Title: Imprint
Author: Ginny Powell
Rating: R, for violence (maybe only PG-13)
Setting: Hard to say. You'll see why.
Archive: Sure, just tell me.
Feedback: Of course! wmginnypowell@yahoo.com
Also available at my website: http://www.geocities.com/wmginnypowell/swtpm.html
Disclaimer: I don't own the ones you know, and who would want the rest?
Summary: Obi-Wan enters the Twilight Zone
Prologue
General Obi-Wan Kenobi woke up feeling great. Which was strange; usually the
aches and pains of much-used muscles and joints were at their worst first thing
in the morning. Nothing a good stretch and a little exercise wouldn't relieve.
But that wouldn't be necessary today. With a gleeful smile, Obi-Wan sat up,
reveling in the litheness of his back, and reached for the wall panel beside his
bed to turn on the lights.
Only it wasn't there.
Suddenly cautious, Obi-Wan let his hand slowly travel over the wall as far as he
could reach. It felt like stone, cool and slightly rough to the touch.
Completely unlike the plascrete of his Temple quarters. And now that he thought
of it, the bed coverings felt unusually heavy. It all added up to one
conclusion.
He was not where he was supposed to be.
Hesitant to move lest he set off some sort of alarm before he was ready to
defend himself, he became very still. Closing his eyes, oblivious to the fact
that it was already pitch black in the room, he let his mind settle into that
gentle rhythm that was the Force, becoming one with it.
But it was not there. He could detect no Force signatures, feel no presences,
good or ill. It was as though a limb had been ripped from his body, the sense
of loss at the realization was so great. His eyes flew open to stare wildly and
uselessly about the room. For perhaps the first time in his life, Obi-Wan
Kenobi felt real fear.
Something was very, very wrong.
Author: Ginny Powell
Rating: R, for violence (maybe only PG-13)
Setting: Hard to say. You'll see why.
Archive: Sure, just tell me.
Feedback: Of course! wmginnypowell@yahoo.com
Also available at my website: http://www.geocities.com/wmginnypowell/swtpm.html
Disclaimer: I don't own the ones you know, and who would want the rest?
Summary: Obi-Wan enters the Twilight Zone
Prologue
General Obi-Wan Kenobi woke up feeling great. Which was strange; usually the
aches and pains of much-used muscles and joints were at their worst first thing
in the morning. Nothing a good stretch and a little exercise wouldn't relieve.
But that wouldn't be necessary today. With a gleeful smile, Obi-Wan sat up,
reveling in the litheness of his back, and reached for the wall panel beside his
bed to turn on the lights.
Only it wasn't there.
Suddenly cautious, Obi-Wan let his hand slowly travel over the wall as far as he
could reach. It felt like stone, cool and slightly rough to the touch.
Completely unlike the plascrete of his Temple quarters. And now that he thought
of it, the bed coverings felt unusually heavy. It all added up to one
conclusion.
He was not where he was supposed to be.
Hesitant to move lest he set off some sort of alarm before he was ready to
defend himself, he became very still. Closing his eyes, oblivious to the fact
that it was already pitch black in the room, he let his mind settle into that
gentle rhythm that was the Force, becoming one with it.
But it was not there. He could detect no Force signatures, feel no presences,
good or ill. It was as though a limb had been ripped from his body, the sense
of loss at the realization was so great. His eyes flew open to stare wildly and
uselessly about the room. For perhaps the first time in his life, Obi-Wan
Kenobi felt real fear.
Something was very, very wrong.