DISCLAIMER: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas, not the Jinn Twins. Don't sue us. Kai, Ele, Hajja the Hutt, S'ratha, and Marea are our own characters, not his...ask if you want to use them, we'll probably say yes!
Also keep in mind that the poem is my work, property of Anij Jinn. Before you use it, EMAIL me! I probably will say yes, but all the same...common courtesy?
Mmmm...getting sick is not good for the mind OR body. I can hardly think...my head hurts. And I'm cold. Even though I'm under three blankets, wearing gloves, and wearing a trenchcoat plus jeans and a warm shirt, I'm still cold. So updates might be a little EITHER:
a.
totally belated OR
b. pretty fast, depending on how much time I
spend in bed shivering and coughing. Dunno. Blame my cousin, I caught
it from her.
Also, some names that I've chosen to take to the finals for the next few chapters, it's not too late to submit some! Just email us or comment and I'll take a look.
Kk, here you go. the bold ones are going to be included already Liam (M), Aron (M), Nûniel (F), Del (M), Dax (either), Tristan (M), Chiara (F), Lindsey (F), Aneko (F), Yale (F), Enya (F), Acacia (F), Aiden (M), Garren (M). Please submit more!
Special thanks to Del'Cera Osirin and Chiara Sholuk, who provided numerous name ideas!
Oh. And forgive the humour. I needed comic relief in this, or so I am told.
Shining hope
Carefully grasping the old-fashioned fountain pen, Alcanar began the poem that had been drifting through her head for close to an hour. Setting down a piece of organic fiber-paper, she began to write, recalling her past while penning her dreams.
Insomnia
A
night of whispers
Moonlight hidden
From your eyes
Sleep
instead awakening
All your senses
Brushing past
Arousing
lies
Lies of rest and lies of dreaming
All of them far gone
from you
Lies of health and lies of laughter
Simply because
it's just too
Much to handle
Or to care about
The world is
waiting
While you pout
While you lack your sleep
Awake and
thinking
Writing sonnets
And music
--just like me.
Satisfied, the child set her poem down and titled it carefully, placing the paper down after her attention turned to a quiet Jedi in the corner. Looking to her, he waited cautiously until she nodded and gestured for him to take a seat.
"May I?" Xanatos asked, again almost shyly withdrawing until she nodded a quick yes. Sliding the paper over the smooth surface of the table, his cool hand brushed hers as he accepted it. Reading quickly, the padawan ran his finger across each line, nodding thoughtfully as he read it.
"There was once in the Temple, when I was younger, that the Council required each potential Jedi to take a poetry and literature class. I disliked the teacher, always singling me out for attention. As the class began to dwindle and become one of the more unpopular courses, attendance became smaller and smaller—the Council required us to enroll for the class, not be there. Most of us slept in or went swimming," he thought aloud, recalling his youth in a wistful manner. "I never did well at the class," Xanatos continued, "and so I was one of the ones who left the class... I just wish I had this kind of talent. This flows like a duel of two Jedi Masters, calculated for effect and at the same time speaking from the soul." He reached over and placed a gentle hand on Alcanar's small and warm head, standing and handing her the poem back.
Innocently, the girl cocked her head to one side again, much as she had an hour or so ago. Watching his back retreat into the cockpit, she called after him,
"You don't look like the kind of person who would like that class. I like writing these because they can clear up all the funny feelings inside my head," she commented, shaking her long hair out as if to illustrate her point. This was a good day, why not act like it?
Grinning, she pattered down the hall towards where she could sense the Jedi Master and his apprentice. Finally able to be a child, she looked up in wonder and no small amount of awe at both of them as they worked in tandem with each other, matching the whir and him of the machinery perfectly. She poked the Knight in the shoulder, and as he turned around in his seat, she flashed him her cutest smile. On a face that wasn't used to smiling, it was amazing that she was even able to show happiness.
Patting his knee, he helped the girl climb up into the seat with him. She looked out at space, and at the stars whirling by in hyperspace. Laughing and clapping her little hands together, both Jedi suddenly saw her in a different light... she seemed out of character now, but this was her true nature, while calm and serene on the outside, she was able to maintain her personality inside at a cost. She was more mature than her years, sure, but this was an astonishing change. Smiling softly, Qui-Gon began to point out the controls of the ship, letting her be the child she never had been able to become.
"Master Yoda."
"Excellent to hear from you, it is. News you have for me, Master Jinn?" the troll-like figure was visible through the transmission, and Qui-Gon knew his own figure was visible within the Council chambers.
Continuing to stand, he continued reporting to the Jedi Council.
"We have discovered two force-sensitive beings that were held captive in slavery. When we attempted to purchase them from Lord Jabba of Tatooine, we were met with resistance. However, we recovered the girls in the process and are bringing them to Coruscant for possible training."
"Hmm. Force-sensitive beings, you say?"
"Yes, Master Yoda. Two twins; girls originally under the names of Kai and Ele. At the moment though, they are choosing complete names as a step to integrate into society. They are six years old each, one appears to be an excellent swordfighter, at least. The other, Ele, now known as Alcanar Yavië. While it may be a breach of the normal protocol, I would strongly suggest these children be trained. They have higher midichlorian counts than any known being. They understand the basics of the Force at the least, they could easily join classes of their age level, and for each girl, perhaps a higher level than usual in their particular field of excellence."
Nodding knowingly, Yoda began to pace as Master Windu broke in.
"It is against the Code to train younglings after a certain age, and they are clearly above that time period. I will advise the Council against this position." About to take another breath and continue with his argument, he was stopped by a raised hand from Master Yoda. Nodding almost apologetically, he allowed the senior Jedi to speak his side.
"Ah. Test them, we will, Master Windu. To accept them or not, we shall decide in the future. Agree with this, you do, Master Jinn?"
The tall knight nodded in assent.
"Then decided it is. Test the twins, we shall. But one more question I have. Their family, what of them?" With curiosity and a desire to know, the Council leader pursued one last alley.
"Their mother died shortly after childbirth. They know nothing of their family and choose to rely on each other and the ones they trust for guidance and teaching. The two children are incredibly close, and could most likely share that closeness with the Jedi Order. They are more self-reliant than most Jedi we have currently in Master/Padawan teams, and with training could eventually surpass myself," Qui-Gon answered, honestly and truthfully. He did not mention their mental bond, or the fact that with every passing moment he was beginning to think of Kai and Alcanar more as his daughters than possible candidates for the Jedi Order.
"Master Jinn, speak with you soon, I must. May the Force be with you on your return." The small troll bowed and the motion was reflected by the other Knight as the transmission was cut off.
"Hey! Alcanar! SISTER!"
Yelling in a voice almost guaranteed to wake the dead, she ran up and down the hallway until someone looked at her. Master Jinn and his Padawan both were looking at her, amused.
Leaning over to his mentor, Xanatos murmured, "She would make an excellent healer as well..." At Jinn's questioning gaze, the padawan wryly finished, "she could make all the harmed Jedi heal so quickly with that voice that soon we wouldn't need first aid."
Stifling laughter and largely failing, Qui-Gon knelt next to the yelling child and placed a palm on her shoulder.
"What is it, Kai?" he asked, still possessing an amused tone.
"I need to talk to my sister. I want her to help me choose a name," she whispered into his ear, and then pulled back, blushing madly.
Shaking his head, Qui-Gon whispered back to her, "look in the third hallway on the left, first room you see."
Running off, Kai proved herself to be the crazy sister that Alcanar claimed she was, as she began to gather large objects, explaining to the people she was rapidly leaving behind, "You've never had to wake her up before." Disappearing around a corner, a loud crash was audible, then scuffling feet, than a loud bang. Five seconds later, a loud scream was audible, causing both Jedi to totally give up all hope of emotional control. Even Xanatos was laughing as what was obviously a fight ensued, followed by screams in the twins' native tongue. Turning back to the controls, Qui-Gon say himself down, still chuckling at the unintended humour the twins could cause.
"Maki! Taka por re chalme tsuka!"
Older sister! Wake up already!
Groaning sleepily, Alcanar opened her eyes and screamed.
"Relech
Kai mek! Toona ka re chalme 'stae!"
Dammit, Kai! I am
waking up, some time please!
Kai's response to that was to simply grab a pillow and beat her sister over the head, grinning ear to ear as she did so. She knocked a few metal objects off a shelf, causing a loud bang, and more frantic yells from Alcanar ensued.
"Kai!
Relech mek! Gowron khemel! Lacca- off- padrac!"
Kai!
Dammit! Cut it out! Get- off- me!
Demonic giggling followed that statement.
As Alcanar was about to whack Kai, she saw her favorite food presented by her twin. Shaking her head, she accepted the food as a peace offering and ate it ravenously, finishing the tray of food off in less than three minutes. Finally coming out of her startled mood, Alcanar looked up at her sister and found herself a bit creeped out by the wide grin.
"What do you want?" the older girl asked, finally reverting to Basic.
"A name. What do you think of Saska Anij?" Kai asked loudly.
"Mmm. No. You aren't worthy of the name. (It means redeeming fire) How about... Imari Anij?"
Kai thought it over, accepting the name for what it was and toying with it. (It means 'fallen fire') Changing the last letter and therefore the tense of this odd word, she finished.
"Imaru Anij. Falling Fire. I like it..." Kai finished. Before Alcanar could get another word in, her twin ran out the door, yelling again, this time for the Jedi.
Groaning good-naturedly, she whispered a question to the now-closed door.
"Kari
no ke genge da con yi, Kai?"
What am I going to do
with you, Kai?
Tickling her mind, a small thought made her realize that her sister had broken into her mind...
:Let me mess with your mind, that's what.:
Groaning yet again, Alcanar dragged herself out of her bed. It was going to be a long day.
"Wow!" yelled Kai, now Imaru, taking in the cityscape of Coruscant. The two men at the piloting controls smiled at the excitement and sheer awe in her voice. Then again, it was hard not to smile at someone this young seeing her first planet outside of her home. Alcanar was just as enthusiastic, smiling from not hyperactivity like her sister, but anticipation.
Imaru expertly concealed her true emotions underneath her young and overly happy visage. On the inside, she was mourning the innocence she had lost with her rape. The violence that had been inflicted upon her by that...monster...would have to stop. She would have to become strong to protect those who had no strength and were innocent. To protect that innocence, those lives. She was depressed, though she didn't realize it yet.
Landing occurred a little more than five minutes after that first scream (or, as Alcanar would later say, seven minutes and fourteen seconds), and the Temple opened its doors to the twins, astounding them with its sheer enormousness. People their age, some younger, some older, walked casually through the hallways, chatting with friends or shyly peering at the newcomers. While Masters and padawans were not an unfamiliar sight around here, they were still respected deeply and looked at as almost god-like beings. And the twins were looked at shyly, a few younglings ventured to wave or call out a greeting.
Marching through the spacious hallways, Imaru and Alcanar were wide-eyed, looking in wonder at the sights around them. Taking in the new smells as they passed the dining hall, looking at the new faces throughout the Temple, and absorbing the details of everything they passed. Xanatos left on the way to the Council chambers to rest, informing his master that 'just because he was younger meant by no means that he needed less sleep'.
Gently placing his hands on the twins' small shoulders, Qui-Gon steered them into the spacious Council chambers. Inside, several Jedi smiled at the two girls, so absorbed in their surroundings, but while one looked around, the other scanned the area for potential dangers.
"Hmm... the twins of which you speak, these are?" Master Yoda questioned. Quietly, Qui-Gon murmured into the twins' ears which master was which. As Yoda repeated the question unfailingly, the distracted Knight nodded.
"Leave us, you may, Master. Rest, you need." Bowing, Qui-Gon executed a military turn and exited the room, leaving the twin girls to be tested.
Bowing apologetically, Alcanar Yavië looked to the absently reading Mace Windu. Apparently these tests did not interest him.
"Master Windu? Do you have a piece of paper with you that I could use?"
Startled, the Master nearly dropped his book, recovering just in time to grab it out of the air before unceremoniously falling to the floor despite his best efforts. Both twins rushed over to his aid, and the entire Council began to laugh among itself.
"Lost your book, have you?" asked the little green master. Chuckling quietly, he turned to look at the girls, who were waved away by a clearly embarrassed Mace Windu.
"You wanted a piece of paper, correct?" Without waiting for a response, the dark-skinned Master handed it to Alcanar. Who, of course, wrote out a poem. Simple and short, she titled it 'Rain'.
Falling
fast
Towards the ground
Moonlight reflecting off
A clear but
impure droplet
Glistening as it splashes
Becoming part of the
whole
Once more.
Handing the simple poem to Yoda at his request, she was surprised to see him start on a tangent about the poetry class as well. Grinning, both she and Imaru went on to the rest of training.
Hours (and about all their energy) later, Imaru and Alcanar left the Council room, quite pleased with themselves. After several tests appropriate for their age level, they had passed with flying colours. Yoda had finally deemed them Jedi. At last, their destinies had started... Their lives could start over.
They could lead worthy lives.
Blech...Anij hates being sick. Therefore, as retaliation, Anij will talk in third person for the rest of this fanfic conclusion. Hahahaha. Anij thinks that the world is insane. Anij also wants Skittles. LOTS of Skittles. Any offers...? Okay. Nevermind.
Anij is lonely now...yes, before you ask, she always talks like this. Well. (thinks) Not always, sometimes. Anij talks in third-person with Yavië a lot. Too much, probably.
Okay, so before I drive you totally insane with my useless pratter, keep this subtle note in your head.
I NEED NAME SUGGESTIONS!
Three more to make it to the finals are definitely needed, I would prefer a Japanese-sounding name like Uzumaki or Konohamaru or something... I watch too much Naruto...
Okay. Next chappy comes out tomorrow if you're lucky, 'cause I've done some record-pace chapter-writing and frantic scribbling. And if I stay up as late as I am planning to...there will be a second out by midnight.
Oooooh... Yavië's not gonna be happy...too bad for her.
TTYL! And I swear I'll update!
Also, sorry for the chapter being short...seriously...I'll make them longer but I think it makes up for it due to constant updates.
-your ever-crazed and still sick writer, Anij Jinn
Oh. Crap.
Mace Windu: WHAT! I HAVE BETTER BALANCE THAN THAT YOU KNOW!
Me: (runs and hides)
Yoda: Calm down, you must, Master Windu. Know we all do that you have a short temper... (mutters) and attention span...
MW: I HEARD THAT YOU LITTLE GREEN TROLL!
Yoda: Oh, so little green troll I am? Show you how to fight this little green troll shall!
MW: (draws saber and lunges for Yoda)
Me: (grabs bag of popcorn and watches, laughing and offering sarcastic comments)
MW and Yoda: GET HER! (or, in Yoda's case, Get her, we shall!)
Yoda: Shut your large mouth, you shall.
Me: Did a troll just tell me to shut my mouth? What a disappointment...
Qui: What's going on...whoa there...
Me: (hides behind Qui) Don't hurt the nice little author, please?
Qui: Wait...you wrote this?
Me: Ummm...no...I'm a Star Trek fan...My sis wrote it...
MW: Liar!
Qui: ...
Yoda: HERETIC! Burn at stake, you shall!
Qui: Oh. Yeah. (draws saber in attempt to follow along)
Me: (runs again, grabbing Imaru and Alcanar on the way)
Imaru: WDF! Put me down, Anij! NOW!
Alcanar: (bites wrist of captor)
Me: OWWW! Owwww... You know I can always kill you off...
Alcanar and Imaru: HOW DARE YOU! WE'RE YOUR MAIN CHARACTERS! WE HOPE YOU GO TO SITH HELL!
Me: Oh...shit.
Yoda: Went this way, did she?
Imaru: Yes, Master Yoda. Follow me. (immediately takes up running after Anij)
Qui: Oh look! A coffee shop!
Alcanar: Master Jinn, have you been drinking or something...? You're a little OOC...
Qui: No I have not been drinking, damn you!
MW: (quietly) He has a very low alcohol tolerance, Alcanar, Imaru...HEY LOOK! THERE'S THE LITTLE FOOL!
Me: Ohpleasegodno pleasesavemepleasesavemepleasesavemepleasesaveme...
Qui: (bored) Can we go get coffee now?
Imaru: SHUT UP!
Alcanar: I have Skittles... (waves bag)
Me: o0o0o0o0o0o! YEAH! That's what I'm talking about! (jumps for bag and gets whacked in the head)
Imaru: (sweetly) Once we knock you out you can have them.
Me: Just do it fast and don't break my teeth so I can eat the Skittles afterward, okay?
MW: Why are we still here? I want coffee...
Qui: Let's go...
Yoda: You too, Windu?
Me: (laughs loudly and gets stomped all over by Master Yoda)
And onward it goes...
I guess they don't like me too much.
Wait...
Me: Waitaminnit. How the heck did you twins get older? You guys are like...fourteen...oh crap...you're my age..
Imaru and Alcanar: That's not for you to know, dahling.
MW: (laughs head off and pathetically falls to floor)
Qui: (wanders off to coffee shop and gets a Mocha Latte at the nearest Starbucks)
Me: THIS IS WAR, YOU HEAR ME!
Cast of Star Wars + Jean-Luc Picard: Yes, we hear you.
Me: How the fck did YOU get here, Captain Picard?
J-LP: The way Data explained it, this is an alternate timeline... unfortunately the Borg destroyed the Enterprise before we could find a way out.
MW: (makes point of staring very obviously)
Me: Star Wars and Star Trek? I've gotta be dreaming...
Yoda: Feel like a dream, does this? (smacks me on cheek)
J-LP: (gets into immature and totally pointless staring contest with Mace Windu)
MW: (lunges at Picard with lightsaber since MW lost...)
Picard: (smirks and uses phaser set on stun to shoot down the rampaging madman)
MW: I'M A RAMPAGING MADMAN! SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE IDIOT!
Me: It's gonna be a long night... (proves self wrong by getting knocked out by Mace and stays unconcious the entire night)
