Tag: sith

MIni Nano Day 18

It’s all @lilyrose225writes‘s fault. Because wings. And Star Wars.

Fandom: Star Wars
AU: Ocean of Night
Word Count: 285
Characters: Maul, unnamed Sith

The robes around her are spread neatly, looking like wings splayed on the floor. Rusty red and charcoal feathers patterned into the fabric. The rest of her is hidden by the stark shadows of the room. A room he does not remember entering, nor can recognize the architecture of.

“Where am I?”

A quiet, raspy chuckle comes from the darkness, the broad sleeves of the robe shifting as their owner moves. Wings lifting, folding back, settling. Perhaps not robes after all.

“Why should I tell you, little apprentice?”

“Who brought me here?” He tries to stalk toward her, letting his anger at her non-answer show, only to find a barrier that keeps him at a distance. And when he tries to prod it with the Force, throws him back.

“That wouldn’t be fair, telling you without giving you a chance to figure it out on your own.”

Maul picks himself up from where he’s been thrown, approaching the barrier carefully, and slowly pacing the perimeter of it. A full circle, and her at the center well out of arm’s reach. Out of harm’s way, in a pool of shadow and light. It has a direction, to hide her face so completely, but he can’t see the source of it – light or window.

“Who are you?”

Another raspy chuckle is followed by a quiet clicking. “My name is not for you to know, little apprentice.”

“What are you?”

“You don’t know? How disappointing.” She shifts, the light coruscating across purple irridescence. A hood or a helm or a crest, but her face is still hidden by shadows. Clinging shadows, even with the light’s direction unchanged. “I’m not telling you, little apprentice. That wouldn’t be fair.”

The Black Library: Archnemesis

hamelin-born:

“I go now to confront my worst enemy.” Darth Vex said, face taunt with unreleased tension. His hand curled loosely across his lightsaber in a gesture of self-comfort; Anakin stared, spoon practically dropping from his fist even as Shmi rested her forehead in her palm with a light groan.

“Really, Obi-Wan, must you?” The Butcher of Geonosis complained, an unexpectedly plaintive note in her voice. Anakin’s disbelieving gaze flickered between her mother and the curator of the Black Library; Vex ignored him, answering his line-aunt with a single stiff nod.

“Yes.” The Sith growled, fists clenching.

***

Shmi had pulled him aside after Darth Vex departed in an overly dramatic swirl of black robes, quietly suggesting that he might want to find some excuse – any excuse – to avoid the Jedi Temple for a few days. Just in case. Anakin had, accordingly, taken the first mission available and happily spend the following cycles enmeshed in Courscant’s black market district, tracing an antique ‘cultural artifact’ that a senator had reported as ‘missing’ earlier that week.

He might also have taken the opportunity to catch up on the status of the current illegal swoop-bike races. Just in case. One never knew what knowledge might come in handy later on.

As such, he was one of the lucky ones not to be present when Darth Vex, current curator of the Black Library and Archives, met face-to-face with Jedi Master, Joscasta Nu, current caretaker of the Jedi Archives.

Witnesses stated that they were extremely polite to one another.

@darthrevaan

Countermoves

norcumi:

Title: Countermoves

Authors: norcumi and dogmatix

Summary: Dooku continues his power-games with Qui-Gon, and Micah can only try to keep his friend from spiraling into desperate maneuvers.

Wordcount: 4,099

When Obi-Wan opened the door, all Micah could do was wearily wish
that whatever was going on, he could stop being so behind the curve.
Kenobi looked miserable – not the resolute
kind-of-upset-about-potentially-overturning-his-life, but more
things-went-seriously-tits-up miserable. Micah could barely wait till
the door closed before blurting out, “What happened?”

“We got a com call about an hour ago.”

Oh no. “Dooku?”

First Impressions

dogmatix:

Soooooo someone asked for a bit more of the Tatooine!Obi, inspired by this awesome sketch from @teapirate, and, er, this happened:

First Impressions

The first time Qui-Gon woke up, he was standing in a
dreamscape.  Looking around, he saw a
small child; human, male, maybe eleven years old.  The boy was curled up, deeply asleep.  The air around him still and calm, not
jittering to show impending REM sleep.

Lifting himself up out of the dream plane, Qui-Gon found
himself in the cave where he’d died, all that time ago. There was nobody there
except the boy and Qui-Gon’s own skeleton.
The boy had pried the holocron acting as Qui-Gon’s anchor from the skeletal
fingers, and was curled up with it.
Odd.  Qui-Gon kneeled next to the
boy, who had folded himself into a shallow depression in the sand. Hmm. It was a good
way to conserve some heat.  There didn’t
seem to be anyone else around, not within the distance that Qui-Gon could
sense, anyway.  Not a plan to steal the
holocron, then. The boy must have gotten lost, and stumbled over the cave by
accident.

Qui-Gon considered killing the child, to preserve….what? His
solitude?  Qui-Gon frowned. It had been
decades upon decades since Xanatos had killed him, even before he’d gone dormant.
He had no way to know if he’d slept through one year or a thousand, and really,
what did it matter, if a scruffy child wanted to curl up with the
holocron?  He could always kill the child
later, if things became inconvenient. Hopefully, the boy would move on the next
day.

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dogmatix:

teapirate:

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#asketchaday   bby!sith!obi-wan, following up on  #i’m gonna make him sand bend like fuckin’ imhotep  #just to mess w/ anakin   (x)

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Sooooooo this one kinda got away from me, and many thanks to @norcumi for help and advice.

Obi-Wan is expelled from the Jedi Order at an even younger
age – he’s only ten when he gets in trouble for fighting. He’s shipped back to
Tatooine to live with his father and step-mother (and half-brother Owen?)  Less than a year later, either the Tuskens or
the Hutts raid the Lars farm and Obi-Wan is the only survivor.  He either escapes notice or gets away from
his captors while they’re returning to their home.

Obi-Wan tries to walk to help, since has no way of
communicating with anyone and no family to call.  Half-dead from heat and dehydration, he ends
up in a cave, where he luckily finds a small pool of water.  He also find an old human skeleton, picked
clean by time and scavengers.  Clutched
in the skeleton’s fingers, still, is a small, red, crystalline pyramid. It
feels warm to the touch, and Obi-Wan, now shivering as the cold of a desert
night leeches the heat out of the air, takes it to cuddle up with in the little
indent he dug in the sand.

That night, Qui-Gon’s ghost wakes up for the first time in
centuries.

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dogmatix:

I’m reading the Darth Plagueis book for Reasons, and I just. I just can’t with this

One hundred years earlier, Tenebrous’ Twi’lek Master had opened a small rend in the fabric of the Force, allowing the dark side to be felt by the Jedi Order for the first time in more than eight hundred years. That had been the inauguration, the commencement of the revenge of the Sith.  And now the time had come to enlarge that rend into a gaping hole, a gaping wound, into which the Republic and the Jedi Order would to their own hazard be drawn.

I just???? the FORCE DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT!?!!!!???????????

WHAT EVEN THE HELL DID I JUST READ??????????

… I read that part on Wookieepedia and just. Decided to utterly ignore that piece of stupid.

(I kept the Twi’lek Sith, though, and gave him a name. Because reasons.)

dogmatix:

This is not part of our Through a
Mirror Darkly series, but it is what started it.  However, as we dug into the fic and developed
it, it shifted enough that the initial scene no longer worked.  @norcumi and I both still really like the
scene though, so we spruced it up a bit just for Qui/Obi week. 🙂 Hope everyone
enjoys!

Notes: Sith!Obi and Sith!Qui.  Obi-Wan is of age, but still a student.

Obi-Wan sat cross-legged on the perfectly
made cot in the hold of the Naboo cruiser, the textbook appearance of calm,
except for the way his fingers clenched and unclenched on his knees, and the deep
frown line between his brows.  He pushed
back the emotional turmoil time and again, only for it to come creeping
back.  He was furious, but also
hurt.  For Qui-Gon to simply dismiss him
like that, and in front of the entire Council!
No, neither of them were Jedi, but they were still part of the
Order.  Then there was Yoda’s words – ‘our
own council we will keep, on who is ready.’
Did that mean Yoda didn’t think he was ready? Even after all this
time?  And even if they did decide to let
him take the Trials, Obi-Wan was far from sure that he’d walk back out of the
Chamber of Trial alive.  A Sith, taking
the Jedi Trials? It was a ridiculous notion.

The door next to him chimed, interrupting
his thoughts.  He got up as it slid open,
revealing Qui-Gon Jinn. “Master,” Obi-Wan said stiffly.

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norcumi:

morgynleri:

Thinky thought inspired by others, and by me poking at fic.

I use cold in my imagery of the Dark Side of the Force, but never as apathy*. Maybe because for me, cold is rage at its most dangerous, the all-consuming hateful rage that promises that everything in its path will be dust, no matter how long it takes, and is willing to wait a lifetime to achieve that utter and complete destruction.

The rage of blood feuds and endless cycles of revenge and war and bloodshed. The sort of rage that tears apart reputations, friends, family.

Cold hands, cold laughter, cold spaces. Hate and rage and cultivated arrogance that holds itself above everything. Sidious is cold. Manipulative, horrible, controlling ice.

Cold is terror, too. Terror that never ends, that becomes the core of a person, that can never be soothed. Jorus’etan is that kind of cold. Terror of his past, the terror he inflicts on those he chooses as victims. Pain and neglect and abuse and a refusal to ever be powerless before another.

Not all the Dark Side is cold. Maul is fire burning out of control and reveling in his passion, his anger. Barely and only sometimes tempered by a personal code of honor, like a barely-adequate fire break or a fire burned toward the wildfire to redirect it.

Anakin is fire born of fear, that will burn all around it to ash. That burns him to ash, twice over. Once to leave the ember that hides under the ashes of Vader, and a second time to shatter the ice and chains that are his Master.

And yet, even with them, I’ll use the tactile idea of cold hands, cold skin. Cold that burns, that destroys what it touches.

*I honesty do not get how people could use cold in the sense of apathy or lack of emotion or smothered passions for the Sith. It boggles me. It boggles me lots.

::nods:: The “cold” part makes perfect sense to me, it’s the apathy bit that breaks my brain. 

Also, all of this is lovely, poetic, and made me scree a lot.

Thank you! 🙂

cuzosu-blog
replied to your post “Thinky thought inspired by others, and by me poking at fic. I use cold…”

Yes. This is a very well thought out post – I’m guessing in response to that one that was going rounds that talked about the Dark Side and apathy, etc.? This response is great. I still think it’s missing a bit – passion and the part THAT has to play in all things Dark – but it’s an intelligent set of points, regardless.

… Um, both yes and no.

It’s not exactly a response directly, so much as indirectly via someone else’s post made in response, and I was particularly latching on to words in a particular comment on that post, and how they were used.

It’s about imagery and how words are used in being descriptive about characters and use of the Dark Side rather than a direct exploration of what the Dark Side is and how it plays out with characters. For one, that would be a much longer post which I do not have the spoons to write tonight.

For another, imagery and word use are more important in my head than the mechanics of the Dark Side with where I’m at in the fic, particularly since words and how they’re used are. Plot relavent at the moment.

I may or may not sit down and work out my thoughts on the Dark Side, what it means to me for writing, and how that intersects with my thoughts on particular characters, but that’s going to wait for tomorrow at least.