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13 May 2011 @ 11:28 am
Fic: ‘Knowing when to escape.’  
Title: Knowing when to escape.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: Between AotC & RotS: some weeks after the Second Battle of Jabiim.
Summary: How painful is a slow death?

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

How much, I wonder, does Yoda know?

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)
Unwilling guests & unwelcome news
... no fruit?

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.


“How painful is a slow death, General?”

The Jedi raised his head. “I’d expect very painful, Alpha.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why do you ask?”

The ARC trooper had no clothes except a pair of shortened thermal trousers that he’d worn under his armour at Jabiim. “I’m preparing myself, sir, for the outcome that has been promised me.”

There were cuts covering the clone’s body; Ventress’ handiwork. Congealed blood sealed the barely healing injuries. “You’ve not been conversational with our host, I presume?”

The ARC trooper raised his head and grimly regarded the hanging Jedi. “No sir. She took offense to my response to her questions.”

“And that was?”

“I told her the truth, General. I’ve not been trained to answer questions.”

Under the dark cloth, the Jedi smiled. “Excellent news to hear, Alpha. Excellent.”

“Yessir.” The trooper’s head fell forward. “Permission to rest, sir?”

He dipped his head; Alpha settled, gingerly, against the wall. Closing his eyes, he grunted softly against the pain that permeated every part of his body, including his fingers and toes. His mind wandered, escaping the dark reality of pain and scattered focus. Instead, gentle lips and hands soothed his wounds, brushed through his hair. His arms, instead of being stretched above his head, were around the woman who was never far from his thoughts.

Where was she now? Safe, he hoped, and far away from the confusion and muddy mire of war.

Far away, he silently corrected. Safe and far away.

The pipes further weakened.

She didn’t know when it had occurred but, sometime during her self-imposed retreat, her heart knew. There was no defining moment, nothing that leapt out to her and spoke of how wrong everyone, with the exception of Anakin, had been to assume he was dead without form of proof. She simply knew.

For the first time since she’d heard the news, her heart lightened.

The careful weeks of work on the pipes paid off, fully; in the chaos that followed, which included the theft of his captor’s starfighter and the lightsabre of her former mentor, both Jedi and ARC trooper escaped. Neither knew how long they’d been held captive nor knew whether they were considered alive.

Both accepted they could be considered dead, casualties of the Wars. After all, the last both knew there’d been an explosion followed by their awakening in that cell. Who was to know whether they’d survived Jabiim?

It wasn’t until he was on Coruscant that he believed the escape had been real. He sat in a garden within the Jedi Temple, after time spent in bacta and expelling Rattatak muscle maggots, that it sank into his mind.

He was free. He ...

Tap-tap-tap. The small green Jedi sat beside him.

“Calming these flowers are,” he commented. “Familiar with them, you are.”

He smiled, faintly. “They were a gift from a friend,” he finally replied.

“Significance they have, hrm?”

“They were sent on a particular day each time they were sent.”

“Know, does this friend, that safe you are?”


“Tell this friend you should.” He rose to his feet, tri-fingered hand firmly grasping the gimer stick. “Time, you have, until needed you are.”

Tap-tap-tap. The younger Jedi watched as the older hobbled away, the sound of the stick echoing off the stone path.
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: obidala8angel_in_tears on May 13th, 2011 03:37 am (UTC)
Eeeee! This was awesome ♥ I love the conversation with Alpha and Obi-Wan, and I love how he's thinking of her and she senses that he's alright :)

And the permission that Yoda gives Obi-Wan to go and tell her that he's safe :D It's beautiful :)
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 13th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC)
Eeeee! This was awesome ♥
Thank you. I had my doubts about it after ... no fruit? (I'd liked the dialogue and tension of its beginning as well as the end, where he'd started thinking of her).

I love the conversation with Alpha and Obi-Wan
Again, thank you! I wasn't certain if that conversation would seem all right.

I love how he's thinking of her and she senses that he's alright :)
Neither would stop thinking of the other in this particular series nor would she lose faith.

the permission that Yoda gives Obi-Wan to go and tell her that he's safe :D It's beautiful :)
As I asked in the 'Author's Notes', how much does Yoda know?
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on May 13th, 2011 06:31 am (UTC)
Didn't think he could pull the wool over Yoda's eyes for long.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on May 13th, 2011 07:18 am (UTC)
Who knows what Yoda knows?
emiv: btvs | one hell of a womanemiv on June 2nd, 2011 03:05 am (UTC)
You brought back the flowers! What a happy surprise. Quit being so awesome. ;)

Also, Yoda, you match-making fool, I love ya. Brilliant.
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on June 2nd, 2011 11:11 am (UTC)
You brought back the flowers! What a happy surprise.
It would've been a waste not to bring them back!

Also, Yoda, you match-making fool, I love ya. Brilliant.
If he knew he was match-making, I'm sure he would've said something quite different!