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This one goes with Emperor Dooku. A young Renca Janne, in her student robes, about when she and Dooku met. Click through for full size, image under the cut.
( Renca Janne )
( Renca Janne )
Five Days of Mini Nano snippets
Nov. 6th, 2014 07:48 pmSince 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."
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."
That I'm honestly not sure where it fits, though it could easily fit two of the AUs I'm working on - Daerja or Emperor Dooku.
There's nothing left of what we know, out there. Just dust and dying stars waiting to birth new ones. An Empire that spans the stars, a people without a home, and another that doesn't know the meaning of surrender. We're not who we were, and we will never be that again.
We are a people of blood-stained hands and shattered hope. Of wounded souls and broken hearts. What future can we build from such uncertain and haunted beginnings but one that is better than the past we have left behind?
I walk through shadows, and I hold a light for others to follow, given to me by those who came before me. I have hands to catch those who fall, a blade to defend those who seek protection, and a voice to speak for those who no longer can. I love and I fear, I know joy and I know anger. I have seen hate and I have seen despair, but I will not let them extinguish the light.
I am Jedi, and this is my path.
There's nothing left of what we know, out there. Just dust and dying stars waiting to birth new ones. An Empire that spans the stars, a people without a home, and another that doesn't know the meaning of surrender. We're not who we were, and we will never be that again.
We are a people of blood-stained hands and shattered hope. Of wounded souls and broken hearts. What future can we build from such uncertain and haunted beginnings but one that is better than the past we have left behind?
I walk through shadows, and I hold a light for others to follow, given to me by those who came before me. I have hands to catch those who fall, a blade to defend those who seek protection, and a voice to speak for those who no longer can. I love and I fear, I know joy and I know anger. I have seen hate and I have seen despair, but I will not let them extinguish the light.
I am Jedi, and this is my path.
