three-fer! "High Marks in Relationality," "Barracks Blues," and "Interior Decorating."
Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: High Marks in Relationality
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: Cin Drallig
Word Count: ~530
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Ferus Olin, Obi-Wan Kenobi, mention of Cin Drallig (obviously)
Rating: PG
Summary: He wins, but it's not fine.
Author's Notes: Whew! Still racing to get caught up, because, um … real life sucks? Blanket statement for all three fics here: I do not own Star Wars, okay?. But I am having an awesome time with these prompts! :)
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Cin Drallig oversees the Testing Games, a sort of friendly competition intended to establish and enhance Jedi standards of fitness and combat training. Obi-Wan insists it isn't really a competition at all, Anakin just turns everything into one. But there are teams, and records to be set, recognition to be won.
"Looks like a competition to me," Anakin says cheerfully, and throws himself into the pursuit of glory.
He's better at the individual events than those that require teamwork, especially with other Padawans. Obi-Wan insists, again, that this is because he needs to learn to curb his own selfish impulses - and his arrogance - and focus on working with others. But Anakin remembers working on his Podracer alone, ostracized by the other kids even on Tatooine, and he isn't so sure. Sometimes it feels like he's always been alone.
He wins - or gets the highest marks, anyway - for his age division in Individual Starfighter Piloting (no surprise there), Individual Lightsaber Combat (it's a close call, and the marks almost go to Ferus in the final round), and (he thinks this one surprises his master, which makes it his favorite of them all) Sustained Moving Mediation. His team - led by Bariss Offee, who's a couple of years older - comes in third in Force-enhanced Gymnastics, and Anakin can feel some pride about that (privately, anyway) because he knows he and Bariss together carried the rest of the team. It's nothing to sneeze at, hauling the others along through their mediocre performances. There's a mathematics division, and normally Anakin is good at equations - they're like machines, really; you just have to put the right parts in the right places - but he doesn't win anything there, not even for the team exercise in manually plotting hyperspace routes, even though he knows it's the right answer, because he can't prove it.
He faces off against Ryn a surprising number of times, mostly because he and Ferus are often team captains, and every time there's a choice, Ferus tries to pick her first. Anakin finds this annoying - what business is it of his, anyway? she's his best friend - until he realizes that when Ferus doesn't pick Ryn, nobody does. She's even more of a stranger here than Anakin, and her connection to the Force is shaky at best, so nobody wants to take a chance on her.
Anakin picks her as an alternate for the hurdle relay and leaves her on the bench as the team comes in second place without her. She doesn't say anything, but he sees the rebuke in her eyes, and then she signs up for the cross-country endurance run, 60 kilometers of uneven terrain.
She sets a new Temple record and sprains her ankle, and Ferus bows out of Individual Lightsaber Forms to walk her to the infirmary.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Anakin asks her as they pass by, and Ryn shakes her head without meeting his eyes.
"Go make your next session," she mutters tiredly. "I'll be fine."
He wins, but it's not fine.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: Barracks Blues
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: Muuns
Word Count: ~150
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, OC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Obi-Wan analyzes the political situation from the bottom of a bottle.
Author's Notes: I can't really explain why drunk!Obi is one of my favorite things. He just is. Accept it, okay? *gigglesnort*
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"It's the Muuns," Obi-Wan ways, and that seems a little opaque, so his two young friends lean back and look at him inquiringly.
"In the Confederacy," he expounds, and Anakin and Ryn exchange looks before nodding uncertainly. "If the Muuns could be persuaded to return to the Republic …"
This precipitates another exchange of looks. "I don't think so," Ryn says carefully, casting a wary eye at the glass in his hands. "The Confederacy could lose pretty much anything but Count Dooku at this point and keep going."
Anakin is trying, with his usual appalling lack of subtlety, to ease the bottle a little farther away. Obi-Wan lays one hand on top of it and his former apprentice surrenders, not happily.
A thought strikes him; Obi-Wan wraps his fingers around the neck of the bottle and hoists it for emphasis.
"It's the Muuns," he asserts aggressively.
Anakin looks at Ryn, who shrugs in an all-too-familiar gesture: you've got me.
"Of course it is, Master," he says, and takes the bottle away to pour again.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: Interior Decorating
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: heritage
Word Count: ~ 250
Characters: Han, Luke, Leia, Jacen
Rating: PG
Summary: We've all inherited things we don't want anymore...
Author's Notes: Yeah. I did this. I'm not even sorry …
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"Of course we love it," Leia insists inexorably. "We have to. It's part of our heritage."
Han regards the fantastically ugly statuette in the middle of his dining room table with a critical eye and a lot of misgiving. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Leia's tone is politely scandalized, which doesn't bode all that well for where this conversation might be heading. "It used to sit in Minister Areilles' apartments, in the grand hall, just beneath the portrait of - well, I'm not sure of her name, exactly, but she -"
"No," says Han, interrupting at considerable risk to life and limb because this sort of thing can take all day to sort out and it's beside the point, anyway. "I mean, are you sure that means we have to love it?"
"What?" Leia actually stamps her foot at this challenge (not that Han is brave enough to point this out; discretion is pretty nearly always smarter than valor, and he's used up his quota of that for the day, anyway). "How can you even say that? It's part of our -"
"Because I've seen it," Han says reasonably, and Jacen's gurgling laughter rides over Luke's low chuckle, lending color to Leia's apoplectic silence.
"Give it up," his brother-in-law suggests amiably. "Just look at it, Leia."
More tractable to her brother's wishes than her husband's, Leia turns to examine it again.
"I -" she begins, and then trails off, reaching out to touch it with an uncertain finger. "Oh, dear."
The five of them end up in the floor, laughing.
Title: High Marks in Relationality
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: Cin Drallig
Word Count: ~530
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Ferus Olin, Obi-Wan Kenobi, mention of Cin Drallig (obviously)
Rating: PG
Summary: He wins, but it's not fine.
Author's Notes: Whew! Still racing to get caught up, because, um … real life sucks? Blanket statement for all three fics here: I do not own Star Wars, okay?. But I am having an awesome time with these prompts! :)
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Cin Drallig oversees the Testing Games, a sort of friendly competition intended to establish and enhance Jedi standards of fitness and combat training. Obi-Wan insists it isn't really a competition at all, Anakin just turns everything into one. But there are teams, and records to be set, recognition to be won.
"Looks like a competition to me," Anakin says cheerfully, and throws himself into the pursuit of glory.
He's better at the individual events than those that require teamwork, especially with other Padawans. Obi-Wan insists, again, that this is because he needs to learn to curb his own selfish impulses - and his arrogance - and focus on working with others. But Anakin remembers working on his Podracer alone, ostracized by the other kids even on Tatooine, and he isn't so sure. Sometimes it feels like he's always been alone.
He wins - or gets the highest marks, anyway - for his age division in Individual Starfighter Piloting (no surprise there), Individual Lightsaber Combat (it's a close call, and the marks almost go to Ferus in the final round), and (he thinks this one surprises his master, which makes it his favorite of them all) Sustained Moving Mediation. His team - led by Bariss Offee, who's a couple of years older - comes in third in Force-enhanced Gymnastics, and Anakin can feel some pride about that (privately, anyway) because he knows he and Bariss together carried the rest of the team. It's nothing to sneeze at, hauling the others along through their mediocre performances. There's a mathematics division, and normally Anakin is good at equations - they're like machines, really; you just have to put the right parts in the right places - but he doesn't win anything there, not even for the team exercise in manually plotting hyperspace routes, even though he knows it's the right answer, because he can't prove it.
He faces off against Ryn a surprising number of times, mostly because he and Ferus are often team captains, and every time there's a choice, Ferus tries to pick her first. Anakin finds this annoying - what business is it of his, anyway? she's his best friend - until he realizes that when Ferus doesn't pick Ryn, nobody does. She's even more of a stranger here than Anakin, and her connection to the Force is shaky at best, so nobody wants to take a chance on her.
Anakin picks her as an alternate for the hurdle relay and leaves her on the bench as the team comes in second place without her. She doesn't say anything, but he sees the rebuke in her eyes, and then she signs up for the cross-country endurance run, 60 kilometers of uneven terrain.
She sets a new Temple record and sprains her ankle, and Ferus bows out of Individual Lightsaber Forms to walk her to the infirmary.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Anakin asks her as they pass by, and Ryn shakes her head without meeting his eyes.
"Go make your next session," she mutters tiredly. "I'll be fine."
He wins, but it's not fine.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: Barracks Blues
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: Muuns
Word Count: ~150
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, OC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Obi-Wan analyzes the political situation from the bottom of a bottle.
Author's Notes: I can't really explain why drunk!Obi is one of my favorite things. He just is. Accept it, okay? *gigglesnort*
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"It's the Muuns," Obi-Wan ways, and that seems a little opaque, so his two young friends lean back and look at him inquiringly.
"In the Confederacy," he expounds, and Anakin and Ryn exchange looks before nodding uncertainly. "If the Muuns could be persuaded to return to the Republic …"
This precipitates another exchange of looks. "I don't think so," Ryn says carefully, casting a wary eye at the glass in his hands. "The Confederacy could lose pretty much anything but Count Dooku at this point and keep going."
Anakin is trying, with his usual appalling lack of subtlety, to ease the bottle a little farther away. Obi-Wan lays one hand on top of it and his former apprentice surrenders, not happily.
A thought strikes him; Obi-Wan wraps his fingers around the neck of the bottle and hoists it for emphasis.
"It's the Muuns," he asserts aggressively.
Anakin looks at Ryn, who shrugs in an all-too-familiar gesture: you've got me.
"Of course it is, Master," he says, and takes the bottle away to pour again.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: Interior Decorating
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: heritage
Word Count: ~ 250
Characters: Han, Luke, Leia, Jacen
Rating: PG
Summary: We've all inherited things we don't want anymore...
Author's Notes: Yeah. I did this. I'm not even sorry …
*
"Of course we love it," Leia insists inexorably. "We have to. It's part of our heritage."
Han regards the fantastically ugly statuette in the middle of his dining room table with a critical eye and a lot of misgiving. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Leia's tone is politely scandalized, which doesn't bode all that well for where this conversation might be heading. "It used to sit in Minister Areilles' apartments, in the grand hall, just beneath the portrait of - well, I'm not sure of her name, exactly, but she -"
"No," says Han, interrupting at considerable risk to life and limb because this sort of thing can take all day to sort out and it's beside the point, anyway. "I mean, are you sure that means we have to love it?"
"What?" Leia actually stamps her foot at this challenge (not that Han is brave enough to point this out; discretion is pretty nearly always smarter than valor, and he's used up his quota of that for the day, anyway). "How can you even say that? It's part of our -"
"Because I've seen it," Han says reasonably, and Jacen's gurgling laughter rides over Luke's low chuckle, lending color to Leia's apoplectic silence.
"Give it up," his brother-in-law suggests amiably. "Just look at it, Leia."
More tractable to her brother's wishes than her husband's, Leia turns to examine it again.
"I -" she begins, and then trails off, reaching out to touch it with an uncertain finger. "Oh, dear."
The five of them end up in the floor, laughing.