Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Star Wars or anything else related to it. What a shock.
AN: This is border-line fluff. I only felt like writing this because I had nothing better to do. If you can't stand fluff, than I suggest you don't read this. You've been warned! Oh, and one final note: the text between the " / " s is either dream sequences or stuff that's supposed to be in italics. I'm much too lazy to write in html format . . . blah. Anyways, read on and don't forget to review!!
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Anakin Skywalker was trying to fix the holo-projector.
The Jedi council trusted him with these sort of things, and they didn't exactly
have a handy-man around in the enormous temple to repair anything that went awry.
So Anakin did most of the fixing. He stooped over the large holo-proj, feeling as
dumbfounded by the problem as a bantha stuck in a Tatooine sandstorm. Annoyingly,
this holo-proj was most . . . difficult. Not only did it seem to have nothing wrong with
it, but it was located in the temple's main training room, where only Jedi Knights were
allowed. Padawans were not permitted.
Unless of course, you were Anakin Skywalker trying to fix the holo-proj.
He had never been in the main training room before, (it was much larger than he
had expected) and Anakin found it quite distracting with the constant clashing of
lightsabers being dueled with among the Knights, or the simple hum of lightsaber single
practices. He was starting to get frustrated. He had been standing in the same
spot, trying to figure out the same problem, and the same sounds of practice battles
he had been hearing in the last hour didn't help any. Sighing, he finally stood up
straight after being bent over the darn thing for twenty minutes.
Anakin stared down at the surprisingly complicated piece of technology, almost
scowling at it as he tinkered with his Padawan braid that was hanging loosely behind
his ear. He had short dirty-blonde hair, and deep blue eyes that put the most exquisite
sapphires to shame. At nineteen years of age, he was already almost standing at six
feet tall; quite a difference from the dirty, ragged slave boy he was ten years ago on
the harsh planet of Tatooine.
Ten years ago . . . a past that seemed like ten lifetimes ago. Many things had
happened in that past. His mother . . . Qui-Gon . . . the fierce battle for Naboo that
took place. . . It was a simple time to him then, but as he got older, the more he
realized there was more to it than what he had believed. It was also a time when he
claimed he could fix anything. Ha. Looking down at the holo-proj, it didn't seem that
way.
I swear, this thing is taunting me, he thought bitterly.
"Young Padawan Skywalker, have you given up so easily?" said Jedi Master
Mace Windu. Even as he practiced with the graceful, glowing lightsaber, he could still
sense how Anakin was coming along with the holo-proj. A true Master, Anakin noted.
"I've been standing here for an hour, Master," Anakin said as respectfully as he
could. "But I still can't seem to see what's wrong with it . . ."
"Perhaps you should try harder," Master Windu stated plainly.
Translation: You're not leaving until you fix the holo-projector.
"Very well, Master Windu," Anakin said softly with a indication of defeat in his
voice.
He slumped to his knees, staring at the thing that was keeping him from
returning to his quarters after a long day. Ani had triple-checked everything he could
think of, from imaging sequencer to making sure it was even turned on. He had found
nothing wrong. But he felt that he was overlooking something . . . but the question
was: What?
"I'll be stuck here forever . . ." he murmured to himself curtly.
In a gesture of nothing more than simple boredom, he fooled around with the
blinking control switches. He noticed one was not blinking rapidly like the others, so,
having nothing better to do, he reached over for it and switched it on.
With a sudden loud hum, the holo-projector sprang to life. A brilliant white light
shot out of the rounded top and temporarily blinded Anakin.
"Ah!" he yelled, more in surprise than in glee.
Backing away and rubbing his eyes, Anakin Skywalker couldn't help but smile in
triumph. Finally! When his vision finally returned, he saw Mace Windu looking at him
approvingly.
"Very good," he spoke. "You have our thanks."
"No problem," Anakin returned, beaming.
"You may return to your quarters now, young Padawan. Don't forget to turn
off the holo-projector before you leave."
"Yes, Master Windu," he said.
Grinning brightly at the thought for some well-deserved rest, Anakin squatted
down to flick off the button which he had switched on to activate the holo-proj. He did
so.
. . . Nothing happened.
Anakin winced. He didn't want to stay here another hour! He fumbled at the
switch again but the holo-projector's light was bright and steady.
He took a quick glimpse at Mace Windu, who had now found a sparring partner
and was in deep focus in the battle. Maybe . . .
Anakin inched toward the door, hoping that no one would notice the blazing
holo-proj. Wary of all the Jedi in the vast room, he could see the freedom of the silver
door ahead. He was almost there when he heard Master Windu speak.
"Where do you think you're going, young Padawan?"
Ani sighed, turned around, and sulked back to the holo-proj. He was young and
stubborn, but that didn't mean he didn't know when he wasn't going to win.
"Going to fix the holo-projector, Master," he retorted and head back toward his original position. "Going to fix the holo-projector."
*~*~*~*~*
The tremendously long and apparent never-ending responsibilities of the day
were gone. There was nothing more anyone expected from him, and he was glad of it;
his muscles were weary and his mind was far from focused.
He needed sleep. And he needed it badly.
Entering his small, yet surprisingly orderly room, (with exception of a few spare
mechanical parts scattered in the area; he had not yet been relieved of his interest in
such things) Anakin Skywalker headed straight for a small cot that was calling his
name.
He let himself fall onto the poor excuse for a bed, not bothering to pull off his
boots. It seemed too much of an effort at the time.
A round window was open on the other side of the room, and it allowed in a
chilly wind that cut itself through Anakin's thin Padawan clothing. Shivering and
annoyed by the disturbance, he turned over to his side and tried to ignore it.
The wind wouldn't have it.
Getting up with a frustrated sigh, the young Padawan moved toward the door
and shut the open window with more force than what was needed. Slinking back to his
diminutive cot and laying down once again, he was asleep before he knew it.
*~*~*~*~*
/Anakin stood in a forest of warmth, perfection upon everything . . ./
/He wandered further into the forest, and it got darker . . . colder./
/He wanted to turn back, but there was something luring him there, something
seductive . . ./
/Darkness came swiftly, devouring the light . . ./
/Darkness came flying towards Anakin . . . /
/ . . . he ran, but it was too fast . . . /
/. . . everything turned black and cold . . ./
/. . . he was surrounded in taunting shadows of fear and hate. The shadows flew
towards him . . . he couldn't breathe! Anakin fell to his knees, grasping his throat, but
it was too much for him . . . /
/Too much . . ./
Anakin awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Quickly sitting up, his hand
instinctively felt his throat. There was nothing there to restrict him from breathing.
It was only a dream.
So cold . . .
Padawan Skywalker glanced toward the window, hoping to find it open, hoping to
find the icy wind nagging at him, hoping to find the bitter cold something of the outside
. . . not of the inside.
He looked. The window was closed.
Abandoning the phantasm of a dream for an instant, he found his tossed covers
thrown over the side of the bed from his nightmare. Groping for them in the black of
the night, he finally retrieved them and wrapped himself up within the sheets. For a
blessed moment, warmth returned from its banishment that the vision had caused.
For a blessed moment, coldness was gone.
*~*~*~*~*
The nightmares, they just won't go away! Anakin thought sourly.
They were more frequent now, more frequent ever since Anakin had finally
become more attuned to the Force. It was always the same: darkness came to take
him.
He never said anything about these nightmares to anyone. They belonged in the
deepest unknown of his soul. No one needed to know.
Needing to find some peace at the moment, Ani cleared his mind of everything.
It was harder than usual, especially after such awful dreams, but he had gotten used
to it. It had happened many times before.
Using the Jedi meditating techniques his Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had taught
him, he exhaled, dissolving most of the tension he had faced in the last hour. He could
feel his connection with the Force and such a connection brought him peace. He
smiled.
/Anakin . . ./
Anakin snapped out of his trance and glanced around the room. There was no
one else but him. Instantly, he realized that the sound was in his head. He cleared his
mind and focused on returning the hail. It wasn't difficult; he had an idea of who it
might have been.
/Obi-wan?/
Anakin, came the response, you were told not to meditate this late at night.
You are still young and are not yet experienced in blocking your thoughts and emotions
from being felt by other that are Force-sensitive. Your attempt at mediation has . . .
kept others restless.
/Don't worry, Master. It won't happen again,/ he replied, slightly grinning.
/Let's hope not./ Obi-wan's response became less serious. /You woke me up in
the middle of a good dream./
/Forgive me,/ answered Ani.
/You are forgiven. Now, go to sleep./
/Yes, Master,/ Anakin retorted to Obi-wan.
Breaking off the connection, the Jedi-to-be did as he was told.
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To be continued???
Should I? Review review review!!! :-p
AN: This is border-line fluff. I only felt like writing this because I had nothing better to do. If you can't stand fluff, than I suggest you don't read this. You've been warned! Oh, and one final note: the text between the " / " s is either dream sequences or stuff that's supposed to be in italics. I'm much too lazy to write in html format . . . blah. Anyways, read on and don't forget to review!!
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Anakin Skywalker was trying to fix the holo-projector.
The Jedi council trusted him with these sort of things, and they didn't exactly
have a handy-man around in the enormous temple to repair anything that went awry.
So Anakin did most of the fixing. He stooped over the large holo-proj, feeling as
dumbfounded by the problem as a bantha stuck in a Tatooine sandstorm. Annoyingly,
this holo-proj was most . . . difficult. Not only did it seem to have nothing wrong with
it, but it was located in the temple's main training room, where only Jedi Knights were
allowed. Padawans were not permitted.
Unless of course, you were Anakin Skywalker trying to fix the holo-proj.
He had never been in the main training room before, (it was much larger than he
had expected) and Anakin found it quite distracting with the constant clashing of
lightsabers being dueled with among the Knights, or the simple hum of lightsaber single
practices. He was starting to get frustrated. He had been standing in the same
spot, trying to figure out the same problem, and the same sounds of practice battles
he had been hearing in the last hour didn't help any. Sighing, he finally stood up
straight after being bent over the darn thing for twenty minutes.
Anakin stared down at the surprisingly complicated piece of technology, almost
scowling at it as he tinkered with his Padawan braid that was hanging loosely behind
his ear. He had short dirty-blonde hair, and deep blue eyes that put the most exquisite
sapphires to shame. At nineteen years of age, he was already almost standing at six
feet tall; quite a difference from the dirty, ragged slave boy he was ten years ago on
the harsh planet of Tatooine.
Ten years ago . . . a past that seemed like ten lifetimes ago. Many things had
happened in that past. His mother . . . Qui-Gon . . . the fierce battle for Naboo that
took place. . . It was a simple time to him then, but as he got older, the more he
realized there was more to it than what he had believed. It was also a time when he
claimed he could fix anything. Ha. Looking down at the holo-proj, it didn't seem that
way.
I swear, this thing is taunting me, he thought bitterly.
"Young Padawan Skywalker, have you given up so easily?" said Jedi Master
Mace Windu. Even as he practiced with the graceful, glowing lightsaber, he could still
sense how Anakin was coming along with the holo-proj. A true Master, Anakin noted.
"I've been standing here for an hour, Master," Anakin said as respectfully as he
could. "But I still can't seem to see what's wrong with it . . ."
"Perhaps you should try harder," Master Windu stated plainly.
Translation: You're not leaving until you fix the holo-projector.
"Very well, Master Windu," Anakin said softly with a indication of defeat in his
voice.
He slumped to his knees, staring at the thing that was keeping him from
returning to his quarters after a long day. Ani had triple-checked everything he could
think of, from imaging sequencer to making sure it was even turned on. He had found
nothing wrong. But he felt that he was overlooking something . . . but the question
was: What?
"I'll be stuck here forever . . ." he murmured to himself curtly.
In a gesture of nothing more than simple boredom, he fooled around with the
blinking control switches. He noticed one was not blinking rapidly like the others, so,
having nothing better to do, he reached over for it and switched it on.
With a sudden loud hum, the holo-projector sprang to life. A brilliant white light
shot out of the rounded top and temporarily blinded Anakin.
"Ah!" he yelled, more in surprise than in glee.
Backing away and rubbing his eyes, Anakin Skywalker couldn't help but smile in
triumph. Finally! When his vision finally returned, he saw Mace Windu looking at him
approvingly.
"Very good," he spoke. "You have our thanks."
"No problem," Anakin returned, beaming.
"You may return to your quarters now, young Padawan. Don't forget to turn
off the holo-projector before you leave."
"Yes, Master Windu," he said.
Grinning brightly at the thought for some well-deserved rest, Anakin squatted
down to flick off the button which he had switched on to activate the holo-proj. He did
so.
. . . Nothing happened.
Anakin winced. He didn't want to stay here another hour! He fumbled at the
switch again but the holo-projector's light was bright and steady.
He took a quick glimpse at Mace Windu, who had now found a sparring partner
and was in deep focus in the battle. Maybe . . .
Anakin inched toward the door, hoping that no one would notice the blazing
holo-proj. Wary of all the Jedi in the vast room, he could see the freedom of the silver
door ahead. He was almost there when he heard Master Windu speak.
"Where do you think you're going, young Padawan?"
Ani sighed, turned around, and sulked back to the holo-proj. He was young and
stubborn, but that didn't mean he didn't know when he wasn't going to win.
"Going to fix the holo-projector, Master," he retorted and head back toward his original position. "Going to fix the holo-projector."
*~*~*~*~*
The tremendously long and apparent never-ending responsibilities of the day
were gone. There was nothing more anyone expected from him, and he was glad of it;
his muscles were weary and his mind was far from focused.
He needed sleep. And he needed it badly.
Entering his small, yet surprisingly orderly room, (with exception of a few spare
mechanical parts scattered in the area; he had not yet been relieved of his interest in
such things) Anakin Skywalker headed straight for a small cot that was calling his
name.
He let himself fall onto the poor excuse for a bed, not bothering to pull off his
boots. It seemed too much of an effort at the time.
A round window was open on the other side of the room, and it allowed in a
chilly wind that cut itself through Anakin's thin Padawan clothing. Shivering and
annoyed by the disturbance, he turned over to his side and tried to ignore it.
The wind wouldn't have it.
Getting up with a frustrated sigh, the young Padawan moved toward the door
and shut the open window with more force than what was needed. Slinking back to his
diminutive cot and laying down once again, he was asleep before he knew it.
*~*~*~*~*
/Anakin stood in a forest of warmth, perfection upon everything . . ./
/He wandered further into the forest, and it got darker . . . colder./
/He wanted to turn back, but there was something luring him there, something
seductive . . ./
/Darkness came swiftly, devouring the light . . ./
/Darkness came flying towards Anakin . . . /
/ . . . he ran, but it was too fast . . . /
/. . . everything turned black and cold . . ./
/. . . he was surrounded in taunting shadows of fear and hate. The shadows flew
towards him . . . he couldn't breathe! Anakin fell to his knees, grasping his throat, but
it was too much for him . . . /
/Too much . . ./
Anakin awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Quickly sitting up, his hand
instinctively felt his throat. There was nothing there to restrict him from breathing.
It was only a dream.
So cold . . .
Padawan Skywalker glanced toward the window, hoping to find it open, hoping to
find the icy wind nagging at him, hoping to find the bitter cold something of the outside
. . . not of the inside.
He looked. The window was closed.
Abandoning the phantasm of a dream for an instant, he found his tossed covers
thrown over the side of the bed from his nightmare. Groping for them in the black of
the night, he finally retrieved them and wrapped himself up within the sheets. For a
blessed moment, warmth returned from its banishment that the vision had caused.
For a blessed moment, coldness was gone.
*~*~*~*~*
The nightmares, they just won't go away! Anakin thought sourly.
They were more frequent now, more frequent ever since Anakin had finally
become more attuned to the Force. It was always the same: darkness came to take
him.
He never said anything about these nightmares to anyone. They belonged in the
deepest unknown of his soul. No one needed to know.
Needing to find some peace at the moment, Ani cleared his mind of everything.
It was harder than usual, especially after such awful dreams, but he had gotten used
to it. It had happened many times before.
Using the Jedi meditating techniques his Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had taught
him, he exhaled, dissolving most of the tension he had faced in the last hour. He could
feel his connection with the Force and such a connection brought him peace. He
smiled.
/Anakin . . ./
Anakin snapped out of his trance and glanced around the room. There was no
one else but him. Instantly, he realized that the sound was in his head. He cleared his
mind and focused on returning the hail. It wasn't difficult; he had an idea of who it
might have been.
/Obi-wan?/
Anakin, came the response, you were told not to meditate this late at night.
You are still young and are not yet experienced in blocking your thoughts and emotions
from being felt by other that are Force-sensitive. Your attempt at mediation has . . .
kept others restless.
/Don't worry, Master. It won't happen again,/ he replied, slightly grinning.
/Let's hope not./ Obi-wan's response became less serious. /You woke me up in
the middle of a good dream./
/Forgive me,/ answered Ani.
/You are forgiven. Now, go to sleep./
/Yes, Master,/ Anakin retorted to Obi-wan.
Breaking off the connection, the Jedi-to-be did as he was told.
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To be continued???
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