Here's the second chapter for today. ENJOY!!!! : D
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Yesterday's a Dream
"Master!" The young Padawan called. A tall woman with light mocha skin turned in response, her headdress flopped at the quick movement.
As the girl came to stand in front of the frowning Master, Adi questioned sternly, "Where have you been? I have been searching everywhere for you."
"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to cause you to worry." Siri said with little remorse as her mind was set on other goals. "But I need your help."
"Help? You have just returned. What could you possibly need help on?" The Council Member began walking through the halls toward her original destination. Siri hopped along side of her.
"I've met someone and he needs our help. We must help him. Please, Master." She insisted. Adi paused to regard her apprentice.
Finally, she asked calmly, "Has this person requested Jedi intervention?"
Taken aback by the question, Siri stumbled on her answer, "N-no. In fact, he wanted me to leave." Then she realized what the question implied. "But that doesn't mean we should leave him to suffer. We need to get him out of there. They'll kill him someday."
Adi placed a sympathetic hand on the girl's shoulder, "Siri, you are young and passionate, but even you must understand we can not save every soul that suffers. We are only permitted to intervene when asked. If he has not made such a request, than no matter how much you want to aid him, we cannot. I'm Sorry Padawan."
Frustrated, Siri just stood rigidly in front of the calm Master. The girl said nothing in response to her Master's indignation. Sighing Adi continued, "You must calm yourself. Go back to our room and meditate. I will be along shortly for the evening meal. But first, I must meet with Master Qui-Gon so we can discuss the judging for the Tournament." With those instructions said, Adi turned and continued down the hall.
Siri remained still in the hall for a moment longer. Quietly, she declared, "Tomorrow I will make sure he asks. I will not let this injustice to continue." Turning on her heel, she stormed off toward their shared apartments to attempt the orders given her, but she seriously doubted that mediation would help.
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After circling the condoned on last time, the foul man stopped, sizing the boy up. A wicked smile creased his lips. "Since my previous punishment had no effect, we shall have to try a different method. Come with me." Walking out of the dining room, the regal figure moved through the halls.
Obi-Wan followed obediently, he had just returned from removing the dishes when his stepfather decided that the punishment should be given before he could clean them. He hoped that it would not take long, as he still planned on meeting the Jedi Padawan tomorrow. He also hoped that he would be physically able to meet the girl, as he stepfather had always favoured corporal punishment.
As they moved through the house, Obi-Wan was surprised to find that they were headed for the small garden along side their home. He had taken it upon himself to take care of the small park, as it was his mother's favourite area. They had often come out to play amidst the greenery and gaze up at the stars. Sorrow and pity slowly worked their way through the youth as he realized that those days were long gone. Suddenly, he glanced around to comprehend where they were going, when finally it struck him. He stopped instantly.
Palpatine sensed the boy's halt and turned to address him, "Come here boy. Or I could make it worse."
Reluctantly, Obi-Wan drew closer to the back corner of the enclave. Palpatine came to stand in front of a small metal hut. The little shed used to house the gardening droid before it was sold, at least 3 years ago. Since then the little hut had been vacant and unused. Appalled, Obi-Wan could not believe that his stepfather intended on using it now, but he most assuredly could sense that that was the intention.
Palpatine's wicked smile returned as he accessed the lock and opened the hovel. "Get in," he commanded.
Stunned, Obi-Wan could not move, his voice wavered as he stared into the dark opening, "M-my lo-lord?"
"Since my other tactics have not improved your obedience, I realized that I need to use better motives. Now, we can make this simple, or please do make this difficult," provoked the Senator.
"My lord, please, don't make me go in there. I can't." Obi-Wan could not hide his fear, the closets that he had been forced to sleep in at times were small enough for him to deal with. At this moment those little cupboards were vast luxurious rooms in comparison. He could feel his heart racing, pounding in his chest, his breathing came in hitched shallow gasps. Pleadingly, he gazed at his stepfather, and could not see even the slightest hint of compassion.
The mocking smile transformed into a hideous grimace, and again the cruel man commanded, "Get in."
Forcing his limbs to move, Obi-Wan crept closer to the entry of the void. Swallowing hard, he bent to fit inside, a hand pressed into his back and pushed him in. The door slammed shut behind him and he could hear the disparagement laugher fade as his stepfather left him.
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Just remember, it's always darkest before the storm. It must get worse before it gets better. And other such words of advise. Just bare with me for another chapter or two and I promise, things might start looking up for our boy! : ) Oh, and DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!! PLEASE?!?! Please? I'll beg for reviews and you cn beg for more chapters. Deal?
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Yesterday's a Dream
"Master!" The young Padawan called. A tall woman with light mocha skin turned in response, her headdress flopped at the quick movement.
As the girl came to stand in front of the frowning Master, Adi questioned sternly, "Where have you been? I have been searching everywhere for you."
"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to cause you to worry." Siri said with little remorse as her mind was set on other goals. "But I need your help."
"Help? You have just returned. What could you possibly need help on?" The Council Member began walking through the halls toward her original destination. Siri hopped along side of her.
"I've met someone and he needs our help. We must help him. Please, Master." She insisted. Adi paused to regard her apprentice.
Finally, she asked calmly, "Has this person requested Jedi intervention?"
Taken aback by the question, Siri stumbled on her answer, "N-no. In fact, he wanted me to leave." Then she realized what the question implied. "But that doesn't mean we should leave him to suffer. We need to get him out of there. They'll kill him someday."
Adi placed a sympathetic hand on the girl's shoulder, "Siri, you are young and passionate, but even you must understand we can not save every soul that suffers. We are only permitted to intervene when asked. If he has not made such a request, than no matter how much you want to aid him, we cannot. I'm Sorry Padawan."
Frustrated, Siri just stood rigidly in front of the calm Master. The girl said nothing in response to her Master's indignation. Sighing Adi continued, "You must calm yourself. Go back to our room and meditate. I will be along shortly for the evening meal. But first, I must meet with Master Qui-Gon so we can discuss the judging for the Tournament." With those instructions said, Adi turned and continued down the hall.
Siri remained still in the hall for a moment longer. Quietly, she declared, "Tomorrow I will make sure he asks. I will not let this injustice to continue." Turning on her heel, she stormed off toward their shared apartments to attempt the orders given her, but she seriously doubted that mediation would help.
***
After circling the condoned on last time, the foul man stopped, sizing the boy up. A wicked smile creased his lips. "Since my previous punishment had no effect, we shall have to try a different method. Come with me." Walking out of the dining room, the regal figure moved through the halls.
Obi-Wan followed obediently, he had just returned from removing the dishes when his stepfather decided that the punishment should be given before he could clean them. He hoped that it would not take long, as he still planned on meeting the Jedi Padawan tomorrow. He also hoped that he would be physically able to meet the girl, as he stepfather had always favoured corporal punishment.
As they moved through the house, Obi-Wan was surprised to find that they were headed for the small garden along side their home. He had taken it upon himself to take care of the small park, as it was his mother's favourite area. They had often come out to play amidst the greenery and gaze up at the stars. Sorrow and pity slowly worked their way through the youth as he realized that those days were long gone. Suddenly, he glanced around to comprehend where they were going, when finally it struck him. He stopped instantly.
Palpatine sensed the boy's halt and turned to address him, "Come here boy. Or I could make it worse."
Reluctantly, Obi-Wan drew closer to the back corner of the enclave. Palpatine came to stand in front of a small metal hut. The little shed used to house the gardening droid before it was sold, at least 3 years ago. Since then the little hut had been vacant and unused. Appalled, Obi-Wan could not believe that his stepfather intended on using it now, but he most assuredly could sense that that was the intention.
Palpatine's wicked smile returned as he accessed the lock and opened the hovel. "Get in," he commanded.
Stunned, Obi-Wan could not move, his voice wavered as he stared into the dark opening, "M-my lo-lord?"
"Since my other tactics have not improved your obedience, I realized that I need to use better motives. Now, we can make this simple, or please do make this difficult," provoked the Senator.
"My lord, please, don't make me go in there. I can't." Obi-Wan could not hide his fear, the closets that he had been forced to sleep in at times were small enough for him to deal with. At this moment those little cupboards were vast luxurious rooms in comparison. He could feel his heart racing, pounding in his chest, his breathing came in hitched shallow gasps. Pleadingly, he gazed at his stepfather, and could not see even the slightest hint of compassion.
The mocking smile transformed into a hideous grimace, and again the cruel man commanded, "Get in."
Forcing his limbs to move, Obi-Wan crept closer to the entry of the void. Swallowing hard, he bent to fit inside, a hand pressed into his back and pushed him in. The door slammed shut behind him and he could hear the disparagement laugher fade as his stepfather left him.
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Just remember, it's always darkest before the storm. It must get worse before it gets better. And other such words of advise. Just bare with me for another chapter or two and I promise, things might start looking up for our boy! : ) Oh, and DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!! PLEASE?!?! Please? I'll beg for reviews and you cn beg for more chapters. Deal?