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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 1/24/04 8:40pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~Updated Jan. 22~})
	Here I am! I always told you I'd read it eventually, oba. This is easier, reading it post by post instead of a marathon read. Lovely job, both you and Elli! I'll keep up with it this time, promise. -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. - Bob Dylan Serendipity (Leia-Mara vig) - http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/30178069 !!11!1eleventy
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MysteriousRaven13 Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 1/25/04 2:27am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~Updated Jan. 22~}) - Date Edited: 1/25/04 2:30am (1 edits total) Edited By: MysteriousRaven13
	Is it me or does this get better at reading it the second time around? (im)patiently waiting for more. -----signature----- Knight MysteriousRaven13 (Former Padawan to Master Jaya Solo) "For star's sake, Obi-Wan, I'm dying. Do you have to interrupt me now?" -Siri (SOTJ) In order to know one's enemy, you must first know yourself. "Dreams Pass In Time" UPDATED 3-20-2007
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 1/25/04 9:34am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~Updated Jan. 22~})
	Seraphena: Thank you. And bad girl! jacen200015: It'll come. It's my turn right now, and Murphy's Law has taken effect. kayladie97: That's true. I've mostly seen you in Beyond the Saga. As for Xanatos, most don't know that much about him - he's a fairly minor EU character, albeit one with a comparitively large following. You should be able to follow what's happening regardless of how much you know about Xanatos, though. And thank you. I'm glad you like Redemption. It was a fun fic for me to write. Yep, Obi-Wan's very messed up right now. So much so that even Xanatos is realizing it. Really, Xanatos took over so much of this story. He was supposed to have a minor role, believe it or not. I'm glad you can picture it. It speaks of my writing skills. (That was my part, right?) And yes, I laughed when I saw that part that Elli had written with him arguing with himself. Thank you! PadawanKitara: Thankiees. Cat_Orange: That's the idea! And thank you. I know that when I catch up on really long stories, it's difficult to do, especially when trying to find the last spot you read, . Gabri_Jade: So you did! And here you are. huggies I sympathize with the marathon read thing. And thank you! MysteriousRaven13: Thank you! I hope you keep enjoying it so much. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 1/26/04 9:19am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~Updated Jan. 22~})
	Computers are evil, and the reason for the lateness of this post. Gabri got to see me rant. Anywho, enjoy! ~~* “When will your Trials be, Anakin?” “A few weeks at most, Chancellor,” Anakin Skywalker answered automatically. That particular inquiry had become almost routine in the past few days as the promised deadline grew increasingly nearer. Though he would probably never willfully admit it, Anakin was apprehensive about the approaching date. The bar was set pretty high for him, especially as Yoda’s first padawan learner in decades, he knew. “Are you nervous?” “A bit. Master Yoda thinks I’m ready, though.” They were standing in the office and gazing out the wall-sized window, the magnificent view of Coruscant’s lights spread out before them. Nighttime on the city-planet was a wondrous thing, glowing with the sparkle of millions upon millions of lights. The city didn’t truly come alive until after dark-- that was when the fun began. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine chuckled. “My, my time does fly now doesn’t it?” he asked with a laugh. “It seems like just yesterday when Yoda first accepted you as a padawan. Your patience has paid off.” “Your guidance more than my patience,” Anakin countered. “Perhaps,” Palpatine agreed with a self-deprecating smile. Anakin clasped his hands behind his back, content to watch the city-scape from his comfortable viewpoint. Palpatine’s office was large, of course-- opulent and elaborate in every sense, as much so as Qui-Gon’s office was plain. The desk and chairs themselves sat atop a small dais, giving it an almost throne-like appearance when one entered the door. The giant table itself was stone, heavy obsidian rock that gleamed in whatever places were not covered by the paperwork that seemed to clutter every politician’s desk. “I’d rather thought that you were ready a while ago,” Palpatine continued thoughtfully, giving the soon-to-be-Jedi-Knight an appraising look as the both turned away from the window and walked towards the door. Anakin needed to get back to Master Yoda after all-- his training had only increased with the impending date of his Trials-- and surely the Chancellor had things he needed to do as well. “But who am I to argue with Jedi?” Palpatine queried with an ironic smile. “I’m just your lowly friend and mentor.” Anakin had to grin a bit at that-- not everyone had the Supreme Chancellor’s esteem, after all. Palpatine, though, had seemed to take a particular interest in him of all the Jedi, even when he had been brought to the Temple as no more than a young child. There was a reason to that, Anakin knew-- someday he would find out. “I have said it many times,” Palpatine continued as they descended the steps. “You are the most gifted Jedi I have ever met.” “Thank you, Your Excellency,” Anakin interjected with a small bow in his direction. Palpatine smiled, stopped walking, and put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “I see you becoming the greatest of all the Jedi, Anakin,” he said with an encouraging smile, squeezing Anakin’s shoulder just a bit. “I believe in you, Anakin; I just know you can do it.” For some inexplicable reason, Anakin Skywalker shivered suddenly with a distinct sense of déjà vu. ~~* “I find this very hard to believe,” Kenobi told Xanatos bluntly. He sat in the only chair in Xanatos’ cabin with his legs curled up in an unconscious, defensive posture. Xanatos was fairly certain that Kenobi wasn’t aware of it. Nor was he aware, Xanatos was sure, of how vulnerable it made him appear. “Really?” Xanatos asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a perfectly valid scientific theory – though your presence would seem to indicate it is not so much of a theory anymore.” Xanatos sat on the bed, hands resting loosely on his thighs, leaning forward in a deliberately non-threatening manner. Kenobi was quick to be suspicious of him – no reason to simply make the matter worse. Kenobi laughed shortly, cutting himself off. The sound had no humor in it. “Alternate universes? An infinite number of possibilities, and I happen to get stuck in one not my own?” “Yes,” Xanatos said patiently. “Or at least I think so.” He fell silent, and watched the former Jedi – Jedi? – absorb the information. Kenobi curled up tighter, and a line appeared between his brows. His arms were wrapped around himself. There was no cockiness, no swagger in this Kenobi, as there had been in his own. Kenobi let loose a soft sigh. He seemed to consider his next words, his mouth twitching slightly as if mentally rehearsing what to say. Then he turned his gaze onto Xanatos. “That doesn’t explain why I am here. Only the . . . confusion that we both have about the situation.” Xanatos leaned back slowly. “Well, considering you popped into my universe instead of vice versa, I would guess only you could answer that question.” He kept his tone matter of fact, sensing that the situation was fragile, though he wasn’t sure why. “You think I know?” Kenobi asked, an edge of disbelief in his voice. He straightened slightly. “I didn’t do anything to make this happen,” he said sharply, eyes narrowing. “Perhaps you weren’t aware of it. Where were you? A scientific installation, perhaps –“ “No,” Kenobi said, cutting him off with a word and a sharp gesture. “I was in an abandoned warehouse.” Xanatos blinked. Abandoned warehouse? What kind of life did this Kenobi lead, anyway? “What were you doing?” Kenobi shook his head, a distant, knowing pain entering his eyes. Haunted. “Nothing. Nothing that matters anyway.” His voice was quiet. Then he looked down into his lap. Yet something in his manner hinted of more. There was a slump in his shoulders, and his throat worked – but no sound came out. And those startling icy blue eyes would not meet Xanatos’. “Kenobi,” Xanatos said simply – indeed, not sure what to say – with a gentleness that surprised himself. What had this man gone through? He didn’t trust him, still, but he admitted to himself that he didn’t know this man. Or his circumstances. He was not to judge. It was not the Jedi way. The former Jedi looked up suddenly, eyes blazing with some indefinable emotion. Hurt? Fear? Anger? Despair? Xanatos could not tell. He could look at that face, the hair loosely hanging around his face and the wild, unkempt beard. He looked not unlike a crazy homeless man, especially in the simple, rough clothing that Xanatos had provided. The icy blue eyes shifted. A faint, bitter smile touched his lips, a hint of irony in the twist. “I was trying,” he said, the last word softly and sadly spoken, “to kill myself. To put my lightsaber through my heart. And the next thing I know, I’m falling into a lake.” The eyes were raised, finally. They held only a distant calmness now. There was a short silence, filled with conflicting emotions. “Obi-Wan,” was all Xanatos could utter, shocked and saddened. His hands gripped his thighs, and his entire body was tense with his emotions. “You tried to kill yourself? Force – I don’t know if it’s different in your universe, but here we are all taught that that is not a viable option. Never to be used – even in the most vile of circumstances.” Kenobi let out his breath in almost a harsh pant. “You know,” he said, with a sudden, defensive fierceness, “I don’t think you really know what a vile circumstance is like.” He raised a shaking hand to his face and turned away. Xanatos could only watch in a mixture of horror and pity. He leaned forward, trying to meet his eyes, but Kenobi would not look at him. “Sometimes,” Kenobi began softly, “when something so horrible, so vile happens, you go on because you’re strong.” He lifted his head, still not meeting Xanatos eyes. Looking somewhere else, a place that only he could see. “Because you know it’s right, because you know it’s your duty. I think I lived most of my life that way. And then . . . then there are the times that something happens . . . and you just don’t know what to do. Its like every motivation, every energy has been drained from you.” A single tear made its way down Kenobi’s cheek, noticed only by Xanatos. “Sometimes you go on because that’s all you can do – there seems to be no other path, no other option that you will allow yourself.” A harsh sob escaped Kenobi’s throat. “And I – I just can’t do that. Not anymore. I did it for so long . . . for all these months. But I just don’t have the energy for it anymore. I just can’t bring myself to care. I just wanted to end it.” He turned and faced Xanatos. “I wanted to die – and then the damn Force or whatever comes along and messes even that up!” He slumped in his chair, despair radiating from him, and put his arms over his head. Xanatos was at a loss. What was he supposed to do? What should he do? He had never been faced with a suicidal, traumatized Jedi before. Such thing simply didn’t happen. Violence and death happened to Jedi in his universe, yes – but it did not lead to such as this. Finally, trembling slightly and muscles fighting each other in his uncertainty, Xanatos rose. He walked over to Obi-Wan – and he couldn’t help but think of this man as such now – and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Obi-Wan.” Obi-Wan looked up. His face was wet now, but he didn’t shake with tears. His eyes held a disturbing blankness, with an undercurrent of despair and confusion. He sat there, still and quiet, as if he would never move. Xanatos knelt by him. “Perhaps this was meant to be,” he said softly, meeting those eyes. “Perhaps you were meant to be here – to heal. Because you’re safe now.” Obi-Wan met midnight eyes that showed only kindness – and he crumpled. Whatever had held him up before, had given him that strange stillness and icy demeanor – it fell apart. He lay his head on the arm of the small chair, his body twisted into the small space it provided. Xanatos hesitated, and then put his hand on Obi-Wan’s tousled head, trying to project comfort and understanding through the Force. Xanatos knew it was those last words that had done Obi-Wan in. Words he probably hadn’t heard in a long time, if what he had seen was any indication. Xanatos spoke again, in an attempt to reassure. “You’re safe now.” ~~* Coruscant loomed. It was similar to what Obi-Wan had known, except it had less population and therefore was less of metropolis, though it was by no means a rural world. It still shone silver from orbit and had the many space lanes of ships coming and going but unlike the Coruscant Obi-Wan had known, this one had a tiny spot of green, barely visible. Obi-Wan, Xanatos, and the pilot Bethos were all in the cockpit. Obi-Wan stared in fascination. A gentle hand touched his shoulder, and Xanatos spoke. “You see that green spot, there?” he said, pointing to a spot near the curve of the planet. Obi-Wan nodded. “That’s the Jedi district. Not only do we have the Temple there, but we have a large area surrounding it that is mostly gardens,” Xanatos said softly. Bethos was ignoring their conversation, instead focusing on guiding the freighter through the lanes of space traffic. Obi-Wan was glad Bethos was ignoring them. He didn’t care to explain how he, a Jedi, would not know anything about the Temple and the surrounding area. In fact, Obi-Wan felt uncertain – to a degree that he had not had in a long time. As a Knight, he simply hadn’t been allowed the luxury of it. Uncertainty could easily lead to self-doubt, and that was a dangerous thing for a man who often had to act quickly and surely. Xanatos seemed to sense it. Those midnight blue eyes – familiar, but strangely different – met his when he turned his head. Xanatos was standing behind him, letting him get the better view. Xanatos smiled at him, with no malice. It still felt strange to Obi-Wan, even though he knew that this Xanatos and the Xanatos he had known were practically two different people. Since Obi-Wan’s breakdown – he still thought of that with shame, even though it had been days – Xanatos had been nothing but supportive and caring. He was fairly certain the Jedi did not entirely trust him, but he no longer seemed to bear him animosity. “What will –“ Obi-Wan stopped, hesitated. Xanatos seemed to know what he would ask. “This is a very complicated situation,” the Knight admitted, looking intently into Obi-Wan’s eyes. “Everyone at the Temple knows you as a Dark Jedi – and a dead one at that.” Obi-Wan felt his eyes widen. He was dead? And he turned? He turned to face Xanatos. Answering his unasked question, Xanatos said simply, “Yes, that’s what happened. And because of that . . . people might react to your presence in a – not very welcoming matter.” Xanatos gave him a slightly mischievous smile at that understatement. “But . . .” Obi-Wan frowned. “Can’t I just walk with my hood up?” Xanatos looked at him with – pity? “No. Especially not with that rag you call a robe.” He hesitated. “I know I’m taller than you, but one of my –“ “No,” Obi-Wan said, cutting him off. Xanatos had offered earlier to let Obi-Wan have one of his robes, but he had refused. That robe, besides his lightsaber, was all he had left of the Jedi. It was silly and to a certain extent sentimental, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to lose it. Xanatos nodded, looking resigned. “All right.” He paused. “Anyway, as I was saying, that wouldn’t work. I don’t know about your Temple, but we greet each other in the halls. And anyone who runs into you will want to say hello.” Obi-Wan nodded, taking in that change. His own Temple was very quiet. People did not speak to each other in the halls often, to retain a sense of tranquility. Everything was very ordered. He had a feeling this Temple was going to be very different from what he knew. “I’m going to sneak you into my rooms,” Xanatos stated simply. Obi-Wan blinked. “I see.” “Just until I can talk with Yoda – I trust the old troll to be reasonable about you.” Obi-Wan looked at him in shock. Old troll? That was – that was – disrespectful in the extreme! Seeing the look on his face, Xanatos burst into laughter and clapped him on the shoulder. “It’ll be all right, Obi-Wan, you’ll see.” ~~* Xanatos hummed quietly, oddly content. He almost felt like he was on a mission and, in a way, he was. He and Obi-Wan were creeping through the back hallways of the Jedi Temple. Though rarely used, the air was only a musty and the floor was barely covered with a layer of dust, not as thick as it could have been, since Padawans sometimes went down here for dares or other reasons. Over the past several hundred years as the Jedi had grown, the Temple had been expanding on, including the massive gardens which covered kilometers. But the growth of the Temple hadn’t been handled in the most efficient of ways; rather growing like a plant would in odd and uncertain directions. Which left some parts of the old Temple little used, as the architecture of it made it difficult to get to and move around in. Fortunately for him and Obi-Wan, this old part of the Temple led very close to Xanatos’ quarters. He had discovered this passage when he was a mere Padawan, and he knew that he could make it this way. Obi-Wan followed him silently. Very silently, Xanatos noticed. This Obi-Wan always walked lightly, as if he were always walking on eggshells. He moved in such a way it was like even the air simply parted for him, leaving nothing in his wake. Taking another glance at Obi-Wan, Xanatos was glad he had decided to get to his quarters this way. Obi-Wan’s wild appearance would only attract notice, even if they didn’t recognize him immediately because of the long hair and beard – something that their own Obi-Wan had never graduated to. Obi-Wan’s eyes met his, then quickly glanced away. He looked somewhat panicked and out of place. “It’s all right, Obi-Wan,” Xanatos whispered, a little concerned. Icy blue eyes met Xanatos’ midnight blue. Obi-Wan nodded. “Its just . . . weird, I guess. Seeing . . .” He paused. “This.” The word was softly and sadly spoken. Xanatos opened his mouth to reply but stopped when Obi-Wan jerked, eyes becoming alert and body tensing. Pausing, Xanatos listened. Footsteps. He cursed mentally. And he recognized those footsteps – it could only be Anakin. He had completely forgotten that he had told Anakin about this place. “Go hide somewhere,” Xanatos whispered. “I’ll be right back – I just need to distract him.” Obi-Wan nodded. “Okay.” The fear had faded from his eyes. Xanatos nodded shortly and left, no longer disguising the noise of his own footsteps. He made it part of the way down a darkened hallway when Anakin called his name. “Xanatos!” He turned to greet the Padawan. “Anakin,” he said simply. Anakin stood a few meters away, wearing just the normal Jedi tunic and pants with the soft boots. He folded his arms and grinned, looking around. “What are you doing down here?” he asked, walking forward to greet his friend. “And you got back awful quick.” Xanatos shot Anakin a quelling look. “Yes, Ani – Anakin. And what are you doing down here?” he asked pointedly. Anakin flushed and looked down. “Escaping from Yoda?” he prodded. “He’s going nuts over this whole Trial thing,” Anakin admitted, looking sheepish. Xanatos let out an exasperated laugh. “He’s supposed to go nuts over this whole Trial thing. And anyway . . . he’s just preparing you.” He paused and raised an eyebrow, then slapped Anakin’s shoulder in a friendly way. “Besides, don’t you want to take your Trials?” Anakin looked up, shocked. He rubbed his shoulder. “Of course!” “Then you get to suffer.” Xanatos grinned. “Thanks,” Anakin said ruefully. He turned to go, then looked back curiously. “You never answered my question.” Xanatos hesitated, not sure what to say. He couldn’t tell the truth, that’s for sure. He and Qui-Gon were close, and he knew that Anakin knew of Kenobi and what he had done. He just couldn’t take that kind of chance. “My mission turned out to be surprisingly easy. They decided to finally cooperate,” he said finally, forcing a smile. “So I got back early.” Anakin nodded. “Right.” Xanatos could see that the young Padawan didn’t believe him, but Xanatos was a Knight and while Anakin was close to being one, Anakin was not yet his peer. And Xanatos carried the weight of greater age and experience anyway. “I’ll see you later, all right? I’m sure Yoda will let me distract you from your meditation long enough,” he said, smiling. “Right,” Anakin said, glumly this time, no doubt remembering afresh that he was supposed to be doing just that, not wandering around the lower levels of the Temple. But he gave Xanatos a last grin and walked away, towards the upper level near where he lived. Xanatos waited until Anakin was out of sight before he turned and searched for Obi-Wan. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Opal Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 1/26/04 10:48am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~UPDATED Jan. 26~})
	I'm just gonna settle in and enjoy the repost while I'm waiting for the new parts. It's just as good the second time around.
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 1/26/04 4:51pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~UPDATED Jan. 26~})
	Opal: Thank you. If my computer cooperates and doesn't shut down entirely and/or erase everything (which is the way things are heading, the way this week has been), I may actually write a post soon, which means HHP would get to write a post, which means we'll have posts saved up . . . I'm glad you're enjoying the repost! -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 1/26/04 7:09pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~UPDATED Jan. 26~})
	wheeeeee please ignore the brain fried padawan... -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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MysteriousRaven13 Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 1/26/04 10:07pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~UPDATED Jan. 26~})
	More posts, we will get, hmmmm? Like this story, we do. Get enough of it, we can't. Love it, we do. Post again soon, you will? -----signature----- Knight MysteriousRaven13 (Former Padawan to Master Jaya Solo) "For star's sake, Obi-Wan, I'm dying. Do you have to interrupt me now?" -Siri (SOTJ) In order to know one's enemy, you must first know yourself. "Dreams Pass In Time" UPDATED 3-20-2007
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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 1/26/04 11:35pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~UPDATED Jan. 26~})
	Aye, I got to see oba rant. Here, dearest, have some cyber chocolate and thwack the computer a few times. You'll feel better. Still fascinating and beautifully written, not that I'd expect anything else from oba and Elli (and I'm sure HHP too, once I read some of her posts). -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. - Bob Dylan Serendipity (Leia-Mara vig) - http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/30178069 !!11!1eleventy
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kayladie97 Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 1/27/04 2:56pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~UPDATED Jan. 26~})
	Good stuff! Sorry you were having computer troubles, Oba...hope they're all taken care of now. Palpatine’s office was large, of course-- opulent and elaborate in every sense, as much so as Qui-Gon’s office was plain. The desk and chairs themselves sat atop a small dais, giving it an almost throne-like appearance when one entered the door. Hmm, why does that give me a little chill? For some inexplicable reason, Anakin Skywalker shivered suddenly with a distinct sense of déjà vu. Yep, I (dare I say it? Yes, I dare!) have a very bad feeling about this! I could rave on forever about how good you are at conveying so much emotion through the simplest movements of your characters, Oba. I would put my favorite parts of the coversation between Obi-Wan and Xanatos where Obi confesses that he was attempting suicide, but it would be far too long! I loved the way Obi-Wan wouldn't meet his eyes and the utter shock that Xanatos felt when he heard what Obi-Wan had tried to do. He walked over to Obi-Wan – and he couldn’t help but think of this man as such now – and laid a hand on his shoulder. I liked that little bit as well. Xanatos is already starting to make the distinction between the Kenobi he knew and this man...two very different people. I liked Obi-Wan being sentimental about the robe. In as desperate a situation as he's in, I can see him trying to hold onto anything that is familiar. Xanatos hummed quietly, oddly content. He almost felt like he was on a mission and, in a way, he was. He and Obi-Wan were creeping through the back hallways of the Jedi Temple. You're going to die laughing when I tell you what I thought at this part! I had just watched The Emperor's New Groove with my son and I just pictured the scene where Kronk is taking Kuzco's "body" to dispose of it and he's doing his own theme music as he skulks through the hallways. Okay, if you've never seen that movie, that makes no sense, but trust me, it's funny! I probably love giving FB as much as y'all enjoy reading it, so I am LOVING this opportunity to do so a chapter at a time! Can't wait for more!!!! -----signature----- My new philosophy of life (borrowed from Elvis Presley) "The sun's down and the moon is pretty. It's time to ramble."
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 1/27/04 7:55pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~UPDATED Jan. 26~})
	PadawanKitara: blinks MysteriousRaven13: Yoda speak I see! Thank you. I'm trying to post once a day, but I usually forget because I'm kinda bad. Gabri: takes cyber chocolate Thanks! And yes, HHP is fantastic. kayladie97: Yes, pretty much. It seems to be resolved. All that for want of a battery. And yes, that scene is meant to give you a bad feeling. Thank you. That scene is one of my favorites - and probably my favorite written by me. I know you write - do you ever have scenes that almost write themselves? That's what that one was like. By the end of it, I'd moved myself. Yes, the difference between 'Kenobi' and 'Obi-Wan' is very important in this story. It was an easy way of getting straight for the reader who we were talking about at the time. The robe thing was my idea, and I'm still trying to resolve it. Ah well. LMAO at the Emperor's New Groove! I haven't seen that, so I'll have to take your word for it. I love feedback. I it to pieces, and you do it so well. Thank you. And a post. ~~* It smelled like home. That was the first thing he had noticed, and it brought tears to his eyes. The smell was mostly clean and pure – with a hint of mustiness – with that little touch of the air converters that every building on Coruscant had to keep the air clean. Like his own Temple, this one was plain, elegant in its simplicity. Jedi did not accumulate possessions, so there were no odd smells. Even the hallways that he had seen were like before. High and arched and wide. Royal blue carpet on the floors and long, sweeping windows. Though these were dark with plant life that was smashed against the nearly air tight openings. Obi-Wan leaned against the wall, and slid to the floor until he was sitting. Xanatos had told him to hide, but being uncertain of where he was, he had not wandered far. He was sitting just at the edge of the entrance to another hallway, having instinctively searched for a place where he couldn’t be cornered. Strangely, though, he wasn’t concerned about that. He felt safe here. It was so much like home, he had to keep reminding himself that it wasn’t. With shaking hands, Obi-Wan raked through his hair, letting his elbows rest on his knees. He let his eyes drift shut, letting the familiar smell and feeling of the Temple soak in. “Obi-Wan?” Xanatos’ voice, calm and comforting. He found himself more and more at ease in the Jedi’s presence, anymore. He opened his eyes. Xanatos stood before him, watching him curiously, hands folded within his robe. Obi-Wan slowly rose to his feet. “We’d better get to my quarters, Obi-Wan,” Xanatos said. As he was about to turn so Obi-Wan could follow, someone spoke. “What is going on?” Faintly disbelieving. Obi-Wan’s head whipped around, every sense going on alert. He became aware of the slight smell of another person – familiar – the faint echoes of footsteps that he heard but ignored in his presumed safety, and the soft sound of breathing. A mere thirty meters away, Anakin Skywalker stood. He looked the same as Obi-Wan remembered. Tall, good looking. Confident, with a Padawan braid hanging to his shoulder. Anakin. Vader. It was him. “Anakin!” Xanatos exclaimed in an almost panicky tone, trying to discreetly block Obi-Wan from view with his larger frame. Obi-Wan stayed, frozen in shock. Why is he here? “I thought you were going up to the Temple,” Xanatos said conversationally. “I was,” Anakin responded warily. Obi-Wan couldn’t see the look on his face, but could easily guess from the voice at the confusion that must be evident on the young and innocent-looking features. Innocent. Ha. “But then I decided to come back and wait for you. Xanatos?” he asked quizzically. “What are you hiding? Who are you hiding?” “No one,” Xanatos responded quickly. Too quickly, Obi-Wan thought. Anakin was not convinced. “I don’t think so,” he said, accusatory and curious. Hurt, too, if Obi-Wan could read the emotions in his voice. “Don’t you trust me?” “Of course, Anakin,” Xanatos responded immediately. “I just don’t want you to--” Anakin took another hesitant step closer. Obi-Wan tried to peek, only to be shoved back with the touch of a Force-push, this time landing on his rump. “Tell me, Xanatos,” Anakin pleaded, stepping closer and closer yet. He was right in front of Xanatos now, the both of them face to face. “I can’t do that, Anakin,” Xanatos told him firmly, still attempting to hide an uncooperative Jedi behind his back. “Go back. Please.” Pleading as a friend, not a superior. Anakin shook his head. “I can’t do that,” he told him stubbornly. “We’re friends, Xan, and friends stick together. If you’re in trouble with the Council--” “No, Anakin, please--” Xanatos pleaded. Anakin took that opportunity to dodge to the right of the older man. Xanatos tried to unsuccessfully block, but not before the boy saw Obi-Wan sitting on the floor. “You.” The word was spoken disbelievingly, not in anger but in fear. And he spoke it. Anakin... Vader... Obi-Wan sat on the floor, unable to move for his shock. Obi-Wan stared back with a mixture of shock and fear, the quick throb of his heart pounding in his ears. Anakin Skywalker. Darth Vader. The former a friend, a son, a companion, a partner... the latter his mortal enemy. More than that – the latter had already destroyed his life, had already taken away everything he held dear. Anakin is dead. There was something distinctly wrong with this, but his befuddled mind couldn’t quite grasp it at the moment. “Vader,” Obi-Wan finally hissed, lurching drunkenly to his feet. If he was going to die, let him die like a Jedi. “So Xanatos betrayed me after all,” he added, shooting a glare at the dark-haired man. An-- Vader blinked. “What?” he demanded, dumbfounded. “What are you talking about?” “You--” “Obi-Wan,” Xanatos said firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Obi-Wan whirled around to face the other man. Xanatos looked at him gravely, the faintest bit of confusion swirling around in midnight eyes. “This,” he said, as if speaking to a particularly slow child, waving a hand towards Ana-- towards Vader, “is Anakin. He--” “I know who he is!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, pulling away. He backed himself up to the wall, frantically eyeing both of them with no small amount of fear and anger blossoming in his heart. “I know very well who he is!” he repeated, wildly looking from one to the next. The Padawan tried this time, reaching a hand for him-- “Stay away from me!” he demanded immediately, trying to back further up and only succeeding in hitting his head. “Don’t touch me!” A-- Vader looked confused, puzzlement and a bit of hurt apparent in his eyes. But he wasn’t supposed to see Vader’s eyes... The suit, he finally realized. He doesn’t have the suit. He needed the suit, Obi-Wan knew, needed it after he had fallen into the pit. What is going on? “Obi-Wan!” Xanatos’ voice cut sharply in, startling him enough so that he turned around again. Xanatos slowly raised both hands in a peaceful gesture, adapting a carefully calculated non-aggressive stance. “No one is going to hurt you,” he pleaded, holding his hands out. “Just calm down.” “Calm down?” Obi-Wan repeated almost hysterically. “You want me to calm down?” He shook his head quickly, trying to clear his head. Nothing was making sense. Vader without his suit, Xanatos alive... “Obi-W--” “Stay away,” he hissed forcefully, his whisper as final as any shout. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. About him,” he added, jerking his head towards the Padawan. Xanatos looked hurt. “Obi-Wan... I thought you trusted me,” he finally managed. “That was before I knew you were selling me out!” Obi-Wan finally exclaimed, livid with anger. Xanatos had been planning to sell him out to the Empire, then-- even during those long days they had spent on the ship. A good actor, that man. But Obi-Wan quickly deflated, gradually slumping downwards. “You promised me...” he whispered brokenly. He finally broke down and started weeping, holding his face in his hands to hide the tears. Even so, his mind kept working, kept thinking, kept looking for a means to salvage some sort of good from this disaster. “What’s wrong now?” Xanatos groaned, bending down to try and comfort. One step closer-- Obi-Wan leapt, grabbing Xanatos’ outstretched arm to pull himself up. Xanatos fell with a little yelp of surprise as Obi-Wan smoothly grabbed the other man’s lightsaber, yanking it off his belt with a decisive motion. He lit it up, watching the blue blade spring to life. Obi-Wan turned to the Padawan, smiling slightly, an intense, slightly even maniacal smile, as he raised the lightsaber. An-- VADER had been caught by surprise, was still struggling to get his own lightsaber off of his belt. Without the mask, it would have been so easy to persuade himself that this wasn’t the monster he was to dreaming of, hearing about in recent weeks. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan hefted his blade, preparing to bring it down, ridding the galaxy of this abomination once and for all-- He never felt Xanatos’ stunning blow to the head as the other landed a hammer-blow with the Force. Obi-Wan sank into blissful oblivion long before he ever touched the ground. ~~* Xanatos stared at Anakin for a long, drawn out moment. Anakin lay sprawled on the ground, having leaped back even as Obi-Wan had fallen. Obi-Wan lay at his feet, clearly unconscious from the blast of Force-strength Xanatos had directed at him. Anakin panted for a moment, then he stumbled to his feet. “I – I’m going to go find my Master,” he half stuttered, shaken. Xanatos stood silently, watching him with his thoughts racing. He had fistfuls of his robe clenched in his hands, and he stood with his legs slightly apart in a position ready to move. “Anakin,” Xanatos called. He paused, licked his lips and continued. “Wait, please.” Anakin stopped his careful retreat and turned slowly. He raised a hand and pointed at Obi-Wan, lying on the floor in a no doubt uncomfortable position. “He just tried to kill me.” “I know, Anakin,” Xanatos said as soothingly as possible. He reached a hand out, beseeching. Anakin’s eyes glanced from Xanatos to Obi-Wan. “You’re protecting him.” He took a deep breath, then met Xanatos’ eyes again. “I trusted you, Xanatos – but what the hell are you doing?” The older Jedi winced at the past tense. “I am not yet undeserving of that trust, Anakin. Please, let me explain.” Hesitantly, Anakin nodded. Xanatos let out a breath as the moment of indecision passed. “All right. Let’s hear it.” He didn’t move from his position. Xanatos took a deep, calming breath, calling upon the Force for guidance. It gave him a gentle nudge to talk – and so he did. He told Anakin everything, moving his hands eloquently to illustrate his points – how he met Obi-Wan, his travel back to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple, and everything he knew or speculated about this alternate Obi-Wan Kenobi. By the time he was nearing the end of his explanation, Anakin was right next to Xanatos, slightly behind him yet examining the unconscious man on the floor inquisitively. Anakin had never been one to let his fear get in the way of his curiosity. “He isn’t dark, Anakin,” Xanatos stated, facing Obi-Wan but talking to the young Padawan. “I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. He never turned in his own universe – I’m certain of that.” He glanced back at Anakin. “Don’t worry, he’s thoroughly knocked out.” Anakin nodded, giving a rueful grin, but he didn’t move. Xanatos gave him a sympathetic look in return. He didn’t blame the Padawan. Obi-Wan was really quite dangerous when he wanted to be. He had all the grace of the other Kenobi, but his had been refined to a razor edge with a dangerous gleam. “Why are you certain he never turned? That he is a Jedi, really? I mean, he turned here why didn’t he there?” Anakin asked, clearly noting Obi-Wan’s bedraggled appearance. “I suspect his universe differs from ours pretty drastically. He seems to be continually surprised by the slightest bit of kindness or respect from the average person. And he’s very paranoid about being taken to someone called Vader. And the Empire, whatever that is.” Xanatos paused. “He just . . . reacts differently. To everything. And we know the Kenobi of our own universe is dead.” Anakin nodded, saying nothing. He grimaced slightly. He had known Qui-Gon since he was quite young, and loved the man like a father. The young Jedi knew just how much Kenobi’s turn had hurt the Jedi Master. “He doesn’t react in anger, either – fear, more likely,” Xanatos added. Anakin put his hand on Xanatos’ shoulder. “Fear leads to anger,” he said seriously. Then he lost the serious cast, giving a big grin. “As Yoda and his stick are so fond of reminding me.” His smile faded. “But are you sure we can trust him?” “Trust him? No. I don’t know how he’ll react to anything – his attack of you proves that. But I think he was attacking you because he felt threatened.” Xanatos sighed, wrapping his arms around himself thoughtfully. “He was hysterical.” Anakin nodded. “So what do you intend to do with him, then?” They both looked down at the unconscious Jedi. “Take him to the Council? I mean, it’s hardly safe to keep him just anywhere – I’m sure they’ll find a good place for him –“ “No.” Anakin blinked, turning his head so he could meet Xanatos eyes. “What?” “I won’t have him locked up somewhere. Or interrogated so the Council can determine if he’s a darksider, just because he was one in this universe.” Xanatos turned, his midnight eyes fiercely meeting Anakin’s. He gripped the young man’s shoulders. “It would destroy him. He is so very fragile, Anakin – you didn’t seem him before.” Xanatos shook his head. “He lived in a horrible place, he couldn’t take another bad experience.” Bright blue eyes looked earnestly into Xanatos’. “What then?” “Yoda. Yoda will know what to do. You said you were going to go and tell him – just do so.” Anakin opened his mouth, then shut it slowly. Xanatos’ hands dropped from his shoulders. “Oh no,” Anakin muttered. “I forgot. Yoda isn’t here.” “What?” Xanatos exclaimed. “He’s on sabbatical. Just for a while, he’ll back before my Trials. He has me training with other Masters in the meantime, said it would go for me to have different perspectives. . .” Anakin looked at Xanatos, who was staring at him intently, looking none too pleased. “Damn,” Xanatos said. “I have a bad feeling about this.” A pause. “When does he come back?” “Two weeks.” “Damn,” Xanatos repeated flatly. “We could go the Council –“ “No!” Xanatos said, shaking his head violently, energy returning. “Let me ask you a question – how many Council members does Qui-Gon know? And how well?” He knew the answer, of course – very well, and most of them. Anakin stared at him, and Xanatos could almost see his mental processes working. “They would react badly to another Obi-Wan. They remember all too well how Qui-Gon was hurt. They wouldn’t hurt Kenobi deliberately, but he wouldn’t be treated kindly.” He spoke slowly, working it out in his head. “Good job,” Xanatos half-whispered, mind mostly absent. “You’ll make a good Knight.” Turning away abruptly, he tore a hand through his hair. He felt frustrated. “We’ll have to hide him until Yoda gets back. It’s the only way. If we don’t, the Council will destroy Obi-Wan – unintentionally, but irrevocably so, I think.” “Hide him? Hide him where? Your quarters?” Anakin asked incredulously, throwing out his arms. Xanatos casually turned to face Anakin. His slow, mischievous smile was his only answer. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” Xanatos replied. “Obi-Wan was brought here by the Force to heal – and that’s what he’s going to get. And you’ll help me.” A fierce, determined light had turned on in Xanatos’ eyes. They could hide Obi-Wan, he knew they could. Difficult, yes – impossible, no. The Force has no limits. ~~* “Maybe the Force has no limits,” Anakin grunted as he deposited the still unconscious form of Obi-Wan on the bed, “but my back sure does.” The Padawan groaned, gingerly rubbing at his back. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You knew he was heavy, even though he looks light,” Anakin accused, turning around to face the other man. Xanatos looked at him smugly. “But doesn’t it give you nice, warm fuzzy feelings to know that you helped a fellow Jedi in need?” he asked innocently, just a trace of mockery coloring his light tone. He stood with both arms crossed across his chest, a beneficial smile gracing his aristocratic features. The perfect picture of kindness, Anakin thought sourly. All he needs is a choir of heavenly angels. “No,” Anakin responded bluntly. “Not when the fellow Jedi is a few times heavier than I was expecting.” He straightened with a small groan. “Ow, that hurt.” Midnight blue eyes crinkled with mirth. “You volunteered,” he pointed out. “Not me.” Xanatos shrugged. “I can carry him the rest of the way if you want. It’s not all that far to my rooms.” They had stopped at Anakin’s room as a little reprieve, a chance for Anakin to straighten his back and rest a bit; Xanatos had decided that it would be far safer hiding Kenobi in his own quarters. “Yeah, well, I still think you set me up,” Anakin pouted peevishly. He walked forwards to sit on the bed, nearly tripping on Kenobi’s tattered robe in the process. Evidently, he’d dropped it on the way in. Anakin tossed it onto the bed with a grimace. “Oops.” Xanatos said nothing, but his faint smile was answer enough. Instead, he paced around the room, gazing at the various little artifacts and treasures – junk – that Anakin had already accumulated. It had been a nice enough place before, Anakin reflected, but lacked a personal touch. The room was not exactly small, but wasn’t large either. Keeps the rain out, it does, Master Yoda had told him, emphasizing his point with a poke. Learn to be grateful for what you have must you, Padawan Skywalker, hmmm? Of course, he was pretty lucky to have a room that kept out the wet. Master Yoda had never been fastidious about keeping dry, as his frequent visits to swampy Dagobah proved. Anakin followed Xanatos’ eyes about the room as the other man noted his various little keepsakes. A crumpled essay on the desk. A random blue sock on the floor. A long forgotten magazine. And – “I see you’ve kept up your little ... obsession, Anakin,” Xanatos commented mildly, picking up a scrapbook from the desk. “I don’t believe I’ve seen that holo in the tabloids yet, but she looks as lovely as ever.” “Give me that!” Anakin protested, grabbing the book back and hugging it protectively to his chest. Though he didn’t dare to raise his furiously blushing face to meet the amused smile he knew he would see, Anakin could already picture the look on the Knight’s face. “It’s just a ... hobby,” he muttered defensively. “It’s not an obsession.” The scrapbook contained holos of Anakin’s favorite holoactress, Raayna Daudier, a hobby he’d been kept up for years. “Of course,” Xanatos commented with a touch of humor. “Of course.” A sudden thought struck, and Anakin looked up with a broad grin. “Besides, do you know how many of my friends have... an obsession with you, Xanatos? Your adventures and exploits are actually quite famous by now. You’re only the most active Knight in the Temple and, from what I hear, one of the cutest as well,” he added, giving the superlative a high-pitched accent and watching for his friend’s reaction. The older man paled sharply and took a small step back, the smug smile quickly disappearing. “You mean your friends have a crush on me?” he choked. “That’s one way of saying it,” Anakin returned with a grin, jumping up from the bed to jovially clap his hand to the other’s back. “You’re quite well-loved by the Temple’s female population.” “Oh dear Force,” Xanatos groaned, turning away and hiding his face with his hands. “You can’t be serious.” “Quite serious,” Anakin returned, attempting to hide his grin. He clucked he tongue in mock sympathy, patting Xanatos’ shoulder. “Poor Xan. Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone understands the intricacies of the female heart, no matter how long they’ve been Jedi.” “I’m going to get you for this,” Xanatos threatened, his voice muffled from behind his hands. Anakin smirked. “Vengeance is of - ” “Shouldn’t you be in class, young Padawan?” Xanatos asked suddenly as he turned back around, lowering his hands and raising an eyebrow. “It would be highly unpleasant if one of your tutors decided to come looking for you here.” Anakin made a face. “Yes it would,” he admitted with a wry grin. “I don’t think Soara will be too happy with me if I show up late.” “All the more reason for you to go now,” Xanatos told him, striding to the door. “I’d be most displeased if you were punished on my account,” he said with a faint smile. Anakin hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?” he offered. “I can help.” Xanatos shook his head. “No. What would you tell them? When you’re supposed to be with a tutor, you stayed in your rooms to help with a mysterious not-dark Jedi from an alternate universe? I don’t think so.” “I can tell them - ” “Anakin,” Xanatos sighed, attempting to look stern, “why do I get the feeling you just don’t want to go?” Anakin looked at his feet, flushing slightly. “Maybe,” he muttered. “Just a bit.” He was nervous, true, and the unusual amounts of attention being heaped upon him by tutor after tutor was making him a bit uncomfortable. “Sometimes there’s just too much. I need to get out, or else I’ll suffocate,” he admitted, finally looking up into a surprisingly understanding set of eyes. Xanatos nodded. “I understand. I was a Padawan once, too, remember?” he asked with a small smile. “It’s hard, but I know you can do it.” Anakin nodded. “Yeah, but sometimes...” he trailed off, not quite knowing what to say. “They’re pushing really hard, Xanatos, and I’m not sure I’m going to fulfill their expectations.” “You will, Anakin,” Xanatos promised, putting a fond hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I know it.” Anakin nodded and walked towards the door again. Just as he was about to leave, though, he poked his head back in to give Xanatos a small smile. “Really?” he asked. “Really really.” -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 1/27/04 7:55pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~UPDATED Jan. 26~}) - Date Edited: 1/27/04 9:21pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Gabri_Jade
	Xanatos hummed quietly, oddly content. He almost felt like he was on a mission and, in a way, he was. He and Obi-Wan were creeping through the back hallways of the Jedi Temple. You're going to die laughing when I tell you what I thought at this part! I had just watched The Emperor's New Groove with my son and I just pictured the scene where Kronk is taking Kuzco's "body" to dispose of it and he's doing his own theme music as he skulks through the hallways. Okay, if you've never seen that movie, that makes no sense, but trust me, it's funny! wanders off, giggling EDIT: Dang! Oba, why are you posting when I do? Now I have to go read the post right away. EDIT #2: Actual feedback! It smelled like home. Lovely little touch, oba! So vivid! A mere thirty meters away, Anakin Skywalker stood. He looked the same as Obi-Wan remembered. Tall, good looking. Confident, with a Padawan braid hanging to his shoulder. Anakin. Vader. Oooh! Loved poor Obi-Wan's confusion over Anakin's identity. Very nicely written, both of you. Obi-Wan stared back with a mixture of shock and fear, the quick throb of his heart pounding in his ears. Anakin Skywalker. Darth Vader. The former a friend, a son, a companion, a partner... the latter his mortal enemy. More than that – the latter had already destroyed his life, had already taken away everything he held dear. Wonderfully done, Elli! Great descriptions! By the time he was nearing the end of his explanation, Anakin was right next to Xanatos, slightly behind him yet examining the unconscious man on the floor inquisitively. Anakin had never been one to let his fear get in the way of his curiosity. laughs Very Anakin, that. Anakin put his hand on Xanatos’ shoulder. “Fear leads to anger,” he said seriously. Then he lost the serious cast, giving a big grin. “As Yoda and his stick are so fond of reminding me.” giggles “I won’t have him locked up somewhere. Or interrogated so the Council can determine if he’s a darksider, just because he was one in this universe.” Xanatos turned, his midnight eyes fiercely meeting Anakin’s. He gripped the young man’s shoulders. “It would destroy him. Oh, can you imagine Obi-Wan being imprisoned and interrogated by the Jedi Council at this point? Xanatos is right. That'd be the end of him. Xanatos looked at him smugly. “But doesn’t it give you nice, warm fuzzy feelings to know that you helped a fellow Jedi in need?” he asked innocently, just a trace of mockery coloring his light tone. He stood with both arms crossed across his chest, a beneficial smile gracing his aristocratic features. The perfect picture of kindness, Anakin thought sourly. All he needs is a choir of heavenly angels. LOL!!!!! I'd recognize Elli's writing anywhere. Love it, girls! -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. - Bob Dylan Serendipity (Leia-Mara vig) - http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/30178069 !!11!1eleventy
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 1/27/04 8:28pm Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~Updated Jan. 27~})
	See Oba- Gabi's just as weird as I am. By the way, do you supply drool buckets with the Xan-Man posts? -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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Sock_of_Darth_Vader Registered: Dec '02	Date Posted: 1/28/04 3:38am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~Updated Jan. 27~})
	In the event of bumping into anyone, he could probably come up with a good excuse to explain carrying a wet, unconscious man. SO. XAN. I love the twist where Xan and Anakin never fell, but Obi-Wan did. Though Anakin without his Padmé obssession seems a little off. The scene in Palpy's office was giving me deja vu as well as Aankin. -----signature----- All your privets are belong to us. Catré, Handmaiden of the Crest. I'm the mini-oba! Fic in Bio. http://a-larger-world.com : Star Wars fanfiction http://catofthejedi.users.btopenworld.com Star Wars is a two-trilogy saga; everything else is optional.
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Opal Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 1/28/04 7:02am Subject: RE: The Water's Edge (~cowritten with Happy_Hobbit_Padawan~ {~Updated Jan. 27~})
	You may have saved up posts? As in after the rewrite we just may get more than one new postie at a time?
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