A Mile in Their Shoes(JA fanfic by Cassia)

PART SIX:

"Excuse me," Mareeja interrupted the guard's game.
"Excuse me, I have to use the restroom."

"Me too," Obi-Wan, by her side, chimed in.

"Yeah, yeah," the guards groaned at the interruption.
"One at a time. Come on your Highness, you first."

"No, I can't wait!" Obi-Wan protested.

"Okay then, you first," the guards were becoming
seriously annoyed.

"I can't wait either!" Mareeja put on her best
complaining tone. Both of them started talking at once and
the combined whine was truly nerve grating.

"All right, all right!" the guards gave in. "Estrad,
Danto, Michal, Gordo, take them both."

Obi-Wan and Mareeja exchanged a secret smile of
satisfaction as the guards escorted them out the door. The
guards were a little more careless than they should have
been, and they let the prisoners get ahead of them a little
bit.

Obi-Wan gave Mareeja the barest of nods.

Mareeja suddenly stumbled and fell. Clutching her
ankle as if in great pain she started howling. Just loud
enough to disconcert their guards, but not enough so to
bring anyone else around to investigate the noise.

For an instant, all their attention was on Mareeja.
It was all Obi-Wan needed.

A few quick moves and he had all the guards' blasters
out of their holsters before they knew what was happening.
Dodging a swing he quickly set them all to stun and tossed
two to Mareeja. He hoped she could figure out how to use
them. About a minute and a half later, all four guards lay
senseless on the floor.

Mareeja was breathing hard; this was quite a bit more
adventure than she was used to. "You're good at this
Obijeena! However did you get their blasters so fast?" she
asked in admiration as they slid quickly and quietly down
the hall.

"Um, I've had some training," he answered truthfully.
"I'll tell you about it later."

They came to a place where the passage joined a larger
hallway.

"Which way do we go?" Mareeja asked uncertainly.

Obi-Wan hesitated in thought.

"Hey, you!" a voice shouted from up the hall on their
right. Several men rounded the corner, spotting them.

"Well, I guess that takes care of that question!" Obi-
Wan said, grabbing Mareeja's hand and sprinting down the
hall to the left. Fortunately for them, the building they
were being held in was a small one and when they burst out
through the door at the end of the hall they found
themselves outside. An electric fence surrounded the yard.
The men behind them had nearly caught up and now, about
seven more men were coming at a run from far end of the
yard. They didn't have much time.

Dodging blaster bolts from a distance, they scrambled
towards the fence. Obi-Wan decided he would have to
levitate them over it. How he was going to do that while
being shot at he did not know. As they neared the fence he
paused for a moment to return fire. When he turned back,
his blood ran cold. Mareeja obviously did not realize that
the fence was an electric one. She reached up to get a
hold, preparing to climb over it.

"No! Mareeja, don't!" Obi-Wan screamed, but it was
too late. With an upward jump, Mareeja caught hold of the
metal links, pushing the pointy toes of her high-heeled
shoes into the large mesh.

Obi-Wan cringed in horrible anticipation, his legs
pumping to bring him to her side and... nothing happened.
The fence was not turned on. Obi-Wan did not stop to
ponder the reason for this oversight, but grabbed hold and
made his own way over it double quick.

Once on the other side, they found that they were very
literally in the middle of nowhere. Wherever their
abductors had taken them, it was deep in the Radoon jungle.
Pushing his way through the brush and vines, Obi-Wan led
Mareeja in a direction he hoped would eventually get them
somewhere. At least for right now, it got them away from
their former prison.

The pair ran through the trees for a good long time
until they realized they were not being followed. Mareeja
slowed to a trot, unable to run anymore.

"Obijeena, they're not following us anymore," she
gasped as she flopped down to sit on a rock. "Either we
lost them, or they

 

Another wonderful post. Obi-Wan is probably right to suspect their escape was to easy, nothing ever goes easy for the poor boy.

Can't wait for more!!!!!!!!

 

I wonder if Obi-Wan ever had anything go easy for him his whole life. He does seem to be a trouble magnet, poor boy. Be sure to let Cassia know we want more .

 

Yeah, that did look too easy...

Obijeena better think of something.

 

Oh, that was good, REAL GOOD. So, now they're wandering around in the middle of nowhere...about to face a test of their survival skills...

 

So is Obijeena going to let her know that he's Obi-Wan now?

I wonder what they're going to eat. Then there is the problem of bugs and who knows what out there that has glowing eyes and teeth.

Looking forward to your next post!!!

 

No new post yet? ***Sigh*** I keep checking this story every time I get on the internet. There are so many interesting possibilities....

 

Has our favorite writer Cassia gone on vacation????

We miss her!

 

MORE CASSIA PLEASE?

 

I have just received the new part! YAY!!!! I will post it here within 15 mins(from this post)

Kim B

 

-A Mile in their Shoes-


PART SEVEN:

Mareeja could not go anymore. Obi-Wan was pretty
tired too. Walking in these shoes was terrible. How he
longed for his boots and normal Jedi robes. At least it
gave him an appreciation for what the Princess was going
through. He looked at her. Somewhere during the day's
trek she had fallen and ended up in a rather icky mud hole.
Her skin and jewel-encrusted gown were both covered in
partially dried mud and slime. Her hair clung to her face,
plastered down by sweat and dirt.

Next to her, Obi-Wan looked pretty good. His hair was
mussed, but the wig held its shape better than normal hair
did, and his dress had made it through this adventure in a
far better state of repair. All this however, did very
little to brighten Obi-Wan's day. They had walked for
hours, but come no closer to any visible end to this
jungle. He had no idea what day this was or how much time
had passed since they were abducted. And other than keep
walking, he had no idea what they were going to do.

"Just a little further?" he urged Mareeja.

"I'll try," she offered bravely, limping on again.
For being royalty, she really was taking this all quite
well.

Up ahead, they both became aware of the delicious
sound of water. Heading for it, they were very happy to
find a deep, wide stream cutting through the unyielding
jungle. Kicking off their shoes they let the cool water
sooth their aching feet and splashed it on their faces.
After he drank his fill, Obi-Wan looked at the sky. It was
a good hour before dusk would set in, but he knew Mareeja
was exhausted and could not keep his pace. They could
probably stay here for the night. "Why don't we camp
here?" he suggested, and the Princess was hardly about to
disagree.

Obi-Wan went to gather some dry wood to make a fire
with. They had no food, but they could at least have a
little warmth. You would think it would be easy to find
wood in the middle of a forest, but not so. Most of the
wood that was not still attached to the trees were too
decomposed and rotted to be useful, but he managed to
gather a small pile.

Heading back he placed the wood on the ground and got
to work starting a fire. Then he looked around and
wondered where Mareeja was.

"Mareeja? Princess Mareeja?" he called, starting to
look about.

"I'll be up in a minute," she called from down by the
stream.

"Okay." He got back to the fire. He was trying to
figure out how he was going to tell Mareeja what he knew he
must tell her. He did not want to keep his true identity
from her anymore, but he was afraid it was going to be
difficult to tell her the truth. He was afraid that she
would think he had lied to her, and that everything he had
said to her was a lie, but he knew he had to do it. He
liked her too much to go on living a lie with her. After a
few minutes he had a cheery little blaze going. Sitting
back he was just beginning to wonder if he should go see if
Mareeja was all right when he felt her coming up the hill.
He looked up, and then wished he hadn't.

Mareeja had obviously just taken a bath in the stream
to wash away the mud from her body and hair. She must have
washed her dress too, only separately...

"Uh, Mareeja," Obi-Wan looked away, his face once more
flushing and his ears turning read. "What did you do with
your dress?"

"It was a mess, I've got it hanging out to dry. I
don't think it'll ever be the same again though, not even
dear Mrs. Brism can fix this one I'm afraid," she laughed
softly, totally unaware of Obi-Wan's embarrassment at her
state of undress.

"The water's really nice, you should take a bath.
I'll hold your things for you. Yours aren't dirty like
mine were," Mareeja offered kindly.

Obi-Wan coughed violently into his hand. "Uh, no, not
really, no. I'd rather not."

"Whatever," Mareeja shrugged. She settled down with
her back against a tree. "It's funny," she said wistfully.
"For a few moments I almost wish that I could stay here,
free like this, and never have to return to the Palace or
any of that responsibility. Sounds horrible of me I
gue

 

"Look out Qui-Gon!"

Oh man when she finds out she's a he. Hee, Hee, Hee.

 

a reply alredy

 

No Qui-GON!

Ohh, Um, Obi-WAn better get back there quick because then he'll realise Qui is in trouble.

Dammit! This story is so good!

More soon?

Please?

 

Only three replies since the last post? tongue.gif Please feedback guys/girls.

The next part is out. Here is when Marjeena discovers Obi is *NOT* a girl.

I will post within 5 mins or less.
Should I post the whole part or devide it up? I thin this one is little loner than the others.

Kim B

 

for some reason the post was rejected I am trying again in a second.

Kim B

 

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 EIGHT:

Rosy dawn spread across the leafy, green, tangle of
the forest. Obi-Wan woke first. Rising and stretching he
rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He was still a little
tired. Sleeping on the ground may not have been very
comfortable, but it was hardly the first time that he had
done so. However, his sleep had been necessarily light, so
that he could keep a mental eye on things even as he slept,
ready to be awake in an instant if anything threatening
came near them. But the night had passed smoothly and now
it was time to move on again.

"Your Highness," he shook Mareeja gently by the
shoulder. "Mareeja, wake up."

Mareeja moaned and groggily pulled herself awake,
sitting up and running a hand through her tousled hair.

"Oohh," she groaned, rubbing her back as she sat up.
"That was definitely *not* the most restful night I have
ever spent. Well, where to from here?" She had become
used to looking to Obi-Wan for direction.

"Onward I guess," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, rising to
his feet.

Mareeja rose and rubbed her stomach. "I'm hungry."

Obi-Wan chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. "Nothing
we can do about that yet I'm afraid," he shook his head.
"Maybe we'll find something along the way," he said
hopefully for her sake.

Mareeja shuddered. "I wouldn't feel safe eating
anything that just *grew* in these woods. There could be
all sorts of poisonous things."

"Some are, some aren't," Obi-Wan half-agreed with her.
"The key is knowing the difference."

"Do you know the difference?" Mareeja asked, pushing
her way through a tangle-bush. The wide leaves smacked
against her as she passed, dampening her dress with the
heavy dew that coated everything, glistening fairy-like in
the early morning light.

Obi-Wan just nodded. "Mostly," he qualified.

"You're awfully smart," Mareeja complemented. "How
did you learn all these things you know?"

"What things, particularly?" Obi-Wan asked, stalling.

"Oh, you know, how to tell what's poisonous or not,
how to fight and move like you did back at that - that
place, those things," Mareeja said.

Obi-Wan was engaged in fighting his way through a
particularly nasty plant-snarl and took a few moments to
consider his answer. He would not lie to her. He would
have to tell her the...

"Mareeja, look at this," he said, stopping suddenly
and kneeling to investigate something on the other side of
the tangle.

Mareeja slid through the opening he had created and
tried to see what Obi-Wan was talking about.

The young Jedi held a small, cylindrical, black object
in his hand, turning it over and examining it curiously.

"What is it? What did you find?" the Princess asked,
kneeling down by him for a closer look. Upon closer
inspection, she realized what it was even before Obi-Wan
answered her.

"It's a communicator," Obi-Wan told her what she
already knew.

"Why, how do you think it got here?" she asked in
surprise.

Obi-Wan shook his head, mystified. Her guess was as
good as his. "I don't know, maybe somebody dropped it, or
lost it out here."

"Do you think it still works?" Mareeja asked
excitedly.

"It looks pretty new," Obi-Wan assessed. Indeed it
could hardly have been there for very long at all. "Only
one way to find out!" he switched the comlink on. There
were no controls to direct to whom the signal went, so it
must have been one of a set of comlinks that were either
tied only to each other, or else operated in some manner
that Obi-Wan was not familiar with.

"Hello?" Obi-Wan spoke into the top of the comlink.
"Hello, can anyone hear me?"

The pair waited for several, breathless moments and
the silence seemed deafening. Then the communicator
crackled and the wonderfully welcome sound of a voice from
the other end broke the silence.

"Hello? Royal Security Officer 3

 

hehehe I loved it when Obi-Wan said "Is it imperative that we discuss this right now."

LOL Okay but you must post more soon. We have to find out what happens.

 

no replies? please feedback PLEASE!!!!!

Kim B

 

This is great. Cassia is so talented.

 

Great new posting! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

 

All right! How are they going to get out of this one? What's with Qui-Gon? Cassia sure knows how to write cliffhangers!

 

Obi-Wan falling into Yoda speech patterns every now and then? How delightful! I suppose this is why Cassia's so good: she spins a great story and spices it with all those wonderful details that make the SW universe so real! So, UP!

 

Goodbye Obijeena. Hello Obi-Wan!

 

Goodbye Obijeena. Hello Obi-Wan!