For Love of a Knight
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own most of the Jedi Knights/Masters/Padawans, but MOST of the Lumerians are mine. Lumeria and everything that does not belong to the Temple are my devising. The Jedi and the Temple, and Coruscant all belong to the High and Mighty Mr. George Lucas. I am not making any money offen disen (sorry, a little Gungan speak: I just watched Phantom Menace), so I can't be sued. . .right?
RATING: PG-13 Mostly for language, although things may be implied later which would not allow me a PG rating. IMPLIED mind you, nothing detailed. Implied. Take it as you will.
REVIEWS: Yes, please do!
SUMMARY: Shortly after the death of his Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi begins training Anakin Skywalker. Obviously. A mission to the planet Lumeria reveals things about Obi-Wan's past and future that he never dreamed of. Will his faith in the Force and the Order help him through? Or will the fate of the universe be changed. . .forever?
The twenty-five-year-old man had something few attendees to bars can ever hope to achieve: A table to himself. This young man was of an occupation the members of which you'd never expect to see in a bar. Because of his unusual occupation, he was given a wide berth out of respect and, in some cases, fear.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a Jedi Knight. . .and hopelessly drunk. He just returned to Coruscant from Naboo two days ago. He'd been dragged back from the bar many times in those two days before he could hurt himself or anyone else. A drunk, armed Jedi Knight was something no one should have to deal with.
Of course, it wasn't like a Jedi Knight to get like this. Obi-Wan, however, had what was, to his mind, a damned good reason. His beloved Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had just been ruthlessly, brutally murdered right before his eyes by an evil Sith Lord, whom Obi-Wan had killed later. Obi- Wan, at the time Qui-Gon had been stabbed, had been capable only of watching and screaming a desperate denial. Qui-Gon hadn't died when the lightsaber of the Sith had struck him through, either. No, he had made a final request of Obi-Wan and died in his arms. That hadn't improved Obi- Wan's mood much.
Obi-Wan knew he should set to fulfilling Qui-Gon's dying request, training exceptionally gifted and talented Anakin Skywalker, but the pain was still too close to Obi-Wan, still too fresh. He knew Qui-Gon's death hadn't been his fault, but Obi-Wan still felt responsible. He kept going through everything that had happened in that battle, kept going over what he could have, should have done differently. Alcohol, for some reason that was a mystery to the young Knight, helped to drown his sorrow. So Obi-Wan drowned his sorrow to the point where he couldn't feel it anymore. In fact, at the point where he was, he couldn't feel anything.
The thing about Jedi is they are especially prone to alcohol, not indulging very often. When a Jedi takes more than two or three drinks, they are immediately drunk. The alcohol started playing with the Jedi's system at about ten drinks. No one knew what happened when a Jedi had more than ten. Both the previous nights, Obi-Wan had been taken back to the Temple before he could reach ten. Tonight, however, he had hit about twenty. It seemed that Obi-Wan would see what happened when a Jedi breached ten.
Lessa Solarem stepped into the Silver Dollar bar and groaned. She'd have her work cut out for her tonight! She was twenty-three, 5'8", with black hair and sapphire eyes. She was also a Jedi Knight. She'd been sent here to bring home a Jedi Knight named Obi-Wan Kenobi. It was obvious which one he was. She'd been warned it wouldn't be easy. She hadn't expected anything like this. Now how was this going to work?
Ignoring all the appreciative glances and cat-calls directed at her, she made her way to the Knight. "Uh. . .Jedi Kenobi?" she said softly. No answer. "Uh. . .The, uh. . .the Council sent me to bring you home." No answer. "We should leave now." The man groaned, and Lessa sighed. He's kinda cute! she thought. Wait, I shouldn't be thinking that. Inappropriate for a Knight! I should be thinking of a way to get him out of here.
She became aware of stares in their direction. Glaring around, she demanded, "What are you all looking at? Go back to your drinks."
Sighing again, she lifted the drunken Knight, using the Force that was so near to all Jedi, and helped him out. Once on the street, she called an air taxi and had the driver take them to the temple. She carried her unconscious charge in and hailed her friend, fellow Knight Luminara Unduli, to help.
Laughing and talking, the two carried the Knight up to the rooms Jedi Master Mace Windu had instructed her to take him to. "What happened?" Luminara asked upon reaching their destination.
"He's dead drunk," Lessa replied. "He must have had at least fifteen by the time I got there."
"Oh.Why you?"
"Face it, I'm the best damn healer they've got and this guy is going to have one hell of a headache when he wakes up. He's got a Padawan, the Chosen One, I've heard."
"No way! Anyway, speaking of Padawans, I have to get to my own. Good luck!"
"Thanks, I'll need it." Luminara left the room and Lessa sat down to wait.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own most of the Jedi Knights/Masters/Padawans, but MOST of the Lumerians are mine. Lumeria and everything that does not belong to the Temple are my devising. The Jedi and the Temple, and Coruscant all belong to the High and Mighty Mr. George Lucas. I am not making any money offen disen (sorry, a little Gungan speak: I just watched Phantom Menace), so I can't be sued. . .right?
RATING: PG-13 Mostly for language, although things may be implied later which would not allow me a PG rating. IMPLIED mind you, nothing detailed. Implied. Take it as you will.
REVIEWS: Yes, please do!
SUMMARY: Shortly after the death of his Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi begins training Anakin Skywalker. Obviously. A mission to the planet Lumeria reveals things about Obi-Wan's past and future that he never dreamed of. Will his faith in the Force and the Order help him through? Or will the fate of the universe be changed. . .forever?
The twenty-five-year-old man had something few attendees to bars can ever hope to achieve: A table to himself. This young man was of an occupation the members of which you'd never expect to see in a bar. Because of his unusual occupation, he was given a wide berth out of respect and, in some cases, fear.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a Jedi Knight. . .and hopelessly drunk. He just returned to Coruscant from Naboo two days ago. He'd been dragged back from the bar many times in those two days before he could hurt himself or anyone else. A drunk, armed Jedi Knight was something no one should have to deal with.
Of course, it wasn't like a Jedi Knight to get like this. Obi-Wan, however, had what was, to his mind, a damned good reason. His beloved Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had just been ruthlessly, brutally murdered right before his eyes by an evil Sith Lord, whom Obi-Wan had killed later. Obi- Wan, at the time Qui-Gon had been stabbed, had been capable only of watching and screaming a desperate denial. Qui-Gon hadn't died when the lightsaber of the Sith had struck him through, either. No, he had made a final request of Obi-Wan and died in his arms. That hadn't improved Obi- Wan's mood much.
Obi-Wan knew he should set to fulfilling Qui-Gon's dying request, training exceptionally gifted and talented Anakin Skywalker, but the pain was still too close to Obi-Wan, still too fresh. He knew Qui-Gon's death hadn't been his fault, but Obi-Wan still felt responsible. He kept going through everything that had happened in that battle, kept going over what he could have, should have done differently. Alcohol, for some reason that was a mystery to the young Knight, helped to drown his sorrow. So Obi-Wan drowned his sorrow to the point where he couldn't feel it anymore. In fact, at the point where he was, he couldn't feel anything.
The thing about Jedi is they are especially prone to alcohol, not indulging very often. When a Jedi takes more than two or three drinks, they are immediately drunk. The alcohol started playing with the Jedi's system at about ten drinks. No one knew what happened when a Jedi had more than ten. Both the previous nights, Obi-Wan had been taken back to the Temple before he could reach ten. Tonight, however, he had hit about twenty. It seemed that Obi-Wan would see what happened when a Jedi breached ten.
Lessa Solarem stepped into the Silver Dollar bar and groaned. She'd have her work cut out for her tonight! She was twenty-three, 5'8", with black hair and sapphire eyes. She was also a Jedi Knight. She'd been sent here to bring home a Jedi Knight named Obi-Wan Kenobi. It was obvious which one he was. She'd been warned it wouldn't be easy. She hadn't expected anything like this. Now how was this going to work?
Ignoring all the appreciative glances and cat-calls directed at her, she made her way to the Knight. "Uh. . .Jedi Kenobi?" she said softly. No answer. "Uh. . .The, uh. . .the Council sent me to bring you home." No answer. "We should leave now." The man groaned, and Lessa sighed. He's kinda cute! she thought. Wait, I shouldn't be thinking that. Inappropriate for a Knight! I should be thinking of a way to get him out of here.
She became aware of stares in their direction. Glaring around, she demanded, "What are you all looking at? Go back to your drinks."
Sighing again, she lifted the drunken Knight, using the Force that was so near to all Jedi, and helped him out. Once on the street, she called an air taxi and had the driver take them to the temple. She carried her unconscious charge in and hailed her friend, fellow Knight Luminara Unduli, to help.
Laughing and talking, the two carried the Knight up to the rooms Jedi Master Mace Windu had instructed her to take him to. "What happened?" Luminara asked upon reaching their destination.
"He's dead drunk," Lessa replied. "He must have had at least fifteen by the time I got there."
"Oh.Why you?"
"Face it, I'm the best damn healer they've got and this guy is going to have one hell of a headache when he wakes up. He's got a Padawan, the Chosen One, I've heard."
"No way! Anyway, speaking of Padawans, I have to get to my own. Good luck!"
"Thanks, I'll need it." Luminara left the room and Lessa sat down to wait.