At the Stroke of Midnight

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  1. Daphne Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2000
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    In honor of having a new board which (hopefully) will be improving with time, I decided to begin posting my new story here. For those of you on the mailing list... don't spoil the surprises, you'll be ahead of everyone else.

    At the stroke of midnight.

    Note: I was inspired by my co workers tawdry stories and by Glad Is June
    and Jemmiah. Thanks ladies!


    Obi-Wan hauled himself out of bed, and pulled on his pants and tunic.
    Rushing to answer the insistent buzz at the door, he tumbled over the
    dragging leg of his trousers before fastening them.

    Swinging the door wide, he bit back a string of insults at the metallic
    face peering at him. The droid's optical sensors focused on the figure
    in the doorway. "Excuse me Sir Jedi. I have been programmed to invite you
    to the Senate Ball. Your presence is requested at eighteen standard hours
    tomorrow evening for a private dinner with the Chancellor's family prior
    to the ball."

    Nodding at the droid, Obi-Wan closed the door quickly. *I have a bad
    feeling about this.*

    Shedding his tunic before he reached the bedroom door, Obi-Wan dropped it
    into a heap on the floor. Perching on the edge of the bunk, he slipped
    out of his pants before crawling back into bed.

    Wrapping an arm around the figure beside him, he thanked the Force that
    his master had been called away.


    Jemmiah brushed back her hair before sweeping it into an elaborate twist.
    Taking the time to survey the message, yet again, she lifted the flimsy
    from the table.


    We are going to the Senate Ball tomorrow night. If you don't have a gown
    to wear, take my credit chip and go to the shopping district. We'll be
    having dinner with the Chancellor and his family prior to the ball, so be
    ready at sixteen standard. I will send a driver for you.

    Love always.


    Smiling, Jemmiah tucked the credit chip into her purse before placing a
    call into the Temple.

    "Hi Master Arieh, is Meri around?

    Wait? Sure.

    Mer, hi.

    Yeah, we're going. What about you and Alex?

    I need a dress, what about you?

    Oh come on. You haven't bought a dress since Yoda and Yaddle's engagement


    Yeah, I'll meet you there."

    Glancing around her room one last time, Jemmiah wondered why she had such
    a bad feeling about this.
  2. Jemmiah Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Mar 5, 2000
    star 5
    Naaaaah! Don't worry. I shan't give away the story so far. I won't say a thing.

  3. Deborah Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 24, 2000
    star 1
    This sounds good. Keep going!
  4. HealerLeona Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Jan 18, 2000
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    Great way to christen the new board Daphne, and with a new Obi/Jemmiah story too to boot!!!
  5. Daphne Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2000
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    Once again, I thank my beta reader, Jane Jinn, and Jemmiah for giving me
    some encouragement. Send comments (or flames - I don't care, just talk to
    me about the story) to

    Chancellor Valorum rubbed his temples in frustration. Looking at his
    gathered staff, he growled. "The most important sentient beings in the
    galaxy are about to gather for the Senate Ball, and you're telling me the

    focus of everyone's concern is whether or not she comes?"

    "Well sir, our poll numbers are very ambigous."

    "It's a difficult issue."

    "Different systems may react in unexpected ways."

    "We're not sure how the public will act to the Supreme Chancellor running

    about with a woman young enough to be... well, his granddaughter."

    The look in his eyes sent his aides scattering. As the last one scurried
    from the room, she added, over her shoulder, "Of course sir, the polls
    could mean nothing."

    Easing himself into his chair, he mumbled to himself, "Somedays being
    Othello Valorum is just too difficult."


    *Please don't let them fight. Please don't let them fight. Please don't
    let them fight.*

    Meri wondered if being too generous was a path to the darkside. It had
    all been so innocent. Of course she'd known that Corrine was seeing a
    Jedi, but she had just been so darn secretive.

    *How was I supposed to know she was seeing Obi-Wan?* Meri shook her head.

    *If only I hadn't asked her to come shopping with Jemmiah and me today.*

    Of course, what ifs weren't exactly the most productive thing to think.
    She wondered if they even got along. Having the same age and same friends

    didn't exactly mean you HAD to be friends with each other, especially
    when one was trying to become the other's stepmother. *I guess I'll be
    getting more than a little diplomacy practice today.*

    As the shuttle reached its destination, the girls stepped off. Searching
    the crowd, they spotted Jemmiah standing at the far end of the platform.
    Meri waved, and turned to Corrine. "Now just remember. Keep him a secret.


    Meri needn't have worried. Corrine was quite happy with having a "secret"

    Jedi for the time being. Half the fun of the Senate Ball would be the
    surprise quotient. Of course, had she known about his past relationship,
    Corrine might have thought otherwise.

    Smiling, the three girls mingled briefly on the edge of the platform
    before linking arms and heading off to the shops. They did have a galaxy
    to impress.


    The Chancellor entered the quiet flat. The fact that no one was home was
    patently obvious, and he relished the peace like a man used to living
    with two women. Dropping his coat across the chair, he snatched the three

    sheets of flimsy from the end table.


    I went out. Don't expect me home 'til you see me.


    Crinkling it up, he dropped it into the disposal. Making a mental note to

    talk to his daughter about proper behavior for any child of his, he
    flipped to the second note.


    Went shopping with Meri Irhannah from the Temple.


    Sighing, he wondered what mischief they could possibly get into. The only

    answer he could be sure of was "a lot". Turning to the final message, he
    saw the letter he had left for Jemmiah.


    We are going to the Senate Ball tomorrow night. If you don't have a gown
    to wear, take my credit chip and go to the shopping district. We'll be
    having dinner with the Chancellor and his family prior to the ball, so be

    ready at sixteen standard. I will send a driver for you.

    Love always.


    *When did I start referring to myself in the third person? If I don't
    stop that, I'll start sounding like that Bob Dole character from sector
    7.* Deciding it had been a long day, no, a long week, the Chancellor
    turned on the holovid to watch, "Melrose Naboo" before facing anything
    else resembling work.

    The announcer's voice interrupted his sense of well-being. ".... and
  6. mouse2 Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Oct 29, 1999
    star 4
    Do I sense trouble brewing?

    Methinks I do!

    Now post more so I can find out what happens next!
  7. Daphne Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2000
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    To everyone on the mailing list - I know I haven't updated in a while, but I'm suffering from a bit of writer's block. *Don't hurt me, I'm working on it*

    "... Are you sure everything's alright?"

    "Yes, Master. Don't worry. Enjoy your vacation. Nothing could go wrong
    this week."

    "If you're sure padawan..."

    "I'm sure. Now have fun."

    "The same to you padawan. May the Force be with you."

    "And with you Master."

    Sighing, Obi-Wan broke the holo connection. *Why does he always have to
    worry so much? I'm 21 years old. Surely he doesn't think I need him
    around every minute of the day, does he?*

    Checking the wall chrono, he decided there was just enough time to grab
    some civilian clothes from Jay before taking a shower and leaving to pick

    up Corrine. *I AM NOT going to go as a Jedi. No way. If I did, I just
    know something would happen to ruin the evening.*







    "Jemmy, you know perfectly well you'll have to wear a white dress."

    Meri chuckled. If she didn't know better, she'd think Corrine was hooked
    up with a politician and Jemmiah with the Jedi. Of course,they'd already
    spent half the afternoon arguing about what Corrine should wear. After
    all, this time she wasn't the official hostess, nor was she *with* one of

    the delegations. Her choices had only been limited by Jemmiah's attempts
    to "mother" her. *Like that works with someone your own age.*

    "I hate white dresses."

    "Tough. If you don't wear one, you'll offend the Senate. You're the
    hostess and you're supposed to wear Senate colors. That means white."

    Jemmiah turned to glare at the stubborn young woman for a second. Opening

    her mouth for a rebuttal, she never got the chance to make it. Corrine
    chimed in first. "And if you don't, father will be disappointed."

    Picturing the rather.... distinguished face she'd grown accustomed to
    staring at, Jemmiah decided that disappointing him wasn't on her top ten
    list. *Then it would be just like Ben and... NO you will NOT think like
    that!* Squelching the voice in her head, she forced a smile.

    "Alright. Show me to the white dresses."

    Picking herself up off the floor, Meri tagged along.

    The gentleman watched as the three girls walked away. Confidant that he
    could recognize the target, he drifted out into the streets. "And no one
    will be there to save her this time.*
  8. Jemmiah Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Mar 5, 2000
    star 5
    Hurrah! I've been looking for this one. Keep going Daphne!
  9. mouse2 Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Oct 29, 1999
    star 4
    To the top with you and maybe Daphne will post again soon!

    I really want to know what happens next! :)
  10. Daphne Jedi Youngling

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    Jun 28, 2000
    star 3
    Othello stuffed another pillow under his head. *Might as well be
    comfortable while I wait.*

    Jemmiah dabbed on the last bit of makeup she intended to wear before
    attacking the long mane of hair. Muttering something about men inventing
    pantyhose, she tossed a hair pin at the dozing Chancellor before resuming

    her efforts.

    "You could at least look alive. This certainly wan't my idea!"

    "Yes dear. No dear. Of course dear. Whatever you say."



    The twirling fabric caught his eye. Peeking around the corner, he peered
    through the cracks in his fingers. "Is it safe to look yet?"

    "Give me a break Obi-Wan. You're not exactly covering your eyes now, are

    Dropping away his hand, the Jedi surrendered all pretense. Eyeing the
    young woman, he took in the full skirt and tapered bodice, the bright
    eyes, and glittering smile. Amazed that someone like Corrine would lower
    herself to his level, Obi-Wan consumed her appeareance with hungry eyes.

    "Don't forget to breathe." The teasing tone of voice broke through his
    reverie. "You don't look so bad yourself you know." Standing in the
    living room of the Jedi's quarters, Corrine had to admit, Kenobi had
    taste. The sleek black clothes defied her expectations. Running her eyes
    over him, she paused. "You know, the only thing that keeps you from
    looking absolutely perfect is the lightsaber."

    Frowning Obi-Wan fingered the metal hilt. "I ought to wear it Cory. Jedi
    and all."

    "You don't really think Meri's wearing hers do you?"

    "Well..... I suppose. What could happen after all?"


    The glittering ballroom was filled with workers busily decorating and
    arranging tables. The Senate Ball was not something to be taken lightly.
    One screw up, and they'd be fired at best and catering to banthas in the
    Rim at worst. Perfection was the order of the night.

    Fortunately, another company had been hired to deal with the private
    dinner. No one important would be up there anyway just the Chancellor, a
    Jedi, and his family entertaining personal guests.


    Carefully placing the ice sculpture in the center of the head table, the
    catering team felt privileged to ignore the other staff filtering

    "Hey Rufus, are you sure you're not paying too much for this?"

    "Not at all. Not at all."
  11. Calamity Jinn Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    May 23, 2000
    star 4

    Rufus? Is that the same one mentioned in the snapshots? Mmmmm, this is going to be good!!!!

  12. Daphne Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2000
    star 3
    At the Stroke of Midnight - part five

    Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue

    Sorry it's short, but I'm still struggling with a bit of writer's block.
    The next one is already in the works thought, and it ought to be better.

    Thanks again to Jane Jinn for beta reading my story.

    The small dining room glittered brightly. Even though the crowd would be
    wined and dined in one of the larger senate galleries, a certain
    ambiance was required in the personal dining room as well.

    Jemmiah basked in the light streaming from the chandelier as she
    stationed herself at the door. Recognizing various high level aides and
    senators arriving for their night of glory and influence, she nodded and
    extended polite greetings. *Just keep it up. If you can deal with Qui-Gon

    you can deal with these softies.*

    The crowd in the sitting room was building. Vowing that she would not
    give in to an already tired hand and sore toes, Jemmiah counted heads
    quietly. She muttered "Sithspit!" under her breathe, realizing that only
    12 of the 16 guests had managed to make it on time. "Meri and Corrine and

    dates.... I'll wring their necks."

    Five unending minutes later, Meri swept through the door, looking like a
    model for one of those big Alderaanian shows. On her arm, with a goofy
    smiled plastered on his lips every time he glanced at her, was Alex.
    There might have been time for a bit of gossip, but the shocked look on
    Jemmy face told Meri it was time to join the others. Participating in
    *this* little get together wasn't on her top ten list.

    "Miss Gleshan. Pleased to see you again."

    "I wish I could say the same *MR* Kenobi."

    Corrine eyed first her date and then her friend / step-mother-to-be.
    "Jemmy, he's a Jedi. Mister isn't right." The forced whisper disappeared
    in the tension building between the two. Raising her eyebrows at the
    scene they were trying too hard to avoid, Corrine shrugged and walked

    "You might have mentioned something Mer."

    "Oops! Did I forget to tell you that Jemmy and the Brat used to be an

    "Why don't I leave you ladies to sort it out?"

    Before Meri could finish directing the word 'coward' in Alex's direction,

    the Chancellor had commanded the attention of the room. Drifting along
    towards her seat at the long table, Meri couldn't help but notice that
    Jemmiah's seat was empty, as was the one on Corrine's right, which she
    presumed was Obi-Wan's.

    "Trust them to have a fight during the event of the year."

  13. Daphne Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2000
    star 3
    Anyone reading this out there in TV land?
  14. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 1, 1999
    star 4
    Oh.My.Goodness!!! This has some seriously hysterical potential!!
  15. Calamity Jinn Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    May 23, 2000
    star 4

    Can't wait to see if Obi & Jemmy have one of their HUGE fights! If anyone can argue, it's those two!

    Of course, if they do, we know who always wins...........

    More please!!!!
  16. Daphne Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2000
    star 3
    t the stroke of midnight - part six

    Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.

    I know my stories aren't perfect (wish they were) and I love feedback.


    The scene in the entry way was comical. The tall man in fine black
    garmets and the young woman with the satin white ballgown, were screaming
    whispers at each other. Too angry to whisper, too cautious to scream.

    "How could you come here?"

    "How can you date *him*?"

    "That's none of your business Obi-Wan Kenobi!"

    "It is too my business. What will Qui-Gon do when he hears? You'll give
    my poor master a heart attack!"

    "Your poor master?!? If you haven't killed him yet, NOTHING I do will
    even come close!"

    "How dare you? Who do you think you are?"

    "FIrst lady of the bloody Republic you little wanna-be Jeid!"

    "What? Already had the quickie marriage or just planning how to get it?"

    THWACK! Obi-Wan raised his hand to his cheek. The handprint on his cheek
    was pronounced, and the look on his face was evidence to the fact that
    Jemmiah certainly did *not* hit like a girl.

    "What was that for?"

    The glare in her eyes might have melted through the floor, but certainly
    not his resolve. "Now look, I'm you guest, deal with it."

    "Fine, but I don't have to like it."

    Jemmiah turned to lead the way to the dinner already in progress,
    dreading the sight they'd make. Both fuming with a handprint on Kenobi's
    face rapidly turning a vibrant shade of purple. Before she could take
    another step, a hand on her wrist spun her around.

    "Now is that anyway to treat a guest?"

    "What now Brat?"

    "Kiss it and make it better?"

    Obi-Wan hadn't thought it possible for someone jaw to do that, but he
    swore Jemmiah's had just hit the floor. Never one to give in to a golden
    opportunity, he pulled her closer and pressed his cheek to her lips. WIth
    the help of the Force he managed to avoid the teeth he intended to sink
    into his ear and pulled away with a knowing smirk.

    Throwing her hands into the air, Jemmiah spun around.... only to be
    greeted by the muzzle of a blaster. She might have screamed had the shock
    not been so great. Memories raced through her consciousness before she
    stepped back against Obi-Wan.

    The Jedi reached for his belt, only to find his hand empty. Cursing
    himself for ever leaving the Temple without his lightsaber, he had just
    enough time to cry a warning into the force before the hilt of a knife
    came down on the back of his skull.
  17. Daphne Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2000
    star 3
    Alright. I know *someone* has to be reading this.

    Comments pul-leez?!?

    I'm not posting on this one until you talk to me.

  18. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 1, 1999
    star 4
    I'm reading, I'm reading!! I just can't wait for the next post, so I keep refreshing instead of typing!
  19. Jemmiah Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Mar 5, 2000
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    I keep wanting to say nice things but this damn message board doesn't like me replying on it.

    If this does work, please know that I am reading and waiting for the next part.
  20. Kelly Kenobi Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Mar 23, 2000
    star 4
    I'm reading also, just in lurker mode... sorry!!!!

    This is a great story, so much potential, please continue!!!!!!!!
  21. Calamity Jinn Jedi Padawan

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    May 23, 2000
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    Me too!!! I'm kind of behind everyone in reading as I'm usually sleeping when the majority of you are posting (I'm in Edinburgh, Scotland), but I'm still here!

    He's got Jemmy hasn't he? And that's been her worst fear all her life........

    Did they leave Obi-Wan or take him with Jemmy? And is he tied up with string? (Oops, wrong thread for the last bit! Know you'll get it Daphne!)
  22. Healer_Leona Squirrely Community Mod

    Member Since:
    Jul 7, 2000
    star 9
    Wow!! This is great and I must apologize for not replying sooner.

    The 'Brat" certainly is cheeky with his ex. Can't wait to see what happens next.

  23. Jemmiah Jedi Master

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    Mar 5, 2000
    star 5
    HELP! HELP! I've been abducted! Someone! Obi-Wan! Obi? Get your butt moving and save me...

  24. Daphne Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2000
    star 3
    Just to let you know... My beta reader is on vacation, and I'm still ironing out some glitches with the next part, but rest assured - more is coming.
  25. mouse2 Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Oct 29, 1999
    star 4
    You must post more Daphne! Will Obi and Jemmy get back together, or what?

    Save Jemmiah! :)
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