didn't take long for Anakin to receive clearance to land at the small spaceport in the larger of the two human cities on Varonat. Not much longer following that and the young Jedi was walking the streets of the city, trying to get a feel for its mood. He'd arrived early enough to have time to kill before meeting with the representatives from the opposing sides in the dispute.
Anakin Skywalker
10 August 2008 @ 10:22 pm


Ani lies on the still-warm sand even as a cool evening breeze chills his skin. He doesn't notice either, his attention on the sky above him. Quietly, under his breath, he's counting. ....three-hundred and twenty, three hundred and twenty-one, three-hundred and twenty-two... Behind every number is a dozen or more. Planets for each star. He imagines what life must be like Out There.

Much more exciting than here.

He bet there were even planets where they'd never heard of slavery. Or sand. Planets that were covered in water or in snow or green plants as far as the eye could see. He'd heard that Coruscant was all city. What he wouldn't give to see that...

He'd see 'em all.


His mother was crying.

She thought he was asleep, that he couldn't hear her. This life was hard on her, he knew, even as young as he was. She deserved better. A real life. A free one.

He'd give it to her.

Some day.


Not long after he had arrived at the Jedi Temple to live Anakin had found himself a fairly secluded little alcove that looked out on the Coruscant skyline. Well, he was here. It wasn't Tatooine.

But there was an enormous ache in his chest.

Just once, he'd like to feel the heat of the sand under his feet, see his mother's smile, even hear Watto complaining.

He was alone.


Siri was nice enough, he liked her.

But her padawan...

Every time he saw Ferus, Anakin imagined wiping that know-it-all smirk from his face.


He should have been paying attention to Obi-Wan.

But his attention kept being caught by a nearby news-vid. Currently, they were talking about the latest round of Senatorial elections and the newest senator from Naboo.

Their former queen.

The thought was a small one, quiet, in the back of his mind. He didn't dare voice it aloud. Or even silently. In a dream you loved me.


She was beautiful in white.

And when she took his hand, he knew he'd never felt happier.

But something was missing.

Someone. Two someones who should have been there too, instead of the droids.

But this was forbidden. He couldn't have told Obi-Wan. Can't tell him. Ever.

And he'd watched his mother die. He could only hope something of her spirit could see this.


One last wish was all he had left as he looked up into blue eyes. Blue eyes like a mirror. Like his own.

His son, his own son had saved him.

One last wish, fulfilled.
Anakin Skywalker
10 January 2008 @ 07:15 am
This journal is more or less discontinued until further notice. :) - the management
Anakin Skywalker
31 October 2007 @ 12:12 pm
He'd had it, once, as a child. As an adolescent. As a young man. It was shaken, sometimes, but always there, deeply grounded. How could he not? He'd held tightly to it as a boy and all wrapped up inside of hero worship. He'd had it even before he'd seen a Jedi and it had been only stronger afterward.

Becoming a Jedi, it was still there, all the stronger because now he knew. Or thought he did. But something began to happen, as he got older. Doubts appeared, cracks in the foundation, eroding the base.

He started to question the things he'd always been taught, had always known when his experience began to suggest otherwise. How could one thing be said and yet another thing be what was actually done? How could they be the same heroes he had worshipped as a child.

How? Why? When had it changed?

Had it changed?

What if it had always been that way and only now he was seeing clearly?


And somewhere between the death of a Jedi Master and the rise of a new Sith Lord...Anakin Skywalker's faith in the Jedi Order fled completely and was lost in the darkness.

Muse: Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Wordcount: 193
Anakin Skywalker
Ani awoke feeling more rested than she had in months. She stretched lazily and ran her hands through her short-cropped hair. They'd been recalled to Coruscant for a time which explained the restfulness of her sleep. She'd finally been able to sleep in a bed which was no small feat.

It did, of course, help that she had shared the bed with her love and for that she gave her still-sleeping partner a fond smile. She'd have to hurry, though, or they'd miss her back at the Temple and that-...

...probably wouldn't go well. As she knew. Still, she had time to take advantage of the apartment's top-notch bathing facilities and certainly no one would begrudge her a few minutes of luxuriating under the hot water. There was something to be said for being a heroine of the Republic. Though it'd be nice if they just said "hero" like they called Master Obi-Wan, she thought with a bit of a pout. She'd done every bit as much as Obi-Wan in this war. More, if one counted that she'd done it all while keeping her own secret. Once more, she smiled fondly in the direction of the sleeping form stretched out on the, no their bed.

For a few moments, as she dressed, Ani let herself wonder what sort of children they might have. Even if it was clearly impossible. For more than one reason. But then again, medical science was ableo to do all sorts of things...

...but she rather imagined Padme would prefer something more natural. Which wouldn't really happen without a male involved and at that thought Ani had to push down the surge of jealousy that rose within her. No, they were better off just not bringing up the subject of children, really. It couldn't end well. Even if Padme would make a wonderful mother.


Why was Obi-Wan calling her that?

"Anakin." and shaking her to boot?

"I'm coming, jus' a minute," she grumbled...in a voice a lot lower than she remembered possessing. Wait, she? What?

Finally, Anakin pulled himself fully into wakefulness, eyes snapping open to see a concerned Obi-Wan standing over him. "There you are, padawan. We were getting worried." Which, really, belied the point a little though Obi-Wan wouldn't tell Anakin that just now.

Anakin frowned and tried to sit up in his med-bay bed. Except he couldn't get up and there were all sorts of things stuck in him and things beeping. "What happened?"

Obi-Wan shook his head ruefully, "you got a lung-ful of some new chemical the Separatists have been testing. I'm afraid you've been rather delusional for the past few days."

Groaning, Anakin relaxed back into the bed, "I don't want to know, do I?"

His Master's lips twitched with repressed amusement, "well, you apparently make a very lovely young woman...."

[I was originally going to actually turn Anakin into a woman but...the crack isn't that strong with me today so we'll have to settle for hallucinations. :)]
Anakin Skywalker
01 October 2007 @ 01:59 pm
Prompt: Pie
Character: Anakin and Obi-Wan
Fandom: Star Wars
Word count: 597
Rating: G
Disclaimer Not mine. Anakin/Jedi/Star Wars/etc belongs to Lucasfilms and George Lucas. I'm just borrowing for a time and for entertainment. No money is made off of this fic. Thank you!

The only sound filling the room was the contented snoring of a Jedi youngster lying sprawled over Obi-Wan's bed with one leg hanging off and a few telltale crumbs, crumbs sprinkling his sheets. The other telltale sign was an empty plate scraped clean of whatever confectionary goodness had been resting on it that morning.

That, and the bit of whipped cream caught on the end of Anakin's padawan braid.

Obi-Wan merely watched this strange tableau for several moments, his hands on his hips, before sighing to himself. Perhaps he should have known better than to leave Anakin alone with it but certainly his padawan should be able to exercise some restraint by now at the age of fifteen! Then again, this was Anakin he was talking about, Obi-Wan reminded himself with a mixture of exasperation and fondness.

The youth moved a little in his sleep, and perhaps through some gratuitous use of the Force by his mentor, ended up tumbling to the floor in what made for a rather rude -- if funny to someone watching -- awakening. Anakin yelped and sat up, looking up at Obi-Wan rather accusingly through the sleep in his eyes. "What was that for?"

"Anakin," Obi-Wan began, his hands now tucked into the sleeves of his robe as he used his patient-but-slightly-exasperated-teacher tone, "what were you supposed to be doing while I was meeting with Master Windu?"

Obi-Wan was fairly certain that Anakin used the opportunity of having to pick himself up and dust himself off to duck his head and make a face. "Put away my tools and droid parts."

Pointedly, Obi-Wan glanced in the direction of Anakin's corner of the room where tools and little mechanical bits littered the floor, and a few of the larger parts were pushed to the side of Anakin's bed against the wall making enough room for his apprentice to sleep though Obi-Wan could hardly imagine how it was comfortable for the boy. Then, he looked back down at his recalcitrant padawan, prompting with an, "...and?"

A little uneasily, Anakin shifted his weight. He'd been working on it like Obi-Wan had asked him to! He'd gotten everything sorted, anyway, into piles by type of part when he'd found himself continually looking toward the two slices of multi-berry pie with cream Obi-Wan had left sitting on the counter of their little cooking-area with the promise that it'd be a treat after the midday meal after Obi-Wan returned from his meeting with Master Windu.

For what seemed like ages, Anakin resisted. But eventually he'd gone and just stuck his finger in one of the slices, just enough for a taste. That had been enough for a little longer. But then he couldn't stop thinking about the sweet taste of the pie and breakfast had seemed like an eternity ago and surely Obi-Wan wouldn't mind if Anakin just had a little bite from one of the pieces?

Somehow a little bite had turned to Anakin gorging himself on both pieces and then, tidying duty completely forgotten, he'd sprawled onto Obi-Wan's bed to 'just rest a minute'. He couldn't, after all, sprawl on his own bed, not with the droid parts on it.

But looking up at his master, Anakin didn't think that explanation would go over very well. And he didn't really have an excuse and he wasn't sure what to say and just having woken up wasn't really the best time for one to think of how to explain oneself and all that came out was a plaintive, "but I was hungry!"

Obi-Wan, at least, had the grace to only laugh about it once he was alone.
Anakin Skywalker
01 October 2007 @ 01:41 pm
Prompt: Pleasure
Character: Anakin and Padme
Warnings: Idyllic times ahead?
Pairings: Anakin/Padme
Fandom: Star Wars
Word count: 204
Rating: G
Disclaimer Not mine. Anakin/Jedi/Star Wars/etc belongs to Lucasfilms and George Lucas. I'm just borrowing for a time and for entertainment. No money is made off of this fic. Thank you!

There was definitely something to be said for Naboo. Particularly this area in the lake country away from the capital of Theed. Particularly when the only other living creatures for miles around them seemed to be those funny animals -- Padme called them shaaks -- grazing on the abundant grass surrounding them. Just as Anakin almost always marveled at a great expanse of water, the same could be said for so much green. There was something inherent within him which even now couldn't believe there could be so much of it in one place, that expected sweeping vistas of brown and tan and bleach white with stark contrasts. Not this lush paradise he'd found himself in.

Of course, he was also certain he found the colors and scents and sounds enveloping them all the more vibrant because she was there with him. And for once, they were alone and he could be not just Ani, that little boy she once knew; not Anakin Skywalker, Jedi protector; nothing but Anakin who loved her. And she could be not Amidala, former queen of Naboo; nor Padme Amidala, now-Senator from Naboo; but maybe, just maybe she'd let herself just be Padme. Just be with him.

Just be together.
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