Consequences (A short JA fic with Obi torture by Cassia)

Mua ha ha ha ha. Another Cassia story. I will post within 5 mins.

Kim B

 

Hey everybody. This is just a little story that I don't really care much
for, but it is my good-bye offering because I am going away yet AGAIN!
*sigh!* I travel more lately then a Jedi! Well, I'm leaving this friday
and won't be back until the end of july, beginning of August so I guess I've
just got to live with it. I'll try to post the second part tomorrow so no
one's left hanging, but that will probably be my last post before I disappear
into oblivion again. Sigh.
--Cassia

Title: Consequences
By: Cassia
Email: cassia_a@hotmail.com
Category: Short Story, Drama, a little Obi torture (always! )
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Minor ones for the JA books
Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the
exclusive property of George Lucas. All others belong to me.
I have no official permission to use these characters, but
I'm not being paid for it either, so that's okay.
Feedback: Yes Please!
Time Frame: 9 years before TPM. Obi-Wan is 16.

Summary: A fellow Padawan disobeys and Obi-Wan ends up bearing
the consequences.

Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.


-Consequences-

Part One

Padawan A'lia Kedesh slid silently through the
flowering shrubs and bushes, practicing every Jedi secrecy
art that the eleven-year-old little girl had ever learned.

She dare not get caught here. What would Master Drenba
think...? She shuddered. Sticking her small, pointed chin
out straight to keep it from quivering she forced herself
onward. She was no coward! She would show those kids that
made fun of her back in the village! She wasn't afraid of
the Eeoa'lyn priests, or their holy ground!

In her heart however, she knew it was a lie. She was
quaking in her boots. Maybe in truth that was why she had
accepted the village children's dare, in an effort to prove
to *herself* that she wasn't afraid. After all, Jedi
weren't supposed to be afraid... She was beginning to wish
that she had not been quite so hasty.

"A'lia!" the soft voice behind her made the little
Correlian girl jump. Spinning around, she saw Master
Jinn's apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi behind her, a worried
expression on his face.

Master Jinn and Master Drenba had both been assigned
to the difficult Talteeri negotiations and so their two
Padawans had spent a lot of time together these past few
days.

At sixteen, Obi-Wan was five years A'lia's senior and
had every reason to look at her as a mere child, but A'lia
had found him to be a very friendly, if also very quiet
young man. Truth to tell she had developed quite a crush
on him, but that was just the age she was at.

"Obi-Wan! You scared me!" she hissed, putting her
hand over her pounding heart. "What are you doing here?"

"That's what I was just going to ask you A'lia," Obi-
Wan said, keeping his voice low. "I saw you go over the
wall," he explained briefly. "Don't you realize you're on
Eeoa'lyn holy ground? Our Masters will kill us if they
find out we were here!"

"Then why don't you leave?" A'lia said stubbornly.

"I intend to, and you're coming with me," Obi-Wan
replied firmly, trying to take her hand.

A'lia's stubbornness was just a front. She was not a
headstrong little girl. She already knew she shouldn't be
here, so she abandoned the foolish dare to cross the entire
area and let Obi-Wan take her hand. "Okay Obi," she said
quietly.

Suddenly they both ducked down behind a large shrub as
they heard someone approaching.

About six Eeoa'lyn priests in their flowing yellow and
purple robes came into sight.

Obi-Wan and A'lia both held their breath, hoping the
priests would pass by quickly, but it was not to be. To
the two Padawan's horror, the priests stopped about three
hundred meters away, took out gardening equipment and
started pruning the grove of fruit trees a little to their
right.

"What are we going to do Obi?" A'lia whispered
quietly, looking to the older Padawan to take the lead.

Obi-Wan assessed their situation. The Eeoa'lyn
priests were very strict about their grounds, surrounding
them with high walls and considering them holy.
Trespassing was viewed as a serious transgres

 

PLEASE FEEDBACK!

Kim B

 

eargerly jumping up and down from the audience

I'm the first to reply! I'm the first to reply!

I better hurry up and push that button or else someone else will!

Umm...

Great story! Can't wait for more Cassia.

 

Ouch! One day, it would be nice to write a report on why people are drawn (despite themselves) to fanfics that torture the main characters. That'd be a cool study in psychology.

Forgive me if I don't exactly symphasize with A'lia. Dares are fun and all, but she is a bit too reckless and irresponsible for my taste. Anyway...
What! Cassia is going away! No! How can I survive the long, long vacation (which HASN'T started yet) without Cassia's fanfics? *sigh*

 

Sounds like A'lia is one desperate little girl; afraid and yet wanting, perhaps even needing, to prove to herself that she really isn't. Something's got to happen to give her more self-confidence--will we see it in part two? And this is the Obi-Wan we all know and love; caring, sympathetic, getting himself into trouble to keep someone else from suffering. Now he's really in a bind! Should he tell, or shouldn't he? Can't wait for the continuation! Cassia, we will miss you and your excellent stories. Have fun wherever you are going.

 

I really love Cassia stories and can't get enough. Can you? LOL ?

Kim B

 

More?

 

Another story by Cassia? Yippee! Can't wait for more!

 

-Consequences-

PART TWO:

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon greeted when the apprentice slipped
into their rooms. "I was just going to look for you. The
owners of this establishment inform me that the gym is
empty today due to some cancellations and I have arranged
that we have some time to use it to do a little sparring.
It's been too long since we've had the opportunity and I
don't want your physical training to suffer," the big Jedi
Master said cheerfully, he knew how Obi-Wan loved doing
anything with his lightsaber.

Obi-Wan usually jumped at the invitation to a mock-
duel, but in his current condition the thought made him
cringe inside. "Yes, Master, I'll go get changed," he
said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

He almost hoped that Qui-Gon would notice something
amiss about him. He almost wanted his Master to ask him if
anything was wrong, because then his decision was simple,
if Qui-Gon asked him, Obi-Wan was bound to tell him the
truth, or at least, as much of it as he could without
breaking his promise to A'lia. For once however, Qui-Gon
seemed to notice nothing unusual, or if he did, he did not
chose to comment on it as of yet.

Obi-Wan sighed as he went to change into his workout
tunic. It was ironic, he supposed, Qui-Gon sure noticed
things well enough when the apprentice *didn't* want him
to.

Going into the 'fresher and locking the door, Obi-Wan
pulled off his tunic once more and found that he was going
to have to wash it. The inner, rear side of his under
shirt was lightly stained with his blood. Looking at
himself in the mirror, Obi-Wan winced at the sight of the
welts that striped his back like a Furr'arr's coat. If he
didn't get medical attention for those, they could very
possibly leave scars.

Wetting a cloth with cold water, Obi-Wan ran it
lightly over as much of his hurting back as he could reach.
It did nothing to sooth the injuries, but the coolness of
the water helped bring down the heat of the flaming
sensation he was feeling and wash away the remaining blood
so that it would not stain his workout cloths like it had
his normal tunic.

Qui-Gon knocked on the door.

Obi-Wan jumped slightly in surprise. He hadn't
realized he was so on-edge.

"I just need to get a towel," Qui-Gon's voice was
muffled by the door. The handle rattled as Qui-Gon tried
to turn it.

"Just a minute!" Obi-Wan called, quickly wadding up
his cloths rinsing the blood out of the washcloth. Sliding
gingerly into his workout tunic, he tied it loosely in an
attempt to minimize its contact with his throbbing back.

He knew it was foolish to try to hide his injuries from his
Master, but the young apprentice did not yet know what else
to do.

On the other side of the door Qui-Gon smiled in mild
amusement. He knew that Obi-Wan was growing up, but his
sudden desire for so much privacy was a little puzzling.
The boy was only changing his shirt for goodness sake...

The Jedi Master shook his head. Who could fathom the
quirks of youth? Especially during the teenage years.

"Obi-Wan are you planning on taking up residence, or do you
want to let me get my towel and come out here so we can
practice?" Qui-Gon called through the shut door.

Obi-Wan hurried out, blushing slightly. "Sorry,
Master," he mumbled an apology for making the elder Jedi
wait.

Qui-Gon nodded, and retrieved his towel. Then the two
Jedi made their way down to the gymnasium on the ground
level of the temporary housing unit's complex.

Easily sliding into his own workout tunic, Qui-Gon led
Obi-Wan out into the middle of the large gym's floor.
After running through their stretches and warm-ups Qui-Gon
initiated the training duel.

Blue and green blades of light buzzed and tangled as
Master and Padawan sparred.

Qui-Gon decided that it truly had been too long since
their last match. Obi-Wan was not performing at the level
that Qui-Gon knew him capable of. The boy moved stiffly
and actually seemed to be avoiding the more ariobatic moves
that he usually favored.

Qui-Gon thought Obi-Wan would warm up to the fight as
it went on, but the Padawan's performance did not improve.

 

What a wonderful story to wake up to. Thank you, Cassia!

 

Hey, could anybody point me to other stories by Cassia?
(I've read "A mile in their shoes")
-NA

 

Good! Too bad it was a shoirt story though....

 

WHere is the post I only realised it now....or is it posted and hiding from my computer. I am posting it again just incase.

here it is..............


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Bye everybody! *waves* See you in a few!
--Cassia

Time Frame: 9 years before TPM. Obi-Wan is 16.

Summary: A fellow Padawan disobeys and Obi-Wan ends up bearing
the consequences.

Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.

-Consequences-

PART TWO:

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon greeted when the apprentice slipped
into their rooms. "I was just going to look for you. The
owners of this establishment inform me that the gym is
empty today due to some cancellations and I have arranged
that we have some time to use it to do a little sparring.
It's been too long since we've had the opportunity and I
don't want your physical training to suffer," the big Jedi
Master said cheerfully, he knew how Obi-Wan loved doing
anything with his lightsaber.

Obi-Wan usually jumped at the invitation to a mock-
duel, but in his current condition the thought made him
cringe inside. "Yes, Master, I'll go get changed," he
said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

He almost hoped that Qui-Gon would notice something
amiss about him. He almost wanted his Master to ask him if
anything was wrong, because then his decision was simple,
if Qui-Gon asked him, Obi-Wan was bound to tell him the
truth, or at least, as much of it as he could without
breaking his promise to A'lia. For once however, Qui-Gon
seemed to notice nothing unusual, or if he did, he did not
chose to comment on it as of yet.

Obi-Wan sighed as he went to change into his workout
tunic. It was ironic, he supposed, Qui-Gon sure noticed
things well enough when the apprentice *didn't* want him
to.

Going into the 'fresher and locking the door, Obi-Wan
pulled off his tunic once more and found that he was going
to have to wash it. The inner, rear side of his under
shirt was lightly stained with his blood. Looking at
himself in the mirror, Obi-Wan winced at the sight of the
welts that striped his back like a Furr'arr's coat. If he
didn't get medical attention for those, they could very
possibly leave scars.

Wetting a cloth with cold water, Obi-Wan ran it
lightly over as much of his hurting back as he could reach.
It did nothing to sooth the injuries, but the coolness of
the water helped bring down the heat of the flaming
sensation he was feeling and wash away the remaining blood
so that it would not stain his workout cloths like it had
his normal tunic.

Qui-Gon knocked on the door.

Obi-Wan jumped slightly in surprise. He hadn't
realized he was so on-edge.

"I just need to get a towel," Qui-Gon's voice was
muffled by the door. The handle rattled as Qui-Gon tried
to turn it.

"Just a minute!" Obi-Wan called, quickly wadding up
his cloths rinsing the blood out of the washcloth. Sliding
gingerly into his workout tunic, he tied it loosely in an
attempt to minimize its contact with his throbbing back.

He knew it was foolish to try to hide his injuries from his
Master, but the young apprentice did not yet know what else
to do.

On the other side of the door Qui-Gon smiled in mild
amusement. He knew that Obi-Wan was growing up, but his
sudden desire for so much privacy was a little puzzling.
The boy was only changing his shirt for goodness sake...

The Jedi Master shook his head. Who could fathom the
quirks of youth? Especially during the teenage years.

"Obi-Wan are you planning on taking up residence, or do you
want to let me get my towel and come out here so we can
practice?" Qui-Gon called through the shut door.

Obi-Wan hurried out, blushing slightly. "Sorry,
Master," he mumbled an apology for making the elder Jedi
wait.

Qui-Gon nodded, and retrieved his towel. Then the two
Jedi made their way down to the gymnasium on the ground
level of the temporary housing unit's complex.

Easily sliding into his own workout tunic, Qui-Gon led
Obi-Wan out into the middle of the large gym's floor.
After running through their stretches and warm-ups Qui-Gon
initiated the training duel.

Blue and green blades of