With His Own Eyes
Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 8:59 pm
Ok... shall start the ball rolling. This is a 2-parter fic I wrote some time ago.
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Title: With His Own Eyes
Author: Darsha Assant
Time frame: Pre-TPM
Genre: Random
Disclaimer: Star Wars is all yours, Mr Lucas.
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The temple was never silent. Even in the wee hours of morning, there was sure to be someone about. There were quite a number of nocturnal Jedi in the Order.
Temple initiate Qui-Gon bit his lip distractedly and stared at the forbidding grand entrance of the Jedi Temple. He was hiding in the shadow of one of those golden statues that lined the veranda, hoping with all his little heart that he would not get found out. If he did, the consequences would be too vast to imagine. But he had to know. He had to see it for himself.
All of them said he would see it for himself when the time came. As if it was some kind of rite of passage. It was not – one could not be denied it. It was a right, like the right to breathe.
And so he had snuck out of bed, utilizing the force to muffle the sounds he made as they had been taught to the previous day. He glanced up at the towering statue that loomed over him, then back at the doors. True, they were open, as they always were, and many beings of different shapes, sizes, and social stature went past. There were a couple of people in flowery shirts that proclaimed them to be – what was that word again? – twerrists. Yes, twerrists. People that came out of curiosity to see the Temple. They were never allowed past the veranda, though. Probably because their flowery shirts would give the girls funny ideas and the Masters would have a bunch of flower-wearing girls on their hands, and several ravaged flower bushes in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.
Qui-Gon sighed, and huddled against the back of the statue. The Jedi Master on guard duty would have to have not a single midichlorian in his blood, not a single rod or cone in his eyes, and a speed comparable to that of a snail in order for him to get past. Which was highly unlikely, if that person ever managed to pass his, her, or its Trials.
He risked a peek over the corner of the statue’s pedestal, and groaned inwardly. The Jedi on duty was just a Knight, but Temple rumour had it that he was going to attain the rank of Master soon, with him having Yoda’s eye on him. Yoda’s good eye that looked on you when you were good, not the one that stared at you when you were bad.
Knight Dooku. With his famous polished urban manner that Master Jocasta Nu had called charming, and his crèche mate Adi had called: “Cool!�.With his well known prowess with the lightsaber that many Jedi Masters with twice his experience could not match. With his connection to the force, so deep that only Yoda’s probably went deeper.
Knight Dooku.
Qui-Gon turned back and stared glumly at the corridor that led to the dormitories. There was no chance of it. Not ever.
But still…he remembered..
A sunlit (artificially) room, the gentle whisper of an old, gnarled green goblin…
If even hope you do not, then a hope you do not have.
Qui-Gon didn’t really understand it, but he knew it was something about not giving up, ever.
Small face grim with determination, chubby cheeks flushed with anticipation, he carefully drew in the force.
It wasn’t there.
Qui-Gon moaned. Not now! Not when he was so close to seeing it! Well, he just had to rely on luck now, and base skill.
He silently tiptoed past the rowdy twerrists, and darted into the shadow behind the massive door. Now, all he needed to do was to crawl past the stairs and peek over the wall…
He turned back to look at Knight Dooku. The Knight wasn’t at his post. Qui-Gon’s mind silently crooned croons of delight. Probably a change of shift, or maybe the Knight was hungry and had gone to get a snack. Guard work was hard work with low pay, according to a CorSec officer that had been called in to give a talk.
Still looking over his shoulder, he walked forward –
– straight into a rough homespun sash.
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Well?
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Title: With His Own Eyes
Author: Darsha Assant
Time frame: Pre-TPM
Genre: Random
Disclaimer: Star Wars is all yours, Mr Lucas.
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The temple was never silent. Even in the wee hours of morning, there was sure to be someone about. There were quite a number of nocturnal Jedi in the Order.
Temple initiate Qui-Gon bit his lip distractedly and stared at the forbidding grand entrance of the Jedi Temple. He was hiding in the shadow of one of those golden statues that lined the veranda, hoping with all his little heart that he would not get found out. If he did, the consequences would be too vast to imagine. But he had to know. He had to see it for himself.
All of them said he would see it for himself when the time came. As if it was some kind of rite of passage. It was not – one could not be denied it. It was a right, like the right to breathe.
And so he had snuck out of bed, utilizing the force to muffle the sounds he made as they had been taught to the previous day. He glanced up at the towering statue that loomed over him, then back at the doors. True, they were open, as they always were, and many beings of different shapes, sizes, and social stature went past. There were a couple of people in flowery shirts that proclaimed them to be – what was that word again? – twerrists. Yes, twerrists. People that came out of curiosity to see the Temple. They were never allowed past the veranda, though. Probably because their flowery shirts would give the girls funny ideas and the Masters would have a bunch of flower-wearing girls on their hands, and several ravaged flower bushes in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.
Qui-Gon sighed, and huddled against the back of the statue. The Jedi Master on guard duty would have to have not a single midichlorian in his blood, not a single rod or cone in his eyes, and a speed comparable to that of a snail in order for him to get past. Which was highly unlikely, if that person ever managed to pass his, her, or its Trials.
He risked a peek over the corner of the statue’s pedestal, and groaned inwardly. The Jedi on duty was just a Knight, but Temple rumour had it that he was going to attain the rank of Master soon, with him having Yoda’s eye on him. Yoda’s good eye that looked on you when you were good, not the one that stared at you when you were bad.
Knight Dooku. With his famous polished urban manner that Master Jocasta Nu had called charming, and his crèche mate Adi had called: “Cool!�.With his well known prowess with the lightsaber that many Jedi Masters with twice his experience could not match. With his connection to the force, so deep that only Yoda’s probably went deeper.
Knight Dooku.
Qui-Gon turned back and stared glumly at the corridor that led to the dormitories. There was no chance of it. Not ever.
But still…he remembered..
A sunlit (artificially) room, the gentle whisper of an old, gnarled green goblin…
If even hope you do not, then a hope you do not have.
Qui-Gon didn’t really understand it, but he knew it was something about not giving up, ever.
Small face grim with determination, chubby cheeks flushed with anticipation, he carefully drew in the force.
It wasn’t there.
Qui-Gon moaned. Not now! Not when he was so close to seeing it! Well, he just had to rely on luck now, and base skill.
He silently tiptoed past the rowdy twerrists, and darted into the shadow behind the massive door. Now, all he needed to do was to crawl past the stairs and peek over the wall…
He turned back to look at Knight Dooku. The Knight wasn’t at his post. Qui-Gon’s mind silently crooned croons of delight. Probably a change of shift, or maybe the Knight was hungry and had gone to get a snack. Guard work was hard work with low pay, according to a CorSec officer that had been called in to give a talk.
Still looking over his shoulder, he walked forward –
– straight into a rough homespun sash.
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Well?