The Story Line: You know how, in TPM, Obi-Wan and Sabe (in the Queen's garb) spend ALL that time on the Royal Starship together? Yeah. Well, I got this idea in my head, see: Sabe is in my age range, therefore we would have somewhat similar thoughts…and, well, you'll get the idea soon enough…
Disclaimers: I own nada, I just got really, really bored and am slightly obsessed / possessed right now. I own no characters (I'd like to own Obi-Wan, but that's a different story), etc. Not making any money either, although that would be nice too, but anyway…
Setting: Royal Starship, told from Sabe's point of view
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I - am so - bored. I've been sitting on this ship, in this stuffy headdress and gown, for hours now. Nobody is talking or moving in this throne room. The walls are closing in and suffocating me. That's it! I'm out of here!
"Your Highness?"
"I'm going to walk around the ship, Panaka, I can't sit here anymore. No, don't follow me, I want to be on my own."
Wow it feels good to move around. Now where do I go? The cockpit, maybe. Yeah, let's see what's going on in there. Dooby dooby doo. Hey, there's Ric, I could talk to him. And there's the Padawan, why is he always frowning? He looks bored too, maybe I can talk to him. Damn this dress.
"Are you bored?" what a perfect conversation starter, Sabe.
"Hmm?"
Force! He's gorgeous! Whoa, suddenly this dress is a whole lot hotter. Okay, control yourself Sabe, just smile and repeat the question. Ack! My throat is dry.
"Um, are you bored?" Oh yes, stutter, that's the perfect way to grab his attention. Yes! I got him to smile! And what a beautiful smile it is, o my, my knees are wobbly. Sit down, Sabe, before you make a fool of yourself. Yes, good, you can do this, right.
"To be honest, yes, your Highness."
"Oh, no, I'm not-" Wait, let me lean in closer, I should keep this on the down low, "I'm not the Queen, I'm her decoy. But, uh, you don't know that," Yes! I managed a wink! Go me! "so you can keep calling me 'your Highness' if you like," Force help me, he smells good. And those lips…those, perfect, lips…ok Sabe, sit up before your drool drips on him.
"Certainly, your Highness."
Another smile! He is so hot. Look at those eyes, the clearest blue, they're smiling at me- or maybe that's the lack of oxygen going to my brain- breathe Sabe! But still, there is something devious behind them. No, no, don't giggle! Ack! I can't stop! Good thing my face is painted white because I'm positive I must be blushing. Breathe, breathe, breathe! Stop giggling like an idiot! Now he's laughing too, great, I'll never be able to stop now. Okay, just keep talking, that will make me stop.
"So, um, tell me about yourself," yes, please do, you divine male specimen, "what do you do with your free time?"
"I don't have much, I'm afraid. I'm always training, meditating, or on a mission like this one."
He has the most beautiful speech pattern - I have ever heard - in my entire life. That little freckle on his cheek is absolutely adorable. His hair, so fuzzy, it must be soft to the touch…
"Oh, is the training difficult?"
"It is rather rigorous, yes, lots of teras kasi practice and lightsaber techniques; quite a workout."
Hmm, him- working out- in workout clothing- sweating- breathing hard…I think I'm going to faint. No, no, just keep talking.
"Have you been in many battles?"
*Beep* What the hell is that? It's coming from his robe, he's beeping. Oh wait, it's his com link. Sith, something's interrupting our conversation. Aw, no, he's back to frowning. Crud.
"I've got to go down and check on the generator, would you care to come with me?"
"Sure," He's inviting me to come with him! That means he likes me! Follow him, Sabe! I must be beaming like a moron, but I couldn't care less, he likes me! Uh oh, stairs. Stairs and this dress do not mix. Ok Sabe, slowly and carefully…Yikes!
"Ah!"
Wow, he caught me before I had even begun to fall. He's holding me in his arms, by the Force, he's warm. Don't let go, don't let go…
"Are you alright?"
I can tell he's fighting laughter. Sabe, you klutz, "Um, yes, I'm fine, thank you for catching me," he's letting go! No! Sith! What I wouldn't give to be back in that position. Hey, this is the generator room. We're alone, wonderful.
"I wonder how long it will be until your Master comes back with a new one."
"From the way he sounded over the com, quite some time."
Good, that gives me more time with you, handsome. I've got to get closer to him. There we go, now I can gaze in peace.
"Sooooooo, got a girlfriend?" Uh oh, that was the wrong question. He just bolted straight up. Don't look at me like that, I'm sorry! Wait- phew! He smiled, good.
"No, not at the moment," Yes! Yes! Music to my ears! "Why do you ask?" Oh Sith.
"Well, um," Nice mess you've gotten yourself into, Sabe. How am I going to answer him? "How can I put this? Um," Oh, screw it! Those perfect lips are just asking to be kissed!
Tada! You like? Shall I continue the story? Yes? No? Lemme know!
Disclaimers: I own nada, I just got really, really bored and am slightly obsessed / possessed right now. I own no characters (I'd like to own Obi-Wan, but that's a different story), etc. Not making any money either, although that would be nice too, but anyway…
Setting: Royal Starship, told from Sabe's point of view
********************************
I - am so - bored. I've been sitting on this ship, in this stuffy headdress and gown, for hours now. Nobody is talking or moving in this throne room. The walls are closing in and suffocating me. That's it! I'm out of here!
"Your Highness?"
"I'm going to walk around the ship, Panaka, I can't sit here anymore. No, don't follow me, I want to be on my own."
Wow it feels good to move around. Now where do I go? The cockpit, maybe. Yeah, let's see what's going on in there. Dooby dooby doo. Hey, there's Ric, I could talk to him. And there's the Padawan, why is he always frowning? He looks bored too, maybe I can talk to him. Damn this dress.
"Are you bored?" what a perfect conversation starter, Sabe.
"Hmm?"
Force! He's gorgeous! Whoa, suddenly this dress is a whole lot hotter. Okay, control yourself Sabe, just smile and repeat the question. Ack! My throat is dry.
"Um, are you bored?" Oh yes, stutter, that's the perfect way to grab his attention. Yes! I got him to smile! And what a beautiful smile it is, o my, my knees are wobbly. Sit down, Sabe, before you make a fool of yourself. Yes, good, you can do this, right.
"To be honest, yes, your Highness."
"Oh, no, I'm not-" Wait, let me lean in closer, I should keep this on the down low, "I'm not the Queen, I'm her decoy. But, uh, you don't know that," Yes! I managed a wink! Go me! "so you can keep calling me 'your Highness' if you like," Force help me, he smells good. And those lips…those, perfect, lips…ok Sabe, sit up before your drool drips on him.
"Certainly, your Highness."
Another smile! He is so hot. Look at those eyes, the clearest blue, they're smiling at me- or maybe that's the lack of oxygen going to my brain- breathe Sabe! But still, there is something devious behind them. No, no, don't giggle! Ack! I can't stop! Good thing my face is painted white because I'm positive I must be blushing. Breathe, breathe, breathe! Stop giggling like an idiot! Now he's laughing too, great, I'll never be able to stop now. Okay, just keep talking, that will make me stop.
"So, um, tell me about yourself," yes, please do, you divine male specimen, "what do you do with your free time?"
"I don't have much, I'm afraid. I'm always training, meditating, or on a mission like this one."
He has the most beautiful speech pattern - I have ever heard - in my entire life. That little freckle on his cheek is absolutely adorable. His hair, so fuzzy, it must be soft to the touch…
"Oh, is the training difficult?"
"It is rather rigorous, yes, lots of teras kasi practice and lightsaber techniques; quite a workout."
Hmm, him- working out- in workout clothing- sweating- breathing hard…I think I'm going to faint. No, no, just keep talking.
"Have you been in many battles?"
*Beep* What the hell is that? It's coming from his robe, he's beeping. Oh wait, it's his com link. Sith, something's interrupting our conversation. Aw, no, he's back to frowning. Crud.
"I've got to go down and check on the generator, would you care to come with me?"
"Sure," He's inviting me to come with him! That means he likes me! Follow him, Sabe! I must be beaming like a moron, but I couldn't care less, he likes me! Uh oh, stairs. Stairs and this dress do not mix. Ok Sabe, slowly and carefully…Yikes!
"Ah!"
Wow, he caught me before I had even begun to fall. He's holding me in his arms, by the Force, he's warm. Don't let go, don't let go…
"Are you alright?"
I can tell he's fighting laughter. Sabe, you klutz, "Um, yes, I'm fine, thank you for catching me," he's letting go! No! Sith! What I wouldn't give to be back in that position. Hey, this is the generator room. We're alone, wonderful.
"I wonder how long it will be until your Master comes back with a new one."
"From the way he sounded over the com, quite some time."
Good, that gives me more time with you, handsome. I've got to get closer to him. There we go, now I can gaze in peace.
"Sooooooo, got a girlfriend?" Uh oh, that was the wrong question. He just bolted straight up. Don't look at me like that, I'm sorry! Wait- phew! He smiled, good.
"No, not at the moment," Yes! Yes! Music to my ears! "Why do you ask?" Oh Sith.
"Well, um," Nice mess you've gotten yourself into, Sabe. How am I going to answer him? "How can I put this? Um," Oh, screw it! Those perfect lips are just asking to be kissed!
Tada! You like? Shall I continue the story? Yes? No? Lemme know!