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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 07:55 pm
fic: Salvage

Title: Salvage
by Mary
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Obi-Wan thought he'd seen the worst of what Anakin was capable of. Obi-Wan's not entirely right about that.
Notes: Episode III spoilers.
Other notes: This one's for Lisa, because she's all snotty and achey and stuff. But only if she wants it! It doesn't have to be. Um. Yep.



The boy is nine, and prone to petulance, and when Obi-Wan catches sight of him at the markets it is unfailingly heartbreaking. Luke looks so like his father did, once upon a time.

The boy knocks politely at his door, now, and says "Ben, sir, you haven't been seen by anyone for almost two months. I wanted to see if you were all right."

"Thought you might see yourself a sand-weathered corpse, did you?" Obi-Wan asks him with a smile. The boy looks disturbed.

"You shouldn't joke like that. My aunt says death is nothing to laugh about."

"If you want to take up that argument, you must admit that life is a grave thing also, yet we laugh from start to finish."

"But we cry, too," the boy protests, still standing at the threshold of the small home. "And think, and talk, and chase the womp rats who try to get into the evaporators. We don't just laugh."

"All those things can be applied to our attitudes to death, also, Luke," Obi-Wan says, an old enjoyment at helping a child learn rising in his heart. "We cry, and think, and talk. I'm not sure about the womp rats, I must admit. Why can't we laugh as well?"

The boy looks thoughtful for a moment, and then shakes his head. "I don't know."

"'Knows he knows not, the wisest man does'," Obi-Wan quotes, motioning for the boy to come inside. "An old friend told me that when I was just a little older than you. His Master had told it to him, and he told it to me in turn. It's worth remembering. It keeps us humble."

The boy sits down on one of the worn, comfortable chairs, pulling one knee up to rest his chin on. "What's a Master?"

"Something like a teacher, but much more than that. I will tell you all about it when you're older, Luke, I promise."

"Oh, it's one of those things." The boy sighs. "Everything is 'when you're older', these days. I'm older now than I was a year ago, and nobody ever said it to me then!"

"I'm sorry innocence feels like such a burden for you." Obi-Wan pours the boy a glass of milk. "Have you eaten?"

"Yes, sir. Are you sure you're all right? I thought you might be sick."

Obi-Wan shakes his head. "No. Something unexpected happened to me, and I have been meditating in an attempt to make sense of it."

"For weeks?"

"It was very unexpected."

"Did I interrupt you?" The boy looks apologetic. "I didn't mean to, I -"

"No, you didn't. I gave up yesterday."

"Oh." The boy looks down, then brightens. "Can I help?"

"No, it's all right. I am willing to let answers come in their due time."

That remark causes the boy to make a face. "Wonderful. More waiting."

--

It has been fifty days since Obi-Wan's mind went quiet.

There have been periods of silence in the past, but never without warning. Never so abrupt, like a door slamming down or a light switching off.

He had been working through a kata, trying to learn tricks to compensate for the growing stiffness in his bones, and remembering a long-ago sparring match.

"Really, Master, if you don't pin me soon, I'll begin to think you're letting me win."

"If only that were true, Obi-Wan. I fear youth will always have the edge over wisdom when opponents meet with equal skill."


He could feel the chuckle ripple through the Force around him a moment before Qui-Gon spoke. "What will it take, I wonder, to keep your concentration on the here and now? Once upon a time, the future held your attention, and now you wander back into the past."

"It isn't polite to tease an old man," Obi-Wan had answered with a smile, making a point of focusing on the world around him. Qui-Gon began to reply, amusement in his tone, and then the quiet fell like a blade.

Even the deepest of meditations have not quelled his disquiet, but to spend any more time thinking on it would be pointless. He shall trust the answers to come when they will.

--

And so the weeks pass, and the months. Luke begins to visit more often, spending afternoons tinkering with bits of old droids and chattering about the adventures he'd been on.

"... and then I fell off, so my uncle made me walk home, but that was all right because I still got home before him because the speeder broke down, which he said was my fault because I'm always taking things apart, and I said that I hadn't taken anything in the engine apart for weeks, and then he looked like he was going to make me scrub out the pipes with the sonic brush again so I came here instead. This is a good hide-out."

"I've come to think so," Obi-Wan agrees.

"Have you found out what happened to you, yet?"

"No. Not yet."

"Did you lose something? You look like you lost something."

"What makes you say that?"

The boy shrugs, and sets a small spider-like droid made out of scraps down on the floor. It begins to stumble unsteadily. "You just do. I guess I feel like that too, so I notice. You never used to, and now you do."

"Is that why you visit more?"

"I guess so." Luke pokes at the droid. It twitters at him, irritated, and he giggles. "Didja see that? Now I've made him mad!"

"Your aunt and uncle love you very much. It's just not their way to say so."

He makes a face. "I know. I just wish... I don't know anything about my parents except their names, and that my dad was a pilot, and that they're dead."

Owen and Beru Lars already view Obi-Wan's friendship with the boy as an idea of doubtful merit, at best. They will be vastly unamused if they hear that Obi-Wan has been telling him stories about things they consider best forgotten.

But Obi-Wan never was very good at choosing easy paths.

"Your mother was a compassionate, thoughtful woman. A born leader. The universe lost a champion of justice when she died."

Luke stares, his light eyes wide. "You knew them?"

"Oh, yes." Even now, the memory of them makes him smile.

"What about my father? What was he like?"

"A lot like you. You remind me more of him with every day. He wanted to run before he could walk, too. And he had a knack for fixing things."

Luke grins. "Not much like me, then. My uncle says I break more than I fix."

--

One evening, as the suns begin their slip down through the colours to darkness and Obi-Wan marvels that such a sight can be new every night even after almost a decade of observation, his contemplation is interrupted by a visitor.

"Ben. I'm glad I caught you at home."

Her worry surrounds her like a fogged halo. "Hello, Beru. Is there something I can be of help with?"

"Luke said you told him that you knew his parents."

"Ah. I know you and Owen disapprove of me talking to-"

"Never mind that." She holds up her hand to quiet him, and shakes her head. "You knew his mother?"

"Yes, I did. I was there when she died."

Beru shakes her head. She looks to be on the verge of tears, but her mild face does not crumble. "I don't know which of you is lying, but someone is."

"Lying?"

"She's here. Luke's mother. She's with him now."

Obi-Wan reaches instinctively for a weapon which has not been at his hip for years. "That's not possible."

"Believe me, I would rather you were right," Beru says softly. "We were not meant to be parents, I think, Owen and I. We are not skilled at it, and our bodies seemed to know we were not suited for it. But that boy is all my joy, Ben. I cannot lose him to her."

"You won't. It cannot be her," Obi-Wan says.

--

It is her. Her hair is braided back from her face, and her smile is warm and entertained as Luke shows her the gadgets he has created.

She turns as Obi-Wan and Beru arrive. "Isn't he a funny little boy?" she asks him, beaming. "Oh, Obi-Wan, it's so good to see you."

"Ben!" Luke greets him happily. "She isn't dead after all!"

"May I speak to you alone?" Obi-Wan asks as Beru leans against her husband, looking weary for the first time Obi-Wan can remember. When Luke makes a sound of protest, Obi-Wan does his best to keep his tone light. "Only for a moment. The droids will keep, I'm sure."

"Of course, Obi-Wan," she says, smiling again at Luke before releasing his hand from hers.

They walk together up to the surface, out onto the sand.

"There are so many stars out here," she says, drawing in a deep breath. "I forgot."

"Who are you?"

"Don't. Don't begin with suspicion. It has been -"

"I don't want to hear pretty lies. Tell me the truth."

Her face hardens. "I am General Amidala of the Imperial Army, and I am here to make sure my son is safely removed before the troops arrive."

"What?"

"You didn't think the Emperor would tolerate the suffering of innocents, even this far out of the central systems, did you? Tatooine needs regulation. It will be provided."

He watches her face and the movement of her hands, and puts his own hand to his mouth. He feels ill. "I never thought... oh, Anakin, what have you done?"

"He gave his children back their mother. He restored life where death should never have intruded. He remedied the errors of the past."

Obi-Wan can't look at her. He turns away, finding a little solace in the familiarity of the stars. "It's obscene," he says quietly, sickened. "Are you altered? Has he made you obedient and docile? Or has he simply grown himself a new copy of her, accelerated to the point where she left off? You are nine years too young for who she should have been."

"I am not a copy. I am her."

"That's not possible."

"While you've sat in your sand hut, the Empire has made leaps and bounds in technology. We live in an age of wonders."

"You know about the girl?" She had said children, after all.

"Yes."

Obi-Wan puts his hand to the lightsaber once again at his hip. It does not yet feel familiar there. "Is there any point to me killing you? Will another, exactly the same in all respects, simply spring up to take your place?"

She turns away. "I don't have time for this. If you try to stop me, I'll kill you and those who've sheltered him. If you kill me, your deaths will be difficult and prolonged, and Luke will still end up with his true family."

"I'm so sorry, Padme," Obi-Wan says.

"So am I," she says, and then something hits him, hard.

--

He wakes inside the sleeping quarters of a ship. Giving in to panic would serve no purpose, so he sits up carefully and checks his injuries. A nasty bump on the head, and marks on his wrists where Force-inhibitors were applied while he was transported. His captors do not underestimate him, then.

As Obi-Wan eases himself off the bed, the small room's door slides open and two children step inside. The little girl beside Luke has a serious, kind face and sleek dark hair, but she is obviously several years younger than the boy. It cannot possibly be Leia, can it?

"Ben, this is Shmi. She lives on a starship most of the time, can you believe it?" Luke gestures widely, making the heavy shawl draped across his shoulders slip down a little. It looks to be of high quality, coloured the same dark plum Padme favoured for such items. It reminds Obi-Wan of another child, a lifetime ago, who was taken by surprise by the cold of space.

Obi-Wan stares at the girl, who gives him a shy smile before ducking her head, embarrassed by the scrutiny. He'd never seen Anakin's mother, but he heard stories enough about her from his padawan that he'd always felt like she was someone he had met.

"We have to get out of here," he says to the children. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he is faintly surprised that he is still capable of being so horrified, after all else he has lived through.

Heavy footsteps approach outside the room, counterpointed by long rasps of a breather. "Leaving, Obi-Wan? My hospitality is offended."

Vader stands behind the children. Luke looks wary, unsure of what to make of him, but Shmi takes one black-gloved hand in her own small brown one, and tugs to get attention. Vader leans down, listening as she whispers something close to where his ear would be underneath his helmet. He shakes his head.

"Not yet, little one. Take Luke and go find Padme."

Shmi nods, and gestures for Luke to follow. The boy glances at Obi-Wan, who nods.

"Go. It will be all right." He hopes it isn't a lie.

"I want you to know you are forgiven," Vader says when they're alone. "Palpatine's rule was a time of insanity for many. I bear you no grudge."

Obi-Wan is too staggered by the words to find breath for a reply to them, so instead he contents himself with folding his arms and shifting stance. "The Emperor is dead, then?" he manages to say finally.

"I am Emperor now."

"And you've taken it upon yourself to play at being a god," Obi-Wan spits, regaining his voice. "How could you... your mother, Anakin."

"I had a lock of her hair. Now she will have the life she was denied. A safe and happy childhood."

Obi-Wan is rubbing at his forehead before he realises his hand has moved. The whole situation feels surreal, like something from a feverish dream. "I knew you had gone rotten at your core, but I did not realise you were mad."

"I always knew I would find a way to stop death, sooner or later."

"This isn't stopping death! This is perverting life! What do you hope to gain by -"

"It wasn't supposed to be like this!" Vader snaps, insofar as the voice synthesizer in the breather allows. "It..." He turns, and walks out the door. "You have succeeded in making me lose control, as usual. I should have expected that to stay as it was. I will return to speak to you later. For now, I will see to my family's wellbeing."

Obi-Wan kneels on the floor, ignoring the protesting creak his legs give as he does so. He can sense that the ship is not large, nor moving particularly fast. They are headed for a larger cruiser, then, rather than a planet.

He can feel Luke's Force signature, the edges jittery with worry and wonderment at this wild and strange adventure. Vader's roiling emotions would be audible to any Force-sensitive, and they lap at the edges of the old, discarded training bond still bridging between his mind and Obi-Wan's.

And there is something else, a breath of queasy recognition whispering through the Force, damped down by inhibitors and confusion. Obi-Wan strives towards it, like failing eyes trying to focus on faint words. It skitters away, dark with fear, and he lets it go for now.

--

Luke comes back alone a few hours later, still wearing the dark shawl around his shoulders. "Ben? Are you awake?"

"Yes. How are you?"

Luke shrugs, and sits down on the floor beside where Obi-Wan still kneels. "You sure can stay doing the same thing for a long time, huh?"

"It's a skill anyone can learn with practise."

"Not me, I bet." Luke is, indeed, fidgeting already. "Don't you get bored?"

"No. Where's your little friend?"

"Shmi? I think she's with my mom and dad."

"Did they tell you to call them that?"

Luke shakes his head. "No. But that's who they are, isn't it?"

Obi-Wan considers before speaking. "Do you remember, months ago, when you told me it was wrong to laugh about death?"

Luke nods. "Uh-huh."

"From a certain point of view, you were right to do so. I laugh at death because I recognise it as part of a circle, a circle which holds both joy and sorrow in it. But many who laugh at death do so without understanding what it is they are doing. Do you understand?"

"Kind of." Luke looks confused, but stays quiet and lets Obi-Wan explain. His aunt and uncle taught him to be polite, at least.

"Your father has broken that circle, Luke. He has created life where it does not belong."

"He said you would say that."

"What else did he say?"

With a shrug, Luke traces one finger against the floor. "He says I'm coming back with them. I... I'm not so sure I want to." He whispers the confession, sounding ashamed. "Do you want to?"

"No, I don't."

Footsteps outside again. Luke springs to his feet, shaking a little with fear, while Obi-Wan rises more slowly.

"I thought I would find you here," Vader says to Luke.

"You didn't lock my door," Obi-Wan remarks. "Your faith is disturbing, all things considered."

"You cannot hurt me now," Vader says calmly. Luke flinches a little, doing his best to hide it. Vader turns to him. "Are you so afraid of your father, boy?"

Luke shakes his head. "No. It's just... your mask is strange. I've never seen anything like it."

With a nod, Vader taps his fingers against the side of the helmet. "Such things could never function in the sand and wind of Tatooine."

"Can you take it off?"

"Someday soon. When I have enough of those I trust around me, I will create a new body for myself. Then I will have no more need of this mask. Then we can meet face to face at last, my son."

All Vader's attention is focussed on the boy, and Obi-Wan chooses the moment to strike. His options are limited without his lightsaber, but he has had hours to plan his attack. He unbalances Vader with a shove through the Force and heads for the door, grabbing Luke's hand as he does so.

"Run!" he tells the boy, and a split-second later his breath leaves his throat in a choked gasp as his windpipe is squeezed in an invisible vice.

"It's not that I don't want to best you in a fair fight, Obi-Wan," Vader says idly, flexing his fingers a little. Obi-Wan's vision begins to swim. "It's just I'm sure we both remember how well that went for all involved last time, and I'm in no hurry to repeat history."

Vader lets go, and Obi-Wan falls to the floor, gulping at air.

"I had hoped we could begin again, my old Master, but it seems you are going to make things difficult," Vader says, and Obi-Wan just has enough time to think why must they always knock me out? before the darkness takes him down again.

--


This new room is black as pitch, and there are inhibitors back on his wrists and around his forehead. They're locked on, and Obi-Wan can't help but wonder why Vader even made a pretense at civility and reason. Surely they both knew that things would end exactly as they have when Obi-Wan was brought aboard.

"Obi-Wan?" a voice asks hesitantly, and all the clues Obi-Wan refused to notice fall into place. The sudden silence in his mind, and the strange familiarity just on the edge of notice. "That's... your name, isn't it?"

It seems redundant, at this point, to boggle at the audacity and horror of what Vader is trying to do.

"Yes."

"I knew that was your name." The voice -- Obi-Wan has to think of it as that, and only that, for fear that sanity will leave him entirely -- sounds awed and happy. "I remembered it. Usually I have trouble with things like that, but not with you."

"Your memories are damaged?" You should not be. This should not be happening.

"Something went wrong... Lord Vader tried to put something in my mind, like the others have. Something to give me clarity about the Empire. But it... didn't work. And now I can't remember a lot of things."

"Are there any lights in here? Where are we?"

"It's a holding cell. There's no way out or in unless you have a key, or the Force... and we've got inhibitors on, and don't have the key."

"Yes, yes, I'll worry about all that in a minute. How do we get light?" Obi-Wan stands, leaning against a wall for balance. He can feel the hum of the engines through it, which places the room near the back of the ship.

"Here, let me." There is the sound of movement, and a dial being turned. Thin, pale light seeps in, casting thin shadows from what little cargo there is: some crates, a cold-storage device, and a heap of blankets on the floor.

Qui-Gon is dressed in black pants and a dark tunic, his feet bare and his hair cut haphazardly short. He looks to be perhaps sixteen years old.

"He wanted an apprentice," Obi-Wan says, and for the first time almost wishes he had the strength in his heart to end Anakin's life.

"My aging slowed two weeks ago. That's when he realised something was wrong in my head."

"That's why he's come for Luke?"

Qui-Gon nods.

Obi-Wan draws in a deep breath. "Show me the key mechanism for the door."

It's state-of-the-art, but the art in question is the Empire's, and that means corners have been cut. Obi-Wan prods at the wires, disconnecting one and twining it with another. It's finicky, difficult work, but eventually the mechanism chirps and the lock hisses as it unseals.

"Got it!" Obi-Wan says, and smiles at Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon looks thoughtful for a long beat, staring at the exposed circuitry, and doesn't seem to hear.

"I... there were lessons, and... you didn't like them. You wanted to be reading instead..."

Obi-Wan blinks hard, and swallows back his sorrow. "Yes. That's right."

"I never remember this much."

"There are meditations we can try which might help you. For now, we have to get Luke off this ship and away to safety."

Obi-Wan presses his palm against the door's electronic latch. The corridor outside is dark; the humming sounds of the engines stronger. Obi-Wan gestures for Qui-Gon to follow.

There is a light patter of footfalls, and Luke tears around the corner in front of them, stopping himself barely short of crashing headlong.

"Ben!" he pants, surprised. "I'm here to rescue you." He holds up a ring of cardkeys.

"Good, good." Obi-Wan holds his wrists. "Is there one to deactivate these?"

Luke sifts through the cards. "This one might work." He waves it over the inhibitors. They click open, followed a moment later by the band around Obi-Wan's forehead. It's like being able to breathe again.

"Here, let me," Obi-Wan says, and unlocks Qui-Gon's own encircled wrists. Their bond, strong when Obi-Wan was a student and made moreso over the slow years by the edge of the Dune Sea, flares between them like an arc of electricity. Obi-Wan was anticipating the jolt, and lets it pass through him, but Qui-Gon stumbles at the power.

"Easy, easy." Obi-Wan puts a hand on his shoulder to steady him. The familiarity of Qui-Gon's body, always a few degrees warmer than Obi-Wan's own, is an unexpected surprise. His throat chokes a little. "Let it flow as it will."

Qui-Gon nods, and regains his balance. "I'm all right."

"What do we do now?" Luke asks. Obi-Wan smiles at him.

"You're the one who rescued us. I assume you have a foolproof plan."

Luke looks exasperated. "Are you ever serious about anything?"

"We should find a pod, and return to the surface before the ship moves out of range. We must go collect Leia, and get her to safety," decides Obi-Wan. "Hopefully Bail has some knowledge of where... allies might be found."

Qui-Gon grasps at Obi-Wan's hand, drawing strength and focus. "I think I know..." His mind darts, skipping over the yawning blanknesses Obi-Wan can sense spotted across his memories and dreams, and his brow furrows. "I used to..."

"Save your searching until we are out of range. There would be little point in discovering the answers when they may be overheard by unfriendly ears."

"Yes, of course. I am sorry," Qui-Gon says, letting go of Obi-Wan's hand.

"No need to apologise. Any knowledge you have will be of great help."

Luke clears his throat. "You two remember the part where we're escaping, don't you?"

Obi-Wan pats the boy on the head, smiling at the growl of irritation the gesture earns him. "Come along, then."

He can feel that Vader is asleep, and that the onboard crew are clever but not Force-sensitive. Padme, who has always carried an amount of unconscious, unfocused power in her, is reading and thinking of... an ocean? No, a lake, and imagining children playing at the water's edge. Obi-Wan cannot tell if it is a memory or a hope.

They head down to the lower levels, moving as quietly and quickly as they can. Qui-Gon's bare feet aid him now, but will become a problem if they manage to reach the surface of the planet. He is already too tall and lanky to be comfortably carried. Obi-Wan hopes they land close to a settlement.

Luke points down one of the side corridors as they reach the bottom of a narrow flight of steps. "Here, I think it's -"

"You can't leave."

Shmi is standing at the top of the stairs, a small blaster clutched in both her hands. Her mouth trembles. "I won't let you."

Obi-Wan is about to react when Luke steps forward, his face stern. "Put the gun down."

She begins to shake. "No."

"Put it down. You're going to go to sleep now."

She glares at him furiously, tears in her eyes, but after a moment she puts the blaster aside and lies down, pillowing her head on her hands. Her face doesn't slacken as her breathing evens, a look of concentration and effort pinching her features.

"Luke?" Obi-Wan asks quietly. The boy's shoulders sag, and he turns. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

Luke shrugs, offering a tired smile. "I just knew, I guess. Like walking, or talking, or something like that."

Obi-Wan rubs his forehead. Two young would-be Jedi in his care, both in need of particular attention, and a third if they manage to reach Alderaan before Vader. He's too old for this.

"Come on," he says. "She's fighting it already. We need to move fast."

The pod they find is built for three, luckily enough.

"I'm not in the middle!" Luke declares, keeping his voice quiet, and clambers in.

"Neither am I," Qui-Gon says. Obi-Wan quirks an eyebrow. Qui-Gon gives him a small, nostalgic smile. It looks particularly haunting on such a young face. "I fear youth will always have the edge over wisdom when opponents meet with equal skill, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan tries, and fails, to hold back a small laugh. "Fine. I'll be take the centre."

As soon as they close the door on the pod and set coordinates, an alarm begins to sound. It'll be pure dumb luck if they manage to evade capture for any length of time at all.

"I have a bad feeling about this," mutters Obi-Wan, hitting the release button.

--

the end.

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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:03 pm (UTC)

See, I'm evil like that. Long-time readers of this lj can vouch for the fact that I tend to drag people places they had no desire to go, fannishly. I like to think of it as the Overwhelming Annoyance factor in my personality :D.


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renne
renne
renne
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 10:14 am (UTC)

oh.

oh. that's brilliant.

what a wonderful realisation of what might have happened!


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:05 pm (UTC)

Thank you so much! *glomps you*


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cupiscent
cupiscent
cookie i think you're TAME
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 10:17 am (UTC)

I pounced on this like a mad pouncey thing. You, Miss Mary, are a wonderful, stunning, magnificent thing. And this was entirely not what I was expecting.

First thought: Damn, I wanted to use the "Luke is so much like Anakin and ANGST!" option. *G*

Second thought: This is utterly delightful.
- "For weeks?"/"It was very unexpected." - laughter ensues.
- "Really, Master, if you don't pin me soon, I'll begin to think you're letting me win." *goes to the porn place* Whoops.
- My uncle says I break more than I fix. - OH. LOVE. the making and the undoing and did I mention LOVE?

Third thought: oh? oh. oh! oh my. oh goodness. Your brain, Mary. He's... he made... he... OH. It's so wrong. It's so good, and so wrong. It's so thinking with his heart. It's SO Anakin. It knocks the wind out of me and all I can do is read it, and marvel, and wow.

Fourth thought: Still delightful, though. why must they always knock me out? - more laughter. And Qui-Gon. And just OH. You are wonderful; you take the light-hearted, and the stuff that drags me under in the most beautiful, poignant way, and you weave it altogether and it's just so lovely.

I'm a happy little Dee. Glee. Thank you so much.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:08 pm (UTC)

Bwee! I WIN! *uses icon denoting win*

Honestly, thank you so much, happy little Dee. I value your opinion highly, and I'm so glad you enjoyed this. Your comments make me bwee. I am sitting here and grinning like a loony. YAY!

*lacks anything useful to reply with* Um, thanks!


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petronelle
petronelle
Petra
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 10:40 am (UTC)

But -- I -- Star Wars -- Obi-Wan -- Anakin --

You are adept at making silk purses out of darn near anything. Your Anakin-craziness makes me shiver; your aching, yearning resurrected-people make me want to hold them and fix things. Beautiful. As always.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:11 pm (UTC)

You are adept at making silk purses out of darn near anything.

Oh, I don't know, I've never tried to write, like, Arizona Dream fanfic or something.

But thanks so much. I really appreciate your opinion. And I'm sorry if I made you read Star Wars fic when you would've rather not. :) *fails to actually be sorry*


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lame_pegasus
lame_pegasus
Mona
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 10:50 am (UTC)

What does that mean the end??? Does that mean you keep me hanging in the air?

Please, please, write more of this. If I would want to quote my favorite part, I would have to copy and paste the whole thing, for heaven's sake. This is pitch dark, thrilling, it turns my mind upside down and it is simply amazing.

*hugs*


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:13 pm (UTC)

Awww, thank you. I always love hearing your opinion on my writing. *hugs you back*


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miss_pryss
miss_pryss
The Scientific Nature of the Whammy
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 10:57 am (UTC)

Oh yay! Wonderful and exciting.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:13 pm (UTC)

Thankyou! I'm glad you enjoyed it.


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__marcelo
__marcelo
__marcelo
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:21 pm (UTC)

Can we kidnap Lucas and make him film this? It'd be a better Ep IV than Ep IV!


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:23 pm (UTC)

*ponders* If this were to be made into an actual film, I'd have to write in some gratuitous nudity. I could never forgive myself if I didn't give Ewan a chance for nakedness.


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rubynye
rubynye
rubynye
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:33 pm (UTC)

Oh BOY.

*wideyed wonder*


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:34 pm (UTC)

In the words of Darth Vader: Yipee!


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vassilissa
vassilissa
Vass
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:41 pm (UTC)

Yes! *glee*

Everyone else has already said most of what I like, but I wanted to pick up on Obi-Wan being smart enough to tell Qui-Gon not to remember stuff out loud when there are bad guys.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:45 pm (UTC)

Frankly, I'm surprised the Jedi's average life expectancy is as long as it is. They're very prone to extremely silly choices.

Thanks for commenting. :)


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swear_jar
swear_jar
jellybeans and bloodspatter
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:41 pm (UTC)

This was amazing! I'm definitely going to put this in my next rec post.

ugfpdsdf0[fudfg[dfyo8dfy df [/keyboard mash of incoherent love].


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:46 pm (UTC)

Eee! Thanks. I'm really glad you liked it.


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penknife
penknife
penknife
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:55 pm (UTC)

Ooh, I love this! It's dark and twisty and neat, and I like your Obi-Wan. (Please pretend I have made additional insightful comments -- my brain is work-related mush right now.)


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 12:57 pm (UTC)

Insightful comments! A Jedi craves not these things. [/grover voice]

I'm really glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for commenting. I hope the work-related mush isn't of the yucky kind.


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musesfool
musesfool
peeps wanna see peeps boink
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 01:21 pm (UTC)

Excellent.

Now what happens when they find Leia? *g*


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:33 am (UTC)

Hee! If you want to find out, you'll have to write it. ;)


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illiterate
illiterate
buttsecks <3
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 02:05 pm (UTC)
I give you my crazy space incest icon.

Have you ever read a piece of fan fiction and half-way through forgot who the author was because you were just so caught up in the universe? Well, that happened to me here.

I'm reading, reading, reading and thinking OHMIGOD, THIS IS SO GOOD. HOLY CRAP. Then I get to the end and I'm like, Oh yeah, it's Mary. Of course it's so good. Duh

Read a lot of Star Wars fic lately, and this take the serious cake. Actually reads like one of those incredible novels I loved so much back in the day. Say, Kevin Anderson, maybe.

Loved Luke's, "Ben! I'm here to rescue you!" and his moments of Force use. And the plot makes So! Much! Sense! Seriously, dude. Sell it to George Lucas as an in-between novel and keep writing. It's perfect and solvable and OMG New York Times bestseller.

Hart you!


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:35 am (UTC)
Re: I give you my crazy space incest icon.

Yay! Luke/Leia: breakfast of retcon-defying champions. OR something.

And I'm kind of speechless at your nice words, but thanks so much. I'm really touched. :D


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weaverandom
weaverandom
Weaves
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 02:56 pm (UTC)

You WIN the galaxy far far away. All of it. !!!!!

That made me shiver. Best bridging fic between the old and new trilogies I've ever read. And... so wrong, but so right. I bet Vader would have. And young!Luke, he kills me. And Padme! yeeeeep!

Um. Wow. That's all I got.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:35 am (UTC)

YAY! Oh, thanks so much, I'm so happy that you enjoyed it. *glees*


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ladyjestyr
ladyjestyr
the wrong tune played til it sounded right
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 02:58 pm (UTC)

Oh! what a fabulous concept, and so well-drawn. I love the way you tie it back to the original story, and the characterisations - especially Obi-Wan.

It's odd; for such a grim, horrific concept I felt unexpectedly happy at the end. That may just have been over the Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon reunion, mind you. :)


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:37 am (UTC)

It's odd; for such a grim, horrific concept I felt unexpectedly happy at the end. That may just have been over the Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon reunion, mind you. :)

It was a happy fic to write, too, weirdly enough. I think it's Obi-Wan's optimism. *squishes him*


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lomedet
lomedet
another d**m learning experience
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 03:20 pm (UTC)

oh my.

this was amazing.

and, of course, I want more. I want the running-from-the-Empire, and Obi-Wan dealing with a 16yo Qui-Gon and all his uncertain memories and ultimately, a happy ending.

but then that might just be my own little quirk.

thank you so much for writing this.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:38 am (UTC)

Well, it seems others share your quirk, so fret not. But I don't think I'll be writing more of it. I don't know. Famous last words and all that jazz.

And thanks for commenting. :D


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chameleongirl79
chameleongirl79
Tyson Ritter gave me the glitter herp!!
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 03:21 pm (UTC)

::Flails and dies::
You rock like a rocking thing! ^_^


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:38 am (UTC)

Go me! :D


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antheia
antheia
I am awesome, not magical.
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 03:46 pm (UTC)

I <3 you muchly.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:38 am (UTC)

*reciprocates*


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volatilesublime
volatilesublime
The destructo-monkey that cried, "Eeeek!"
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 04:06 pm (UTC)
<i>Why must they always knock me out?</i>

Honestly, my favorite line, even with all the rampant angst. It made me giggle, and I can close my eyes and just SEE the expression on Obi-wan's face as he thinks this. Not to mention the half-resigned sigh.

This totally made being too ill to go to my sister's awards ceremony totally worth it.

I loved it! But I'll be good and leave some more thoughtful commentary than that. But, absolutely, Wow and more wow are on the top of my list of insight at the moment.

I love the way you write. Normally I cannot stand present-tense fic, but hon, you make it work for you. I can't write like that, and gods, do I know it. Normally that thought alone would make me brim with passive-agressive rage, but the fact that you write like you, that is enough for me.

And I adore tiny!precocious!Luke. He brings such a smile to my face. I'd love Obi-wan anywhere, to be honest, but you bring him so well to life; again, if I only just close my eyes I can see him really doing and saying these things. As for Anakin... *shudders* As much as I love/hate him... I can see him doing these things as well, in his way of unflinching, whole-hearted love for and need of his loved ones. It just fits. Every bit of it. Creepy Padme. Young Qui-gon. I normally don't aks for this but if you'd even consider continuing this beautiful story arc you've created, I'd be eternally grateful. :D


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:41 am (UTC)
clone wars icon! *squishes it*

Awww, toon-Obi-Wan! Yay!

Thank you so much for your comments. I'm at a loss of what to say in response, I'm afraid, I just want to squee and nod and be yay-y that you enjoyed it so much and got so much out of it. Thanks so much for your comment. I wish you many glittery things in your day as karmic repayment.

I actually find past-tense near to impossible these days, though it used to be all I could write. I'm not sure why that is, except perhaps a short stint as a short-film writer. Scripts make one's brain work differently for a long time afterward.


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violin_road
violin_road
LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER AND TWICE AS SPARKLY
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 04:29 pm (UTC)

I'm going to buck the trend here and say I don't want more of this, because first of all it's absolutely perfect the way it is, and second of all the last thing I need is to get dragged into reading Star Wars fic of all things.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:33 am (UTC)

*apologises for evilness of making you read SW*

Thanks for commenting. I'm glad you think it's cool the way it is. :D


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ladysorka
ladysorka
Cristin Anne
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 05:24 pm (UTC)

Oh. Oh my, yes. This is... this is the perfect little AU.

And I want more of the this universe, but at the same time I don't because this fic in and of itself is just lovely and perfect and....

Because Anakin would do something like that, had he access to the clone cylinders, it's not even a question, really.

And Luke, and Qui-Gon (!), and...

This is just lovely.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:32 am (UTC)

Thanks so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed it and that it made sense to you. *yays with yayness*


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katemonkey
katemonkey
strangerette in a strange land
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 07:17 pm (UTC)

Oh maaaaan...

And Anakin so would, if he could. Totally not realising the wrongness of it, focusing instead on how he's going to make things so much better for them now and things aren't going to go wrong and everyone will be happy again — he'll make sure of it.

And then adorable little Luke, who just wants to see what happens, and Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon (!!)...it's all just...God!

I half want to see what happens next and I half don't, because this is just so wonderful.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:31 am (UTC)

In the words of one of your icons: Woo! Yay!

I'm so glad you liked it. I bow down to your much-cooler-than-me star wars fannishness, for you find DIY vibrator guides and other such usefulnesses. And thanks so much for the words of yay. :D


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danachan
danachan
Dana
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 07:30 pm (UTC)

This is so, so incredible. I read it before I went to work this morning and then I thought about it all day (which might explain why I was so absentminded, heh).

And this? Is a thing of love.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:30 am (UTC)

BWEE! I win. :D Thanks so much!


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van
van
Van
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 08:15 pm (UTC)

What fun, Mary. You must write more. I'm quite intrigued. :)


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:29 am (UTC)

I'm glad you liked it. I love your icon.


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marksykins
marksykins
you do not cross a sugarbaker woman
Wed, Jun. 1st, 2005 08:33 pm (UTC)

Ahhh! This is perfect. I can't even tell you how in love with this story I am.

"What do we do now?" Luke asks. Obi-Wan smiles at him.

"You're the one who rescued us. I assume you have a foolproof plan."

Luke looks exasperated. "Are you ever serious about
anything?"

And that's double-perfect. I love it.


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sharpest_rose
sharpest_rose
Isn't moral anarchy kind of the point?
Thu, Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:29 am (UTC)

Thanks so much! *glees*


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