8 answers to challenge prompts …
Yikes! So … I finished these up last night, and then fell asleep before I could get them posted. Since there's no new challenge up yet, I'm assuming it's okay to go ahead and post them … but if it isn't, Deb, just let me know and I'll take down the entry. Anyway, I'm so glad to have had the chance to do the mininano again this year! It was so much fun! :)
Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: playing house
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: domestic
Word Count: 228
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They don't really get to be domestic together, even when he's home.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not.
[playing house]
They don’t really get to be domestic together, even when he’s home. Padmé’s handmaid - just one, now that she’s a Senator - or C-3PO handle most of the basic household tasks. Anakin would be glad to fix leaky faucets or unclog drains - and do something, finally, about that off-tone whine in the garbage disposal - but the landlord has repairmen for that sort of thing and Padmé always calls them first.
Anakin has skills around the house, but he never gets to use them.
It’s not that he minds spending his precious hours on Coruscant in bed with his forbidden wife, learning her body all over again every time. He’ll never get tired of loving her; he never even gets enough of the taste of her skin on his lips. But the way he does no chores in her apartment and never picks up the groceries and rarely even brings a change of clothing ... it all reminds him that they won’t really be a family until this war is over and he can defy the Council and live with her openly.
Padmé reminds him that she doesn’t really do chores here, either, and Anakin just thinks: This has to change.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: like a fatherless child
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: eunuch
Word Count: 548
Characters: Darth Vader, four OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He never fathered that child.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[like a fatherless child]
“My lord, she is claiming the child ... is yours.” The young officer’s throat works convulsively as he struggles to share this information.
Lord Vader eyes him coldly. “She is mistaken. Please tell her so.”
“My lord?” The officer’s hands twitch nervously. “I - I - yes, Lord Vader.”
He flees.
Behind the desk, his sometime assistant speaks without glancing up. “Terrorizing the help? That seems like a misuse of energy.”
“Surely you don’t believe that nonsense!” Vader accosts her, in no mood to be put off by her particular brand of irreverent humor.
“What, that that baby is yours? Of course not. But it’s not young Emril’s fault.” She signs something with a flourish she couldn’t have produced ten years ago and sets it to one side before pulling another stack of documents toward her.
“I tell you, I did not father a child with that ... that ... harpy!”
“I know you didn’t.”
Vader rounds on her with a swirl of his cloak, glad to have a vent for his fury at last. “Why?” he demands instantly. “Because I’m as good as a eunuch, trapped in this ... travesty?”
The ends of his sentences fail him when he’s angry.
“Well, that,” his attaché agrees, blithely unconcerned with his temper, “and I can’t imagine anyone less likely to catch your eye.” She reaches for her mug of caf, frowning in annoyance when Vader dashes it out of her hand with a quick twist of the Force. “Besides,” she continues, mopping up the spill with a handful of napkins, “I talked to her in the hallway. She’s just upset because she doesn’t know who the father is, and her lover has left her.”
“She ...” Vader rumbles ominously “... what?”
“It’s a bold play.” His assistant crumples the soaked napkins into a wad and tosses them at the wastebasket across the room. “I gather she was gambling that you would pay well to avoid the scandal. And I doubt she had many other options.” She leans back in her chair, looking up at him with a shadow of her old grin, and Vader feels something clench around all the wires in his ruined chest. It hurts, more than it should. “I think she was hoping you would be very anxious to keep your beautiful young secretary from suspecting you of infidelity.”
“My -” Vader cuts himself off sharply “You are not my beautiful young secretary.”
The beautiful young secretary grins wider. “She doesn’t know my real age,” she offers, and then bursts out laughing at his outrage, almost as though she could see the look on his face.
“Your impudence will not be tolerated,” Vader warns her stiffly.
“My impudence is part of my charm,” she informs him airily; but there’s a rueful edge to her smile, now. She tilts her head to one side, regarding him with tired affection. “You want me to take care of it? Your alleged paramour and her misbegotten offspring?”
Vader stares at her for a moment. “No. I will deal with them myself.”
He turns to leave, but her voice catches him at the door: “Lord Vader. That woman has been a victim of our war. Whether she continues to be so is up to you.”
He tells himself not to look back.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: object of her desire
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: injury
Word Count: 195
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Queen Miraj Scintel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He hadn't thought about why she'd want him in her bed.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[object of her desire]
He has never been a vain man. Arrogant, maybe, in his abilities as a pilot or a warrior or even (these days) as a lover - but that’s a pride of accomplishment, in hard work and a job well done. It’s earned; he doesn’t waste time in idle boasting.
His looks aren’t earned, and he tends not to think much about them.
So when the red-haired Zygerrian woman reaches out to stroke his cheek and purr over what a remarkable catch he is, Anakin at first assumes she’s talking about his physical strength (he’s tough; he proved that on her guards tonight) or maybe his skills (they’ve already catalogued those, before bringing him to her chamber). It’s not until she fingers the scar next to his mouth for the third time and asks, “What was the injury?” that he begins to grasp that she’s assessing him for an entirely different kind of service.
“Lightsaber,” he says without thinking, and she melts against him so he has to catch her by the shoulders to keep her from actually snuggling him upright.
The mission gets a lot more complicated after that.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: make your own magic
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: feast
Word Count: 263
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, others.
Rating: PG
Summary: It would have been the longest night of the year on her home continent.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[make your own magic]
It would have been the longest night of the year on Ryn’s home continent, celebrated by a sort of feast she describes as a “festival of lights” - lighting fires everywhere to drive away the darkness and sitting up all night around them, telling stories to mark the turn of the year - laughing and singing and dancing in a primitive display of exuberant merrymaking.
They can’t have that on Coruscant, of course. For one thing, making fires is illegal. For another, what would they burn? But this year, sensing his young friend’s homesickness, Obi-Wan makes a special effort. He rigs lamps in a corner of the arboretum to flicker instead of burning at a constant rate of illumination; he orders several varieties of unhealthy food from Dex’s; and he rousts out a motley compendium of allies to partake of a makeshift ritual feast.
There is Anakin, of course; and Ferus Olin and Siri Tachi; Ry Gaul comes, kind-eyed but silent, and brings his apprentice Tru; Cin Drallig comes, with an encouraging smile for one of his favorite pupils; and last and strangest of all, Jedi Grandmaster Yoda, who comes hobbling in just as the others are sitting down to eat and regales them, over their picnic, with tales of a similar festival long ago, in his childhood, on a world he’d visited as a Padawan.
It’s summer in the Temple District, and it’s never really night on Coruscant anywhere; but they do tell stories, and for a few shining hours, snatched from the forward hurtle of their lives, it feels pretty good.
Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: besetting
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: gluttony
Word Count: 326
Characters: Orn Free Taa, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Luminaru Unduli
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They're getting everything they need.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[besetting]
Gluttony, of course, is Orn Free Taa’s besetting sin. At least, it’s the most obvious of his many faults. But his appetites aren’t restricted solely to edible things; one glance at his office, staffed almost entirely by young Twi’Lek females, is testimony to that.
It’s not that the women seem to be in any particular danger of abuse. That is, Obi-Wan can’t sense any special unhappiness coming from them; they mostly feel vacant, sort of vague, when he focuses on their minds. Maybe they’re just not very intelligent, or it’s possible that they are taking some sort of drug to make them more quiescent. But there is no evidence anywhere that they are unwilling, and without it, his hands - and the Senate’s - are tied.
It makes Padmé furious, of course.
“Just ... look at them, Obi-Wan!” she will say, any time she gets an opportunity (and sometimes when she doesn’t). “They can’t possibly be happy like that. No woman could be.”
Obi-Wan is not so sure about that. Padmé couldn’t be, but it is far from obvious that Padmé is an adequate barometer of what women in general or the staffers in Orn Free Taa’s office in particular might feel on any given subject.
He tries, once, to suggest casually to Aayla Secura the idea of going undercover in his office, just to get a better reading on the situation. She looks at him as though he’s lost his mind, and on further reflection, Obi-Wan has to concede that it might not have been the most sensitive request.
In the end he talks Luminara Unduli into taking a look around for him, but then she comes back, all can get out of her is a dreamy smile and the assurance that the staffers are certainly getting their needs met.
Oh, and a plate of leftovers.
Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: help wanted
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: green
Word Count: 225
Characters: Lando Calrissian
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Good help is hard to find.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[help wanted]
The only thing that grows green on Tatooine is the loose brotherhood of Rodian smugglers and bounty hunters. Those you can get for falling off a log - if there were any logs, which of course there aren’t. But the question is: why would you want one?”
A Rodian, that is, not a log.
It’s a damn good question, too, and Lando has been asking it of himself and his drink for several hours, with no very noticeable results except that the naked Rodian dancer onstage does look a lot better after he’s had a few.
He’d thought the drink talked back one time, but that turned out to be the angry Falleen in the next booth, trying to sell bad blasters to worse Gamorreans.
And yet: someone most emphatically does want a Rodian. The Empire, in fact, suddenly wants at least one, very badly.
The classified ads scrolling to one side of the stage say so: “WANTED: ONE RODIAN WITH COMBAT AND PILOTING EXPERTISE, OWN SHIP PREFERRED. POSITION AVAILABLE IMMEDIATELY. COMPETITIVE PAY, BENEFITS.” The contact com code is for an Imperial requisitions office, or so New Republic Intel swears.
That’s a good enough reason (or so Han had said) for Lando to get there first- but why did it have to be Tatooine?
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: take him home tonight
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: abandon
Word Count: 249
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Queen is going to think she's an abandoned woman.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[take him home tonight]
The Queen is going to think she’s an abandoned woman.
Padmé knows what the phrase means, but she has never really understood; an abandoned woman is usually one who has somebody, a man who has not (or at least, not yet) abandoned her at all. Maybe it has something to do with that other expression, make love with abandon - but that one doesn’t make much more sense. Padmé finds it surprisingly apt anyway, for the way Anakin makes her feel sometimes - loose, distracted, lost in the moment and in him.
That’s how they got this baby.
There is no question of staying on as a Senator. On Naboo, women in public service are expected to be absolutely pure, beyond any shadow of prurience; that’s why so many of them are so young. They leave office and retire from public life as the desire for a home and family takes over. (That’s the clean version; Padmé knows now what it took Anakin to help her discover, that “home and family” is just a polite cover for some other, more dangerous yearning.)
It’s hard to see herself as a fallen woman - until Anakin came along, she never grasped why a dedicated politician would sacrifice her place and her principles for messy passion.
Now she knows. But it’s hard to admit herself an abandoned woman before the Queen.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: traveler's guide
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: hallucinate
Word Count: 161
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Rating: PG
Summary: That business on Cato Neimoidia.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not! But finish 28 out of 30 prompts I did! … and then fell asleep.
“The spores of the fungal delicacy on which Neimoidian grubs feed can cause humans, Twi’leks, and certain other genomic groups to hallucinate, if exposure occurs in sufficient quantities. Such occurrences are rare, both because of the relatively restricted tourist industry on Cato Neimoidia (limiting the number of visitors who could potentially come into contact with the spores) and because comparatively little of the fungus is shipped offworld untreated. By far the greatest quantity of it is ground to mush with enzymes and fed to the developing Neimoidian larvae ...”
Obi-Wan sighs and shakes his head. “And this is the stuff from which you supposedly rescued me from.”
Anakin’s grin is smug and affectionate and almost real. “No ‘supposedly’ about it, Master. It counts.”
Obi-Wan pushes the datareader away and gives his former apprentice a fulminating look. “you want credit for saving me from a fungus?”
“... It was hallucinogenic, Master.”
Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: playing house
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: domestic
Word Count: 228
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They don't really get to be domestic together, even when he's home.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not.
[playing house]
They don’t really get to be domestic together, even when he’s home. Padmé’s handmaid - just one, now that she’s a Senator - or C-3PO handle most of the basic household tasks. Anakin would be glad to fix leaky faucets or unclog drains - and do something, finally, about that off-tone whine in the garbage disposal - but the landlord has repairmen for that sort of thing and Padmé always calls them first.
Anakin has skills around the house, but he never gets to use them.
It’s not that he minds spending his precious hours on Coruscant in bed with his forbidden wife, learning her body all over again every time. He’ll never get tired of loving her; he never even gets enough of the taste of her skin on his lips. But the way he does no chores in her apartment and never picks up the groceries and rarely even brings a change of clothing ... it all reminds him that they won’t really be a family until this war is over and he can defy the Council and live with her openly.
Padmé reminds him that she doesn’t really do chores here, either, and Anakin just thinks: This has to change.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: like a fatherless child
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: eunuch
Word Count: 548
Characters: Darth Vader, four OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He never fathered that child.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[like a fatherless child]
“My lord, she is claiming the child ... is yours.” The young officer’s throat works convulsively as he struggles to share this information.
Lord Vader eyes him coldly. “She is mistaken. Please tell her so.”
“My lord?” The officer’s hands twitch nervously. “I - I - yes, Lord Vader.”
He flees.
Behind the desk, his sometime assistant speaks without glancing up. “Terrorizing the help? That seems like a misuse of energy.”
“Surely you don’t believe that nonsense!” Vader accosts her, in no mood to be put off by her particular brand of irreverent humor.
“What, that that baby is yours? Of course not. But it’s not young Emril’s fault.” She signs something with a flourish she couldn’t have produced ten years ago and sets it to one side before pulling another stack of documents toward her.
“I tell you, I did not father a child with that ... that ... harpy!”
“I know you didn’t.”
Vader rounds on her with a swirl of his cloak, glad to have a vent for his fury at last. “Why?” he demands instantly. “Because I’m as good as a eunuch, trapped in this ... travesty?”
The ends of his sentences fail him when he’s angry.
“Well, that,” his attaché agrees, blithely unconcerned with his temper, “and I can’t imagine anyone less likely to catch your eye.” She reaches for her mug of caf, frowning in annoyance when Vader dashes it out of her hand with a quick twist of the Force. “Besides,” she continues, mopping up the spill with a handful of napkins, “I talked to her in the hallway. She’s just upset because she doesn’t know who the father is, and her lover has left her.”
“She ...” Vader rumbles ominously “... what?”
“It’s a bold play.” His assistant crumples the soaked napkins into a wad and tosses them at the wastebasket across the room. “I gather she was gambling that you would pay well to avoid the scandal. And I doubt she had many other options.” She leans back in her chair, looking up at him with a shadow of her old grin, and Vader feels something clench around all the wires in his ruined chest. It hurts, more than it should. “I think she was hoping you would be very anxious to keep your beautiful young secretary from suspecting you of infidelity.”
“My -” Vader cuts himself off sharply “You are not my beautiful young secretary.”
The beautiful young secretary grins wider. “She doesn’t know my real age,” she offers, and then bursts out laughing at his outrage, almost as though she could see the look on his face.
“Your impudence will not be tolerated,” Vader warns her stiffly.
“My impudence is part of my charm,” she informs him airily; but there’s a rueful edge to her smile, now. She tilts her head to one side, regarding him with tired affection. “You want me to take care of it? Your alleged paramour and her misbegotten offspring?”
Vader stares at her for a moment. “No. I will deal with them myself.”
He turns to leave, but her voice catches him at the door: “Lord Vader. That woman has been a victim of our war. Whether she continues to be so is up to you.”
He tells himself not to look back.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: object of her desire
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: injury
Word Count: 195
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Queen Miraj Scintel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He hadn't thought about why she'd want him in her bed.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[object of her desire]
He has never been a vain man. Arrogant, maybe, in his abilities as a pilot or a warrior or even (these days) as a lover - but that’s a pride of accomplishment, in hard work and a job well done. It’s earned; he doesn’t waste time in idle boasting.
His looks aren’t earned, and he tends not to think much about them.
So when the red-haired Zygerrian woman reaches out to stroke his cheek and purr over what a remarkable catch he is, Anakin at first assumes she’s talking about his physical strength (he’s tough; he proved that on her guards tonight) or maybe his skills (they’ve already catalogued those, before bringing him to her chamber). It’s not until she fingers the scar next to his mouth for the third time and asks, “What was the injury?” that he begins to grasp that she’s assessing him for an entirely different kind of service.
“Lightsaber,” he says without thinking, and she melts against him so he has to catch her by the shoulders to keep her from actually snuggling him upright.
The mission gets a lot more complicated after that.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: make your own magic
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: feast
Word Count: 263
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, others.
Rating: PG
Summary: It would have been the longest night of the year on her home continent.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[make your own magic]
It would have been the longest night of the year on Ryn’s home continent, celebrated by a sort of feast she describes as a “festival of lights” - lighting fires everywhere to drive away the darkness and sitting up all night around them, telling stories to mark the turn of the year - laughing and singing and dancing in a primitive display of exuberant merrymaking.
They can’t have that on Coruscant, of course. For one thing, making fires is illegal. For another, what would they burn? But this year, sensing his young friend’s homesickness, Obi-Wan makes a special effort. He rigs lamps in a corner of the arboretum to flicker instead of burning at a constant rate of illumination; he orders several varieties of unhealthy food from Dex’s; and he rousts out a motley compendium of allies to partake of a makeshift ritual feast.
There is Anakin, of course; and Ferus Olin and Siri Tachi; Ry Gaul comes, kind-eyed but silent, and brings his apprentice Tru; Cin Drallig comes, with an encouraging smile for one of his favorite pupils; and last and strangest of all, Jedi Grandmaster Yoda, who comes hobbling in just as the others are sitting down to eat and regales them, over their picnic, with tales of a similar festival long ago, in his childhood, on a world he’d visited as a Padawan.
It’s summer in the Temple District, and it’s never really night on Coruscant anywhere; but they do tell stories, and for a few shining hours, snatched from the forward hurtle of their lives, it feels pretty good.
Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: besetting
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: gluttony
Word Count: 326
Characters: Orn Free Taa, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Luminaru Unduli
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They're getting everything they need.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[besetting]
Gluttony, of course, is Orn Free Taa’s besetting sin. At least, it’s the most obvious of his many faults. But his appetites aren’t restricted solely to edible things; one glance at his office, staffed almost entirely by young Twi’Lek females, is testimony to that.
It’s not that the women seem to be in any particular danger of abuse. That is, Obi-Wan can’t sense any special unhappiness coming from them; they mostly feel vacant, sort of vague, when he focuses on their minds. Maybe they’re just not very intelligent, or it’s possible that they are taking some sort of drug to make them more quiescent. But there is no evidence anywhere that they are unwilling, and without it, his hands - and the Senate’s - are tied.
It makes Padmé furious, of course.
“Just ... look at them, Obi-Wan!” she will say, any time she gets an opportunity (and sometimes when she doesn’t). “They can’t possibly be happy like that. No woman could be.”
Obi-Wan is not so sure about that. Padmé couldn’t be, but it is far from obvious that Padmé is an adequate barometer of what women in general or the staffers in Orn Free Taa’s office in particular might feel on any given subject.
He tries, once, to suggest casually to Aayla Secura the idea of going undercover in his office, just to get a better reading on the situation. She looks at him as though he’s lost his mind, and on further reflection, Obi-Wan has to concede that it might not have been the most sensitive request.
In the end he talks Luminara Unduli into taking a look around for him, but then she comes back, all can get out of her is a dreamy smile and the assurance that the staffers are certainly getting their needs met.
Oh, and a plate of leftovers.
Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: help wanted
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: green
Word Count: 225
Characters: Lando Calrissian
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Good help is hard to find.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[help wanted]
The only thing that grows green on Tatooine is the loose brotherhood of Rodian smugglers and bounty hunters. Those you can get for falling off a log - if there were any logs, which of course there aren’t. But the question is: why would you want one?”
A Rodian, that is, not a log.
It’s a damn good question, too, and Lando has been asking it of himself and his drink for several hours, with no very noticeable results except that the naked Rodian dancer onstage does look a lot better after he’s had a few.
He’d thought the drink talked back one time, but that turned out to be the angry Falleen in the next booth, trying to sell bad blasters to worse Gamorreans.
And yet: someone most emphatically does want a Rodian. The Empire, in fact, suddenly wants at least one, very badly.
The classified ads scrolling to one side of the stage say so: “WANTED: ONE RODIAN WITH COMBAT AND PILOTING EXPERTISE, OWN SHIP PREFERRED. POSITION AVAILABLE IMMEDIATELY. COMPETITIVE PAY, BENEFITS.” The contact com code is for an Imperial requisitions office, or so New Republic Intel swears.
That’s a good enough reason (or so Han had said) for Lando to get there first- but why did it have to be Tatooine?
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: take him home tonight
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: abandon
Word Count: 249
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Queen is going to think she's an abandoned woman.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not!
[take him home tonight]
The Queen is going to think she’s an abandoned woman.
Padmé knows what the phrase means, but she has never really understood; an abandoned woman is usually one who has somebody, a man who has not (or at least, not yet) abandoned her at all. Maybe it has something to do with that other expression, make love with abandon - but that one doesn’t make much more sense. Padmé finds it surprisingly apt anyway, for the way Anakin makes her feel sometimes - loose, distracted, lost in the moment and in him.
That’s how they got this baby.
There is no question of staying on as a Senator. On Naboo, women in public service are expected to be absolutely pure, beyond any shadow of prurience; that’s why so many of them are so young. They leave office and retire from public life as the desire for a home and family takes over. (That’s the clean version; Padmé knows now what it took Anakin to help her discover, that “home and family” is just a polite cover for some other, more dangerous yearning.)
It’s hard to see herself as a fallen woman - until Anakin came along, she never grasped why a dedicated politician would sacrifice her place and her principles for messy passion.
Now she knows. But it’s hard to admit herself an abandoned woman before the Queen.
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Author: wyncatastrophe
Title: traveler's guide
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: hallucinate
Word Count: 161
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Rating: PG
Summary: That business on Cato Neimoidia.
Author's Notes: Own Star Wars, I do not! But finish 28 out of 30 prompts I did! … and then fell asleep.
“The spores of the fungal delicacy on which Neimoidian grubs feed can cause humans, Twi’leks, and certain other genomic groups to hallucinate, if exposure occurs in sufficient quantities. Such occurrences are rare, both because of the relatively restricted tourist industry on Cato Neimoidia (limiting the number of visitors who could potentially come into contact with the spores) and because comparatively little of the fungus is shipped offworld untreated. By far the greatest quantity of it is ground to mush with enzymes and fed to the developing Neimoidian larvae ...”
Obi-Wan sighs and shakes his head. “And this is the stuff from which you supposedly rescued me from.”
Anakin’s grin is smug and affectionate and almost real. “No ‘supposedly’ about it, Master. It counts.”
Obi-Wan pushes the datareader away and gives his former apprentice a fulminating look. “you want credit for saving me from a fungus?”
“... It was hallucinogenic, Master.”