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Beyond - Legends More Than Words: The No Dialogue Challenge Response Thread

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by Layren, Jul 25, 2005.

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  1. Layren

    Layren Jedi Master star 5

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    This is where you post your Beyond fics in response to my no dialogue challenge that can be found Here .


    Have fun!!
     
  2. millenium_dove

    millenium_dove Jedi Youngling star 3

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    Silence

    by millenium dove




    Han and Leia sat comfortably on the couch, in utter silence. They were fighting. Again. See, the problem was mostly that Leia wanted to set a date for the wedding. And every single time she tried to bring the topic up in conversation, Han would change the subject. To make a long story short, Leia refused to talk to her husband-to-be until he agreed to set a date. Han, of course, decided in his mind that he could stay quiet as long as Leia did. So no one talked, they just sat there, on the sofa.

    The sound of Leia's breathing was really getting on Han's nerves. He clenched his hands into fists in order to release a little tension, and sighed. He could do this, Leia was [i]obviously[/i] just trying to make him mad. So, in response, Han began to drum his fingers on the armrest of the couch.

    Leia smiled sarcastically and cracked her knuckles. Han was only trying to bait her. And she could not break down. Not now, not ever. Let no one say Leia Organa wasn't determined. (In Han's opinion, stubborn as a bantha was a better phrase.) She looked around and sighed. This was getting so boring.

    Han drummed his fingers faster. Leia began to breathe louder.

    Leia stood up. She walked quickly into the other room. Han looked up as she left, a typical and arrogant smirk on his face, considering this a victory. But Leia returned a moment later, with a bit of needlework in her hands. She sat down again on the couch, and began to work.

    [i]Click. Click. Click. Click.[/i] The sound of the needle poking through the cloth was wearing down Han's last nerve. He was extremely tempted to reach over and yank the cloth from Leia's hands. Instead, however, Han opened his mouth to speak (a particularly rude comment, I might add). Leia looked up at her fiancé smiling, and Han shook his head angrily. He would NEVER let Leia win. Han would never be able to live it down if she did.

    Tired of her embroidery, Leia set the needlework down on the end table next to her side of the rabidly orange couch, and sighed. Again. She looked around the elegantly decorated room. Maybe it was time to redecorate. As Leia pondered the thought of tan carpet versus sand carpet, Han's mind was on other things. He wondered how much longer this would take, and whether or not he should just give in.

    If he did, he would never be allowed to forget it. If he didn't, the entire relationship might be spent in silence. It wasn't that Han didn't want to get married, really. It's just that a marriage was such a [b]commitment[/b]. And commitment wasn't exactly Han's strong point.

    At this point in the silence, Leia had finally decided on sand carpeting. The color would accent the new, also rabidly orange, furniture she was planning to buy. Leia made a mental note to remind Han that they were going shopping once he decided to speak. What? You expected Leia to just give up? No way! In Leia's mind, she was winning.

    But Han made no move to speak, and neither did his bride-to-be. So the two sat there. In silence.

    [hr]

    Author's Note: There are 546 words in this. It was so hard!!
     
  3. DarthIshtar

    DarthIshtar Chosen One star 10

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    LOL, I love the needlework bit. That had to be so infuriating!
     
  4. The_Jedi_Ambyr-Rose

    The_Jedi_Ambyr-Rose Jedi Padawan star 4

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    How infuriating! Good work, Millenium. :)
     
  5. Layren

    Layren Jedi Master star 5

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    LOL That was wonderful!! A most excellent response to the challenge!
     
  6. Knight_Aragorn

    Knight_Aragorn Jedi Master star 4

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    Jun 15, 2003
    Great work capturing just how stubborn those two really are. ;) Well done. =D=
     
  7. DarthNaughtious

    DarthNaughtious Jedi Youngling star 2

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    Summary: The New Republic doesn't believe in executions. There are exceptions to every rule. It is no more than Anakin expected, however, and as he reflects in the last moments of his life, he can't bring himself to be bitter or to hate. He only wants to see her again.

    AU: Anakin's one remaining arm wasn't lost in his battle with Obi-wan, and so he was able to pull himself free of the fire before he lost the ability to breath on his own. He therefore wasn't as grievously injured at the end of Return of the Jedi, and survived to stand trial.

    Star Wars belongs to George Lucas, and I am making no money off of anything here.

    Becoming

    Anakin looked at the primitive handcuffs that his captors knew couldn?t hold him; had he actually chosen to break free, nothing could have held him, so powerful was he now. They chaffed the skin of his one remaining natural arm, irritated him like Tatooine?s sand, reminded him in a small, childish part of his mind of the bonds that had restrained him all his life, the slavery, the servitude he?d been subjected to since he?d learned how to say his own name.

    I?m a person, and my name is Anakin, he could still remember telling his Angel the first time he had seen her. He had been so indignant then, and part of him still was now, as he was led down the cold, metallic halls to his death. For all his fame as a war hero, his son had not been able to save him from this fate, yet in a lot of ways, in all the ways that mattered, the fact that he was about to die in chains just as he had been born into them didn?t matter now. He was beyond that now, and he could feel her feather-light touch brush his skin, smell her hair in the air he breathed, hear her voice in the wind, like a howling longing, calling to him, sucking him dry until there was nothing left of him that hadn?t melted into The Force to join her.

    He could have escaped, but he owed them this much: the Jedi, his Master and the friends he had slaughtered; Padme; the authors of this new government that would fix what he had destroyed. His time to fix had long passed; he had missed his chance. This was the last thing he could do for them, the only way what he had broken could ever be undone; he would finally stop running from the consequences to his heinous actions, would no longer be ruled by despair. His children were the present and the future, not him, but his death didn?t matter anymore, because he was already beyond time; he could taste her, feel her soft skin as her lips brushed his, feel her breath warm him as she slept next to him, peaceful while he was cold, the calm center the spiraling inferno that was his heart orbited, incendiary in its devotion. There was nothing left for him but to let himself melt into her presence once more, reach out into their connection and join her where he felt her fire touch him, beckoning him from the beyond. She was his sight, his happiness, sadness, taste and anger, and he could no more live without her than she had been able to exist without him, all those years ago. Darth Vader had been able to, but he had run from truth, had been a product of the dishonesty inherent in every weakness of humanity. Anakin Skywalker, on the other hand, was unable to prevent himself from looking truth in the eye once he finally found it, whether he was ready to or not, unable to do anything but sacrifice everything to keep it in his grasp, forcing every being in the Galaxy to come to terms with all its harsh realities in his quest to do so himself.

    He stepped calmly into the unforgiving, steel cell, the room in which he would live out the last moments of his life, at the moment of his death every bit the serene, selfless Jedi he had tried and failed to become all his life. He took his last breath, and smiled.
     
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