Well hello everyone! I'm back a bit sooner than I thought but I got this
idea a few days ago and it kept on bugging me until I finally wrote the
first chapter today. It's a little different from what I've done before,
maybe a little darker but I'm hoping you guys will love it. As you may
have guessed this one is not part of my Obidala series but it is an Obidala
story.
As the title suggests, I took a tiny bit of inspiration from the film but I haven't seen it for ages and as this is star wars don't expect it to stay too closely to it. Just the basic plot.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't make any money from it so be a good boy and don't sue me Mr Lucas.
Summary: Its almost a year into the clone wars, Anakin, Padme and Obi-Wan have been captured by Count Dooku and an indecent proposal is their only hope of freedom. Warning Obidala.
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An Indecent Proposal
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His body involuntarily shivered for what felt like the thousandth time as yet another chill went down his spine.
His impatient, over active, body protested again against the tight confinement it had been placed within.
His back ached beyond reason, his muscles stiff from the awkward position he'd kept his body in for......... force knows how long.
It was finally time to admit that meditation was out of the question, there was just no way he was going to find his centre while his mind raced with so many thoughts and his body pumped with unused adrenaline.
Stretching out the aches and pains he slowly laid his lanky body out on the damp floor, the soles of his feet coming into contact with the rough stone cold wall as his legs straightened fully, causing him to flinch slightly from the sharp change in temperature.
He cursed himself again, how many more times was that going to happen?
He hated not being able to see the cell that currently encompassed him, but there was no escaping the darkness that surrounded him.
No hope of the light breaking through to bring back some kind of clarification of what his life had become.
Time, it seemed, had ceased to exist since their capture.
How long had it been now?
Was it hours, days, weeks or months?
He couldn't be sure.
Rational thought told him that it couldn't be any more than a few days, maybe a week, but here in the darkness rational thought was elusive.
It was at times like this that he wished he could be more like his Master, something told him that Obi-Wan was probably having no trouble coping with the hellish conditions.
He found both admiration and resentment fill him as he thought of the man who was like a father to him.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, the perfect Jedi.
Anakin berated himself for thinking of his mentor in such a venomous way.
He put it down to the prolonged exposure to the shadowy environment he found himself in, but buried deep down within him, he knew that part of him couldn't help but be resentful of the perfect example his Master painted.
He wished he could feel Obi-Wan in his mind but thanks to the force collar he, and no doubt his Master, wore their bond was blocked.
Despite what he sometimes thought of his Master, his presence was calming in situations like this.
He longed for some kind of advice of how to settle his troubled mind.
Anakin knew that when Obi-Wan had been a Padawan he'd been in this type of situation more than once and been tortured along with it.
He guessed that he should be thankful that so far nothing like that was going to happen this time.
But then, how could he be sure that that wasn't happening now?
All he knew was that it wasn't happening to him.
For all he knew his Master could already be dead, or worse still she could be..........
Anger filled his veins as the thought of her death entered his mind.
If they'd so much as lain a finger on her he swore he'd kill them the moment he had the chance.
There was no telling how these savages would treat a woman.
The image of his exhausted mother flashed through his mind, he made his hands into fists as he remembered the painful event of her death.
He should have gotten to her sooner.
If Obi-Wan had let him explore deeper why he'd been dreaming of her when it first occurred then he was sure he could have saved her.
For a moment he couldn't control the anger that was now coursing through him and he lashed out, punching into the solid wall of his cell.
He relished the feeling pain brought.
He couldn't see any blood but he knew that he'd cut his knuckles open but that only brought him more satisfaction.
Slowly his body somewhat calmed as he pictured his wife, his angel.
She was probably scared stiff, all alone in her cell, no doubt crying out for him to come rescue her.
She'd most likely never been held like this before, not even when they were held on Geneosis.
What kind of a husband was he to let his wife be treated like this?
He was going to be a Jedi, the most powerful Jedi in history; he should be able to protect those that he loved.
How had he let this happen?
If only she would listen to him and leave the Senate.
She didn't belong there anymore, not when the Senate was growing more and more dangerous everyday, not now that she was married.
Well this was the final straw; she would have to listen to him now.
Once he got them out of this he would demand she step down.
He would no longer allow her to put herself in so much danger, not now that she was his wife.
Not that he could refer to her as such in public, which he hated more than anything.
Damn the code!
He was the chosen one for force's sake!
He should be allowed to take a wife.
He became increasingly agitated with the unfairness of it all, his hand unclenching and clenching as he let himself be ruled by his emotions.
Silence was broken by the painful screeching of the door to his cell scraping across the damp concrete floor as it was pushed open.
In the blink of an eye he was on his feet, ready to fight off anything that came at him.
He'd hoped that with the door open light would flood the room but to his disappointment everything remained pitch black.
He couldn't see a thing and with the force collar around his neck he couldn't use the force to let him know what was about to happen.
His eyes played tricks on him in the dark, his mind imagining different objects coming into his cell.
Fear crept in, his breathing quickening in anticipation.
He couldn't concentrate and he never noticed the two figures that crept to within inches of him.
He never knew they were there until their electro-spike rods were jabbed into his body, causing him to fall to the ground and cry out in pain.
Once on the floor he was set upon by two more figures, wrestling with him until they had him cuffed and blindfolded.
Anakin continued to struggle with his assailants until they finally had enough and saw fit to knock him unconscious.
Tbc.........
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Ok now you guys should know if you've read my other stuff that I don't consider Padme to be a weak character but hey this is Anakin's mind. By this time he's already on his way on the bad path and I'm trying to push his possessiveness. So have no fear, I don't write a weak Padme. I hope you like what I've done so far. I don't know for sure when I'll update. It could very well be tomorrow. So keep an eye out. Please Review! Thanks, Sassy.
As the title suggests, I took a tiny bit of inspiration from the film but I haven't seen it for ages and as this is star wars don't expect it to stay too closely to it. Just the basic plot.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't make any money from it so be a good boy and don't sue me Mr Lucas.
Summary: Its almost a year into the clone wars, Anakin, Padme and Obi-Wan have been captured by Count Dooku and an indecent proposal is their only hope of freedom. Warning Obidala.
...................................................................................................
An Indecent Proposal
....................................................................................................
His body involuntarily shivered for what felt like the thousandth time as yet another chill went down his spine.
His impatient, over active, body protested again against the tight confinement it had been placed within.
His back ached beyond reason, his muscles stiff from the awkward position he'd kept his body in for......... force knows how long.
It was finally time to admit that meditation was out of the question, there was just no way he was going to find his centre while his mind raced with so many thoughts and his body pumped with unused adrenaline.
Stretching out the aches and pains he slowly laid his lanky body out on the damp floor, the soles of his feet coming into contact with the rough stone cold wall as his legs straightened fully, causing him to flinch slightly from the sharp change in temperature.
He cursed himself again, how many more times was that going to happen?
He hated not being able to see the cell that currently encompassed him, but there was no escaping the darkness that surrounded him.
No hope of the light breaking through to bring back some kind of clarification of what his life had become.
Time, it seemed, had ceased to exist since their capture.
How long had it been now?
Was it hours, days, weeks or months?
He couldn't be sure.
Rational thought told him that it couldn't be any more than a few days, maybe a week, but here in the darkness rational thought was elusive.
It was at times like this that he wished he could be more like his Master, something told him that Obi-Wan was probably having no trouble coping with the hellish conditions.
He found both admiration and resentment fill him as he thought of the man who was like a father to him.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, the perfect Jedi.
Anakin berated himself for thinking of his mentor in such a venomous way.
He put it down to the prolonged exposure to the shadowy environment he found himself in, but buried deep down within him, he knew that part of him couldn't help but be resentful of the perfect example his Master painted.
He wished he could feel Obi-Wan in his mind but thanks to the force collar he, and no doubt his Master, wore their bond was blocked.
Despite what he sometimes thought of his Master, his presence was calming in situations like this.
He longed for some kind of advice of how to settle his troubled mind.
Anakin knew that when Obi-Wan had been a Padawan he'd been in this type of situation more than once and been tortured along with it.
He guessed that he should be thankful that so far nothing like that was going to happen this time.
But then, how could he be sure that that wasn't happening now?
All he knew was that it wasn't happening to him.
For all he knew his Master could already be dead, or worse still she could be..........
Anger filled his veins as the thought of her death entered his mind.
If they'd so much as lain a finger on her he swore he'd kill them the moment he had the chance.
There was no telling how these savages would treat a woman.
The image of his exhausted mother flashed through his mind, he made his hands into fists as he remembered the painful event of her death.
He should have gotten to her sooner.
If Obi-Wan had let him explore deeper why he'd been dreaming of her when it first occurred then he was sure he could have saved her.
For a moment he couldn't control the anger that was now coursing through him and he lashed out, punching into the solid wall of his cell.
He relished the feeling pain brought.
He couldn't see any blood but he knew that he'd cut his knuckles open but that only brought him more satisfaction.
Slowly his body somewhat calmed as he pictured his wife, his angel.
She was probably scared stiff, all alone in her cell, no doubt crying out for him to come rescue her.
She'd most likely never been held like this before, not even when they were held on Geneosis.
What kind of a husband was he to let his wife be treated like this?
He was going to be a Jedi, the most powerful Jedi in history; he should be able to protect those that he loved.
How had he let this happen?
If only she would listen to him and leave the Senate.
She didn't belong there anymore, not when the Senate was growing more and more dangerous everyday, not now that she was married.
Well this was the final straw; she would have to listen to him now.
Once he got them out of this he would demand she step down.
He would no longer allow her to put herself in so much danger, not now that she was his wife.
Not that he could refer to her as such in public, which he hated more than anything.
Damn the code!
He was the chosen one for force's sake!
He should be allowed to take a wife.
He became increasingly agitated with the unfairness of it all, his hand unclenching and clenching as he let himself be ruled by his emotions.
Silence was broken by the painful screeching of the door to his cell scraping across the damp concrete floor as it was pushed open.
In the blink of an eye he was on his feet, ready to fight off anything that came at him.
He'd hoped that with the door open light would flood the room but to his disappointment everything remained pitch black.
He couldn't see a thing and with the force collar around his neck he couldn't use the force to let him know what was about to happen.
His eyes played tricks on him in the dark, his mind imagining different objects coming into his cell.
Fear crept in, his breathing quickening in anticipation.
He couldn't concentrate and he never noticed the two figures that crept to within inches of him.
He never knew they were there until their electro-spike rods were jabbed into his body, causing him to fall to the ground and cry out in pain.
Once on the floor he was set upon by two more figures, wrestling with him until they had him cuffed and blindfolded.
Anakin continued to struggle with his assailants until they finally had enough and saw fit to knock him unconscious.
Tbc.........
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Ok now you guys should know if you've read my other stuff that I don't consider Padme to be a weak character but hey this is Anakin's mind. By this time he's already on his way on the bad path and I'm trying to push his possessiveness. So have no fear, I don't write a weak Padme. I hope you like what I've done so far. I don't know for sure when I'll update. It could very well be tomorrow. So keep an eye out. Please Review! Thanks, Sassy.