uh, this is how I amuse myself.
Jan. 22nd, 2012 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardThe little transport's pilot comes boiling out the hatch before the ramp is even properly down, practically spitting with rage. "Are you actually insane? What the blazes do you think you were doing, coming out of hyperspace that close to a black hole --"
"Hey, hey!" Han says, holding out his hands. "What the hell were we doing, what the hell were you doing, you were even closer!"
"Well, we had a reason to be," the girl snaps. "You're lucky there's a habitable planet here, or we'd all be dead!" She sneers, shaggy golden hair bouncing. There's something weirdly familiar about her, but Han can't put his finger on what it is. He's certain he's never met her before; he'd remember.
"Anakin," a woman says tiredly, descending from the transport. She's holding a coldpack to a cut on her head, and she's dressed the same way the girl is, in brown robes over a white wrap tunic and trousers, with a weapons belt where --
Han blinks. Both women are wearing lightsabers; he's certainly used to seeing one of those around, after having Luke around for the past few months. But no one in the galaxy has a lightsaber except Luke and Vader --
The girl scowls, looking somewhat more contrite, and ignores Han in order to go back to the other woman, who looks about fifteen years older, with a stubborn chin and a mass of red hair piled in braids on the back of her neck. The girl -- Anakin, apparently -- guides her to a seat on the ramp. "Sorry, Master," she says, making a valiant effort at contrition. "But the collision --"
"That's no excuse to lose your head," says the redhead firmly. "Now, try again."
Anakin breathes in, shoving her hair out of her face with the back of her hand. She turns back to Han. "Our ship has been badly damaged by the collision," she informs him. "I don't have time to fix it, so we'll have to commandeer yours. You can be sure that you'll be reimbursed --"
"Excuse me?" Han says disbelievingly. "Who the hell do you think you are, you can't have the Falcon!"
The girl sneers at him. "I'm Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, and this is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, and we're on Jedi business, so you can give us your ship and be happy about it!"
Han hears the woman sigh, long-suffering, but he's already turned away to yell up into the guts of the Falcon, "Hey, Luke! There's some crazy people down here that claim to be related to you!"
*
"Anakin, if you persist in telling lies about the Jedi Order, I shall be tragically forced to have you killed," Obi-Wan says, sounding entirely unruffled as she drops down onto the couch beside her partner. "Imagine what Master Yoda would say."
Anakin immediately drapes her legs across Obi-Wan's lap, leaning her head back against the arm rest and fiddling idly with a broken holoprojector that Han had picked up in a junk sale a few planets back. "I'm not telling lies," she says innocently.
"You're telling Han about the intimate relationship between Master and Padawan," Obi-Wan says without glancing up from the datapad.
"Well, we do have a very intimate relationship," Anakin pouts.
"The nature of which is nothing like what you're making it sound," Obi-Wan says. "As you and I are apparently the only two remaining Jedi in the galaxy at the present time, I suggest you desist from telling falsehoods of that sort."
Luke clears his throat, making Han jump. "Actually," he says, "that may not be strictly true. Did you say you knew Master Yoda?"
*
"You know, not to make this any weirder than it already is," Han says, "but who knew that Obi-Wan Kenobi would be such a smoking babe as a woman?"
Luke chokes on his drink. "Don't let Anakin hear you say that," he manages, as Chewie pounds him helpfully on the back.
"Why not? I'm pretty sure she thinks the same thing."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Luke says. He coughs one more time, then looks up as Leia breezes back into the room. "What did Rebel Command say?"
"They are intrigued," Leia says. "And suspicious. As am I, to be fair."
"Who wouldn't be? Dead Jedi who just happen to be completely different sexes than the ones who actually lived?" Han frowns at Luke. "So if that really is Anakin Skywalker out there, then she obviously can't be your father."
Luke makes a face. "I'm trying not to think about that."
"Is the Force telling you anything?" Leia inquires.
Luke shrugs. "I don't know. I'm not very good at it, you know that --"
"That's because you were never properly trained," says Obi-Wan from the door. Anakin lurks behind her, chewing absently on her thumbnail. "Who trained you, anyway?"
"Uh, you did," Luke says. "Or -- guy you did, anyway, but he died before he could finish my training --"
"Fascinating," Obi-Wan observes. "I don't seem to have done a very good job."
Anakin snorts softly.
"We've decided," Obi-Wan goes on, without waiting for a response. "Take us to your Master Yoda. Perhaps he can sort this out."
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Date: 2012-01-23 12:35 am (UTC)*cackles* No, mentoring the young was never your strongest suit, Obi-Wan, honey.
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