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09 April 2012 @ 03:47 am
Fic: ‘nervousness in the rain’  
Title: nervousness in the rain
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (M)
Time Period: Between AotC and RotS.
Summary: Who says droids can’t be nervous?

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Not since The chase begins has Asajj turned up in a story and boy was it lovely to write for her again!

Actually, I was planning to write something else and it turned into a story for Asajj before I ever set one word down; I guess the imagery within this story was more insistent than the other (which didn’t include heads rolling – which would explain the M rating!).

Maybe next time for the nicer story?

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


It patters and splatters; it hisses.

She deactivates the glowing red ‘sabres and hooks them to her belt. Straightening, she stands and smiles. The nearest droid steps back, discreetly; she doesn’t notice.

“Soon,” she whispers. “Soon.”

Turning, she stalks between the pair of droids behind her. They look at each other and follow – after she’s several steps ahead; what happened to their predecessors is firm within their memory banks.

It patters and splatters; it kisses bared skin, gently caresses bared heads.

Moonrise; the two moons rise, barely seen through the foliage above. He takes off his helmet, looks up and then behind before he studies the ground in front. Nothing. Maybe the reports were wrong, off.

He shakes his head; he knows his brothers. Those reports would have been –- are -- correct; they know no other way.

He brings up the macrobinoculars. Nothing.

He doesn’t see the attack that causes his head to roll. It stops only metres away, dead eyes staring in shock at the patch of sky it can see.

It patters and splatters; it hisses.

Steam rises from the charred remains. The clouds and moisture lessens. She smiles; the droids are cautious – that smile is also firm in their memory banks.

“There are none alive,” the first reports. “Roger, roger.”

She turns her bald head; it glimmers under the moonlight. “And the Jedi?”

“There were no Jedi,” the second replies. “They weren’t due for another week, roger, roger.”

She almost pouts but she doesn’t.

“Is there only static?”

Their silence is the only reply she needs; two heads lie on the ground, their necks smoking where their heads used to be.

The second-highest ranking droid looks at its newly promoted leader. “Your turn,” he intones.

The new leader looks at the lone figure through its photo-receptors. “Roger, roger.” If it could swallow nervously, it would.
Mindyarliddian on April 8th, 2012 11:27 pm (UTC)
Oh, chilling, and so fitting for a character like Asajj. Really enjoyed this one. =)
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on April 9th, 2012 01:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I always enjoy writing for Asajj though I don't indulge often.
Armchair DM: Carson: No no no AIEEE!!armchairdm on April 10th, 2012 01:36 pm (UTC)
Wow. This is awesome. Very like Asaaj. Poor droids....
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on April 10th, 2012 02:55 pm (UTC)
And the clones?