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11 May 2011 @ 10:21 am
Fic: ‘Unwilling guests & unwelcome news.’  
Title: Unwilling guests & unwelcome news.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between AotC & RotS: immediately after the Second Battle of Jabiim.
Summary: He was thought dead.

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

For some, odd, reason, I’m fond of Jabiim. And it seemed the next natural stop on this particular journey. This story continues the journey that can be found in the below parts:
A thought, a gift
Upon a chance
Confront the disturbance you must (Part I of II)
Of Senators and disturbances (Part II of II; deleted scenes: Of Jedi and their padawans & Expect him to leave, they will).
Remaining true (Part I | Part II | Part III)

These eventually lead to events in For each other alone.

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


Awakening was not a comfort to the Jedi. He hung by his arms, wrists tied to the pipes above. His entire body ached and his face was covered by cloth. Opening his eyes, he saw Alpha-17 chained to the rusted metal wall.

“Alpha?” His voice cracked; he surmised it had been some hours since he’d had any form of liquid refreshment.

“Sir.” The ARC struggled to sit upright; he might have been attempting to straighten so he could stand at attention.

“Relax, Alpha.” He swallowed, his throat dry. He licked his lips. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know, sir. I know who has us, however.”

“And we’re whose guests?”

“Ventress, sir.”

He wriggled his wrists; they didn’t move. “How long have we been here, Alpha?”

“I don’t know sir. Last I remember, we were on Jabiim. I don’t know how we arrived here.” Wherever here is; the Jedi heard the unspoken words.

“We’ll have to see what we can discover then.” His voice lighter than he felt, he closed his eyes briefly.

Imprisoned. Ventress.

This promised to be quite the lark. He opened his eyes. “Have you been questioned?”

“No sir,” the ARC replied quietly. “I’ve been feigning unconsciousness in order to determine how often she comes to the cells.”

“And is it often?”

“Wonderful. You’re both awake.” A shadow fell across the dim light in the cell. “You’ve both been poor guests,” she drawled. “However,” she smiled, “now it’s time to play.” A slight gesture from a raised hand and Alpha was unchained and dragged from the cell. She turned to the Jedi. “Your turn, next.”

“Senator Amidala.” The older man bowed; Padmé took both his hands in hers and raised him from the bow.

“To what honour am I given this visit, Governor?” Padmé released his hands and led him to the rotunda; the sun streamed through the windows surrounding the table, her gown lost within the gentle light flooding the room.

“It is not a visit I wished to make, Senator.”

Padmé gestured to a seat by a window and sat opposite him, her hands in her lap, fingers entwined. “Governor?”

“I thought it best if you learned this news from myself than from news reports,” he began reluctantly. “It involves an acquaintance of yours. General Kenobi.”

She stilled. “What news?”

He reached over, her hands now in his. “He has been killed, on Jabiim.”


“I don’t know, Senator. I’ve only just heard the news.”

She nodded, once; her gaze clear as she saw the sympathy on his face. “Thank you, Governor, for telling me. He’s been a dear friend since he was assigned to protect me from the latest Trade Federation attacks and it doesn’t feel very real that I won’t be seeing him again.”

Sio nodded. “Would you like me to tell the Queen you need some time to take in the news, Senator?”

“That would be best, Governor.” She smiled, faintly. “I knew we would lose friends in these Wars but not until you lose one of your own do you realise the true cost of these Wars.”

Sio Bibble rose to his feet and patted her hands gently. “I’ll tell the Queen, Senator.” He released her hands. “I’ll see myself to the gondola.”

“Nonsense, Governor.” She smiled, rose and walked with him to where his gondola was docked. Only when he was out of sight did her eyes cloud, misted with unfallen tears, as she walked to the balcony. Watching the lake, she collapsed, falling to the ground as grief and shock overwhelmed.
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on May 11th, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)
*winces* Oh boy. Poor, poor Obi. He's gonna need some healing after this!
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 11th, 2011 05:51 am (UTC)
You never know. She might be quite gentle.
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on May 11th, 2011 12:00 pm (UTC)
... Ventress? Gentle? These words do not compute.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 12th, 2011 04:40 am (UTC)
I'm sure she'll be very gentle. Kid gloves and everything.
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: padmelostangel_in_tears on May 11th, 2011 12:17 pm (UTC)
Oh Obi-Wan!! And Alpha, I hope he survives ♥

Poor Padme ♥

I really am glad that I know where this ends, but the path there is torturous!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on May 11th, 2011 02:49 pm (UTC)
Oh Obi-Wan!! And Alpha, I hope he survives ♥
Ventress will be very gentle with them, I'm sure!

Poor Padme ♥
It must've seemed a very long time before she felt Sio Bibble was actually gone!

I really am glad that I know where this ends, but the path there is torturous!
It couldn't be all smooth sailing!
emiv: dh | did I fall asleep?emiv on June 2nd, 2011 02:55 am (UTC)
Oh dear!

*can't stop, must go on to next one*
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on June 2nd, 2011 11:07 am (UTC)
*can't stop, must go on to next one*
See you at the next one!