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Who: anakin skywalker + you
Where: the station
When: days 165-166
Summary: man wakes up from bender to find all his problems still there
Warnings: violencewell that took no time
that's gratitude.
rest is the obvious treatment for his sense of malaise, and anakin does try. considering a few hours later find him in the training hall, the results were about as successful as one would expect.
he was brought down during the time set aside to adjust. almost two weeks were spent aware of nothing while the others singlehandedly pissed off an entire population. he has a lot to catch up on.
his lightsaber remains clipped to his belt, which is the only reason his target(s) live still in one piece. with a sword, with a staff, with anything permitted to him, anakin takes down target after target in a demonstration that is all elegant violence and brash grace. his lungs ache, his muscles burn — but that’s the point. action does not necessitate thought. ]
even with an audience, anakin doesn’t look up, too busy completing the first part: an arm, which he tests the articulation of by having it extend and close around his finger. ]
There’s a chair if you plan to keep watch, [ he observes idly. ]
the force remains weak. his once instinctive awareness, blunted. anakin swallows thickly.
he’s still more ripped than kylo ren, though. ]
Where: the station
When: days 165-166
Summary: man wakes up from bender to find all his problems still there
Warnings: violence
I. EVERYBODY WAS KUNG-FU FIGHTING[ after days spent comatose, anakin sleeps almost half a day. he might have continued sleeping but for a rather brusque awakening. not that he could blame ahsoka. were the roles reversed, he would have been waking her every hour on the hour, and likely earned himself a punch for his efforts.
SOMETHING SOMETHING FAST AS LIGHTNING.
that's gratitude.
rest is the obvious treatment for his sense of malaise, and anakin does try. considering a few hours later find him in the training hall, the results were about as successful as one would expect.
he was brought down during the time set aside to adjust. almost two weeks were spent aware of nothing while the others singlehandedly pissed off an entire population. he has a lot to catch up on.
his lightsaber remains clipped to his belt, which is the only reason his target(s) live still in one piece. with a sword, with a staff, with anything permitted to him, anakin takes down target after target in a demonstration that is all elegant violence and brash grace. his lungs ache, his muscles burn — but that’s the point. action does not necessitate thought. ]
II. DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A DROID, MAN[ though at this point, it resembles nothing. spare parts in a pile on a table in the hangar, through which anakin sorts through for whatever he needs, stripping them out if need be. his fingers move with the ease of experience. the lack of ai is a crass limitation, but he doesn’t need an intelligent droid.
YES, IT HAS TO BE A DROID, MAN.
even with an audience, anakin doesn’t look up, too busy completing the first part: an arm, which he tests the articulation of by having it extend and close around his finger. ]
There’s a chair if you plan to keep watch, [ he observes idly. ]
III. THE THIRST OPTION[ —or he’s seated on the edge of a pool after a swim to cool off, a glove over his mechanical arm, and focused entirely on the surface of the water. he holds his hand, palm out. a stream of water rises, collects into a ball before his hand. his fingers tremble from the exertion, and his brow furrows, and the ball collapses.
AKA I HAVE NO EXCUSE.
the force remains weak. his once instinctive awareness, blunted. anakin swallows thickly.
he’s still more ripped than kylo ren, though. ]
no subject
[ this is easier to speak of. factual. familiar. anakin releases the staff, but it does not fall. it floats lazily beneath his open hand. ]
It is produced by every living thing. It binds us and the galaxy together. Very few can sense it. It's the Force that grants Jedi our power. We can manipulate it [ as he is in order to turn the staff without touching it, ] and we are guided by it.
[ anakin takes hold of the staff before his still unsteady control slips. ]
no subject
Guided by it? [ A high ceiling in a long hall, all dark wood and rows of worn down benches. Cold and intimate, a relative that no longer sees you as you are.
His mother was religious, passed that on to him, but it never took root the way it did for some people. ]
no subject
[ at times, quiet and loud, frightening and peaceful. frustrating so often and as compliant as a lover's kiss. and ever present. in it: luminous beings, felt despite the oftentimes monumental distances. his master, ever wise and steady. ahsoka, vibrant as a new flame. and a woman blinding as the double suns, set aglow by a sweet presence half hers and half his.
his smile fades. ]
It's…difficult. [ his feet move: not to get anywhere. there is nowhere to get to. ] Trying to understand its mysteries. Jedi Masters will spend their lives in study of the Force. Much eludes us yet.