The untold story Ch3
Again the same rules apply.we don't own Star Wars or any recognizable characters, cause they all belong to Mr. Lucas.damn..
Ummm.I guess the ratings still Pg13...I really don't see it going up any time soon.
Thanks to anyone, and everyone who reviews. You make our day!
BTW, thanks for letting me know about the last chapter Realbluelightsaber, I went back, and tried to figure out what the hell I'd done, and how I messed up, but...I can't figure out what I did wrong. I'm still getting the hang of this whole thing. Originally, this whole story was written as one big block, and now I'm having a tough time trying to break it up into sizable chapters! I'll figure it out soon.I hope..~sweatdrops~
------ Desperately trying to control his emotions, Obi-Wan Kenobi rose, attempting to walk steadily to the holovid. Now he knew he was going insane. He had just hallucinated an entire conversation with his former, and very much deceased, Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He had to find a way to let his emotions go into the Force, right after he figured out how to deal with his headstrong Apprentice. The holovid beeped again. He stumbled towards it, half falling into the chair. He hastily combed his fingers through his lanky hair, and his beard, before answering the machine. "Anakin." He began, somewhat coolly. "Master, Good morning! I figured you would be finishing up your meditations." Anakin called out, cheerily. "Good morning to you, my Padawan. Perhaps you would like to explain what you are still doing on Naboo." Obi-Wan gestured, indicating that the boy was to continue. "Ah, yes, of course Master," the teen-ager's voice faltered, "Well, you see, I have a few things to take care of here. You know how it is, Master." "This wouldn't have something to do with a certain Senator, would it, Anakin?" Anakin just shrugged, and gave Obi-Wan his best innocent smile. Obi- Wan sighed, and rubbed at his eyes, mentally counting to ten. This boy was going to be the death of him, he was certain. When he next opened his eyes, he looked up to see Anakin staring at him, his sky blue eyes wide with concern. "What is it, Ani?" Obi-Wan asked, curiosity and worry painting his eyes. It wasn't like Anakin to feel anxiety about anything. He usually laughed matters off, figuring that worrying about things just caused unneeded stress. Anakin Skywalker was certainly showing concern at this time however, and it was directed at his Master. Anakin was startled by his mentor's use of his nickname. Perhaps the gap between himself and his Master wasn't so large as he sometimes feared. "You.you just look," Anakin floundered for the correct word, "unwell, Master." Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "I assure you, I am fine, my Padawan." Obi-Wan smiled warmly, attempting to soothe the boy. "I am tired, that's all. When do you expect to come home, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked gently. He was actually touched by Anakin's concern for his health. He knew the boy missed Qui-Gon as well. He had been so young at the time, though, and the young always seemed to recover from the loss of a loved one quicker. He had to wonder, though, if the boy didn't sometimes have his own regrets at being Obi-Wan's pupil. Obi-Wan knew firsthand that Qui-Gon was a much more patient teacher than he. Obi-Wan mentally smacked himself. He was letting his own doubts cloud his perception of so many things. One of those things was his relationship with Anakin. "Ok, if you're sure you're alright, Master, in a few days I'll catch the next flight to Coruscant." "I'll be waiting for you, then. Have a safe trip back. Do you need me to send you some credits for the trip?" Obi-Wan questioned. "No, but thank you. Padme said she'll make sure that it's a respectable, comfortable flight." Anakin smiled brightly. "She also wanted me to tell you hello, and to tell you thank you, for all that you have done for her." Obi-Wan waved the expression of gratitude away. "Tell her that her thanks are unneeded. It is always a pleasure to assist a friend. Give her my regards. I look forward to seeing you back at the temple, my Padawan." Obi-Wan flashed a smile. "I will be back shortly. I promise to be careful on my way back. I'll call you again before I leave to let you know what time I should be getting in." 'Alright, Anakin. I will talk to you later, then." Obi-Wan gazed at his Apprentice, then ended the transmission. Reaching out to the right of the machine, he picked up a bottle. Without thought he casually brought the bottle to his pale lips and took a long drink.
Again the same rules apply.we don't own Star Wars or any recognizable characters, cause they all belong to Mr. Lucas.damn..
Ummm.I guess the ratings still Pg13...I really don't see it going up any time soon.
Thanks to anyone, and everyone who reviews. You make our day!
BTW, thanks for letting me know about the last chapter Realbluelightsaber, I went back, and tried to figure out what the hell I'd done, and how I messed up, but...I can't figure out what I did wrong. I'm still getting the hang of this whole thing. Originally, this whole story was written as one big block, and now I'm having a tough time trying to break it up into sizable chapters! I'll figure it out soon.I hope..~sweatdrops~
------ Desperately trying to control his emotions, Obi-Wan Kenobi rose, attempting to walk steadily to the holovid. Now he knew he was going insane. He had just hallucinated an entire conversation with his former, and very much deceased, Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He had to find a way to let his emotions go into the Force, right after he figured out how to deal with his headstrong Apprentice. The holovid beeped again. He stumbled towards it, half falling into the chair. He hastily combed his fingers through his lanky hair, and his beard, before answering the machine. "Anakin." He began, somewhat coolly. "Master, Good morning! I figured you would be finishing up your meditations." Anakin called out, cheerily. "Good morning to you, my Padawan. Perhaps you would like to explain what you are still doing on Naboo." Obi-Wan gestured, indicating that the boy was to continue. "Ah, yes, of course Master," the teen-ager's voice faltered, "Well, you see, I have a few things to take care of here. You know how it is, Master." "This wouldn't have something to do with a certain Senator, would it, Anakin?" Anakin just shrugged, and gave Obi-Wan his best innocent smile. Obi- Wan sighed, and rubbed at his eyes, mentally counting to ten. This boy was going to be the death of him, he was certain. When he next opened his eyes, he looked up to see Anakin staring at him, his sky blue eyes wide with concern. "What is it, Ani?" Obi-Wan asked, curiosity and worry painting his eyes. It wasn't like Anakin to feel anxiety about anything. He usually laughed matters off, figuring that worrying about things just caused unneeded stress. Anakin Skywalker was certainly showing concern at this time however, and it was directed at his Master. Anakin was startled by his mentor's use of his nickname. Perhaps the gap between himself and his Master wasn't so large as he sometimes feared. "You.you just look," Anakin floundered for the correct word, "unwell, Master." Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "I assure you, I am fine, my Padawan." Obi-Wan smiled warmly, attempting to soothe the boy. "I am tired, that's all. When do you expect to come home, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked gently. He was actually touched by Anakin's concern for his health. He knew the boy missed Qui-Gon as well. He had been so young at the time, though, and the young always seemed to recover from the loss of a loved one quicker. He had to wonder, though, if the boy didn't sometimes have his own regrets at being Obi-Wan's pupil. Obi-Wan knew firsthand that Qui-Gon was a much more patient teacher than he. Obi-Wan mentally smacked himself. He was letting his own doubts cloud his perception of so many things. One of those things was his relationship with Anakin. "Ok, if you're sure you're alright, Master, in a few days I'll catch the next flight to Coruscant." "I'll be waiting for you, then. Have a safe trip back. Do you need me to send you some credits for the trip?" Obi-Wan questioned. "No, but thank you. Padme said she'll make sure that it's a respectable, comfortable flight." Anakin smiled brightly. "She also wanted me to tell you hello, and to tell you thank you, for all that you have done for her." Obi-Wan waved the expression of gratitude away. "Tell her that her thanks are unneeded. It is always a pleasure to assist a friend. Give her my regards. I look forward to seeing you back at the temple, my Padawan." Obi-Wan flashed a smile. "I will be back shortly. I promise to be careful on my way back. I'll call you again before I leave to let you know what time I should be getting in." 'Alright, Anakin. I will talk to you later, then." Obi-Wan gazed at his Apprentice, then ended the transmission. Reaching out to the right of the machine, he picked up a bottle. Without thought he casually brought the bottle to his pale lips and took a long drink.