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I apologize for the liberties I probably take with the star wars set, battles and characters but heck am just having fun with it or my potential baroque dealing with English grammar ( it's not my first language) and for the rotten typography but there it's not my fault the site pay no heed to my own paragraph disposal!!. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
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CHAPTER 7
--Three months later.--
Noor read again the notice of her affectation on her data pad. She crossed the hangar to come into a halt in front of a massive commanding warship. "That's it," she told herself. After an uneventful week of training with her Master and several posts among the Army, she had been assigned on a Republican ship with the rank of commander. She would provide assistance to the general on board.
Aside from the praising reports on the battle of Geonosis which granted him the commission of General, she had not seen or heard of Kenobi so far. Fortunately. She straightened her immaculate black uniform jacket and boarded.
On her way to report to the Admiral, she noticed that all the rooms of the craft were functional, cramped and sterile, in a word military-- Oh joy--
She was quite unprepared for the crew stopping cold and saluting her crisply on the main deck. 'I know a few people who would have died laughing at this point. Maeve would have killed me-- she will definitely do it when I go back-- that is, if I go back--' She mused with a rueful smile trying to blend in the landscape.
"Umm let's see, vacant grin and circled eyes, I bet last night had been blissfully draining Commander!"
Noor stopped dead on her tracks, snapped her head up, her eyes wide. " I beg your--" she trailed off as she discovered the voice's rude owner.
"Gabrielle!!" she nearly shouted. After the stressful weeks of training on Coruscant and her beginnings in the military finding a friendly face was an unexpected treasure. She felt such a surge of joy and relief swell in her chest that she all but engulfed her in a fierce hug. Gabrielle had been her fellow padawan and friend all those years ago at the Temple. They just stood there in the narrow corridor grinning madly at each other.
Remembering her status and that she was running late for her meeting with the Admiral, Noor said: " I have to report, wait for me here, I shan't be long." She looked at her friend's insignia, " Jedi knight Lieutenant Commander Baron, quite a mouthful."
"You know who are our CO right?" Gabrielle called after her as she departed hastily.
"I'll find out soon enough!"
~*~
Noor moaned, her head lying on her folded arms on a cafeteria table. "I am cursed."
Gabrielle 'Elle' Baron sipped her tea rather diverted by her friend's dismay. Admiral Karr Nowl'Sinn had informed a fairly displeased Noor that she would have to serve under the orders of General Kenobi.
"Yes, that's pretty obvious. I grant you it was a bit of a nasty shock, but come on, give the poor chap a chance!"
"Somehow, I don't think that 'poor chap' is even close to describe Kenobi."
" And you suggest?" asked Gabrielle rising the cup to her lips.
" Uptight freak?"
Gabrielle shushed her, holding back a laughter. "You're his second-in- command! Watch your language."
"That's the theory, in the sad reality I am his map designer, his assistant in strategy, his optional punching bag, certainly not his second-in- command."
"You haven't even met him as a general yet! I fear that there's only you to debunk the much adulated Kenobi who already won brilliantly two crucial battles in spite of his young age." Gabrielle quoted dryly from the military reports.
"I just know him, Elle." Noor answered.
She took her time to detail her friend clad in the dark officers' uniform. She was happy to find her almost unchanged after such a long time. She had the same longest strawberry blonde hair now neatly braided up in a bun like herself, the same laughing blue-gray eyes in her round shaped face. Gabrielle was one of the few Jedi who came from Earth too. Although they came from distant places, the two little girls, respectively Irish and American, had immediately befriended and until a relatively recent time, they had managed to keep in touch secretly after Noor's departure.
"Lieutenant Commander Gabrielle Baron, 7th Squadron of the Republican Fleet. Somebody pinch me."
"Speaking of shocking visions, those ribbons make you a full Commander, no less!" Gabrielle smiled to Noor. "The whole situation bears the patented Alrahan trademark! You turn up after ten years, the Council nearly beg you to come back--"
"They dragged me back in you mean," Noor interrupted," that makes a vast difference, have you ever seen the Council beg?"
Gabrielle resumed, unfazed: "You're seen sneaking out past curfew with hot dude Kenobi in the Temple's gardens and here you are, on a war ship, a top officer of the Republican army, could be worse."
" Sneaking out past curfew with Kenobi? Oh please Elle! This is the poorest gossip I have ever heard!" Noor exclaimed, rolling her eyes, "how would you know that anyway?"
The other young woman raised a mischievous eyebrow." Nothing remains secret for long at the Temple."
"Oh great, now the whole crew will think I am sleeping with the CO!"
"You are??!!" Gabrielle asked with a ravenous expression on her face.
"No!!" Noor answered a little too forcefully, making heads turn their way.
"You're hopeless sometimes."
"That's Kenobi we are talking about!!" she said lower, considering Gabrielle as if she had suggested some lap dancing session in front of the Council.
"So? We are Jedi, not monks," she retorted before adding philosophically, "he might have a temper but there's no need to talk once the lights are off. And the man has quite a body if you want my opinion--"
"No thanks, you're sick." Noor said, appalled. "For pity's sake! We only went out in the gardens once, it was a very quiet walk and it was ages ago, end of the story."
" Ha! So the rumor was true!"
Noor paused to stare at her friend and then snapped her fingers in front of her face.
"Elle? Elle! Focus! Use your brain while reading my lips. Obi-wan Kenobi secretly dating a woman! Dating me!! Where is the logic in that, uh?"
The other woman frowned slightly. "Noor, what's wrong with the General? Why are you so enraged by him? You seem to dislike even talking about him."
"No, no. I don't mind. Only one day he's nice and open and the next one it's as if nothing had happened. He's just a blasted lunatic." she said resentfully.
"It's not exactly as if you weren't severely twisted yourself honey. Him. You. An interesting match really."
Noor gave her a look that told her exactly what she thought of her sense of humor.
"Like you didn't notice he was smart, *very* tolerably handsome, not to say drop dead gorgeous, and over six feet." Gabrielle said rather enthusiastically.
"Don't get too worked up Elle, we're only mentioning his size in general," she countered with a wicked grin. "Nevertheless, besides the fact that he hates me by now, he *also* happens to be a Jedi."
"So what? I'm a Jedi, you're a Jedi, that remains within the big family circle."
"One word, darling. Code."
" Noor, are you a human being? Do you happen to live now and then?"
"Hardly, I am an archeologist and a Jedi." She said waggling her eyebrows.
"You combine unhealthy activities."
"What about your own unhealthy activities?"
"I got engaged!!"
Noor chuckled. " As always, your choice of words is a renewed source of amazement to me."
"I'm just being lucid."
"Unlike Mr. Right. Unless he has good Jedi reflexes or at least a solid sense of humor, the next 50 years of his life will be tough."
"Oh good grief! No Jedi! Never! I've had more than my share of formal unflappable upholders of the law. He's serving in the Navy too, I went into a frenzied argumentation with the Council to be able to be with him."
Noor winced sympathetically for the Council, she knew how relentless her friend could be once she had set her mind on something. If attachment was explicitly forbidden to the padawans, it was only frowned upon once they became knights as long as it remained discreet and met no particular opposition from the Council. But it certainly never deterred the Twelve to give you a hard time about it. They monitored *all* the galactic events from the most crucial diplomatic actions to the youngest padawan's first crush.
"And he is very much in love with me, thank you!"
"Like I said that makes him very brave, not very wise," Noor said with a smirk.
"He's just--wonderful: handsome, dark curls, amazing smile--and on duty on another ship." A shadow passed on Gabrielle's face.
Noor awkwardly reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. "We're not made for all this, are we Elle?" She attempted to lighten the mood: "get a grip, you just shamelessly trampled your modern independent woman attitude."
Gabrielle made a derisive sound and narrowed her eyes at her friend. "So how's your love life? Is there anyone waiting for you on Earth? Don't try to fool me you still haven't answered this young lady."
" Well, it's very--" Noor strove to find the right word, " kenobi-esque Uncle Jeffrey."
" That flat, huh? "
They both sniggered naughtily.
"You read my mind brain mate."
" Not yet, hold on--Noor!!" she suddenly exclaimed, her eyes widened in shock, "You hunted him down in the locker room's showers?!!"
Noor's jaws dropped as she started to mumble. " No! well--I didn't mean to- I, I was really mad and he refused to--Well you know, it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience--uh no!! Not like that!!"
Elle was laughing by now and all protestations of innocence died on Noor's lips. " Wait, you didn't read my mind, did you?"
The young woman shook her head through her fit of giggles:
"Sheer lucky guess!" she managed to utter.
"Wench." Noor grumbled as she watched her friend struggle not to collapse on the floor.
They were interrupted by an announcement summoning everyone on the deck, the ship was about to take off.
*****
I apologize for the liberties I probably take with the star wars set, battles and characters but heck am just having fun with it or my potential baroque dealing with English grammar ( it's not my first language) and for the rotten typography but there it's not my fault the site pay no heed to my own paragraph disposal!!. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
*****
CHAPTER 7
--Three months later.--
Noor read again the notice of her affectation on her data pad. She crossed the hangar to come into a halt in front of a massive commanding warship. "That's it," she told herself. After an uneventful week of training with her Master and several posts among the Army, she had been assigned on a Republican ship with the rank of commander. She would provide assistance to the general on board.
Aside from the praising reports on the battle of Geonosis which granted him the commission of General, she had not seen or heard of Kenobi so far. Fortunately. She straightened her immaculate black uniform jacket and boarded.
On her way to report to the Admiral, she noticed that all the rooms of the craft were functional, cramped and sterile, in a word military-- Oh joy--
She was quite unprepared for the crew stopping cold and saluting her crisply on the main deck. 'I know a few people who would have died laughing at this point. Maeve would have killed me-- she will definitely do it when I go back-- that is, if I go back--' She mused with a rueful smile trying to blend in the landscape.
"Umm let's see, vacant grin and circled eyes, I bet last night had been blissfully draining Commander!"
Noor stopped dead on her tracks, snapped her head up, her eyes wide. " I beg your--" she trailed off as she discovered the voice's rude owner.
"Gabrielle!!" she nearly shouted. After the stressful weeks of training on Coruscant and her beginnings in the military finding a friendly face was an unexpected treasure. She felt such a surge of joy and relief swell in her chest that she all but engulfed her in a fierce hug. Gabrielle had been her fellow padawan and friend all those years ago at the Temple. They just stood there in the narrow corridor grinning madly at each other.
Remembering her status and that she was running late for her meeting with the Admiral, Noor said: " I have to report, wait for me here, I shan't be long." She looked at her friend's insignia, " Jedi knight Lieutenant Commander Baron, quite a mouthful."
"You know who are our CO right?" Gabrielle called after her as she departed hastily.
"I'll find out soon enough!"
~*~
Noor moaned, her head lying on her folded arms on a cafeteria table. "I am cursed."
Gabrielle 'Elle' Baron sipped her tea rather diverted by her friend's dismay. Admiral Karr Nowl'Sinn had informed a fairly displeased Noor that she would have to serve under the orders of General Kenobi.
"Yes, that's pretty obvious. I grant you it was a bit of a nasty shock, but come on, give the poor chap a chance!"
"Somehow, I don't think that 'poor chap' is even close to describe Kenobi."
" And you suggest?" asked Gabrielle rising the cup to her lips.
" Uptight freak?"
Gabrielle shushed her, holding back a laughter. "You're his second-in- command! Watch your language."
"That's the theory, in the sad reality I am his map designer, his assistant in strategy, his optional punching bag, certainly not his second-in- command."
"You haven't even met him as a general yet! I fear that there's only you to debunk the much adulated Kenobi who already won brilliantly two crucial battles in spite of his young age." Gabrielle quoted dryly from the military reports.
"I just know him, Elle." Noor answered.
She took her time to detail her friend clad in the dark officers' uniform. She was happy to find her almost unchanged after such a long time. She had the same longest strawberry blonde hair now neatly braided up in a bun like herself, the same laughing blue-gray eyes in her round shaped face. Gabrielle was one of the few Jedi who came from Earth too. Although they came from distant places, the two little girls, respectively Irish and American, had immediately befriended and until a relatively recent time, they had managed to keep in touch secretly after Noor's departure.
"Lieutenant Commander Gabrielle Baron, 7th Squadron of the Republican Fleet. Somebody pinch me."
"Speaking of shocking visions, those ribbons make you a full Commander, no less!" Gabrielle smiled to Noor. "The whole situation bears the patented Alrahan trademark! You turn up after ten years, the Council nearly beg you to come back--"
"They dragged me back in you mean," Noor interrupted," that makes a vast difference, have you ever seen the Council beg?"
Gabrielle resumed, unfazed: "You're seen sneaking out past curfew with hot dude Kenobi in the Temple's gardens and here you are, on a war ship, a top officer of the Republican army, could be worse."
" Sneaking out past curfew with Kenobi? Oh please Elle! This is the poorest gossip I have ever heard!" Noor exclaimed, rolling her eyes, "how would you know that anyway?"
The other young woman raised a mischievous eyebrow." Nothing remains secret for long at the Temple."
"Oh great, now the whole crew will think I am sleeping with the CO!"
"You are??!!" Gabrielle asked with a ravenous expression on her face.
"No!!" Noor answered a little too forcefully, making heads turn their way.
"You're hopeless sometimes."
"That's Kenobi we are talking about!!" she said lower, considering Gabrielle as if she had suggested some lap dancing session in front of the Council.
"So? We are Jedi, not monks," she retorted before adding philosophically, "he might have a temper but there's no need to talk once the lights are off. And the man has quite a body if you want my opinion--"
"No thanks, you're sick." Noor said, appalled. "For pity's sake! We only went out in the gardens once, it was a very quiet walk and it was ages ago, end of the story."
" Ha! So the rumor was true!"
Noor paused to stare at her friend and then snapped her fingers in front of her face.
"Elle? Elle! Focus! Use your brain while reading my lips. Obi-wan Kenobi secretly dating a woman! Dating me!! Where is the logic in that, uh?"
The other woman frowned slightly. "Noor, what's wrong with the General? Why are you so enraged by him? You seem to dislike even talking about him."
"No, no. I don't mind. Only one day he's nice and open and the next one it's as if nothing had happened. He's just a blasted lunatic." she said resentfully.
"It's not exactly as if you weren't severely twisted yourself honey. Him. You. An interesting match really."
Noor gave her a look that told her exactly what she thought of her sense of humor.
"Like you didn't notice he was smart, *very* tolerably handsome, not to say drop dead gorgeous, and over six feet." Gabrielle said rather enthusiastically.
"Don't get too worked up Elle, we're only mentioning his size in general," she countered with a wicked grin. "Nevertheless, besides the fact that he hates me by now, he *also* happens to be a Jedi."
"So what? I'm a Jedi, you're a Jedi, that remains within the big family circle."
"One word, darling. Code."
" Noor, are you a human being? Do you happen to live now and then?"
"Hardly, I am an archeologist and a Jedi." She said waggling her eyebrows.
"You combine unhealthy activities."
"What about your own unhealthy activities?"
"I got engaged!!"
Noor chuckled. " As always, your choice of words is a renewed source of amazement to me."
"I'm just being lucid."
"Unlike Mr. Right. Unless he has good Jedi reflexes or at least a solid sense of humor, the next 50 years of his life will be tough."
"Oh good grief! No Jedi! Never! I've had more than my share of formal unflappable upholders of the law. He's serving in the Navy too, I went into a frenzied argumentation with the Council to be able to be with him."
Noor winced sympathetically for the Council, she knew how relentless her friend could be once she had set her mind on something. If attachment was explicitly forbidden to the padawans, it was only frowned upon once they became knights as long as it remained discreet and met no particular opposition from the Council. But it certainly never deterred the Twelve to give you a hard time about it. They monitored *all* the galactic events from the most crucial diplomatic actions to the youngest padawan's first crush.
"And he is very much in love with me, thank you!"
"Like I said that makes him very brave, not very wise," Noor said with a smirk.
"He's just--wonderful: handsome, dark curls, amazing smile--and on duty on another ship." A shadow passed on Gabrielle's face.
Noor awkwardly reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. "We're not made for all this, are we Elle?" She attempted to lighten the mood: "get a grip, you just shamelessly trampled your modern independent woman attitude."
Gabrielle made a derisive sound and narrowed her eyes at her friend. "So how's your love life? Is there anyone waiting for you on Earth? Don't try to fool me you still haven't answered this young lady."
" Well, it's very--" Noor strove to find the right word, " kenobi-esque Uncle Jeffrey."
" That flat, huh? "
They both sniggered naughtily.
"You read my mind brain mate."
" Not yet, hold on--Noor!!" she suddenly exclaimed, her eyes widened in shock, "You hunted him down in the locker room's showers?!!"
Noor's jaws dropped as she started to mumble. " No! well--I didn't mean to- I, I was really mad and he refused to--Well you know, it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience--uh no!! Not like that!!"
Elle was laughing by now and all protestations of innocence died on Noor's lips. " Wait, you didn't read my mind, did you?"
The young woman shook her head through her fit of giggles:
"Sheer lucky guess!" she managed to utter.
"Wench." Noor grumbled as she watched her friend struggle not to collapse on the floor.
They were interrupted by an announcement summoning everyone on the deck, the ship was about to take off.
*****