Title: When The Fur Flies
Prompt: 003: Picture Prompt 2/005: Fur
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 1396
Rating: PG
Warnings Uh.....uber-silliness ahead? And much with the liberty-taking. Although there is no official canon on the subject of Taris post-KOTOR.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: See Solomon. See Solomon run. Run, Solomon, run!
Author's Notes: I couldn't decide between prompts. So I combined them.
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The Upper-City-scape sparkled in the mid-morning light. Obi-Wan could see the people in the vast avenues below, walking to their places of occupation or school. The stream of air-traffic wasn't as thick as it was on Coruscant, but other than that, it seems as if he was still looking over the planet he called home. The buildings here on Taris weren't as high, either, but they were just as numerous. It struck the young Padawan that the inhabitants had managed what Coruscant hadn't: a happy medium between nature and technological expansion. The planet was beautiful to look at, even from space. It must have been even more breathtaking before the Jedi Civil War and the planet's subsequent surface destruction.
Behind him, in the apartment he and Qui-Gon had been assigned to, he could hear the soft voices of his Master and the City Councilor. The Councilor was as short and squat as they came, and he was constantly carrying around a small, white, fluffy animal, the origins of which, Obi-Wan had yet to figure out. He was too polite to ask.
"Councilor, we will not interfere with the proceedings. We are only here as observers and silent mediators." Qui-Gon was having quite a time trying to explain to this man the purpose of the Jedi's presence on Taris. The elder Jedi had thought it best that he do most of the talking during this little interview, to minimize any discomfort the Councilor might feel if they both ganged up on him.
"But, surely you could do more to aid us in getting what we want n this treaty?"
Obi-Wan could imagine Qui-Gon shaking his head, a sorrowful look on his face. "No, Councilor, we cannot take things by force. We help negotiate, and facilitate the lines of communication between both parties. Your opposition has agreed to these terms and are willing to meet you to discuss..."
"But they will take and take and take! They will not...hold, Solomon! No!" The Councilor's objection was cut off as his pet began to squirm uncontrollably. Obi-Wan turned to see what was happening. With a yip! the small creature jumped out of the man's arms and raced towards Obi-Wan. The Padawan, arms crossed in his sleeves, merely looked down serenely as the small ball of fluff danced around his ankles happily.
The Councilor frowned. "It seems that Solomon likes you, young Jedi. Might I ask you to watch him while your Master mediates our proceedings?"
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to answer, but was beat to it by Qui-Gon, "My apprentice will gladly watch your pet, Councilor."
"Good. Solomon is not allowed outside. I'm afraid he is too delicate to be exposed to such unrefined atmosphere."
"Solomon will be in good hands, Councilor," Obi-Wan said, inclining his head slightly in solemn acceptance of the duty and in respect for the Councilor. The young Jedi didn't like the bemused look he was getting from his Master. And the outright laughter in the older man's eyes made Obi-Wan want to narrow his in displeasure. Then he was left sputtering, as Qui-Gon quickly ushered the Councilor off to Government Hall.
Obi-Wan stared down at Solomon. Solomon gazed back at Obi-Wan, stuffy tail wagging full-force.
"YIP! Solomon cried happily. The ball of fluff sat down and continued to gaze up at the Jedi.
"How do I always get stick with these assignments?" he asked the animal. "Qui-Gon would have been as happy as a bantha in a dust bowl taking care of you, but no. He gets to do the interesting job."
"YIP!"
Obi-Wan snorted. "I'm glad you agree." He turned to look back out the window. The Upper City didn't get a chance to capture much of his attention, as the scamper of feet on the floor, followed by an exuberant "YIIIIP!"
Obi-Wan spun around just in time to see the door swoosh open and the fluff ball disappear into the hallway. Obi-Wan reacted instantaneously, and tore off after him. "Hey! Come back here! You aren't allowed outside!"
Obi-Wan latched onto the pet's Force-signature as he raced down the hallway towards the lifts. He skidded to a stop as the lift door snapped shut, with the tail-wagging Solomon yipping ecstatically inside. Obi-Wan swallowed thickly and then ran to the stairs, using the Force to propel him down floor after floor.
He made it to the lobby just in time to see the streak of white that was Solomon charge out of the lift and right out the front door of the building.
"Oh, sithspit."
Obi-wan slid to a stop outside and gazed out at the open plaza. He couldn't see Solomon anywhere, and the little thing could be just about anywhere. He tugged gently on the Force, and found the strain of Solomon. In a heartbeat, he was tearing through the crowd.
"Excuse me.... I’m sorry.... passing thorough!... Excuse me! Jedi business, please move!...I -- Oh, for the love of the Force! You can't be serious!"
Solomon's furry face was pressed against the side view-port of an air taxi. Obi-Wan could see the madly wagging tail, and hear the muffled yips. And then, the taxi was lifting off.
Obi-Wan jumped.
His fingers found purchase on the bumper of the taxi. With a sickening feeling in his stomach, he realized that he was airborne. He squeezed his eyes shut against the heights and concentrated first on hanging on, and second on pulling himself up. Once on top of the taxi, he braced himself; there was no point in trying to do anything but hold on and wait for it to land and hope to catch Solomon as he darted out of the hatch. The ride was interminable, especially for a Jedi hanging on for dear life, but soon enough it finally touched down.
The wind-whipped Jedi peeled himself off the roof and pounced as soon as the hatch opened.
"Oof! Get off me, you oaf! How dare you try to harm me!" A male voice emerged from underneath Obi-Wan, and the young Jedi scrambled to his feet to help the gentleman up.
"Terribly sorry, sir. I was expecting my furry friend...hey! GET BACK HERE!" And once more, Obi-Wan was running after Solomon...
"Oh, that was brilliant, Master Jedi! Absolutely brilliant!" The jovial voice of the Councilor preceded the official and the elder Jedi, as the two returned at sundown. The Councilor slowed his pace, his good mood fading as he took in Obi-Wan reclining on the couch, serene as ever and reading. The young man was clothed in fresh, crisp, civilian garments, and his hair was slightly damp, as if he had recently showered. The Councilor also noticed the distinct lack of Solomon's presence. "My dear boy, but where is Solomon?"
Obi-Wan glanced up at the pair casually, as if the two were beneath him. "Oh, he's in the other room," he said, with an effectually dismissive wave of his hand.
Qui-Gon shared a look with the Councilor and shrugged. The official moved towards the indicated room and cracked the door open. Qui-Gon had enough time to register a look of wide-eyed shock on the Councilor's face before it was dive-bombed by a white, fuzzy streak.
"Ack! Solomon! My face, s-stop l-licking.... Ahhhh!"
Qui-Gon raised a brow as the Councilor beat a hasty retreat. He turned his inquisitive gaze on his apprentice. "Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Master?" Obi-Wan didn't even look up.
"What...?"
"When you cling to an air taxi as if your life depended on it, run up and down three-hundred and fifty flights of stairs, all in buildings which are located on completely opposite sides of the city; when you jump off a roof to catch an annoyingly yippy and furry life-form, use fourteen speeders of various shapes and sizes going in any which way to get to safety; when you finally land in the back of a garbage scow and have to fight your way out of the Under City dumps..." Dramatic pause. "Then...maybe then, you will understand what you just saw."
Qui-Gon blinked. "Oh."
The elder Jedi sensed that if he said anything more than that, he would find himself impaled on Obi-Wan's lightsaber or, worse, forced to live every single one of those experiences first-hand. So, he sat in a nearby chair and picked up his own reading material.
He'd make fun of Obi-Wan later.
Prompt: 003: Picture Prompt 2/005: Fur
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 1396
Rating: PG
Warnings Uh.....uber-silliness ahead? And much with the liberty-taking. Although there is no official canon on the subject of Taris post-KOTOR.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: See Solomon. See Solomon run. Run, Solomon, run!
Author's Notes: I couldn't decide between prompts. So I combined them.
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The Upper-City-scape sparkled in the mid-morning light. Obi-Wan could see the people in the vast avenues below, walking to their places of occupation or school. The stream of air-traffic wasn't as thick as it was on Coruscant, but other than that, it seems as if he was still looking over the planet he called home. The buildings here on Taris weren't as high, either, but they were just as numerous. It struck the young Padawan that the inhabitants had managed what Coruscant hadn't: a happy medium between nature and technological expansion. The planet was beautiful to look at, even from space. It must have been even more breathtaking before the Jedi Civil War and the planet's subsequent surface destruction.
Behind him, in the apartment he and Qui-Gon had been assigned to, he could hear the soft voices of his Master and the City Councilor. The Councilor was as short and squat as they came, and he was constantly carrying around a small, white, fluffy animal, the origins of which, Obi-Wan had yet to figure out. He was too polite to ask.
"Councilor, we will not interfere with the proceedings. We are only here as observers and silent mediators." Qui-Gon was having quite a time trying to explain to this man the purpose of the Jedi's presence on Taris. The elder Jedi had thought it best that he do most of the talking during this little interview, to minimize any discomfort the Councilor might feel if they both ganged up on him.
"But, surely you could do more to aid us in getting what we want n this treaty?"
Obi-Wan could imagine Qui-Gon shaking his head, a sorrowful look on his face. "No, Councilor, we cannot take things by force. We help negotiate, and facilitate the lines of communication between both parties. Your opposition has agreed to these terms and are willing to meet you to discuss..."
"But they will take and take and take! They will not...hold, Solomon! No!" The Councilor's objection was cut off as his pet began to squirm uncontrollably. Obi-Wan turned to see what was happening. With a yip! the small creature jumped out of the man's arms and raced towards Obi-Wan. The Padawan, arms crossed in his sleeves, merely looked down serenely as the small ball of fluff danced around his ankles happily.
The Councilor frowned. "It seems that Solomon likes you, young Jedi. Might I ask you to watch him while your Master mediates our proceedings?"
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to answer, but was beat to it by Qui-Gon, "My apprentice will gladly watch your pet, Councilor."
"Good. Solomon is not allowed outside. I'm afraid he is too delicate to be exposed to such unrefined atmosphere."
"Solomon will be in good hands, Councilor," Obi-Wan said, inclining his head slightly in solemn acceptance of the duty and in respect for the Councilor. The young Jedi didn't like the bemused look he was getting from his Master. And the outright laughter in the older man's eyes made Obi-Wan want to narrow his in displeasure. Then he was left sputtering, as Qui-Gon quickly ushered the Councilor off to Government Hall.
Obi-Wan stared down at Solomon. Solomon gazed back at Obi-Wan, stuffy tail wagging full-force.
"YIP! Solomon cried happily. The ball of fluff sat down and continued to gaze up at the Jedi.
"How do I always get stick with these assignments?" he asked the animal. "Qui-Gon would have been as happy as a bantha in a dust bowl taking care of you, but no. He gets to do the interesting job."
"YIP!"
Obi-Wan snorted. "I'm glad you agree." He turned to look back out the window. The Upper City didn't get a chance to capture much of his attention, as the scamper of feet on the floor, followed by an exuberant "YIIIIP!"
Obi-Wan spun around just in time to see the door swoosh open and the fluff ball disappear into the hallway. Obi-Wan reacted instantaneously, and tore off after him. "Hey! Come back here! You aren't allowed outside!"
Obi-Wan latched onto the pet's Force-signature as he raced down the hallway towards the lifts. He skidded to a stop as the lift door snapped shut, with the tail-wagging Solomon yipping ecstatically inside. Obi-Wan swallowed thickly and then ran to the stairs, using the Force to propel him down floor after floor.
He made it to the lobby just in time to see the streak of white that was Solomon charge out of the lift and right out the front door of the building.
"Oh, sithspit."
Obi-wan slid to a stop outside and gazed out at the open plaza. He couldn't see Solomon anywhere, and the little thing could be just about anywhere. He tugged gently on the Force, and found the strain of Solomon. In a heartbeat, he was tearing through the crowd.
"Excuse me.... I’m sorry.... passing thorough!... Excuse me! Jedi business, please move!...I -- Oh, for the love of the Force! You can't be serious!"
Solomon's furry face was pressed against the side view-port of an air taxi. Obi-Wan could see the madly wagging tail, and hear the muffled yips. And then, the taxi was lifting off.
Obi-Wan jumped.
His fingers found purchase on the bumper of the taxi. With a sickening feeling in his stomach, he realized that he was airborne. He squeezed his eyes shut against the heights and concentrated first on hanging on, and second on pulling himself up. Once on top of the taxi, he braced himself; there was no point in trying to do anything but hold on and wait for it to land and hope to catch Solomon as he darted out of the hatch. The ride was interminable, especially for a Jedi hanging on for dear life, but soon enough it finally touched down.
The wind-whipped Jedi peeled himself off the roof and pounced as soon as the hatch opened.
"Oof! Get off me, you oaf! How dare you try to harm me!" A male voice emerged from underneath Obi-Wan, and the young Jedi scrambled to his feet to help the gentleman up.
"Terribly sorry, sir. I was expecting my furry friend...hey! GET BACK HERE!" And once more, Obi-Wan was running after Solomon...
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Many, Many Hours Later
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Many, Many Hours Later
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"Oh, that was brilliant, Master Jedi! Absolutely brilliant!" The jovial voice of the Councilor preceded the official and the elder Jedi, as the two returned at sundown. The Councilor slowed his pace, his good mood fading as he took in Obi-Wan reclining on the couch, serene as ever and reading. The young man was clothed in fresh, crisp, civilian garments, and his hair was slightly damp, as if he had recently showered. The Councilor also noticed the distinct lack of Solomon's presence. "My dear boy, but where is Solomon?"
Obi-Wan glanced up at the pair casually, as if the two were beneath him. "Oh, he's in the other room," he said, with an effectually dismissive wave of his hand.
Qui-Gon shared a look with the Councilor and shrugged. The official moved towards the indicated room and cracked the door open. Qui-Gon had enough time to register a look of wide-eyed shock on the Councilor's face before it was dive-bombed by a white, fuzzy streak.
"Ack! Solomon! My face, s-stop l-licking.... Ahhhh!"
Qui-Gon raised a brow as the Councilor beat a hasty retreat. He turned his inquisitive gaze on his apprentice. "Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Master?" Obi-Wan didn't even look up.
"What...?"
"When you cling to an air taxi as if your life depended on it, run up and down three-hundred and fifty flights of stairs, all in buildings which are located on completely opposite sides of the city; when you jump off a roof to catch an annoyingly yippy and furry life-form, use fourteen speeders of various shapes and sizes going in any which way to get to safety; when you finally land in the back of a garbage scow and have to fight your way out of the Under City dumps..." Dramatic pause. "Then...maybe then, you will understand what you just saw."
Qui-Gon blinked. "Oh."
The elder Jedi sensed that if he said anything more than that, he would find himself impaled on Obi-Wan's lightsaber or, worse, forced to live every single one of those experiences first-hand. So, he sat in a nearby chair and picked up his own reading material.
He'd make fun of Obi-Wan later.
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