Coming this July...
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seriousficSo I'm writing a story for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
thelittlebang, y'all. It's coming out in the first week of July and it's called Slay Wars Buffy the Jedi Knight: The Sith Seduction. It's about Buffy being a Jedi Knight, proving there is some truth in advertising. Faith is also there. Forecast indicates a 97% chance of shenanigans, with a chance of naughtiness. Here is a prologue/preview to the main story.
Buffy woke up the same way she had awoken for the past cycle. Her heart hammered like it was trying to break free. Her skin was thick with sweat. Her breath came in short, hard gasps.
A nightmare. Or something like it.
Knowing from bitter experience she wouldn’t be getting back to sleep, Buffy threw a Jedi robe over her pajamas and belted it shut. Careful not to awaken Satsu or another member of her Padawan class, she walked out of the sleep chamber.
She’d been having the dreams—Buffy couldn’t bring herself to call them nightmares, no matter how frightening they were—since she’d passed the Trials. She still hadn’t found an apartment; the Jedi Temple was booked solid. She wasn’t sure what the point was. Jedi kept their rooms spartan so others could live there while they were on assignment. Buffy could never call a place like that home.
The hallway she sought soared up several levels, each with balconies opening into its shade. The other side was open to the night, letting its cool breeze sooth Buffy like a mother’s touch. It was her favorite place in the Temple, especially when she could be alone. She didn’t know if it was the Force, but looking out at the city, something spoke to her. And it told her everything would be alright.
The Temple was never silent. Not all species kept the same sleep-hours as humans and they worked as tirelessly as their dayside counterparts. But it was quiet. The lights of Coruscant twinkled as if in contest with the stars and far in the distance, the entertainment district pulsed with light. Its nightclub music drifted along on the wind. She wondered what it was like for the people she protected, living their lives free of responsibility. What was it like to be just… a girl?
“Serene, isn’t it?” Jedi Master Gile Zz’purt said in his dulcet tone. An Ithorian, his dual voice boxes gave him a surprisingly clarion singing voice. “A republic flush with a thousand years of peace. And it’s up to us to see they enjoy a thousand more.”
“I’m only good for twenty, tops. After that, they are on their own.”
Gile vibrated with overlapping laughter. “Every little bit helps. But I don’t think it’s the future of the Republic that unsettles you.”
“Why should it? Nothing can take the Republic. Me, on the other hand…”
“Another dream?” Gile asked, pulling up a wicker chair.
“The same dream.” Buffy leaned against the balustrade, catching another snippet of blasting nightclub music. “It’s like she’s reaching out to me.”
“The Dark Side takes many forms,” Gile counseled. “A Jedi must be prepared for all of them.”
“But if this is the Dark Side, how does it feel so… right?”
Gile patted her on the shoulder. “I’m not really meant to tell you this, but the Council has found you a mission. One which I think will suit your skills perfectly. Get some rest. You’ll need it.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Buffy, you needn’t call me that anymore.”
“But I can?”
“You may.”
Buffy went back to meditate until mornings, knowing whatever sleep she got would be invaded by the dark woman with the sultry lips and the sad eyes. The woman who’d split her in half by being one half of her. Her chosen one. But chosen for what?
thelittlebang, y'all. It's coming out in the first week of July and it's called Buffy woke up the same way she had awoken for the past cycle. Her heart hammered like it was trying to break free. Her skin was thick with sweat. Her breath came in short, hard gasps.
A nightmare. Or something like it.
Knowing from bitter experience she wouldn’t be getting back to sleep, Buffy threw a Jedi robe over her pajamas and belted it shut. Careful not to awaken Satsu or another member of her Padawan class, she walked out of the sleep chamber.
She’d been having the dreams—Buffy couldn’t bring herself to call them nightmares, no matter how frightening they were—since she’d passed the Trials. She still hadn’t found an apartment; the Jedi Temple was booked solid. She wasn’t sure what the point was. Jedi kept their rooms spartan so others could live there while they were on assignment. Buffy could never call a place like that home.
The hallway she sought soared up several levels, each with balconies opening into its shade. The other side was open to the night, letting its cool breeze sooth Buffy like a mother’s touch. It was her favorite place in the Temple, especially when she could be alone. She didn’t know if it was the Force, but looking out at the city, something spoke to her. And it told her everything would be alright.
The Temple was never silent. Not all species kept the same sleep-hours as humans and they worked as tirelessly as their dayside counterparts. But it was quiet. The lights of Coruscant twinkled as if in contest with the stars and far in the distance, the entertainment district pulsed with light. Its nightclub music drifted along on the wind. She wondered what it was like for the people she protected, living their lives free of responsibility. What was it like to be just… a girl?
“Serene, isn’t it?” Jedi Master Gile Zz’purt said in his dulcet tone. An Ithorian, his dual voice boxes gave him a surprisingly clarion singing voice. “A republic flush with a thousand years of peace. And it’s up to us to see they enjoy a thousand more.”
“I’m only good for twenty, tops. After that, they are on their own.”
Gile vibrated with overlapping laughter. “Every little bit helps. But I don’t think it’s the future of the Republic that unsettles you.”
“Why should it? Nothing can take the Republic. Me, on the other hand…”
“Another dream?” Gile asked, pulling up a wicker chair.
“The same dream.” Buffy leaned against the balustrade, catching another snippet of blasting nightclub music. “It’s like she’s reaching out to me.”
“The Dark Side takes many forms,” Gile counseled. “A Jedi must be prepared for all of them.”
“But if this is the Dark Side, how does it feel so… right?”
Gile patted her on the shoulder. “I’m not really meant to tell you this, but the Council has found you a mission. One which I think will suit your skills perfectly. Get some rest. You’ll need it.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Buffy, you needn’t call me that anymore.”
“But I can?”
“You may.”
Buffy went back to meditate until mornings, knowing whatever sleep she got would be invaded by the dark woman with the sultry lips and the sad eyes. The woman who’d split her in half by being one half of her. Her chosen one. But chosen for what?
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Date: 2009-06-19 08:21 pm (UTC)Plus, Buffy/Faith. Yay.
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Date: 2009-06-20 01:04 pm (UTC)Exactly!
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Date: 2009-06-22 09:01 am (UTC)hopefully you don't belong on cheerreviews, but have a lot of chapters already done, coz there are surely not so many StarWars fans out there as Faith and Buffy groupies XD
so just givm to us XP
Brilliant combination.
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