I read a Star Wars book today by Jude Watson (you can tell it's summer when I have time to read stuff like that!) It was pretty good. I've read a lot of her stuff. She has a series for before Episode I, about when Obi-Wan was Qui-Gon's apprentice, and I really enjoyed those books. Then there is a series for in between Episodes I & II, and I think they're rotten. She seemed to really mess up Anakin's character, I'm not quite sure how, but... ugh. The one I read today is between Episodes III & IV, so we're back to Obi-Wan, and it seemed more in the genre of the earliest series.
*cough*
And I thought I was no longer obsessed with Star Wars... well, I'm really not. The thing is, I was for about a year, and you can pick up a lot of knowledge in a year!
All that to say... what you get today is a portion of a story I wrote (I don't remember exactly when) about Star Wars.
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Kela looked out at the lone stormtrooper guarding her. He looked a little short, a little unaccustomed to his armor. He must be new, she thought. Maybe he’ll still be somewhat human.
There was a quick way to find out. “Can I have something to eat?” she asked him.
No response.
“I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
Still he said nothing.
“Please!”
“Shut it,” he snapped.
A moment later Darth Exile slithered past. Kela kept a stony face. “Well, young Jedi, how does the day find you?” he asked in his oily voice.
More than one can play the silence game, thought Kela stubbornly.
“If that’s how you want it, fine!” grated Darth Exile. He looked distinctly frustrated under the slimy plashield covering his face as he stomped off.
Point one for me, Kela said to herself.
When Exile had moved out of view, the stormtrooper slid her an emergency ration. Much as Kela disliked them, she was glad to see any kind of food. “Thank you,” she mumbled through a mouth full of protein chunks. “I’m Kela. What’s your name?”
“B’K –“ he broke off. “NK 45385.”
Kela closed her eyes and focused on the Force. Inside her prison, the Star Snapper, there were a bunch of little wrinkles. They were the stormtroopers. But something seemed to be overshadowing them.
Is it that miserable Darth Exile? she wondered. No, Kela could feel him, a pitiful… disturbance, nothing more. As Master Skywalker would say, he didn’t have enough Force talent to tickle a womprat. He certainly didn’t have enough to overshadow anyone, let alone a whole ship!
Kela’s eyes opened. She gave the stormtrooper a quick glance. He wasn’t looking at her. “Hey, NK!”
He slowly turned his head. “Where are you from? Are you really a Jedi?” Past all of the electronic modifications, his voice carried a wistful tone.
Kela thought carefully about the best way to answer this question. “A Jedi Padawan – a Jedi-in-training. Why?”
“Oh, nothing,” said NK sharply. “It just gets boring, standing here and sometimes I just ask random things. Who’s teaching you?”
She blinked. “Luke Skywalker.”
Kela could have sworn that he gasped. “M – Master Skywalker?”
What a curious reaction. “Yeah. Do you know him?”
NK shook his head. “No. Your first name is Kela? What’s your last name?”
“Duh. Look on the little plate by the door.”
“Oh,” said NK, sounding crestfallen. “So what’d you do before you became a Jedi?”
“Look,” responded Kela with the quickness of a smuggler. “I’ll keep answering your ‘random’ questions – which don’t seem that random – if, and only if, you’ll get me a comlink.”
“I can’t do that,” said NK flatly.
“Oh well, then I can’t answer your questions,” Kela shot back.
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