Chained To You (A Sifa Baladeen & Robaen Brec Story)

*"Oh, now I've got lipstick on you," she stated. "Here, bend down," she ordered. Spitting deftly on a purple hankerchief, a shade darker than her dress, Hazina began to scrub at Robaen's forehead.

"Mum..." protested the boy, scrunching his face.

"Do you want to walk around with lipstick on you?" demanded Hazina in a no-nonsense tone. "Now quit struggling and keep still."

"Awww..." *

lol

I'm loving this fic like crazy! Can't wait for more! lol

It's so great when Robaen starts yelling at people like a baby.
His family seems very realistic, this is hilarious.

Keep it up!

 

Thanks E-K!
Here's a bit o' cameo from some others.
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"Hear that?" asked Ane Oligi, raising a hand to his ear.

"Hear what?" Lina asked, looking at her friend, puzzled.

"I don't hear anything," commented Obi-Wan. "Except maybe other student eating."

Ane grinned widely as he set his own tray down on the table. "Exactly. No screaming, no shrieking, no chattering at 80 lightmiles per second. In short, no Sifa!"

Lina rolled her eyes while Obi-Wan laughed loudly at his friend's joke. "Oh, you can drop the act, Ane," said the healer apprentice. "We all know you miss Sifa dearly. You're the only one of us who mentions her every six minutes. Even if it's to tell us how glad you are she's not here."

"Oh, yeah, I miss her alright," replied Ane, sarcastically. "As much as I'm sure Healer An-Paj misses that Robaen Brec."

"I'm sure he does," said Obi-Wan, stuffing some lasagna in his mouth. "Brec's the reason why most people have to STAY in the infirmary."

"Or the reason why most people end up there!" chortled Ane.

"Do you two mind not insulting my collegue behind his back?" demanded Lina. "And besides," she added, looking at Obi-Wan. "I never recall YOU ever needing his help landing in the infirmary. Not with your little buddy here," she said, nodding to Ane.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" demanded Ane.

"Need I bring up last weeks Bannister Sliding Contest?"

"It was just for fun!"

"That resulted in Obi-Wan breaking a leg and you fracturing a collar bone."

"Always the strait-lace, you," Obi-Wan mocked.

"No, always the mature, me," retorted Lina. "Or at least, the sensible. One would think that after the first TWO times you guys ended up in the infirmary sliding down those things, you'd lay off with the contest."

"Hey, we can't perfect our landing if we don't keep practicing!" stated Ane.

The healer apprentice shook her head in exasperation. "You're impossible. Obi-Wan I have some vain hope for. You, Ane, are impossible."

"Impossibly dare-devilish and brave?"

"Impossibly bull-headed and corruptive, you prat!"

"You should be thanking us, Lina," interjected Obi-Wan. "We bring you more chances to perfect your healer skills than any other."

"I'll be sure to send you a card when I become the new Head Healer of the Kenobi Ward," replied Lina.

"New Head Healer? Is that ambition I hear?" inquired Obi-Wan, putting on an expression of mock surprise.

"What's wrong with setting goals?" asked Lina. "It's not like I'm going to get to be one right away. Master An-Paj's gonna be in charge of there for many more years to come."

"He'll give that up that title the day Robaen Brec gets made healer!" joked Ane. "Never!"

"Oh, shut your face, Mr. Always Second Place on the Padawan Polls," retorted the healer apprentice.

"In a way though, I feel pretty bad for Sifa," said Obi-Wan, shifting topics. "She'll be stuck with Robaen for the entire trip. That almost makes her mission more hazardous than mine are with Master Qui-Gon. I'm serious!" defended the padawan, seeing Lina's look. "You have to admit, injury changes are high when he's around."

"And she might meet his family," added Ane. "Oh, Force! Imagine if they're ALL as clumsy as he is!"

"Meet Robaen's family?" asked Lina. Although, she knew Robaen slightly better than most people, she didn't know that much about him. "It might be kind of interesting."

Ane rolled his eyes. "It's Robaen Brec's family, how interesting can they be?"

 

LOL Ane you have NO idea.

That was a great post HAL! Nothing bad about it!

 

Good post.

 

Here's the next bit.
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Sifa stood a bit wide-eyed as a dark-haired blur rushed up to Robaen and gave the boy yet another bone crunching hug.

"Darish, I can't breathe!" protested Robaen.

Laughing, Darish pulled back but still kept his arms resting lightly on Robaen's. "My Gods! Look at you! You're as tall as me! And what is this? You're thinner than Galen! Are the Jedi starving you or something?"

"Ha, ha," replied Robaen. "Well, look at YOU," he added, staring pointedly at Darish's hair.

Darish reached up and gave his hair a haphazard tug. "Ah, well, Caidre put a dare to me and you know..." he answered with a grin.

"So why'd you keep it that color?" asked Galen, looking innocent.

"Shut y'face," retorted Darish.

Sifa watched the three laugh and felt somewhat awkward standing there. It more than dawned on her that not only was she the only one not related in this group, she was also the only girl.

"Hello," Darish said to her suddenly. Again, seemingly seeing her for the first time. Apart from the incredibly black short hair that Darish sported, Sifa also noticed he had piercing blue-green eyes that stared at her. Seeing all three of them together finally, Sifa couldn't really believe they were brothers. Not even half-brothers.

Both Galen and Robaen had lanky figures, although Galen was much more thin with a narrower and angular face. In fact, everything about Galen was angular and long. Sort of like the man Hazina had a holo of on her mantle that Sifa had seen. Galen must look just like HIS dad, then, guessed the girl.

In a complete opposite, Darish's face was rounder with fuller features that seemed a male version of Hazina. The kind of features one could never imagine looking upset, despite how sensitive they looked. Sifa could definitely see how he was related to her. And if it wasn't for Galen's green eyes that matched Hazina's, she wouldn't have guessed that Galen and Darish were related.

But apart from that, there was something unique about Darish altogether. A kind of an invisible aura that pulsed around him. An attractive light that was all his own. And even though he was well-endowed enough, physically, the energy that radiated from him pretty much propelled him into a category all his own.

"Darish," began Robaen, interrupting Sifa's silent observations. His expression showed he was getting rather tired of doing the redundant introductions over and over again. "This is Sifa Baladeen, also a Jedi Padawan. Sifa, my eldest brother Darish."

"Don't ask if she's Rob's girlfriend," Galen whispered, rather loudly as Darish opened his mouth.

"Girlfriend? I'd never insult the girl by asking her that!" exclaimed Darish with a grin.

"Thanks a lot!" Robaen retorted.

"I was going to ask if it was true she's really a Jedi padawan," continued Darish turning his eyes back on Sifa.

"Yeah, with a braid and all," replied Sifa. Smiling, she tilted her head and pointed to the small lock of braided hair that mingled with a few golden strands of Pallia. The girl became aware of Darish leaning in closer to take a look.

"It looks better on you," he commented. "Well, Sifa, if ALL Jedi girls are like you, I'm demanding a midichlorian re-count for me." Sifa could hear both Robaen and Galen groan while she barely stifled a high-pitched giggle. "I'm serious!" exclaimed Darish. "Besides," he added, grinning slyly. "A Jedi knight is VERY sexy."

"What? Being a rock star isn't enough for you?" asked Robaen, joking without thinking. Before he could realize the slip he made, Sifa pounced on it.

"A rock star?" asked the girl.

"Yeah," replied Galen. "Well, rock star sounds a bit overdone.."

"Don't lie to the girl," protested Darish. "Yes, Padawan Sifa, Galen and I are rock stars. In fact, we are the most beloved, sought after, heart rate-increasing, girl-scream causing-"

"Oh, shut it, Dar!" exclaimed Galen, rolling his eyes.

"Actually," said Darish, putting a friendly arm around Sifa's narrow shoulders. "We're just sad sods who're passing our mu

 

LOL Lina! I loved the cameos, and Sifa's screaming! I KNEW it, SW N'Sync! (I wouldn't insult your characters as to compare them to the Hansons... Ugh)

 

GAH!

Two long posts and I don't have time to read them!

 

UP! A FEW MORE REPLIES AND I WILL POST AGAIN!

 

Well...THAT bad huh?

 

Great Post!
I love how Sifa acts like a normal teenage girl and not like always like a Jedi

 

NO! It wasn't that bad. You should post more...and soon.

 

Lina! You MUST post more!

 

You will post more.

I love how it's a more framiliar story with origanal charactors. Robaen is funny to read about with all his annoyances. And as always Sifa makes me happy I don't know her.

YAY! Gotta love an appearance by "The Man", Ane himself.

 

What a great monday morning treat!!!!


Now, LINA, I don't want Sifa falling in love with Rob's brothers.

No! Bad author! Bad author!



I doubledog dare you to write a story that ends up happily......


Ha! That'll get you!

 

Okay, here's the next one.
Ewan-Kenobi , "The Man" will make another appearance later on in the thread.

And juwannajedi I may JUST take you up on that challenge!
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It had become a madhouse the very minute Breg announced that Silent Supernova was going to go back on. Robaen and Sifa barely had time to reach a small section of the house that was quartered off for them before a stampede of fans, mostly girls stormed the floor.

Just as Sifa made a move go forward, she felt a strong hand clasp over her arm. "Don't even think about it," warned Robaen.

"I cannot believe you didn't tell me your brothers were Silent Supernova!" cried the girl.

"The subject never really came up," Robaen replied, trying to look casually at the stage.

"Never came up?! ALL I've been asking you about since the trip is what your family does! I even asked you about music! How could the subject have NEVER come up!? It's all I ever talked to you about!"

"Exactly," muttered Robaen.

"Oh my Force! I can't believe it! I've actually met them! YOU'RE actually related to them!" shrieked Sifa, not caring that she sounded about twelve years old. "NOW I know why Master Ull never allowed us to see pictures of them when we sampled their music. Their faces are way too distracting!" Giggling, Sifa leaned forward so that her arms rested on the safety boundary in front of them.

"I mean, their music is incredible!" she continued. "They were always my favorite. Is Darish the singer? Silent Supernova's only got one singer. Tenor-voice primarily but he's a HUGE range. Master Ull was always telling us to observe how many octaves he could scale up. Galen's the guitarist. But on their records he does the entire background music part. I guess that means he can play several different instruments. They write their own songs too which is brilliant!"

"I KNOW all that," snapped Robaen, irritably. "They're my brothers. I have their stuff."

"I thought you didn't listen to music?"

"I don't listen to much. But of course I listen to them."

Before Sifa could reply to that, the music began. The first few chords of the guitar solo she recognized and in eager anticipation, she leaned over even more. The music miraculously managed to be heard over the screaming of the audience and there on stage was Darish.

The energy that Sifa had seen earlier surrounding Robaen's oldest brother now practically shot out of him in bursts as he sang on stage. If the girl had thought his voice through her headphones was hypnotic, it was nothing compared to actually seeing him. With every gesture and every sung word, it was like Darish knew each and every person's thoughts in the audience. And he commanded their attention without ever showing he even wanted to. It was just his way. He was just magic.

Sifa took a few seconds out of her obvious gawking to spare Robaen a glance who had moved to stand next to her by the boundary. He stood with one hand under his chin, observing his siblings almost casually. But Sifa could see a distinct light shine from the blue eyes that mingled with the soft smile of pride and fondness that filled Robaen's face as he watched Galen and Darish perform.

After the first song, the cheering was deafening, Sifa's screaming being no doubt the loudest. But to her mild surprise, she heard Robaen next to her actually cheering loudly as well. Almost most immediately, the girl could see Galen begin the next piece when Darish spoke suddenly into the microphone.

"Hang on, hang on!" exclaimed the singer to the incredible delight of the audience. "Jeez Galen, how eager are you trying to get out of here, you're playing so fast?" demanded the dark-haired brother, jokingly to which everyone laughed including Sifa.

"Take some vitamins if you need to keep up with me, you tired old man!" shouted Galen, due to the lack of a microphone

Laughing at Galen's own retort, Darish pulled off the mirror-lapeled jacket to reveal the shirt he had on earlier. "It's bloody hot up here," he commented. And for some rea

 

Wonderful posts.

 

What'd he do????

 

Yeah, what'd he do???

 

YAY! Can't wait for more Ane.

Great post!

 

Despite looking like the type to be completely lost in a club, Robaen seemed to know his way around The Star Road. Sifa had problems keeping up with the taller student, his light-brown hair being the only visible beacon above the mass of people they weaved through.

"Hey!" she called out. "Wait for me!"

Hearing her piercing cry above the loud chatter of the crowd, Robaen turned around, quickly spotting the golden-skirted student. Moving back a few paces, he grabbed Sifa's hand. "Come on."

"Hey!" repeated Sifa, protesting this time. "Mind not dragging me along like a satchel of wheat?" she demanded.

"We'll take ages if we don't hurry up," retorted Robaen. "Now come on!"

"What's gotten into you?" demanded Sifa, awkwardly side-stepping another girl. "You've looked like a bantha stung by a bee ever since Darish finished his last song."

The other padawan ignored the comment as he concentrated his efforts on getting past the crowd. After a few more moments of shoving and weaving, Robaen finally reached the side door he had been looking for. Swiftly, he more or less pushed Sifa through and pulled the door behind him.

The black-haired girl looked around her new surroundings and saw they were back in the hallway they had been in earlier. "Force! This place is like a maze!" she exclaimed.

Not needing Robaen's guide any longer, Sifa walked swiftly forward with him following her this time. In a matter of seconds, she found Galen's door again. Sifa allowed only a few seconds after her polite knocking before barrelling in. Common sense might have told her that Galen and Darish were most likely changing their clothes so it would be polite of her to wait. Then again, she might have barreled in just because of that assumption.

"You two were amazing!" she shrieked to both Galen and Darish who were at the moment were already clothed in different outfits. "I thought just hearing your songs was incredible but oh my Force! That was amazing! It was so unbelievable! I loved it!"

The latter gave her a wide smile and rubbed at his ear. "Can you still hear out of your left ear, Galen?" he asked the younger brother.

Galen gave Darish a smile, though a bit more subdued than his usual. The dark green eyes looked over at Robaen whose face still remained cloudy. "Rob?" he questioned.

Sifa turned to look behind her and saw the healer apprentice's still gloomy expression. "He's been like that since the last song," she informed. "Maybe he'll tell YOU two what's the matter. I can't get anything out of him."

Darish leaned back, resting his hands on the top of a small table. He gave Robaen a casual smile. "I think I may know..."

"You saw him, didn't you?" demanded Robaen to Galen. "You must have. Does he do it all the time?"

"Hey, hey!" protested Darish. "Mind not talking like I'm not right here?" But his demeanor remained casual, still friendly. Unlike Robaen who was quickly spiriling into sanctimonious mode that Sifa had often seen in Master Pallia.

"Do you channel all the time?" demanded Robaen. "Because if you do, that's just stupid and irresponsible, Darish!"

"Well, as the eldest I try and set a good example," joked the dark-haired singer, sarcastically.

"It's not funny!" exclaimed the healer apprentice. "Do you have any idea what kind of psychological damage it can cause? Prolonged usage of the anterior nervous-"

"Okay, okay," interrupted Darish. "No need to bring out the big blasters and torture me with science lectures."

"Darish!"

Finally, a look that resembled as close to serious as Darish's face could really be appeared. Pushing himself, off the table, he moved over to where his youngest brother stood. "Rob, relax. I'm just messing with you."

"Well I'm not!" retorted the padawan.

Sifa for once in her life remained quiet as she watched the scene play out. From the corner of her eye, she could see Galen making himself busy storing away some random instruments, obviously making himself scarce until he was needed.

"I don't channel, Rob. I just did it the once because you we

 

Love it! And remember -- Rob and Sifa are our happy couple here!

 

Good post.

 

LOL!!!

This is such a fun story, HAL!

 

I bet I know what Roebaen was really noticing.

 

Thanks everyone! I'll try and post on this again tonight.

In the meantime....

"Then you looked into my eyes and I felt a certain sense of urgency.
Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery.
I can't take anymore.
I feel the magic all around you.
It's bringing me down to my knees.
Like a wannabe...
I gotta be chained to you..."