A Mile in Their Shoes(JA fanfic by Cassia)

Finally a new fanfic by Cassia!!!!!!!
woo hooo!!!!!!!!! I feel so special posting it for her. LOL.

I will post the first part within 15 mins(more or less).

I will be back!

Kim B

 

Okay, soooo POST

 

HERE IT IS!!!!!!

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Message from the author:

Hey, here I am, dragging myself back from the dead, or at least,
from a killer case of writer's block, which is worse!
I decided it was time to write a humorous adventure story for a
change.
I have a picture that I touched up to sort of go with this story.
It's really small, so I'm attaching to this post in case anybody
wants to see it. I'll only do this this once so please don't yell at
me!
The picture is not very good quality I'm afraid, but it was all I had
to
work with at the time. Hopefully it will give you all a good laugh
despite
it's poor reselution! (oops, spell check is taking the day off!)
Hope you enjoy, and it's good to be back!
--Cassia

Title: A Mile in their Shoes
By: Cassia
Email: cassia_a@hotmail.com
Category: Story, Humor, Drama, Adventure, etc.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, I think.
Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the
exclusive property of George Lucas. All others belong to me.
I have no official permission to use these characters, but
I'm not being paid for it either, so that's okay.
Feedback: Yes Please!
Time Frame: 9 years before TPM. Obi-Wan is 16.

Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.

Summary: When the young Queen-to-be of the Planet Radoon's life is
threatened, Obi-Wan must go undercover to protect her, but just how
far will the ruse have to go? And will it be enough?


-A Mile in their Shoes-


PART ONE:

"You're not serious Master?" Obi-Wan pleaded. "Please
tell me you're not serious about this."

"I am very serious about this Obi-Wan, it is the only
way," Qui-Gon had no mercy on the 16-year-old. He pushed
his Padawan down into a chair. "Mon Drane here has been
good enough to offer us his services for the... makeover."

The multiple-armed Cestian smiled and tipped a little
bow. He leaned Obi-Wan's chair back and picked up a jar
filled with some kind of flesh-colored cream.

Obi-Wan groaned. "But Master, do you honestly expect
me to be able to pass for, for a girl?"

"Oh, you'll pass quite nicely when I'm done with you,"
Mon Drane assured cheerfully. He ran one of his thumbs
along Obi-Wan's smooth jaw-line as if assessing the
apprentice. "You'll be very pretty," he concluded. That
was not exactly what Obi-Wan wanted to hear.

"But Master, won't this be, deceiving people?" he
asked hopefully. "Surely there is another way..." Obi-Wan
was still looking for a way out of this as the supple-
fingered Cestian started smearing the cold, greasy cream on
his face.

"It's not being deceitful, it's playing a part. Obi-
Wan, this is the Radoonian rite of passage for the
Princess. No males are allowed to be present, but our job
is to protect the Princess at all times. The threat
against her will not be over until she sits on Radoon's
throne," Qui-Gon explained patiently.

Obi-Wan grimaced. The three days until that happened
seemed much too far away for the apprentice at that moment.

Princess Mareeja was only a year older than Obi-Wan,
but a sad twist of events had left her with a planet to
rule after the terrible double-murder of her parents. The
killer or killers had never been caught, but Mareeja felt
sure that her Uncle, Warren Dejabold was behind the
murders, and would try for her too. However, the young
Princess had no proof, so she turned to the Jedi and the
Council sent Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in response to the
Princess's plea for protection until the coronation
ceremony.

Obi-Wan was not sure he understood it entirely, but
somehow, after Mareeja was crowned Queen, the threat to her
was over, even though her parents had been killed while
they were king and queen. It hardly made sense, but it had
something to do with the fact that if she was killed, or
captured *before* the coronation, while Radoon had no
official ruler, then her Uncle could step into power as the
next of kin. On the other hand, if something happened to
her *after* she was the Queen, and she had no heir to take
the throne, then the law said that Radoon would hold
elections, to elect itself new monarchy. War

 

Who was it who came up with the name "Obi-Wanda" in the USJS Truth or Dare thread? Well, never mind! This is a great start to another great Cassia story! I can't wait to see how it develops. Obi-Wan, you are dead wrong! This really is going to be loads of fun--for us at least!

I wish I could write like Cassia...

 

This IS the ultimate Obi-Torture!

I'm laughing so hard my side hurts.

 

Does anybody want to see a picture Cassia has made? (OWK dressed up) its a JPG picture. Could someone tell me HOW~ to post it?

Kim B

 

What a wonderful story!! Of course we'd love to see the picture.

Obi-Wan in disguise with a bunch of adolescent girls, I can't wait.

Just think of all the insight the boy could learn about the opposite. Heh, heh!!

 

Another great story by Cassia! I can tell this is going to be fascinating. How about another post, say real, real SOON!

 

So, Obi-Wan gets to walk in the shoes of the fairer sex. Hmm, I wonder if this will change his perspective on girls....

 

YIPPEE, another Cassia story

Loved the mental picture I get of Obi, reminds me of when I used to torture my little brother and dress him like a girl. Also Obi, beware those nylons only get more uncomfortable the longer you wear them

Can't wait for more, I personally don't think a room full of 16 -17 year old girls would be to upset to find Obi at their party

 

I saw "by Cassia" and had to stop in. Now I'm laughing so hard that typing is difficult. Obi-wanda indeed!!

 

I had tears in my eyes I was laughing SO hard!!!
Let's just hope Obi-Wan just doesn't have to go to the washroom! Though, it would be interesting to find out how he would deal with the awkward situation! (hint hint)

 

Oh... my... word...

 

Would Obi-Wan have to wear a corset to maintain his "figure?" This is SUCH a funny idea.
Can we have a picture, please?

 

Just a question HOW~~~~ do you get pictures up here????????

I am about to post a new part now it will take me around 15 mins or less, if anyone stops by wait.

Kim B

 

PART TWO:

At the entrance to the palace, Obi-Wan gave the guards
who halted him the fake invitation that Qui-Gon had
procured for him.

"Lady Obijeena," the guard welcomed "her" after
okaying the invitation. They bowed politely and let Obi-
Wan pass.

The apprentice followed the lushly decorated corridor
to the room where the ceremony was to be held. *Obijeena,
couldn't Qui-Gon have come up with something better than
that..?*

The room, when he reached it, was huge and filled with
dozens, perhaps hundreds of young girls ranging from 13 to
16. Despite how he was dressed, Obi-Wan felt immediately
out of place. The Jedi quickly shoved aside his discomfort
and centered himself. All these people were a good thing.
In a throng like this, it was highly unlikely that anyone
would notice him.

Princess Mareeja sat on a jeweled chair in the center
of the room. She looked very beautiful. The slate-blue
silk dress she wore offset her copper hair in a lovely way.

When she moved, the dress glittered and flashed. Obi-
Wan realized that this was because the dress was encrusted
with jewels. Yet, despite her obvious wealth and status,
the future Queen's face was a kind one, and held no trace
of the kind of snobbery that one might expect from someone
of her position. Obi-Wan already knew from his and Qui-
Gon's previous dealings with her that Mareeja's disposition
matched her beauty. He couldn't understand how anyone
could want to hurt her.

The ceremony itself did not last very long and the
rest of the evening was more or less one large girl party.

The girls chatted about this, that and one million
other things. Some of them knew each other, some did not.
Obi-Wan didn't know how they could find so many things to
converse about. Talk ranged from the various merits of
they're boyfriends to their parents, to the latest music
and fashion. Having nothing useful to contribute to any of
those subjects, Obi-Wan stayed on the fringes and no one
paid him any mind. He could have found many quite
intelligent conversations had he tried, but he had no
interest in having anyone notice him more than they had to.
He was here to keep an eye on the Princess and that's all
he wanted to do.

The girls started playing group games. Some of them
looked quite interesting, but Obi-Wan felt far too out-of-
place to join any of them.

Princess Mareeja held her sides, aching from having
laughed so hard. She was enjoying herself thoroughly. It
was rare occasions like this when she could forget all her
responsibilities and concerns and be a normal girl. The
only stain on her happiness was the fact that her Mother
should have been Master of Ceremonies for her coming of
age. She missed her parents, but it was hard to grieve for
people you barely knew. Schooled off planet and attended
by a host of nursemaids and servants to take care of her
every need, she had very few memories of her parents being
involved in her life, but she felt no resentment over this.
It was simply the way things were. She had been well taken
care of, and even if the day that she would have to ascend
the throne had come much earlier than anyone expected, she
was ready. She had been trained her whole life to be
ready.

The music played on and the other girls were already
starting another game. Looking up, Mareeja saw that girl
again, the one in the blue dress. The Princess had noticed
that the girl did not participate in the games, she never
seemed to talk to anyone and every time Mareeja saw her,
she was alone. Mareeja felt sorry for the girl. She was
obviously very shy and the Princess felt a little indignant
that none of the other guests were making any attempt to
make her feel more welcome.

The room pulsed and moved to the rhythm of popular
Radoon music. Obi-Wan had lost sight of the Princess in
the crowd. He looked around and found her, heading
straight for him.

The girl looked over as Mareeja approached and the
Princess got a good look at her for the first time. Her
features were a trifle strong and Mareeja guessed that her
blue dress was intentionally as l

 

Obijeena, isnt that a funny name? How unoriginal of Qui-Gon to think that one up I wonder how long it took him to think of that name. I cracked up reading about that.

Kim B

 

I agree. Obijeena is pretty funny.

Great thread Cassia and again thanks for sharing it Kim.

 

Thank-you Healer Leona, I have the next part but due to lack of feedback I am thinking of withholding the story <evil grin> . So if people feedback here before I comebak in 30 min(or less) I will post it. MWA HA HAA HA HA(I think I copied that one off JMG) tongue.gif tongue.gif

Kim B tongue.gif

 

boo hooo hooo hoooo no replies I will wait another 15 mins or more.

Kim B

 

This story is GREAT!!! Please Post! I would have written sooner, but I was eating supper.
More???

 

Oh my gosh, I just found this and its HILAROIUS!!!! ROFLOL
Oh post more!!!!

 

someone posted! I am touched. I had a different reason for not posting it I will post with in 60 SECONDs after this post.

Kim B

 

Here is the next part, remember to feedback!

Kim B


-A Mile in their Shoes-

PART THREE:

Mareeja entered the stateroom. The heavy wood doors
swung shut behind her and for some reason, the sound made
her jump, just a little. She looked around.

"Where is Prime Minister Bosh?" she asked the guards.
There did not seem to be anyone in the room.

"He was unable to make it your Highness," the guard on
her right said, calmly drawing his blaster and pointing it
at her chest.

Mareeja felt her heart jump up into her throat and
start hammering wildly. "Wh-what is the meaning of this?!"
she demanded, backing up. She tried to be angry and
commanding but her voice wavered, betraying the panic that
was sweeping through her.

The other guard caught her from behind, clapping his
hand over her mouth and wrapping his other arm about her
waist.

The first guard pressed his blaster against her
temple. "Don't make a sound your Highness, and you won't
get hurt," he half threatened, half promised.

Mareeja did not believe him. She was sure these men
intended to kill her just as her parents had been killed.
She began struggling fiercely, trying to break away from
them. The man with the blaster struck her a violent blow
behind her ear with the barrel of his weapon and the
Princess sagged in her captor's arms, dazed.

Lights danced across her vision and a loud buzzing
filled her ears. The last thing she remembered was seeing
Obijeena burst through the doors. *"No, Obijeena! They'll
kill you too! Get out of here!"* she thought desperately
for a moment before another blow rendered the young lady
unconscious.

Outside, Obi-Wan had felt Mareeja's sudden surge of
terror. Pushing against the door he had found it locked.
The Force took care of that in a matter of moments. He
burst into the room just as one of the "guards" clubbed the
Princess, knocking her out cold. The traitorous guard held
his weapon to Mareeja's head, daring Obi-Wan to try
something. "Better not make any sudden moves or loud
sounds," he warned. "Or her Highness dies."

Obi-Wan hesitated, quickly running through his
options. If he could somehow distracted them for a moment,
just enough to get that blaster away from Mareeja's head,
then he knew he stood a pretty fair chance. There were
only two of them.

A large picture of the previous King and Queen,
hanging on the wall behind the two men and the unconscious
Princess, caught the apprentice's attention.

"What do you want? What's going on? What have you
done to the Princess?" Obi-Wan bought time, playing his
persona and allowing his voice to quaver as if he were
afraid. Through the Force he gave the wire the picture
hung on a nudge, sliding it off the hook...

The picture fell with a thud, causing the two traitors
to, predictably, look over their shoulders and see what
caused the noise.

Obi-Wan sprang into action. Snatching the blaster
away from the first guard he ducked an ill thought of
swing, causing the Princess' two assailants to collide with
one another. Things were going well until suddenly, a
blaster bolt came out of nowhere, scorching the floor by
his feet as he jumped aside, only just in time. He
realized too late that they were no longer alone in the
room. Somewhere near a dozen men had materialized,
seemingly out of nowhere.

Obi-Wan stopped. Without his lightsaber, he could not
hope to fight that many men at such close range and still
keep both he and the unconscious Princess safe and alive.

"That's it, be a good girl," one of the men said,
stepping out of the shadows. The leader snapped his
fingers and one of his men took Obi-Wan's arms, binding his
wrists together tightly behind his back.

"Seems we've got a real spitfire here," the leader
said in mock appreciation, running the back of his hand
under Obi-Wan's jaw, tipping the young Jedi's head up
slightly. There was a leer in the man's dark grey eyes
that Obi-Wan had never had directed at *him* before. For a
moment, he felt very glad that he was not really a girl.
The Padawan met the leader's gaze with a defiant glare.

The leader s