Mini Nano, Day 6 snippets
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morgynleriSabé, on Coruscant:
None of us will be safe, and those who spoke against the Emperor the least of all. I cannot ask any of you to do anything more than you are willing, nor more than I will myself risk.
There had been no question, no hesitation in any of them, taking the new instruction to heart. None to keep at the side of their Queen - no matter she no longer sits upon the throne, nor has for some years, ever will Padmé Amidala be their queen. Their heart and their commander, for all that she will never call herself such.
Sidious is having a very bad day:
Another rumble draws his gaze back to the Temple itself, a snarl of thwarted intent escaping him as spires gracefully implode, dust spreading out from ancient stone and newer duracrete from the sides of the ziggurat as well. Implosion to seal a tomb for those who had remained, lights spreading like stars gone nova as they steal his victory and revenge from him.
One apprentice vanished, another turned against him, and a third stolen before he could more than begin his careful corruption. Now his plans for the Jedi turned into dust and ash, as above him, he can sense, despite his planning, that not all of the ships will be stopped. Indeed, one he would want destroyed most is already punching past the cruisers and making for where they might slide into hyperspace and away from his grasp.
How had this been hidden from his view, kept from making a ripple in the Force until he could not prevent it?
Padmé and Dooku on Serenno:
"You look like you’re about to fall over, Commander."
The title used makes her flinch, and she tightens her grip on the stone under her hands to keep herself upright. It isn’t what she wants to be remembered as, to be known as, but it seems to eclipse her time as Queen of Naboo or as Senetor for the Chommell sector before the galaxy had become a hell that she barely recognizes any longer.
A quiet laugh escapes her at the thought. Not the galaxy, just the Republic she had loudly spoken for. The shining jewel of civilization turned to dross and slag, while those who she’d always blamed for war hold onto more of the democratic ideals she loves more than her life.
"I am fine, Count Dooku." She doesn’t turn to look at her host, preferring the blurred green view of the gardens. "I am assured that I will heal completely, given time."
Maul and Obi-Wan, location unknown, have been having a very annoying decade and a half, and would like not to have to deal with each other much longer, thank you Force:
Red meets blue in a brief clash and hiss, before they each step back, sabers going dark once more. Circling again, another strike and response, lightning flickers of color casting aside masks, and casting faces in stark contrasts.
When Maul leaves his saber-staff humming after a strike, Obi-Wan matches him, and moves into the next steps of the dance, Force sliding along his skin and through him. With each circuit of the ring, they push themselves a little faster, weaving a net of brilliant blue and red, each aware of the danger if they slip and courting that danger. Certainly when this - whatever this is - ceases to drive them, they will do their best to destroy each other.
It ends with his saber at Maul’s throat, and the deactivated blade of Maul’s saber-staff resting just below his ribs, mutual destruction assured if they continued to move.
None of us will be safe, and those who spoke against the Emperor the least of all. I cannot ask any of you to do anything more than you are willing, nor more than I will myself risk.
There had been no question, no hesitation in any of them, taking the new instruction to heart. None to keep at the side of their Queen - no matter she no longer sits upon the throne, nor has for some years, ever will Padmé Amidala be their queen. Their heart and their commander, for all that she will never call herself such.
Sidious is having a very bad day:
Another rumble draws his gaze back to the Temple itself, a snarl of thwarted intent escaping him as spires gracefully implode, dust spreading out from ancient stone and newer duracrete from the sides of the ziggurat as well. Implosion to seal a tomb for those who had remained, lights spreading like stars gone nova as they steal his victory and revenge from him.
One apprentice vanished, another turned against him, and a third stolen before he could more than begin his careful corruption. Now his plans for the Jedi turned into dust and ash, as above him, he can sense, despite his planning, that not all of the ships will be stopped. Indeed, one he would want destroyed most is already punching past the cruisers and making for where they might slide into hyperspace and away from his grasp.
How had this been hidden from his view, kept from making a ripple in the Force until he could not prevent it?
Padmé and Dooku on Serenno:
"You look like you’re about to fall over, Commander."
The title used makes her flinch, and she tightens her grip on the stone under her hands to keep herself upright. It isn’t what she wants to be remembered as, to be known as, but it seems to eclipse her time as Queen of Naboo or as Senetor for the Chommell sector before the galaxy had become a hell that she barely recognizes any longer.
A quiet laugh escapes her at the thought. Not the galaxy, just the Republic she had loudly spoken for. The shining jewel of civilization turned to dross and slag, while those who she’d always blamed for war hold onto more of the democratic ideals she loves more than her life.
"I am fine, Count Dooku." She doesn’t turn to look at her host, preferring the blurred green view of the gardens. "I am assured that I will heal completely, given time."
Maul and Obi-Wan, location unknown, have been having a very annoying decade and a half, and would like not to have to deal with each other much longer, thank you Force:
Red meets blue in a brief clash and hiss, before they each step back, sabers going dark once more. Circling again, another strike and response, lightning flickers of color casting aside masks, and casting faces in stark contrasts.
When Maul leaves his saber-staff humming after a strike, Obi-Wan matches him, and moves into the next steps of the dance, Force sliding along his skin and through him. With each circuit of the ring, they push themselves a little faster, weaving a net of brilliant blue and red, each aware of the danger if they slip and courting that danger. Certainly when this - whatever this is - ceases to drive them, they will do their best to destroy each other.
It ends with his saber at Maul’s throat, and the deactivated blade of Maul’s saber-staff resting just below his ribs, mutual destruction assured if they continued to move.
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Date: 2014-11-07 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-07 08:50 pm (UTC)Them, and several other sectors, and Padmé gets news of this just as Palpatine declares Empire, and then she and the handmaidens left (she's down to ten at that point) scatter, mostly getting back to Separatist space (Sabé being one exception, and thought dead for a while). I think the Chommel Sector going over to the Separatists is part of what pushes Palpatine to the declaration of Empire, because if he waits too much longer, he's going to start loosing political support, and he needs to consolidate his power now.
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Date: 2014-11-08 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-08 06:40 am (UTC)Yes, I shall have to allow him good days, and even possibly some good months, but mostly not so much. Or Yoda will threaten to smack me with his gimmer stick. *watches her Yoda muse warily*
That is going to be fun. And I'm going to end up writing this AU backward. Which ought to be fun. Because there's all the bits leading up to the Clone Wars, and how TPM is AU, and what the heck is going on with Maul and Obi-Wan (other than my Maul muse providing me with insights into the breadth and depth of his grasp of expletives).
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Date: 2014-11-08 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-08 06:56 am (UTC)Six. SIX AUs. Plus one that's notes, and if my muses keep going as they're going, probably will end up with actual snippets of story. Plus all the other fandoms where I have at least vaguely active stories/series/AUs.
(And this is why my bio says welcome to the lounge inside my head. *grins*)