Master and Padawan- An OT AU

Great minds think alike, Cate.

;-)

Great stuff so far!

 

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Luke followed Biggs through to the garage, annoyed with himself for needing to look to Obi-Wan for reassurance. He perched on the edge of a crate and looked around while Biggs fished his models out of his pack.

The garage was big, at least to Luke?s young eyes used to a tiny hut, and filled with clutter. Droids, droid parts, a lubricating bath, tools? Luke?s fingers itched to fix what was so glaringly obviously, at least to him, with one of the druids. He looked back around eagerly as Biggs settled down next to him, putting his starship models down.
?See!? He said proudly. ?I?ve got a TIE fighter and a Head Hunter and a Lambda Class shuttle here with me?? Luke looked down at them, relaxing now that things were on his favourite ground. He had been shy? and his Master had noticed it!

Luke shook his thoughts off and noticed a ship he didn?t recognise.
?What?s that one?? he asked, pointing at it.
?Which one?? Biggs looked down at it. ?Oh! That one. That?s a Pod, it?s not really a ship.?
?What is it, then?? Luke asked, interested. Biggs grinned.
?It?s a racer,? he said. ?It?s a bit like swoop racing or something, what it?s raced in. There?s an arena and they have huge races at Mos Espa, especially on Boonta Eve. They go so fast! The track comes down near here, through Beggars Canyon.?
?Have you ever seen a race?? Luke asked excitedly. Biggs shook his head, disappointed.
?No. My mom doesn?t like them, and my dad?s always too busy to take me.?
?Well, can?t you watch when they come through Beggars canyon?? Biggs shook his head again.
?No. Tusken Raiders camp out on the trail a lot, and shoot at the Pods as they come by.
?Oh.?
?But they transmit the Boonta Eve race at least over the holos. They go really fast around the turns. Humans can?t do it, though.?
?Why not?? Luke demanded indignantly. Biggs grinned at him.
?There?s nothing xenophobic about it, Luke,? he said. ?Humans just don?t have fast enough reflexes.? I bet Jedi reflexes could handle it, Luke thought, experiencing a thrill at the idea.

?Anyway,? Biggs said, changing the subject. ?Where do you live? I?ve never seen you before.? Luke pulled his mind away from dreams of Podracing to answer.
?We live out by the Dune Sea,? he told him, pointing vaguely in the direction of the hut.
?The Dune Sea?? Biggs asked, puzzled. ?But no-one lives out there except Old Ben.?
?I know,? Luke said calmly, examining the turbines on the model Podracer. ?I live with him.?
?Old Ben?? Biggs gaped at him. ?But, he?s crazy!? Luke whirled on him, suddenly furious.
?He is not crazy!? He snarled, forgetting, for the moment, that he was still mad at his Master for not letting him pilot the speeder over. He glared at Biggs who was now looking a bit nervous.
*Padawan* Obi-Wan?s thought suddenly rang in his head, along with concern and a demand to know what had happened.
*He called you crazy!* Luke sent back, still glaring at Biggs. Obi-Wan?s next thought was like a sigh through his mind.
*Padawan, everyone thinks that I am crazy; it?s part of what keeps us safe.* The ?tone? changed to one of amusement. *Besides, you?ve called me crazy any number of times*
*That?s different* Luke thought sulkily.
*Oh?* Ben thought and there was definatly amusement coming through the bond now, though the concern was still there. *So you mean, the Padawan can insult the Master, but anyone else who does so must die a horrible death?*
*Exactly!* Luke sent back promptly, some of his anger beginning to drain away. Obi-Wan?s mental laughter was a warm tingle in the back of his mind. Suddenly, however, the sense of his master became more serious.
*While I am grateful to you for defending my honour, Padawan,* he thought trying to keep the conversation fairly light. *I sensed that you felt great anger at Biggs* The concern in his Master?s sense had grown stronger, and Luke immediately felt ashamed, and then guilty. ?Peace over Anger? he told himself sharply.
*I?m sorry, Master,* he sent humbly.
*It?s OK, Padawan,* Obi-Wan thought, soothingly. *Just try to keep contro

 

tHIS IS SO GREAT

 

I love seeing the interaction between Luke and Biggs. That was a great start to their friendship. I also liked the conversation between Luke and Obi-Wan, and how Obi-Wan was concerned over Luke's anger.

 

Her name is Lanal Darklighter. She is Biggs's mom, and Huff Darklighter's second wife.

At least, that's how the story goes, I think. Could be wrong, though.

Can't wait for the next post!

 

Thanks for the replies, and thanks for the assistance on the matter of Biggs' mom's name.

OK, here's the post.

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Lanal Darklighter pulled her speeder up in front of the Lars? farm. She noted that there was another speeder parked outside, rather more battered then her own. The Darklighter Business was still growing, but not fast enough to suit Huff, or to prevent him from saving credits where he could, like imposing on Beru Lars? kindness, and asking her to teach Biggs.

Lanal smiled slightly, stepping out of the speeder and making her way into the garage. Although Biggs wasn?t her own son, she did love him and- the sound of two young voices, raised not so much in anger but more bantering, stood toe-to-toe, yelling.
?You had to go and pull on that socket, didn?t you?? A young boy, just recognisable as fair-haired, was yelling.
?It wasn?t my fault!? Biggs, his face just recognisable under a covering of oil, defended himself. ?I told you I was no good with Droids!?
?Yeah? Well, I don?t know about your mother, but Ben will-? He stopped suddenly turning to face her though she was sure she had made no noise. Biggs turned with him, glancing around, confused- until his eyes fell on his mother.

Guiltiness and panic, then an angelic expression she was sure young boys must practice in the mirror, crossed both their faces.
?Mum!? Biggs said, nervously. ?We were just, umm?? He glanced at his new friend for help, but he just looked at him with sympathy but helplessly? until horror crossed his face and he turned to look at the entrance of the garage through to the rest of the house. A man burst through, then stopped short, staring at the two boys.
?Hi, Ben.? The fair-haired boy offered weakly. He glanced between himself and Biggs, obviously looking for something to lessen whatever fate was about to fall on their heads. ?We, umm? We fixed the droids?? ?Ben? closed his eyes briefly, then sent her a look, which she returned, the look of one besieged parent to another. Beru came through the door then. She stopped and just looked at the boys, who were beginning to squirm under the three-way scrutiny.
?Look at the pair of you!? Beru exclaimed. ?Come on, let?s get you cleaned up. Don?t touch any of the walls or furniture.? With looks of relief at their temporary reprieve the two followed her, leaving Lanal and Ben alone.

Lanal shook her head as she stared after them.
?I?ve never known Biggs to get so filthy.? She said, dazedly.
?I think Luke has a talent for it,? Ben offered. She turned to face him and looked at him, puzzled.
?I don?t think I?ve seen you before,? she said, slowly.
?Probably not,? Ben agreed, smiling easily. ?Though you?ve probably heard of me.?
?How so?? He looked at her a bit sheepishly.
?I?m ?Crazy Old Ben?? Lanal stepped back slightly, eyeing him narrowly. She wasn?t one to judge people on what other people said normally, but still?
?I assure you, Lanal.? He said quietly, his smile gone. ?But I am quite sane.?
?Forgive me,? she said, still watching him. ?But I fined it hard to believe that some one who would willingly become a hermit out here is in full possession of his senses.? Her eyes widened as understanding dawned. ?Especially one that would drag a young boy into it!? She glared at him indignantly, daring him to deny it. Ben?s face had hardened during her tirade, but now, as she watched, it drained away.
?Perhaps I am not in ?full possession of my senses,?? he admitted. But few are, who are veterans of the Clone Wars.?
?What?? she asked, some of her anger draining away.
?I was a pilot.? He told her. I was in a lot of battles, a lost,? he paused and swallowed then continued. ?I lost a lot of friends. One was as dear to me as my own brother. Luke is his son. He has no living family, and as a last gift to my friend I promised to raise and care for him. But after all the carnage and destruction? I just wanted peace.?
?I?m sorry,? Lanal whispered, ashamed.
?It?s alright,? he told her, smiling painfully.
?I?m going to see how Beru?s getting along with Biggs.? She told him. She

 

This is wonderful! I was laughing in a few parts and worried in others. All the characters seem so real and act naturally. I'm looking forward to more. I want to know about that little voice that's talking to Obi-Wan. Those lies are going to keep growing and Obi will have big disaster on his hands.

 

<Her name is Lanal Darklighter. She is Biggs's mom, and Huff Darklighter's second wife. >

I thought Lanal wan't biggs' mom. Didn't Huff marry her after Biggs died and Huff wanted more kids?

 

I love watching the banter between Luke and Biggs. When they were discussing podraces, it made me wonder if you were going to have Biggs reveal who "the only human to win a podrace" was - I think it's more realistic that you didn't. Great job, Cate!

 

sorry but I think Liz is right about Lanal

anyway, nice story =) I really like this quote : 'what does Luke know already, and what does he need to learn?' it's kinda, well, it could have a very interesting meaning =)

 

Oh, I'm so psyched to have found another OT fanfic!! This is really fun to see Luke as a kid, and you're doing such a great job with it. I can't wait to see where you take this!

 

Hey Cool! I just found this OT fic, and I LOVE it!!! I love Ben and Luke's relationship, it's cool!

Poor Ben though. I feel so sad for him. *sniff*

MORE PLEASE!!!!!!

 

Great post! Interesting dilemma Obi-Wan has; needing to protect Luke, yet not wanting to lie. Can't wait to read more. Keep up the good work!

 

UP!

 

Ok, I'm sorry, Liz, Twinnie, for the direpencies, but I'm going to stick with the name 'Lanal' now.

Here's the next post, there might be another one later today, not promising anything though!

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Owen Lars piloted his speeder deftly and with the ease of long practice into its accustomed place in front of the farmstead. He switched off the ignition and climbed out, glancing at the speeder parked next to it as he did so. Probably it belonged to one of the parents of the children Beru was always tutoring.

Owen's gaze swept the front of the farm, coming to rest on a small, sopping wet boy though the water had begun to evaporate, sitting just out of the worst heat of the sun. Owen grunted, the moisture farmer in him rebelling at the idea of wasting even a minimal amount of water. The boy glanced up then, and Owen froze as a cold chill swept over him as icy blue eyes met his own. For a moment, the years fell away and he was seeing another boy with blue eyes and fair-hair as Obi-Wan introduced him.
"Owen, Beru, this is my Padawan, Anakin Skywalker.?

Owen blinked as time reasserted itself, and then glared at the boy who looked away, more than a little spooked by his vision. Just then he heard voices from inside the house, dazedly he wondered if the vision was still continuing... Then a man stepped out of the house, and for a moment Owen wished it were still just a vision.
"Obi-Wan," his voice was cold, non-committal. The Jedi looked around, startled, and Owen felt a flash of petty satisfaction that he could still surprise the great Jedi Master.
"Owen," his voice matched his half-brothers, though it was not so cold. The boy, no longer dripping so much, glanced uncertainly at Owen, then moved up to Obi-Wan's side. Luke pressed into his master's robes, unsure why this man was affecting him so much, he just knew that he radiated hostility, directed against his master.

The boy was glaring at him, Owen noted... suddenly a flash of realisation hit him and he glanced up at Obi-Wan.
"This you're Padawan, then?" He asked. "I'm surprised you took another, after what happened to the last one." The flash of pain across Obi-Wan's face made Owen felt slightly ashamed of his remark. It had been a low blow, he admitted, even though he felt that Obi-Wan deserved all that, and more.
"It has been a pleasure talking to you, Owen, as always." Obi-Wan's voice had settled into 'Jedi Diplomat' tone, not allowing any hint of feelings to come through. The Padawan was glancing back and forth between them, obviously confused.

Footsteps on the stone floor broke the staring match between them as Beru hurried out, obviously having sensed the rising tension level. She glanced quickly Owen?s way, then smiled determinedly at Obi-Wan.
?It was good to see you, Ben,? she said. Owen snorted at the comment, which she ignored. ?So, we?ll be seeing you most days, then? And Luke can help Biggs out with the droids in exchange for lessons.?
?What?? Owen broke in, looking back and forth between them, ?What?s this??
?Beru has kindly agreed to tutor Luke,? Obi-Wan broke in, voice still Jedi calm. ?And now I believe we have imposed on you far too long,? He bowed slightly to Beru the boy, Luke, was it? Copying his movement and steered them both in the direction of the speeder.
?Wait!? Owen called out, a premonition hitting him suddenly. ?You, boy, what?s your name?? Luke glanced back uncertainly from climbing into the speeder, surprised at the question. ?Luke Skywalker,? he replied. Owen?s mouth dropped open.
?Sky-skywalker!? he stuttered, staring alternately at his half-brother and the young boy who was looking at him, puzzled.
?We?re leaving.? Ben said firmly, and the speeder shot forward before Owen could find his voice again. He turned slowly to look at his wife. Beru looked at him, warily. Owen?s mouth opened and shut a couple of times before he could speak.
?You-you agreed to 'tutor' him! You know what he 'is?'?
?He is a innocent little boy,? Beru said firmly, ?In desperate need of a mothers love. And if you, Owen Lars, suggest

 

Cate, that was brilliant! A perfect post! I really think that may be your best one yet. Even though it was the usual "Vader spawn" reaction from Owen, it was truly heartbreaking to see such a young Luke who could literally *feel* Owen's hatred and be so deeply affected. Speaking of which, I feel another 'Poor Luke' moment coming on... :-(

 

This is a wonderful story, Cate. Just one Q: have you ever read /Prophecies and Destinies--An Alternative/ by Knight Obi Wan? Kind of taste alike . . .

 

Yes, I have, Skysaber, and I was dissapointed when Darth Vader manged to take Luke. Believe, me I love Luke/Vader fics as much as anyone here, but I am also a huge fan of Obi-Wan/Luke, and in my opinion we don't see enough of that relationship.

 

Wow. Great emotional scene. I'd hate to be able to actually feel hatred like that, especially not knowing why.
Hope you have another chance to post.

 

Excellent post! It tears my heart to see Luke take such an emotional hit. //sniff, sniff//. Very tragic, but very appropriate given the circumstances of his life.

 

oh, that was really sad and really cruel by Owne.

 

The first two paragraphs are weird, I got a bit carried away.

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The wind of his passing whipped his hair back, tugged at his clothes. The adrenaline raced through his system, urging him on to even grater heights. The roar of the turbines pounded at his ears, sensitised to the slightest change in the engines pitch. The walls of Beggars Canyon whipped past, excitement shot through his veins as bullets of Tusken Raiders 'pinged' off his pod. He narrowed his eyes behind the protective goggles and jammed the controls forwards, his pod leapt, shooting past one of the stragglers. He twisted, turning the pod this way and that, avoiding rocky outcroppings, tightly focused on the task at hand. As he turned his pod sideways, the force of the acceleration pressing him into his seat, he wanted to scream for the pure joy of being in his element. Of flying. Breath caught in his throat and he forced himself to breath as the lead pod came into view. The cheating scumbag that was the pilot was a mere speck. His eyes narrowed, his thoughts focusing down to a point - 'Not "this" time'

Then abruptly the scene changed.

A battle raged. Three figures turned and twisted in a deadly dance to the music of clashing lightasbers. One fell, turning in the air to land gracefully on a lower walkway to that one where the other two fought. A leap no human could manage, then a flash of light and red-lit walls slide into place, separating the opponents, the partners. A moment, silent, when it seems that time has frozen still, and everything that is, ever was, and ever will be holds it's breath. A snap-hiss of noise and time restarts with an explosion of action as one lunges upwards and blades meet with a clash and the dance resumes, even as one player in this drama is caught as a helpless spectator. Blades meet and part, and it seems now less a dance, except maybe a dance of power as of old, to strike down enemies and to plea for aid. One moment, one simple second so that a blink of an eye might miss it but all the cosmos zooms in on- the warrior falls and a cry of grief splits the air. The second warrior, released moments too late rushes upon the third- and now the dance is one of vengeance, and its powering force is grief. Lightsabers clash, the dark warrior pressed back, the other holds him down, sneer of victory upon his face- an invisible force pushes him backwards, and he his falling, hands reaching out desperately, pointlessly... to grab a protruding piece of metal, and with a jar as that jolt shakes his body, the universe swings back into place for him. Even as the lightsaber tumbles end over end down the pit, sent by the dark warrior. A premonition of one of the many futures this moment may dictate. He cranes his neck back, to stare upwards into the face of the enemy. The face of a demon looks back, face patterned red and black, horns protruding from the skull. Mouth curled upwards in a sneer as hate-filled yellow eyes stare back and the blood-red lightsaber swings down and-

Luke Skywalker bolted upright, shaking. He struggled out of the twisted bed sheets; sweat all ready chilling him in the Tatooine night air. Trembling still, he pressed his hands against his forehead as if to force the memories of the nightmare from his brain. Abruptly he turned and almost ran in the direction of his master's bedroom.

Luke hesitated when he reached the door. He didn't want his master to think he was a baby, coming and waking him up because of a nightmare. His internal dilemma was solved as the hump under the bed-clothes moved and a sleepy voice asked,
"Padawan?" Luke didn't hesitate any more, hurrying to the bed and burrowing under the covers. Obi-Wan looked down at his Padawan, a bit bemused, trying to clear the fogs of sleep from his brain. Voice gentle, he asked "You had a nightmare?" Luke nodded his head. "Do you want to talk about it?" He hesitated, then nodded, slowly. "OK, then. What happened?"
"I was flying," he began, his voice hesitant. "It was wonderful, I was winning! But then, it was different, and, and there were three p

 

Two great action sequences, Cate, and then another one of those "Awww" moments... How *do* you do it?

I can't wait to see what Luke does once he gets around some real pods. You just *know* he'll find some way to get into trouble!

 

awww...that was so sweet. as for his friends, Fixer isn't that nice to him, Camie likes Fixer. Try listening to the radio dramas (which can be gotten off of napster) from ANH.

 

Wow! I really liked the way you wrote the action sequences.

Interesting that Luke is having visions of Darth Maul, or is it just to help him better understand Obi-Wan?