"Carrion RX" ~ A Power Battles fanfic

((Hello everyone! I do sincerely apologize for the crudeness of this message board and the necessity to have to restart the thread. Unfortunately, this thing cuts off posts that are too long. *grumble loudly* Well that sucks! And I can't link or Quote or italicize or bold or any of the other things I love to do, so unfortunately, we're stuck with this. Anyways, I hope to post more and post often.

With love always,

~ Lwyn`nya Kenobi

PS: I do like this private messaging thing, though!))

 

?I hate walking around Coruscant at night,? Thera complained for about the fifth time. A shiver ran down the woman?s spine and she looked around the deserted streets in wary contempt. ?Was it so necessary that we walk??

Her husband, Jespari, just laughed and threw an arm around his wife as his other hand squeezed his nine year old son?s shoulder. ?It hardly seems worth it to take a cloud car when we?re only a mile from the theater. Besides, when was the last time we *walked* anywhere??

Thera crinckled her nose as she looked around the cluttered streets. ?Fine time to take up exercise, Jes.? Thankfully, the streets were clear of other people, which only helped to ease the woman?s paranoia only slightly. The sound of cloud cars running high above echoed horribly in these streets, bouncing off the tall, skyscraping buildings. Light was poor, most of it being the streaking glare of headlights from the cloud cars some hundred feet above. A dense fog was rolling through, despite Coruscant?s impressive weather controls. It blurred edges and soon things had lost all definition and just became dense shapes in the night.

A pungent smell of decaying meat struck Thera as the woman tried her best to keep from gagging. It annoyed her, the fact that her family paid a good sum to live where they did. One would think that the crews of Coruscant would take that into mind and clean up their part of the city!

?Daddy,? the young boy tugged on his father?s arm. Jespari looked down at his son and found the boy rooted where he stood, pointing ahead to a corner of a building.

?What is it, Nelan?? Jespari knelt down by his son, smiling. Nelan always loved finding new and interesting things and he was always pointing them out to his mother and father. What had his son found this time?

Nelan looked up at his father, a peculiar look on his face. ?What?s wrong with that man, Daddy??

Jespari followed the length of his son?s arm with his eyes and stared in the indicated direction. Sure enough, there was a blurred figure in the foggy darkness. It was hard to make out much else, but from the way the figure was moving, there was apparently something wrong. The figure walked slowly, stepping with one foot, dragging the other along the ground.

?Hmph,? Jespari thought out loud, derisively, ?Probably a homeless drunk.?

But the longer Jespari looked at the figure, the more he saw something strange. The man?s upper half was crooked and bent and his arm hung at a funny angle. The being stopped and turned towards the family, and soon the scent of decaying meat was pungent now.

?S-sir?? Jespari called out loudly, ?I say, are you alright??

A sound came from the being, sounding like a cross between a death wail and a hungry beast.

The moan quickly turned Jespari?s blood to ice as it echoed in his ears. Thera gripped her husband?s shoulder as Nelan inched closer to his father.

?Daddy? W-we s-should go now.?

Jespari nodded, but his eyes were transfixed on the being standing only twenty feet from them. A light from an overhead cloud car passed over the eerie man for only a second. It was faint at best, and the fog made things very unclear, but it looked like . . . the man?s left eye was missing.

The being wailed again and started towards the family in the same staggering walk, stepping with one foot, dragging the other with a *wet* sound.

?H-Honey??? Thera whispered to her husband, clinging close now.

Jespari turned towards his wife, while his eyes were still locked on the slowly advancing man. ?L-Let?s go grab a cab back at the theater, shall we??

And the family quickly left in the direction they had come. But when they reached the busy, crowded theater and turned around, the strange limping being was gone.

 

>>>? night, one family was accosted by what appeared to be a homeless vagrant. The witness reports that an accurate description of their supposed attacker couldn?t be given, but that the man appeared to be either heavily intoxicated or gravely wounded.<<<

>>In other news, another such report was filed with the Coruscant times. Heli Binaru, a fourteen-year-old humanoid, was reported to be similarily attacked. The young girl was riding her speederbike late Fourthday night when she spotted the vagrant in the dark alleyway of Fourth and Vine. Her speeder stalled, and when she asked the man for assistance, the homeless vagrant was reported to have ?groaned and limped after her?. Heli?s speederbike finally ignited and she took off. When asked if the vagrant continued to give chase, Miss Binaru replies, ?I don?t know. I took off down Vine, and after two or three blocks, I turned to see if he was still following me, but he was gone. I didn?t get a good look at him, it was dark. But his clothing was horribly ripped and he smelled like two-week old garbage.?<<<

>>Coruscant Times reporter, Jayce Halloway, confronted Mayor Namori Daurius about the problem. ?Ms. Halloway, there are millions of people under my jurisdiction. Coruscant, I?m afraid, has more pressing concerns to deal with at the moment than a few misbehaving homeless people.?<<<

>>And in other news, investigators still have yet to determine the cause of the explosion of Nevalan Chemicals. Al?syn Sheil, head director of the chemical lab, is still unavailable for questioning?<<

?Unbelievable,? Obi-Wan snapped, tossing the news datapad to the opposite end of the couch from where he was sitting. The nineteen-year-old Jedi apprentice shook his head and languidly stretched from his perch on the couch. His lean body argued with him, having spent so long curled into one position. ?All that work we did in disarming the psi-nuclear bombs in the old defense silos and what?s on the front page of the Coruscant Times? Little Jane Doe, out riding her speederbike too late at night and running into the scourge of the Lower Levels.?

Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn sat his cup of tea down to pick up the abandoned news datapad. His crystalline blue eyes scanned the datapad then quizzically raised an eyebrow at his apprentice. ?Padawan, how often is it that the news find out about our missions??

Obi-Wan sighed. ?Rarely. If ever.? It was true. Most of the missions that required Jedi involvement were so dire and/or so intense that any involvement by anyone other than Jedi were often sworn to silence. Being an operative of the Senate, it was very easy for them to manipulate the media. It was something of a fool?s dream that the young Jedi would have found mention of their latest involvement in the news reports.

Qui-Gon set the datapad down and ruffled his student?s short, spiky strawblonde hair. ?Did you really expect them to find out about the old weapon?s silo??

A long pause. ?No.?

?Well then,? Qui-Gon summed up, stretching himself, ?What did you expect then??

Obi-Wan cast his sea-blue eyes down at the listless datapad on the couch. ?Honestly, I don?t know, Master. It just seems like . . . all that we do . . . for all those people, and not a word of recognition. Not a word of praise or of thanks. Just another ?Well done. Here?s your next mission.?? The boy raised his eyes to his Master and found them searching his own. ?I know our Code, Master. We do what we do, give what we can to help those who cannot fight for themselves, without thought of praise or reward. I haven?t forgotten. But-? Inwardly, Obi-Wan cringed as he watched his Master?s eyes harden. Oh, he was going to regret the doors he was opening now with his babbling, but it had been something that had been eating at him for a while. And now with the first pebble tumbling, it was impossible to hold back the coming landslide. He turned his eyes almost longingly towards the news datapad. ?-for once it would be so nice to have someone know of what we?ve done for them. To know that we are appreciated for who we ar

 

Hmm, Looks good! Can't wait to see how the Obi-Wan handles this assignment!

Waiting paitiently for more.

 

I love this already! Obi-Wan baby-sitting a hyperactive girl who bounces on the bed and calls the dignified Councilmember an "octopus lady". Why do I have the feeling that, before long, Obi-Wan is going to think longingly of the monster each time he gazes at this little girl? Post more soon!

 

Recognition for Obi-Wan as "Baby-sitter of the Year?" That seems interesting. More.

 

I'm certainly glad that you re-posted, though I'm sure it was a pain. I love what you've written so far and I'm looking forward to more.

Oh ye suffering gods...of all things to complain about...I think I'm going into smiley face withdrawal. Somebody PLEASE figure out how to get them to work here. ugh!

 

Hey I think I have finally found a reason to be happy about the move I discovered a new Lwyn`nya thread.

Obis adventures in babysitting, could get interesting!!!!!!!!!!

 

Ah, the silly civilians do not know the hands which feed them. Kick them in the head!

And the subplot this latest post brings about... hehehe.

 

?Adi?? Qui-Gon called to the closed door of the Councilwoman?s room for the third time as he knocked. The Jedi Master shot his apprentice an amused look, hearing scuffling noises from inside the room. But Obi-Wan didn?t catch his look. His apprentice?s eyes were looking meekly down, his face solemn and lackluster. The delighted smile on Qui-Gon?s face quickly melted into a frown. Was his apprentice truly seeing this as punishment for him? The whole trip here to the Councilmembers Wing, Qui-Gon had kept up the conversation; Obi-Wan had been oddly silent.

But before Qui-Gon could ask his Padawan what was troubling him, the door to Adi Gallia?s room flew open and a very bedraggled-looking Adi stood at the entrance. The woman?s robes were rumpled in disarray and the female Jedi looked in desperate need of a long soak in a bubble bath and many hours of sleep.

?Thank you both for coming so quickly,? she greeted, waving them inside.

?It?s always a pleasure to be of service,? Qui-Gon greeted her in return, smiling as he stepped into the dim-lit room, Obi-Wan trailing behind. The Jedi Master stopped to examine the Councilwoman?s chambers. Moderately furnished, this room was once something of simple elegance, polished modest beauty. Now, with the cushions of the couch rumpled, plates overturned, fixtures rocked, blankets strewn about, this once elegant room was now a child?s war zone. Only connection to the Force allowed the Jedi Master to sidestep the toys littered upon the ground like landmines. Qui-Gon?s ice-blue eyes swept the area with subtle mirth, ?Although I must admit, I?m rather confused on why you summoned my apprentice and myself at this late hour.?

Adi sighed and did her best to right the chairs and straighten the couch. ?Please, sit. I?m very grateful to you both for coming in my hour of need.? Qui-Gon could see just how much the Councilwoman was jarred when Adi didn?t even attempt to sit in the normal regal manor that was her custom. ?I have had very little sleep since acquiring Ioni. Elsi and Giugan Kale are dear friends of mine, and they had to leave unexpectedly for a business trip. They?ve asked that I watch their four-year-old daughter for them till they return. But the child absolutely refuses to sleep and no amount of coaxing or threatening on my part can get her to do so.? Almost as if summoned by their conversation, a young girl with freckled cheeks and blazing red hair came flying into the room upon a small toy podracer, driving it haphazardly. Her hair, done up in clumsy, skewed eight pigtails that circled her head, flew behind her in her mad dash.

?LOOKIE!! I?M AUNTIE ADI!!? the child shrieked, wearing nothing but her bathrobe as she steered the self-powered podracer around the chamber floors. One little hand held tenaciously to the handle bars while the other held out a green tube of children?s toothpaste as if it were her weapon. ?I?M A BIG BAD JEDI-?

Qui-Gon picked up his feet before the child ran them over.

?-AND YOU?RE IN TROUBLE NOW, MR. BAD MAN!!?

Still in hot pursuit of the enemy of whom she could only see, little Ioni continued her mad dash around the room.

Her keeper, however, looked to be on her last nerve as she looked at Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan with tired, beseeching eyes. ?I hate to ask this of you, but could you-??

?-AND YOU?RE GONNA GET SUCH A SPANKING WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!! YOU CAN?T RUN FROM ME!!?

Qui-Gon gave Adi Gallia a sympathetic look. ?Of course.? He looked over at Obi-Wan, ?My Padawan will put the little one to bed while I fix us some tea and help you clean up the mess. Obi-Wan??

?NOT EVEN YOUR MAMA CAN SAVE YOU NOW, MR. BAD MAN!! I?M GONNA STICK MY LASER SWORD SO FAR UP YOUR-?

Obi-Wan nodded, ?Yes, Master.? The younger Jedi stood up from the couch.

BAMM!! The crashing sound of podracer-plus-child running smack into a wall caused Jedi Master to smirk, Jedi Councilwoman to sigh hopelessly, and Jedi Padawan to smile with relief.

?Problem solved!? Obi-Wan chirped happily as he went off in search of the dazed child.

 

VERY FUNNY! LOL! Poor Obi-Wan has his hands full!

 

Cool! New story! Is it just me or does the explosion/disfigured being remind anyone else a bit of Batman?

 

Hmmm, Obi-Wan is glum as he enters the apartment, but when Ioni smacks into the wall, he suddenly chirps a happy reply to his master? Tell me, Obi-Wan, that you didn't use the Force inappropriately to stop the child's momentum and give you a chance to catch up with her?

I would say that this story brings back happy memories, but they're not happy, and it's not a memory yet!

 

YAY! 'nother post. Thankee, thankee Lwyn`nya!

Heh heh, poor Obi.

 

That was too funny Lwyn'nya! I can't wait to see what happens next!

 

GentleBant: I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought that!

Keep going LW. Don't keep us in the dark too long.

 

Too funny! I look forward to more soon.

 

More, please!

 

yeah ditto! ^_^

 

I love it. That is so funny. I can't wait for more.

 

C'mon, where's the next post already?

 

Don't leave us hanging for long! Pleezy post!

 

Post? Please?

 

I dont know if this post will work this is my first time on this new server... Anyway great job Lwyn'nya Kenobi I like your story! Post soon (please).

Return of Maija Darklighter

 

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More, please, soon?