Everything That Can Go Wrong II- Adventure on Andarria (Obi (ego) torture)-COMPLETE11/24

As supplier to the "Finish Fianna" Squad, I'm with you all the way, astro.

We got enough weapons to spare.

Let's see if she redeems herself. If not...

Well, we'll just double our fun, yes?

 

Obi-Wan! ::smacks hand to forehead:: What are you doing?! As much as I love you, I will not hesitiate to smack you!

It's so frustrating watching him being subjected to this and just...taking it! I'm very close to using some of these weapons!

Felicia Z.

 

I'm still reading I swear!!!

I flat out am in love with this story.



I've just been taking a break from posting lately.

 

Oh no! I scared her away! Man I always do something like this. No more Candy for me! ::eyes almond joy:: Oh i can't resit!

 

Will do the personal replies later. This post isn't the funniest but hey, after having flu for several days I finally felt well enough to write! Sorta.




Sighing, the Padawan bent down and began to survey the damage. It was indeed quite a disaster zone. He sneaked a glance at Payge, who had wandered off innocently and begun to play in a corner of the den. She was a walking calamity, that much was for certain. Calamity Payge? Obi-Wan almost smiled. Fianna was still standing around sulking, carrying her dog in her arms.

"Well, are you cleaning?"

"Yes."

"Good. So get to work. You volunteered for this job." She smiled wickedly. "Not your brightest move, was it, Jedi?"

"It's nothing I can't handle," the boy insisted, struggling to avoid wincing as a stray piece of glass sraped against his hand. I shouldn't have said that.

At that moment the suite door buzzed open. A supple figure entered the room, head down in a humble pose. It took only a moment for Obi-Wan to recognize Rhea, the unfortunate servant to Fianna whom he had spoken to earlier. She carried in her arms a basket of something that gave off a delicious smell and reminding the young Jedi that he had not had any proper food to eat in much too long a time.

"Your Highness," she greeted Fianna with the proper degree of humility. The princess did not even acknowledge her and instead turned from the room. For the first time Rhea smiled as she sat down next to Obi-Wan.

"I had a feeling I might find you in this kind of situation," she said. He smiled at her.

"However did you guess?"

The servant looked around before answering quietly.

"It's that lousy excuse for a princess. Although something about you told me you could probably get into a fair bit of trouble yourself."

"Your insight serves you well. Do you mind giving me a hand here?"

"Not at all. Forgive me, but you don't seem completely capable of handling this little mess on your own."

"Not quite, unfortunately."

"Don't worry, I'll do it for you. I still owe you big time. And, while I clean this up, you can stop and have a bite to it."

She handed him the basket of breads.

"Thank you," he said earnestly. It was the first thing that had gone right this entire mission.




Happy Belated Halloween Everyone! I got to spend a delightful Halloween in bed trying not to throw up with a new record high of Trick or Treaters... Zero! Hurrah! Thank goodness I celebrated on Sunday instead!

 

Up with you! I want feedback! I worked hard on this post when I should have been sleeping!

 

Okay, how long has it been since I replied in here? I know, I know. But your story hasn't changed any. It's still good - and hilarious. Okay, so now Obi has not only become a baby-sitter, but also the personal-servant-who-cleans-her-messes of Her Highness. I hope something awful (in ego-torture sense) happens to her, and I hope all that awfulness originated from Obi.

Aunecah

 

Well, finally something goes right for Obi! He gets some food and a little help!

Poor guy. I still want to off Devil Cabbana girl though.

 

I MISSED A POST!!!

Hey something went right for our boy for once!

Uh oh...what have you got planned for him that you are suddenly being nice?? [face_paraniod]

Hope you get better soon OBI!!!

 

UP!

 

I have justed retruned from taking the SATs (I'm gonna have nightmares about intergers now!) and let me tell this really helped lower my stress.

I'm sorry your sick but you did ask for it and I have documented proof. Well since Obi-Wan finally got a break (sort of) I'll calm down now and besides I have run out of candy! Gods people were cheap this year!

 

I knew I liked that Rhea!!

Go Rhea!!

Though I have to admit, I'm wondering what you've got in store for Obi next...

Can't wait to find out!

(But I will until you get better...take care, ok?)

 

Aunecah: Thanks. And it's been a while since you replied to this thread but even longer since you did so to Torn. I expect a signed doctor's note explaining your absence, and if you persist in missing posts I will take off marks. JK!
JS: Yeah I like Rhea. Her help proves to be most valuable.
Saber: We'll see. *cackles evilly* I got big plans for little Obi. And thankies for the Up.
Astro: Thanks. Writing humor actually helped me feel better. And I like Rhea a lot too.
Felicia: Ha! Glad this helped relieve SAT stress. And that sucks that you didn't get enough candy. I didn't even go out. And- for curiosity- how did I ask to be sick?







"It's no problem," she answered. "Just be careful." Another suspicious glance around. "You're gonna need it."

Obi-Wan's face twisted into a grin, despite the morsel of bread he was chewing.

"I've noticed. Is there anything I can do?"

"Don't worry." Rhea did not even take her eyes off her cleaning as she expertly swept the glass shards away into a small bucket. "Payge has done this often enough. I started working here when she was born. Believe me I've seen what the kid can do. I've dealt with enough of her creations. I can handle this."

"Good luck."

The words were barely out of his mouth before Payge stomped over. Rhea and Obi-Wan exchanged a concerned look.

"Why is there no one to play with me? All you two are doing is talking. I'm bored."

"What's the matter, Highness? Your sister ban you from her presence?"

The little girl nodded, pouting.

Small wonder, Obi-Wan thought surveying the disaster. His thoughts were interrupted as Payge reached up and began to twist his braid rather painfully.

"Please stop that, Payge," he said. The child didn't stop- only giggled, and pulled harder.

"Ow- Payge-"

"Payge, stop that. That isn't nice."

Rhea's quiet command worked on the child. Obi-Wan shot her a look of gratitude.

"What am I going to do?" Payge resumed whining and pacing around.

"If you let me finish this one task I'm trying to do, I'll let you follow me around later and I'll tell you stories the whole time, I promise. In the meantime I have a pack of buttersweets for you."

The Padawan touched her hand in what was meant to be a gesture of restraint, but his companion didn't notice. Not more sweets. The last thing this brat needs is worse sugar rush.

"Ok. Deal."

Rhea handed Payge the package of candy and watched as she trotted off, munching.

"Kids. You gotta love 'em. When they get annoying, all you do is distract 'em with something shinier or bigger or tastier."

"You should not have done that." Obi-Wan's voice was very worried indeed.

"Why not?"

"Because I already let her buy a whole huge pack of Coruscant Bars this morning."

A horrified expression came over Rhea's rosy face.

"What? Did no one tell you that Coruscant Bars are the last thing you should let that girl have?"

The young Jedi could have kicked himself.

"No. I was only with her.. And Fianna..."

"So naturally you had no way of knowing that she gets nightmarishly hyper whenever she eats them." The servant girl's expresssion was now beyond horror. "Oh, gods help us!"

But it was too late. From Payge's room they could already hear the sound of rushing footsteps and resounding shouts:

"Whhheeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!"

 

Hmmm...that's what I say whenever I have too much caffine...

 

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....

Anyone else think Payge just used up her chance at redemption?

Well, I think so, and if anyone else agrees with me....

*draws and ignites lightsaber*

I think I'm ready!

 

Oh great, hyper Payge.

Woo-hoo.

Okay, it's time to do something to those royal girls.

*gets flame thrower*

We can melt her into sugary goo with this!

 

Saber: I'm the same way... Lol.... But I don't need to have Obi babysit me. Unfortunately.
Astro: Watch what I've got coming later on.
JS: Hmm I guess I know I'm doing something right when my characters get sugary goo-ified......




Nobody else reading?




"Oh, no." Obi-Wan had never felt like such a fool. This was his fault, well, partly.

"Don't worry about it," Rhea said, rising and running with him to Payge's bedroom. "It's her fault, not yours. You had no way of knowing."

"True, but still, we're in for it. Is there any way to calm herr down?"

"Not without a tranquiliser shot."

The two teenagers smiled grimly. Obi-Wan banged on the young Princess' door.

"Payge," he ordered, "open up. Immediately."

"It's already open!"

"That's a surprise," Rhea remarked dryly. "Usually she keeps it locked when she gets like this."

They opened the door only to find the child bouncing up and down on her bed. Her shoes were muddied from splashing in seemingly every puddle on the planet, and left a trail of filth across her satin bedsheets. When Rhea the young servant saw this, she looked crestfallen.

"Payge, come here, please."

The young Princess stopped her bouncing momentarily.

"Payge, I said come here."

"Will you give me more candy if I do?"

"No!" Obi-Wan and Rhea exclaimed together. Setting her jaw stubbornly, Payge continued jumping up and down.

"Payge," the Jedi Apprentice warned sternly, "stop that now. You're going to get hurt."

"No I won't. I do this all- the- time- and I never get hurt."

"Actually, dolly, you have." Rhea tried to make her voice warm and friendly even though she was quickly getting exasperated. "Don't you remember? Last year you fell and broke your arm right on your birthday. That wasn't fun, was it? You don't want that to happen again, do you?"

Payge shrugged and refused to stop.

Not knowing what else to do, Obi-Wan took a step closer to her bed.

"Please stop it, Payge, you're making me dizzy."

Nothing seemed to do any good.

"Payge-" The servant's tone rose, although not exactly threateningly. The little Princess only intensified her bouncing. She took one great leap and tried to do a flip in mid air, only resulting in her taking a tumble off the bed. She yelped as she fell. Luckily, Obi-Wan was standing near enough, and caught her. She landed heavily against his arms. Quickly he set her down on the floor.

Giggling stupidly, Payge threw her arms around him.

"Thanks," she whispered, and tugged his braid again. Then, before anyone could fathom what she was about to do, she scampered out of the room.

"Wait a-" Obi-Wan sighed in frustration. It was only the first day of this mission, and he was already close to insanity.

"You okay there? She broke a pretty rough fall right on your chest."

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Good. And if I were you, I'd probably get rid of that braid."

The Padawan fingered the slender piece of hair protectively.

"Can't do that. It's a symbol of my status as a Jedi Apprentice. Only my Master can cut it, when I'm knighted. Besides which, I don't have to deal with small children often. Thank the Force."

"Oh. See, I'm the oldest of eight in my family, and I can guarantee you that none of my siblings ever act like that. We may be poor, but we have some decency." She paused. "I guess one of us should go round up the little demon, eh?"

"I suppose you're right."

"I'll do it. I know all of her regular haunts. I should be back in a flash."

"Thanks."

 

We may be poor, but we have some decency." She paused. "I guess one of us should go round up the little demon, eh?"

I'm loving Rhea right now.

Little demon...how true.

Well, Payge deserves to be toasted sugary goo. Of course, Fianna...

Well, the Squad is still debating ideas as to how to axe her completely.

 

I'm loving Rhea, too!

You go, girl!

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, what to do with Fianna and Payge.......

I would tend to agree with J-S, sugary goo works.....

 

I swear that I reviewed that last part! Man someone is messing with me!

Anyway good couple of parts i'd say more but I'm dead tired. Good night all!

Felicia Z.

 

Unfortunately

:: Yea...

Ah jeeze...hyper out of control kid who has had waaaaaaaaay too much sugar...

::shudders at several vivid memories of nightmarish baby sitting charges::

 

JS: I like her too. *grin* A lot.
Astro: Ha! I agree. SO good to have a nice character, eh? And sugary goo... Well I leave it to you guys.
Felicia: Thanks and go get some rest.
Saber: Ikes! Scary thought. Poor you!




With that she turned and hurried out of the door. Obi-Wan was left alone once again, to hope that he'd somehow survive the course of the next few minutes. Alone. With Fianna. A Fianna who was still unhappy about losing her prized junk collection. At least Rhea had done a good job of cleaning up the mess, far better than he himself could have done. He could hardly even make sure that the floor of his room back at the Temple was visible, despite the fact that he barely had any possessions.

He grinned, thinking of all the times Qui-Gon had virtually locked him in his room until it was clean. It was strange that all that experience had not helped prepare him much for this sort of situation. Not that anything could possibly have prepared him for this mission. He was still rather dizzy from Payge's fit of jumping on the bed, and did not look forward to her return. I guess that wasn't very Jedi-like, he thought, smiling.

"Having fun yet, Jedi?"

Fianna's voice broke the stillness of the room. I don't get one moment's peace, do I? I wonder, does the Force hate me or something? Because some power or other must love to torment me. It never ceases.

"How may I be of service, your Highness? Do you feel threatened?"

Gods forbid she stay away for another few minutes, or the rest of this mission. Nope, that'd be too easy. We mustn't allow Obi-Wan Kenobi to actually get a break, can we? Na-uh. Not happening.

"No, just bored. Come entertain me. Or has my delightful little brat sister worn you out?" The Princess' painted lips twisted sadistically. "A Jedi all worn out by a little brat?"

"I'm fine, thank you," he bit out. "What do you want?"

"I told you. Entertainment, and I'm going to see to it that you're the one to provide it."

A contrary mood came over him just then, even though he knew it was stupid.

"What if I don't agree to this sick game?"

"I've got Precious."

At a growl from Brutus, he knew he had lost.

"Very well, your Highness. I... understand."

Why am I letting her win? he wondered, before realizing that the dog had already bared his sharp, pointed teeth. Oh.

 

Here is my impression of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It's like my life is being controlled by some awful, awful writer person.

Yet another Jthm quote subsituting cartoon for writer. I just thought it was funny considering the way most of the fanfic people treat him.

 

Oh.

Yeah, the hound from hell tends to make you rethink your purpose.

And Hell's Cabanna girl--er, Fianna, makes you wonder why people have kids in the first place.

Sugary goo is almost too good for these princesses. How about we just tie them up and sick some of Brutus's buddies on them?

Good way to go.

 

Better yet, J_S....

Let's get a couple of Brutus's buddies who haven't been fed in...oh, I don't know...maybe about a week?

Then I think they're ready to meet our precious princesses....

Great post, obi-wannabe!