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red_rose_knight
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Wild Knights: Grasping an Ancient Fire (Obi-Wan, Siri, Garen) - Digital Specters/Completed 5/5
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Timeframe: Between TPM and AOTC
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Siri Tachi, Garen Muln, OCs
Genre: Action/Adventure
Summary: An ancient lightsaber has fallen into the wrong hands and now it is up to Obi-Wan, Siri and Garen to get it back safely.
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The usual disclaimers apply. George Lucas owns it all; I am not making any money on this.
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Author's Note: The reasons for this sudden attack of insanity are not clear, nor is the first draft entirely written but it is plotted out in detail. I am going to keep working on it as I go but decided to go ahead and start posting it. I will try to post every day or two on this. The first few will be daily and then who knows after that.
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Wild Knights: Grasping an Ancient Fire
Chapter One
Wicked winds whipped frozen moisture violently through the air as the sleek form of a Jedi Starfighter gently glided through the white to the landing pad. The spacecraft shuddered under the gale force winds that sent snow and ice cutting across the canopy as if in a desperate attempt to erase the ship’s color that invaded the white world.
Under the ice fogged windows, a figure shifted about but made no attempt to exit the warmth of the craft. Crystalline moisture clung to the fighter’s surface but did little to mar the sight of the bright blue eyes that peered out.
The swirling world of unseen drifts that could swallow a full-grown Gamorrean whole seemed to creep toward the interloper. A few days at the station and the Starfighter would be lost in a pillow of white as evidenced by the many surrounding ships under their snowy blankets.
A frustrated growl escaped the single occupant as the deep brown cloak was drawn close and the cowl pulled low. With a muted swoosh, the canopy slid back and opened, revealing the Jedi occupant. Lithely leaping from the cockpit, boots leaving tracks in the gathering ice crystals over the triangular wing and then easily leapt off landing lightly on the snow blown duracrete.
The icy winds attacked the Jedi from every direction, invisible fingers grasping the hood and stealing it way with a yank. Short blond hair shifted about. Gloved fingers fought a desperate battle to pull the cowl close again. A sea of white surrounded the figure as she turned about staring into the permanent storm that wracked the frozen world.
“Arfour, patch me in to the old folks home,” Siri Tachi barked into the wind. “I want to speak to Adi Gallia.” She mumbled something best left incoherent while the astromech blipped and whistled its compliance.
Although it took precious few moments for the connection to be made, in the harsh environment it felt like the wait of a lifetime. Blue holoimaging splashed across the starfighter’s wing forming into the familiar figure of the High Council member.
“This is punishment,” Siri barked into the biting currents without preamble to her former master.
“I hardly consider this a punishment,” the older Jedi replied as she folded her arms across her chest in an imperialistic fashion.
“You sent me to the coldest, most miserable planet in the galaxy. What did I do to deserve this?”
“Did you make a wrong turn at the Rischi Maze and end up on Hoth?” The master’s mischievous grin turned into a thoughtful look before she added, “Selvax is hardly the coldest planet in the galaxy.”
“The second coldest.”
“Third, I believe.” Giant snowflakes rippled through the holographic figure causing it to briefly destabilize.
Siri growled, tugging at her cloak. Even with the thermal suit under her tunic, it did little to ease the miserable frost that cut deep to her bones. “Master, I am sure there are more important missions I could be attending to,” she said in a more diplomatic tone.
“This is an extremely important mission, my padawan.”
“I mean rescue missions, infiltrating slave rings or chasing raiders. I’ll even take a diplomatic assignment.” She wanted to scream, well, actually she was all ready doing that to hear herself over the howling winds. “Not hunting relics!” Was she complaining too much? It was unbecoming of a Jedi, but she was cold, very cold. She had been asked to do many things in her young life, all of which were in the aid of those who needed help. The tragedy was that she could be helping but instead has been assigned to a menial task of hunting junk shops for a lost lightsaber. Certainly there had to be someone—anyone—else more qualified to do that. A senior padawan, perhaps?
“Yes, this is a punishment,” Adi said shattering the freezing Jedi’s reverie.
“I knew it,” Siri shot back then realized that she was just being humored. She had lost the argument even before it begun otherwise she wouldn’t be standing there.
“Padawan,” Adi said seriously, her blue image shifting in the flurries. “The Prak’sha is important. It is a piece of who we were, who we are. It must be preserved and protected.”
Hearing the words, or rather the tone in which they had been spoken, Siri knew that it was not just any mission even if she did not understand reasoning behind it. Since when has the Council been entirely clear about anything?
Adi raised a finely sculpted brow.
Ignoring the silent reaction, Siri swore to herself that she would find this lightsaber and bring it back to the Temple where it belonged. Meeting her master’s gaze she caught a brief smile caressing the Corellian’s lips. Tugging at the edges of her cowl, Siri hid an unhappy look and obediently nodded. “Yes, Master,” she replied.
Yes, the Prak’sha was important.
“Have faith, my padawan, at least you are not taking on this mission alone.”
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Shaindl
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5/29/03 11:28am
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Great start, Red! The description of the planet made me think of the middle of winter up here in my part of Canada. Rather unkind of you, really to make me think of that in the middle of summer. It's going to be here soon enough, you know. 
I love how you're writing Siri - she's going to be a handful for the boys, isn't she? Seems like this is going to be a lot of fun - can't wait for more!
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I started shivering from the descriptions. Beautifully done as always. I'm looking forward to Siri kicking both Obi-Wan and Garen's butts....
How soon after TPM is this? I assume that you will be explaining where Anakin is...
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Yeah! You started it already! I'm always so humbled when I read your descriptions.One of my weaknesses I wish I could better! Can't wait for more! 
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Awesome start. I started shivering in sympathy while I sat here reading in lovely 76 degree evening.
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Happy Froggy!!!
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Yay, somehow again I missed this even though I looked at your signature. Great start. You really have a talent for the settings and descriptions, for making your readers feel like they are "there".
I'm so happy, my Devils won tonight, we're up to 2 games to none in the Stanley Cup finals. And it was another shutout. They get no respect from any of the sports writers but they certainly do deliver the goods.
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Bad Naw. It's bad that the Devils are leading- I want my Ducks to win. After all, we did win the World Series last year
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Ooh, I just found this! I'd love to read more.
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Hearing the words, or rather the tone in which they had been spoken, Siri knew that it was not just any mission even if she did not understand reasoning behind it. Since when has the Council been entirely clear about anything?
Hmm... I don't really like this part. I know what you're getting at, but, it just doesn't feel right.
Sorry. :P
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Shaindl—Rather unkind of you, really to make me think of that in the middle of summer. •• Ooops! •• I love how you're writing Siri - she's going to be a handful for the boys, isn't she? •• You have no idea.
dianethx—How soon after TPM is this? I assume that you will be explaining where Anakin is... •• Hopefully today’s post will clear that up.
obi ew—You started it already! •• Yup. I had sort of toyed with it all week and then had that bit of crisis just before I hit the post new thread button.
PadawanKitara—Awesome start. •• Thanks!
Froggy— Just a little happy, huh? 
naw ibo— Yay, somehow again I missed this even though I looked at your signature. •• You haven’t missed anything…besides, there are 70+ posts waiting.
jedi7—
Nat—Ooh, I just found this! I'd love to read more. •• You’re in luck, another posty up next.
bluebereft—Hmm... I don't really like this part. •• Okay.
Thank you everyone for all the wonderful replies.
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Chapter Two
The damp, dark interior of the Yerindi Tavern, the closest drinking establishment to the landing pads, did little to hide the grime that was prevalent over every surface. The denizens spoke in hushed tones, preferring their drinks to conversation, with only the occasional burst of laughter from a spacer with a story or two to tell.
The somber mood in the large chamber with a bar in the center stocked with the strongest, foulest concoctions in the galaxy was as about as bright as the poor lighting.
Callused fingers danced over an unwashed top tucked into a quiet corner. Patrons that had breezed in with the cold had made sure to keep a distance from the quiet drinker. Warm fingertips brushed up along the cool edge of a smoky glass that held a clear blue liquid. Raising the drink just off the somewhat sticky table and holding it frozen in the air before setting it back on the table with a thud and a splash. The roving fingers left the glass and sought out a data pad that sat nearby.
The barest touch activated the darkened screen. Silently scrolling through the notes, there was a thoughtful pause then a simple entry was made.
“Even half a galaxy away you are planning more tortures for your padawan,” Siri teased as she approached the table.
“One day you will know the joy of having a padawan.”
“Do I detect sarcasm, Master Kenobi?”
“Of course not. Anakin will be pleased to take in a few of my lessons after spending some time under Master Yoda’s watch.”
“If nothing else, he will have an appreciation for gruel.” She pulled her hood back, revealing wind whipped short blond locks. Gloved fingers lightly combed her hair into a less wild appearance before ripping the other chair back from the table. Twisting it up on a leg, she spun it about and flopped down, straddling the metal shape. Propping an elbow on the rigid chair back, she languidly stretched out and plucked the glass of blue tinged liquid up. “I see you have graduated to the harder stuff.”
“When in Selvax,” the ginger haired Jedi replied, snatching the glass back, “do as the Selvaxian’s do.” Laughing blue eyes met Siri’s before he downed the contents of the glass and slapped it to the table.
Drawing the dark edges of her cloak over the lightly patterned tunic she wore for protection against the winter weather, she growled, “Well, I for one do not plan on freezing like the Selvaxian’s do.”
“This is one of the few warm days of the solar year,” Obi-Wan replied, pausing once more to make another notation in the data pad.
Siri made a slight face but said nothing. Instead, she chose to silently study the other Jedi. It had been months since their last encounter in the Temple and that was just a brief passing. Obi-Wan had been racing through the main corridor a step behind his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, as they chased after a malfunctioning cleaning bot with Master Yoda’s gimer stick wedged in the control panel.
The man before her was hardly the boy she had felt so intent on competing with in her youth. Much had changed over the years and with it so had they. Her time answering to Krayn had only hardened her to the cruelties in the galaxy and fortified her need to break each one down as she came across them. Even as a fresh knight, she had already branded herself as a maverick amongst Jedi.
But while she was traipsing across the galaxy in the guise of a slaver’s henchman, Obi-Wan Kenobi had continued his training as most padawans would. Continued until a mission killed his master and turned him from student to teacher in the midst of a heartbeat. Six years of training a boy from the wilds of Tatooine had etched themselves in tender lines around his eyes, yet it never diminished the keenness in them.
Pale blue flashed, focusing briefly on her. “What?” Obi-Wan asked as he deactivated the data pad. Leaning back in his chair, he casually slipped the thin device into the folds of his tunic.
“I was just thinking you look old,” she replied in a frank tone.
With Obi-Wan’s barely noticeable frown, she was about to say more but the words were disrupted by a flash of gray that rattled the table as something large landed atop the grimy surface.
The drab material twisted wildly about as the shot glass was kicked across the room smashing into the wall with a startling sound and inspiring a quick reaction from several of the patrons. After a moment they settled back down to their drinks when the action did involve them.
The two Jedi remained unimpressed by the cloaked figure’s display before flopping down on the center of the table. “Don’t see Jedi here often. On a mission?” a girlish voice asked from beneath the drawn cowl.
“Excuse us,” Siri growled, vaguely noting that Obi-Wan remained unflustered by the scene. There was no immediate threat through the Force so she chose not to draw any more attention to their table. Around the room she could feel tensions suddenly running high.
A red skinned hand reached from one of the billowing sleeves and waved wildly at Siri. Bangles danced about on her wrist with long fingers ending in bright blue fingernails. “You don’t scare me, mind witch,” the voice chirped.
Twisting away from Siri, the interloper leaned forward, focusing on Obi-Wan. The oversized hood, much like the cloak itself, easily concealed the nature of the being inside. “I know all about Abligar Station,” she said. “Ask me anything. I am very helpful.”
“No thank you,” Obi-wan said easily, his gaze shifting ever so slightly to calm Siri before offering a slight wave of his hand. “We are not in need of assistance.”
Giggles rippled from beneath the cloak. “I can assist you,” she purred.
Siri straightened at the lack of effect the mind trick had.
“I am Janua. I am helpful.” Leaning forward a little more, the cowl pulled back revealing a Twi’lek. Hints of baby fat clung to her youthful features but she was not a child. Bright, predatory eyes searched Obi-Wan’s before breaking into a smile. “I am Janua. I am helpful.”
“I am sure you are,” Obi-Wan replied.
Before he could say more to the Twi’lek, she cried out in surprise as she was ripped from the table.
“Go!” Siri barked. She wanted to be on with this mission and had little time to deal with one of Abligar station’s entertainments. She had seen many creatures like Janua populating the darker corners of taverns and cantinas. They made their living offering their bodies for a few credits, or they cheated and murdered anyone who could be taken in by the comely appearances to eek out an existence.
Janua was still young and appearing innocent enough that she had not taken to the darker undertones of the trade.
“We have no need of your services,” she growled to the girl. “Go find an honest living, it will keep you alive much longer.”
The red skinned Twi’lek barked in the harsh Rylothian tones, flicked an aggravated hand at the female Jedi and sauntered off.
“She could have been helpful,” Obi-Wan said as Siri returned to her chair.
“Helpful? She should try to help herself in ways other than trying to relieve someone of their credits. She could have robbed you—“
“I doubt that.”
The front doors of the cantina opened allowing in more customers and a blast of cold wind with them. Siri shivered. “I hate this place.”
“You have not been here long enough to hate it.”
“I have been to places like this. I have seen it from the side Jedi don’t see. Besides, it is cold. I don’t like cold.” She pulled at her cloak seeking a little warmth and wishing to get on with the mission. She was eager to get it over with and find a nice warm world to relax on for a while.
“Hands off!” Janua’s upset voice called out over the soft din of the tavern.
Siri twisted to see what kind of trouble the Twi’lek was stirring up now but was greeted by the image of the small, gray cloaked figure surrounded by three tall men, their dark skin nearly indistinguishable against the deep browns and blacks of their militaristic clothing.
“Leave me alone,” Janua growled, pulling free of a large hand that gripped her arm above the elbow. “Not bothering anyone.”
Offering up a sigh, Siri knew she could not just leave the feisty Twi’lek to fend them off alone. She easily rose from her seat.
Only a step toward the scene, Obi-Wan caught her wrist and pulled her back. She twisted, a spike of irritation running through her, but it eased at the sight of Obi-Wan’s calm look. “What?”
“Sit back down,” came the soft but firm answer.
She looked back at Janua still struggling to break free of the three men. One of which, shot Siri a curious look. In the dim lighting, she caught sight of the silvery pattern tattooed across his forehead.
“Sit down,” Obi-Wan repeated without looking up or loosening his grip on her wrist.
“Golians?” she whispered.
“Y’Begaar.”
The sound of the word caused a stone to form in her stomach as she quickly sank to her seat. Twisting to face the center of the table, she lowered her gaze in the fashion of so many other tavern patrons. It might have been un-Jedi like, even childish, but her previous life undercover had taught her much, especially who to fear. Sensing Obi-Wan’s serene gaze focused on her, she spoke softly. “Krayn always avoided Y’Begaar controlled territories. I never saw one but I knew to be afraid.”
“I’m leaving! I’m leaving!” Janua defiantly snapped.
“Now if only you would leave Selvax,” one of three boomed. It was meant for all to hear. “Lawlessness is no longer tolerated here.”
“I don’t think you will be that lucky,” the Twi’lek shot back before being shoved out of the tavern.
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Shaindl
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Wow, those three tall dudes must be part of something big if Siri's afraid of them. I love Siri's bluntness - she's going to be so much fun to read. I can only imagine how much fun she is to write. And a 70+ post story? Bring it on!
Thanks for the lovely review on my story, BTW. It's always so wonderful to see your name pop up!
Have a great weekend - can't wait to get caught up on Monday!
Shaindl
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Excellant beginning Red! “I was just thinking you look old,” she replied in a frank tone. You said this was a funny happy fic right?  Just checking because that line gave me Paths flashbacks! 
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