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Obi-Wan would like not to get shot, but it's not his day (also, Maul said he'd do nothing... except he sorta did do something, just not a whole lot):

At the other end of the table is the young man who had offered to arrange the meeting, and though Maul still finds working with Omega disconcerting, he has his uses. No one looks twice at him, despite his good looks, and many forget they've even met him.

"I didn't think you worked with the Jedi, my Lord." Omega only briefly glances at Maul, and Maul smiles at him, sharp and amused. "Unless you have some other reason to bring that sort of danger in here."

Show Omega who he's glaring at, apprentice.

Maul watches Omega's face as he listens to the shift of fabric behind him. The rage and hate that flashes across the boy's face is entertaining, though the blaster raised and aimed at Kenobi may be less so. "He is to remain alive, Omega. I'm not done with him yet."

The blaster is lowered slightly, Omega turning his glare on Maul instead for a long moment before he looks back to Kenobi, firing. There's a grunt of pain from behind Maul, and a burst of glee from his apprentice at whatever injury Omega has done to Kenobi. "There. Not dead. But I want him when you're done with him."
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Word count goal made, if only in the last half-hour. Only worked in two AUs today, so snippets from each.

More Sabé/Padmé on Serenno:

"None of the others left Naboo with me." Padmé is shaking, and Sabé supports her to a couch next to the empty fireplace. "I don't even know if they're alive."

"If they are - and I'll believe they are until I see their bodies - they'll escape and they'll join you again." Sabé rests her hands on Padmé's shoulders a moment, feeling the tension under her fingers. She knows each death had struck Padmé deeply, though she always had the strength to walk away without looking back when it was needed. "You are our heart, our Queen, and our commander, Padmé. For you, we would do anything."

She doesn't say that without Padmé, they would break, because it's not a truth Padmé needs to hear. Without their heart, they would still fight, they would still seek to see her will done, her ideals realized, but they would be dying a long death, not living.




And then Maul & Obi-Wan & Eea (Sith Ascendant: Into Shadows):

"My second cloak should fit you well enough, Kenobi." The Sith smile briefly, as his apprentice turns back to the closet, pulling out another black cloak that matches their own. "Wear it."

"Or you'll do what?" Obi-Wan crosses his arms, not willing to trade his servicable brown cloak for the black one being pushed on him.

The sharp, amused smile the Sith gives him is worrying. "I will do nothing."

"Your apprentice?"

"Will do what I tell her." The Sith continues to watch him, waiting patiently for him to make his decision.

(Yes, Obi-Wan can figure out that Maul saying he'll do nothing is not a good sign, but stubbornness carries the day.)
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Sabé, 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.
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Since I've been posting the snippets to tumblr, I should post them here, too. :)




Day 1 (Star Wars, Emperor Dooku AU, Anakin and tiny!Leia and tiny!Luke, storytelling):

"And what story did you ask your father to tell you?" Padmé carries him back over to the low table Anakin and Obi-Wan were sitting at, with Leia curled up in her father’s lap, leaning against him with her head on his shoulder.

"The story about how Uncle Qui-Gon met the Empress." Leia shifts, poking Anakin in the arm when he opens his mouth, looking up at him with solemn eyes. "You promised."

"I did." Anakin smiles ruefully, as Padmé settles on the cushion left empty between him and Obi-Wan, Luke immediately moving to lean into Anakin’s side. It’s a familiar sight, whether Anakin or Obi-Wan, or even herself. "I was told the story shortly after I’d come to Coruscant."

"After the Jedi turned you away?" Luke frowns, and Leia reaches out to poke her brother in the forehead.

"Yes." Anakin glances over at Obi-Wan, something passing between them that Padmé can never quite grasp, like smoke between her fingers. "But that’s not the story."




Day 2 (Star Wars, Jedi Leia AU, Vader and verytiny!Leia):

Vader doesn’t even dare pace the cabin of his private shuttle, cradling the small infant in his hands who has been staring at him since she woke, small face crumpled into an expression of utter confusion. At least she is not screaming, as she had when she first opened her eyes, and saw him. He wishes he could remove his mask to see her with his own eyes, but he doesn’t dare do so.

In time, perhaps, but not now, with his flesh still healing from Mustafar, and her so very young and vulnerable. No. It will be enough now that he has rescued her from the hands his traitorous former Master had delivered her to, and can find a more appropriate caretaker to watch over her when he cannot be present. Although he hasn’t quite decided on who that might be, since he must be able to trust them not to reveal her existence or location to either Sidious or to Kenobi.




Day 3 (Harry Potter/Stargate Atlantis, City of Magic AU, Millicent Bulstrode and John Sheppard):

There’s silence behind him, and he turns, looking at the set expression on Millicent’s face. “Why didn’t you even leave something that might have given us a clue?”

"Because until Raxus, you didn’t need to know."

"I need to know now."

"You could have a library the size of Atlantis herself, and I still wouldn’t be certain you’d even know what to look for." Millicent crosses her arms over her chest, her jaw set. "I certainly wouldn’t trust you wouldn’t be injured or killed looking for an answer. Not all magic is kind, even when it’s beneficial."




Day 4 (Star Wars, Emperor Dooku AU, Dooku and Criju Berles (OMC, non-Jedi Force-user)):

"It is not often the Jedi show a great interest in our traditions, and most who have are those born to our own while within the Jedi Order’s influence." Berles doesn’t look over at Dooku, keeping his attention outwardly focused on the two younglings circling each other. "I find it interesting that you are curious enough to ask."

"There is no reason not to seek out further knowledge of the Force, regardless of whom I might learn it from." Dooku glances at Berles only briefly, before returning his gaze to his Padawan. "If there are not requirements in learning that would interfere in my responsibilities."

Berles chuckles, rich and deep, waving a dismissive hand. “You are too experienced for a student, though I would not think you are yet worth the title of Stera, even if you are Kenar. Venrof, journyman, still learning but not yet achieved true mastery in the Force.”

Dooku tilts his head to acknowledge the fact. “I am only a Knight, not yet considered a Master when I am yet on my first Padawan.”

Berles hums a moment, then silent briefly before he speaks again. “A flaw, as I see it, in the Jedi thought. How can you teach another when you have yet to master yourself?”

"How can you be certain of your mastery if you are unable to provide another the guidance to follow in your footsteps?" Dooku knows there are Jedi who have not taken Padawans until after they’ve been declared Masters by the Council, but they are more often the exception than the rule, particularly more recently.




Day 5 (Star Wars, Jedi Leia AU, tiny!Leia and Force-ghost!Qui-Gon):

"Did father kill you?"

"No." Qui-Gon takes a breath, smiling sadly at the thought Leia would not know the smiling, laughing, bright boy Anakin had once been. Might never see the good in him unclouded by Vader’s cold rage and bleak hatred. "He was still a little boy, then. Only a little older than you are now."

"Someone killed you, though." Leia looks up at him, her brow drawing down in a small frown as she rubs the fingers of one hand over the other. "Father is sad and angry when he talks to you."

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