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Notes: Words in ~'s represent a character's thoughts and words in *'s represent Force speech
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Obi-Wan's Daughter: Part 17
Obi-Wan had been right. Not that Nemesis had doubted her father, she had simply wondered if Luke's grief would have kept him at the farm. Or worse, turned him into what his father had become.
Luke was obviously slightly worried about heading into the spaceport. Nemesis could understand why. Mos Eisley was crawling with Imperial troopers looking for a pair of droids.
~And, if they havent decided the Emperor is insane, they're still looking for me.~
Nemesis, however, wasn't worried. She was fully aware of what the force could do. Luke, who hadn't even been aware there were Jedi left, was wondering how, exactly they were going to make it to the cantina.
He frowned as he slowed the speeder. ~Maybe the troopers wont even notice us.~ Still, even as the thought came to him, Obi-Wan's reassurance that the large population of the city would hide them didn't comfort him in the least.
Then, to his horror, a trooper motioned for them to stop. Luke couldn't help but panic.
"Relax." Nemesis whispered. "We have nothing to worry about."
"Right." Luke murmured back. ~Like I really believe that.~
Nemesis looked up and smiled at the approaching troopers. They stopped and looked at her for a few moments.
*Flirt.*
Nemesis smiled again. *Hey, if it works.*
But it didn't. "How long have you had these droids?"
Luke shrugged, doing his best to remain calm. "Three or four seasons."
The trooper, choosing to ignore Obi-Wan's offer to sell the droids, turned to Nemesis. "Did you come from the south?"
Nemesis blinked and pretended to be in deep concentration. "The south?" She asked, doing her best 'dumb blonde' impression. "Which way is that again?" She crinkled up her nose. "We came from that way." She said innocently, turning and pointing.
"What she means is we came from the west, near the Bestine township."
The trooper looked at Nemesis for a few moments more before he turned back to Luke. "So then you wont mind if I see your identification, will you?"
If Luke had panicked before, it was worse now. *Daddy, I think it's time for some Jedi intervention*
Obi-Wan nodded. *I believe you're right.* He turned to the trooper. "You don't need to see his identification."
Luke looked at the old man as if he had gone insane. He glanced over his shoulder at Nemesis who only smiled.
"I don't need to see his identification." The trooper echoed.
"These aren't the droids you're looking for." Obi-Wan continued. Again the trooper echoed the statement.
"He can go about his business."
"You can go about your business." The trooper said. He turned to leave but one of the others stopped him.
"Those may not be the droids, but what about her?" He nodded at Nemesis. "She's the right age."
Nemesis shrugged. "But I'm nobody important." She said casually.
The trooper shook his head. "No, nevermind, she's nobody important."
Luke's expression changed from curiosity to shock. How could Crazy Old Ben Kenobi convince an Imperial trooper to just leave? And Nemesis had done it too.
"Is the empire after you too, Nem?" Luke asked once the speeder was moving again.
Nemesis shrugged. "They have been for a while."
"Because you're a Jedi?" Luke asked.
"And because she's my daughter." Obi-Wan nodded. "But now the main concern is finding a pilot to take us to Alderaan." He pointed at a building. Luke nodded his understanding and pulled the speeder over.
"Charming." Nemesis said as she climbed out of the speeder.
Obi-Wan smiled. "This is the best place to find a pilot."
Luke looked at him. "You're sure?"
Nemesis grinned. "He knows what he's talking about, Luke." She walked over to the door. "So..." She turned around and grinned. "Let's find a pilot."
Notes: Words in ~'s represent a character's thoughts and words in *'s represent Force speech
Feedback: Please but constructive criticism only. If you have to criticize anyway.
Obi-Wan's Daughter: Part 17
Obi-Wan had been right. Not that Nemesis had doubted her father, she had simply wondered if Luke's grief would have kept him at the farm. Or worse, turned him into what his father had become.
Luke was obviously slightly worried about heading into the spaceport. Nemesis could understand why. Mos Eisley was crawling with Imperial troopers looking for a pair of droids.
~And, if they havent decided the Emperor is insane, they're still looking for me.~
Nemesis, however, wasn't worried. She was fully aware of what the force could do. Luke, who hadn't even been aware there were Jedi left, was wondering how, exactly they were going to make it to the cantina.
He frowned as he slowed the speeder. ~Maybe the troopers wont even notice us.~ Still, even as the thought came to him, Obi-Wan's reassurance that the large population of the city would hide them didn't comfort him in the least.
Then, to his horror, a trooper motioned for them to stop. Luke couldn't help but panic.
"Relax." Nemesis whispered. "We have nothing to worry about."
"Right." Luke murmured back. ~Like I really believe that.~
Nemesis looked up and smiled at the approaching troopers. They stopped and looked at her for a few moments.
*Flirt.*
Nemesis smiled again. *Hey, if it works.*
But it didn't. "How long have you had these droids?"
Luke shrugged, doing his best to remain calm. "Three or four seasons."
The trooper, choosing to ignore Obi-Wan's offer to sell the droids, turned to Nemesis. "Did you come from the south?"
Nemesis blinked and pretended to be in deep concentration. "The south?" She asked, doing her best 'dumb blonde' impression. "Which way is that again?" She crinkled up her nose. "We came from that way." She said innocently, turning and pointing.
"What she means is we came from the west, near the Bestine township."
The trooper looked at Nemesis for a few moments more before he turned back to Luke. "So then you wont mind if I see your identification, will you?"
If Luke had panicked before, it was worse now. *Daddy, I think it's time for some Jedi intervention*
Obi-Wan nodded. *I believe you're right.* He turned to the trooper. "You don't need to see his identification."
Luke looked at the old man as if he had gone insane. He glanced over his shoulder at Nemesis who only smiled.
"I don't need to see his identification." The trooper echoed.
"These aren't the droids you're looking for." Obi-Wan continued. Again the trooper echoed the statement.
"He can go about his business."
"You can go about your business." The trooper said. He turned to leave but one of the others stopped him.
"Those may not be the droids, but what about her?" He nodded at Nemesis. "She's the right age."
Nemesis shrugged. "But I'm nobody important." She said casually.
The trooper shook his head. "No, nevermind, she's nobody important."
Luke's expression changed from curiosity to shock. How could Crazy Old Ben Kenobi convince an Imperial trooper to just leave? And Nemesis had done it too.
"Is the empire after you too, Nem?" Luke asked once the speeder was moving again.
Nemesis shrugged. "They have been for a while."
"Because you're a Jedi?" Luke asked.
"And because she's my daughter." Obi-Wan nodded. "But now the main concern is finding a pilot to take us to Alderaan." He pointed at a building. Luke nodded his understanding and pulled the speeder over.
"Charming." Nemesis said as she climbed out of the speeder.
Obi-Wan smiled. "This is the best place to find a pilot."
Luke looked at him. "You're sure?"
Nemesis grinned. "He knows what he's talking about, Luke." She walked over to the door. "So..." She turned around and grinned. "Let's find a pilot."