Master and Padawan- An OT AU

podraces? 3 in the morning? uh oh...

 

Obi-Wan better keep those boys on a short leash. Luke just might jump into one of those pods and drive away.

 

Okay now what could possibly go wrong?

 

So that's Luke's birthday present! I'm guessing they left at three in the morning because it's such a long drive to Mos Espa?

What could possibly go wrong indeed! Can't wait for more.

 

Those boys are definitely going to get into trouble!

 

I, also, have a bad feeling about this...

MORE PLEASE!

 

I'm Sorry! I'm sorry it's so late, but I have just suffered an attack by Darth Writer's Block, and have managed to emerge victorius. Anyway, hope you like it, it's rather short, sorry!

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The streets of Mos Eisley were crushed with denizens from many of the settlements of Tatooine and of the surrounding systems. Known and strange languages collided together in a deafening cacophony of sounds. The heat of the twins suns pounded down on the exposed streets as speeders of all makes whooshed past, stirring up clouds of sand and dust in their backwash. Stalls and open fronted shops lined the streets, brightly coloured awnings flapping. Droids hurried by on missions for their respective master?s. And a whole range of species and races pushed against each othr, curses and insults exchanged freely, about the only thing thst was.

Obi-Wan staggered as a rodian slammed into as it barged its way past. Struggling to keep his feet he tried simultaneously to watch out for pickpockets and his two young charges. His command to ?stay close to me and don?t wander off? had been obeyed for precisely five seconds, before a Strashi dreaded in full ceremonial garb had caught there collective eyes and they had rushed of to gawk. At least he did not have to worry that they were being rude- the Strashi would not have worn his full regalia off his homeworld unless he had intended to become the centre of attention. Unfortunately, various other worries that had beset Obi-Wan since he had climbed out of their speeder, leaving it in the hands of a Twi?leck who would make sure it was still there when they returned if he wished to see his credits. Since then, though, the two terrors had done everything but stay next to him and do what he said.

Obi-Wan scanned the crowd desperately, searching for a glimpse of the pair he had rashly proposed to Lanal he would take to the Podraces. He could sense that Luke was near, thanks to their bond, (and the number of times he had thanked the Force that it existed in the last half hour he had lost count of.) He could also catch a sense of Biggs? presence, never far from Luke?s. Determindly, Obi-Wan began to push through the crowd to the place where he sensed them- then bit back a groan as the two hyper-active minds suddenly shifted and moved swiftly in the opposite direction.
* Luke Skywalker,* he sent sternly over the bond. * Come back here this instant.* With a sinking heart Ben realised that Luke had raised his shields tightly, and of course he wouldn?t be able to hear his master yelling, and Obi-Wan was sure that he would extremely sorry for that fact when he managed to track him down.

Obi-Wan swiped at his brow, trying to wipe some of the sweat away. He was sweating, and it wasn?r even mid-day yet! He pushed through the crowds, worry lines creasing his forhead as he tried not to imagine the many differnet types of trouble his Padawan could manage to get intoi out here. He could feel a headache coming on, probably a combination of heat and stress. ?When I get my hands on him,? Obi-Wan thought grimly, ?I?m going to??
?Ben!? a high young voice called, splitting the din that had by now faded into the background somewhat, like white noise.
?Luke!? Obi-Wan started pushing through the crowd, digging his elbows into sides as he pushed through. At last he emerged into a relatively clear space, to find Luke and Biggs standing side by side in front of one of the stalls, looking up at him with angelically innocent faces, direct contrast to the harassed expression he knew was displayed on his own face. He glanced sideways at the stall owner, an old human woman whose skin was sun worn and wrinkled and who looked at him sympathetically.

Obi-Wan looked down at his two charges and took a deep breath, about to start in on them, but Luke beet him to it.
?Ben,? he asked innocently, ?Could we please buy some Kalla fruits??
?Please?? Biggs added his plea. Ben stared at them, trying to hang on to some sense of reality.
?Do you two remember,? he began tightly, ?Being asked to stay next to me, and not to

 

Behold the power of an eight year old!
ROTFLOL

 

LOL! Poor Obi-Wan. And I too have a feeling that things are going to get worse before they get better.

 

LL!!!!

 

Poor old Obi-Wan trying to keep track of two hyper-active boys! LOL!

 

Poor Obi-Wan. What goes around comes around, I guess. A terror to Qui-Gon, now he has his own terror.

 

UP!!!!!!!!

 

up!

 

LOL! That was great!

 

Can we PLEASE have more??? *hopeful grin*

 

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More soon?

 

up!

 

Please, please, please post?

 

I'm sooooooo sorry it's been so long, I'll try to get my posts back onto a regular scheldule in the near future though!

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Luke stuffed the last of the Kalla fruit into his mouth and started licking the sweet stickiness off his fingers, looking around himself as he did so. The number of minds and emothions were... overwhelming. His shields to stop others finding him had been perfected at the early age of four, but he was not so adept at shielding himself from the barrage of so many sentient creatures thoughts and desires.

He could feel his master, though, shielding him from the worst and allowing him to become acclimatised to the blitz. He looked sideways at his friend. Biggs was just finishing off his Kalla fruit as well, not having gobbled it quite as fast as Luke had, and was now also 'cleaning' his fingers.

"Luke." A firm voice intruded. Glancing up he saw Obi-Wan offering ihm a tissue to wipe his fingers with. "You too, Biggs," Ben added. Luke took the tissue, finished licking the Kalla fruit juice off his fingers, then dried his hands and wiped his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he could see BIggs doing the same.

Luke felt a long suffering sigh steal into his mind.
*That wasn't exactly what I meant, Padawan,* Obi-Wan's 'voice' said. Luke's only answer was to grin up at him. Then, as one, he and Biggs offered him their damp, sticky tissues.

Obi-Wan stared down at them in mild disgust.

"I certainly don't want those now," he said. "Why don't you find somewhere to throw them away?" The two young terrors glanced at each other, then looked back at him with identical grins on their faces.

"OK!" They chorused, and dashed off.

Mouth open, Obi-Wan stared after them in disbelief, then groaned and closed his eyes briefly.

"You would think that by now I would have learnt to think before a speak," he murmured. Opening his eyes he took off after them yelling, "Luke! Biggs!"


Pausing, Obi-Wan looked around frantically. Suddenly his eyes fell on the Pod Hanger. 'Of course,' he thought, 'where else would two Pod-Race mad boys go?' Making his way over, he stepped into the hanger's cool interior.

 

LL! Poor Obi! Great post, even if a little late... //no comment

MRE!

 

LOL! Yes, you would think Obi-Wan would have learned to think before he spoke! Now what kind of trouble could they possibly get into in the hangar...?

 

up!

 

Nice going Ben. lose the boys why don't ya.

Great post!
MORE PLEASE!!!!