Title: leaving them behind
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between AotC and RotS: Boz Pity.
Summary: She wants to be away from it all.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Hopefully, this can help me get back into the swing of everything after being away. I missed being able to write the stories I kept imagining and this one came to mind since being home.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.
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She sees the shot speeding toward her, feels it hit but her disbelief suspends her reactions for the crucial time it would take to avoid that bolt. It doesn’t occur to her that she might not have moved away in time because her body is weak.
Dooku had ordered the droid to shoot. He had given the order to kill.
She remembers this as the shot sears her flesh, as she lies in Kenobi’s arms. It is why she tells him, warns, to watch the Core.
Her last breath is not her last; she slips into a trance, away from the Wars, away from the Jedi and the Sith. She senses, not hears, Kenobi’s order to put her on a medical ship. A last act of kindness from the Jedi thief.
She wakes, slowly; the hole in her body is almost gone. She staggers, using the walls to keep her upright, to the cockpit.
“Take me away,” she croaks, promising death behind her words if they do not. “Far away.”
From the Wars. From Dooku. From the Sith.
She almost faints into a chair behind the pilots as the ship changes course. Her eyes fixed on the stars visible through the front viewscreen, she slumps in the chair when she sees the ship veer from its set course.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between AotC and RotS: Boz Pity.
Summary: She wants to be away from it all.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Hopefully, this can help me get back into the swing of everything after being away. I missed being able to write the stories I kept imagining and this one came to mind since being home.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.
She sees the shot speeding toward her, feels it hit but her disbelief suspends her reactions for the crucial time it would take to avoid that bolt. It doesn’t occur to her that she might not have moved away in time because her body is weak.
Dooku had ordered the droid to shoot. He had given the order to kill.
She remembers this as the shot sears her flesh, as she lies in Kenobi’s arms. It is why she tells him, warns, to watch the Core.
Her last breath is not her last; she slips into a trance, away from the Wars, away from the Jedi and the Sith. She senses, not hears, Kenobi’s order to put her on a medical ship. A last act of kindness from the Jedi thief.
She wakes, slowly; the hole in her body is almost gone. She staggers, using the walls to keep her upright, to the cockpit.
“Take me away,” she croaks, promising death behind her words if they do not. “Far away.”
From the Wars. From Dooku. From the Sith.
She almost faints into a chair behind the pilots as the ship changes course. Her eyes fixed on the stars visible through the front viewscreen, she slumps in the chair when she sees the ship veer from its set course.
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