Post by amavi on Jul 3, 2005 17:13:42 GMT -5
Ok. This is probably never going to be finished. Emma and I have a tendency to invent fanfictions which go way out of control, and are never written down. I was very bored, and so decided to scribble (well, it sounds better than 'type', doesn't it?) down a bit of it.
Loads of the characters don't act in-character, I've probably screwed up some major THING that very knowledgeable SW people know about, but I do not.
This is the first ramblings, and so is subject to being completely re-written.
This is set between SWII and SWIII. Anakin has lost his creepy boy-band aura, but is still a little creepy. In this Emma is, true to life, and Obi-Wan fangirl. I've slightly exaggerated my little Anakin fangirl-ism to make things more interesting.
It's not supposed to be realistic, let me make that much clear to you...
(apologies for the hard-to-read layout)
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Yoda Pop
And then it went black. All of the trees, Rangers and white walls of the city dissolved into blackness.
They could feel themselves spinning, then…THUD.
“OW!” They moaned in unison.
Scrambling to their feet, Emma and Sarah peered into the gloom. They made their way along…wherever they were.
“Can you NOT tread on my cloak?” demanded Emma. Sarah cowered, muttered an apology and removed her foot from the hem of Emma’s cloak, continuing to trundle behind her curly haired chum.
After a while, they found themselves in a very strange place. It was night-time, and neon lights glowed all around them.
Emma and Sarah were standing in what appeared to be a station…somewhere. All around them spaceships were landing and being unloaded. Emma scowled, and Sarah looked worried.
“Where do you suppose we are…?” asked Sarah, watching a very strange creature with an elongated neck and green skin unloading crates of wriggling things.
“How should I know?” Emma retorted, frowning with annoyance at their situation, “I was enjoying myself in Gondor, I really was. This is just taking the piss, it really is. Uprooting us and plonking us down wherever it chooses.”
“Oh well…” chirped Sarah, trying to lighten the mood, “…lets explore. We might get some clues as to where we are.” They were about to leave when a voice made them pause and turn around.
“I don’t suppose you two are the new Jedi we’re waiting for?” A very British-sounding man was striding towards them. He had a puffy beard. Sarah glanced at Emma, for Emma had suddenly started hyperventilating.
“Why…yes. Yes we are…” said Sarah in response to the quintessentially British man’s question, her eyes shifting shiftily from side to side in what was supposed to be a non-shifty way, but blatantly was shifty as shifty can be.
“OBI-WAN!!!!” yelled Emma, a huge grin on her face. Her arms shot out and grabbed the man into a huge bear-hug. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he patted Emma tentatively on her mass of curly ringlets once he had been released, an uneasy smile on his face.
“Uhm…charmed, I’m sure…” Obi-Wan said shakily, extending a hand. Both girls shook it.
“Don’t mind Emma…she is just slightly in love with you.” Sarah pointed out helpfully.
Emma hit Sarah discreetly in the stomach, before cheerfully adding “No I’m not.”
Obi-Wan seemed to accept this fact, despite how obvious it was that Emma clearly DID love Obi-Wan. Maybe the thought of receiving another bear hug terrified him too much to argue with her.
“Well…oh yes. You two had better follow me. Now you’re here you’ll have to wear proper Jedi outfits…” he eyed their Ithillien Ranger’s outfits with disapproval. Sarah could have sworn that he muttered something along the lines of “not cool enough” but didn’t press the matter.
Both girls scurried after Obi-Wan, who seemed to have found no reason to doubt they were his required Jedi. He led them into the station-like building, and into a lift. Sarah hesitated before entering. She was not a fan of lifts ever since she had got stuck in one when she was nine years old. However, when a three-headed man walked by muttering curses to himself, she quickly hopped into the elevator with Obi-Wan and Emma, deciding that the inhabitants of this place were a little too creepy.
After the lift, Obi-Wan lead them into a glass-fronted room with copious black couches. He left them whilst he collected some Jedi clothing for them.
Sarah glanced at Emma, who was grinning to herself, humming a tune.
“I LIKE this place.” declared Emma, slumping onto a couch.
“It scares me. At least in Gondor we didn’t have freaky…things…wandering around.” Sarah shuddered as she remembered the three-headed Thing.
Emma seemed not to hear, and sighed happily. “He’s so quintessentially British! And his beard rocks.”
The doors opened and Obi-Wan returned, carrying two bundles of clothes which he gave to Emma and Sarah.
“I will leave you to get changed. I shall inform the others of your arrival. No, on second thoughts…ANAKIN!” Obi-Wan yelled out in his quintessentially British voice, “They’ve arrived!”
A door opened noiselessly on the opposite side of the room, and an extremely irritated looking Anakin entered. “Yes?” he said, in a bored voice, quite unlike Qbi-Wan’s quintessentially British one.
“These are the two new Jedi. Please do inform Yoda of their arrival.” Obi-Wan paused, whilst Emma and Sarah (Sarah particularly) hurriedly introduced themselves.
Anakin muttered a mono-tonal “Yes…” and turned to leave.
“Oh, and Anakin…”
“Yes, Master?”
“Do please try not to slouch like that. It does nothing for your posture.” He smiled in a fatherly manner.
“Yes, Master…” Anakin Skywalker left the room, without once changing his expression.
Obi-Wan himself seated himself in one of the black couches, and began reading a newspaper.
Emma and Sarah looked uneasily at eachother. Where were they supposed to change. Sure, Obi-Wan appeared to be very interested in his newspaper, but had he genuinely forgotten they needed to change, or was he intending on catching up with current affairs whilst his two new Jedi changed?
“Uhmmm….” Sarah stared.
“Oh, yes! I am so sorry! There’s a bathroom over there, hurry now.”
Obi-Wan went back to his newspaper.
***
Three hours later, Emma and Sarah emerged from the bathroom, their new Jedi robes in use. They had taken it upon themselves to redo their hair in what they felt was Jedi-style. The expression on Obi-Wan’s face was one of mild alarm. He covered it up rather well though.
It was a moment before Emma and Sarah realised that Obi-Wan was not their only audience. In their absence, Anakin had returned and was slouched moodily opposite Obi-Wan, looking exceptionally bored.
“Don’t slouch like that, Anakin!” chirped Emma, “It does nothing for your posture!” She glanced over at Obi-Wan, hoping for some form of recognition.
Loads of the characters don't act in-character, I've probably screwed up some major THING that very knowledgeable SW people know about, but I do not.
This is the first ramblings, and so is subject to being completely re-written.
This is set between SWII and SWIII. Anakin has lost his creepy boy-band aura, but is still a little creepy. In this Emma is, true to life, and Obi-Wan fangirl. I've slightly exaggerated my little Anakin fangirl-ism to make things more interesting.
It's not supposed to be realistic, let me make that much clear to you...
(apologies for the hard-to-read layout)
______________________________
Yoda Pop
And then it went black. All of the trees, Rangers and white walls of the city dissolved into blackness.
They could feel themselves spinning, then…THUD.
“OW!” They moaned in unison.
Scrambling to their feet, Emma and Sarah peered into the gloom. They made their way along…wherever they were.
“Can you NOT tread on my cloak?” demanded Emma. Sarah cowered, muttered an apology and removed her foot from the hem of Emma’s cloak, continuing to trundle behind her curly haired chum.
After a while, they found themselves in a very strange place. It was night-time, and neon lights glowed all around them.
Emma and Sarah were standing in what appeared to be a station…somewhere. All around them spaceships were landing and being unloaded. Emma scowled, and Sarah looked worried.
“Where do you suppose we are…?” asked Sarah, watching a very strange creature with an elongated neck and green skin unloading crates of wriggling things.
“How should I know?” Emma retorted, frowning with annoyance at their situation, “I was enjoying myself in Gondor, I really was. This is just taking the piss, it really is. Uprooting us and plonking us down wherever it chooses.”
“Oh well…” chirped Sarah, trying to lighten the mood, “…lets explore. We might get some clues as to where we are.” They were about to leave when a voice made them pause and turn around.
“I don’t suppose you two are the new Jedi we’re waiting for?” A very British-sounding man was striding towards them. He had a puffy beard. Sarah glanced at Emma, for Emma had suddenly started hyperventilating.
“Why…yes. Yes we are…” said Sarah in response to the quintessentially British man’s question, her eyes shifting shiftily from side to side in what was supposed to be a non-shifty way, but blatantly was shifty as shifty can be.
“OBI-WAN!!!!” yelled Emma, a huge grin on her face. Her arms shot out and grabbed the man into a huge bear-hug. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he patted Emma tentatively on her mass of curly ringlets once he had been released, an uneasy smile on his face.
“Uhm…charmed, I’m sure…” Obi-Wan said shakily, extending a hand. Both girls shook it.
“Don’t mind Emma…she is just slightly in love with you.” Sarah pointed out helpfully.
Emma hit Sarah discreetly in the stomach, before cheerfully adding “No I’m not.”
Obi-Wan seemed to accept this fact, despite how obvious it was that Emma clearly DID love Obi-Wan. Maybe the thought of receiving another bear hug terrified him too much to argue with her.
“Well…oh yes. You two had better follow me. Now you’re here you’ll have to wear proper Jedi outfits…” he eyed their Ithillien Ranger’s outfits with disapproval. Sarah could have sworn that he muttered something along the lines of “not cool enough” but didn’t press the matter.
Both girls scurried after Obi-Wan, who seemed to have found no reason to doubt they were his required Jedi. He led them into the station-like building, and into a lift. Sarah hesitated before entering. She was not a fan of lifts ever since she had got stuck in one when she was nine years old. However, when a three-headed man walked by muttering curses to himself, she quickly hopped into the elevator with Obi-Wan and Emma, deciding that the inhabitants of this place were a little too creepy.
After the lift, Obi-Wan lead them into a glass-fronted room with copious black couches. He left them whilst he collected some Jedi clothing for them.
Sarah glanced at Emma, who was grinning to herself, humming a tune.
“I LIKE this place.” declared Emma, slumping onto a couch.
“It scares me. At least in Gondor we didn’t have freaky…things…wandering around.” Sarah shuddered as she remembered the three-headed Thing.
Emma seemed not to hear, and sighed happily. “He’s so quintessentially British! And his beard rocks.”
The doors opened and Obi-Wan returned, carrying two bundles of clothes which he gave to Emma and Sarah.
“I will leave you to get changed. I shall inform the others of your arrival. No, on second thoughts…ANAKIN!” Obi-Wan yelled out in his quintessentially British voice, “They’ve arrived!”
A door opened noiselessly on the opposite side of the room, and an extremely irritated looking Anakin entered. “Yes?” he said, in a bored voice, quite unlike Qbi-Wan’s quintessentially British one.
“These are the two new Jedi. Please do inform Yoda of their arrival.” Obi-Wan paused, whilst Emma and Sarah (Sarah particularly) hurriedly introduced themselves.
Anakin muttered a mono-tonal “Yes…” and turned to leave.
“Oh, and Anakin…”
“Yes, Master?”
“Do please try not to slouch like that. It does nothing for your posture.” He smiled in a fatherly manner.
“Yes, Master…” Anakin Skywalker left the room, without once changing his expression.
Obi-Wan himself seated himself in one of the black couches, and began reading a newspaper.
Emma and Sarah looked uneasily at eachother. Where were they supposed to change. Sure, Obi-Wan appeared to be very interested in his newspaper, but had he genuinely forgotten they needed to change, or was he intending on catching up with current affairs whilst his two new Jedi changed?
“Uhmmm….” Sarah stared.
“Oh, yes! I am so sorry! There’s a bathroom over there, hurry now.”
Obi-Wan went back to his newspaper.
***
Three hours later, Emma and Sarah emerged from the bathroom, their new Jedi robes in use. They had taken it upon themselves to redo their hair in what they felt was Jedi-style. The expression on Obi-Wan’s face was one of mild alarm. He covered it up rather well though.
It was a moment before Emma and Sarah realised that Obi-Wan was not their only audience. In their absence, Anakin had returned and was slouched moodily opposite Obi-Wan, looking exceptionally bored.
“Don’t slouch like that, Anakin!” chirped Emma, “It does nothing for your posture!” She glanced over at Obi-Wan, hoping for some form of recognition.