darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2005-02-28 09:42:00 |
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Original poster: emila_wan
Title: Silent Faction
Author: analise and Kirby Crow
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: Heavy story ahead. If you don't like a real plot with extra characters and things going on that are not directly related to 'gettin' the boyz in the sack', turn back now. Plus some scenes of torture and violence.
Author's e-mail: analise@2cowherd.net and kirbycrow@hotmail.com
Link to story: http://members.tripod.com/~slashgirls/t
Summary: By the time Master Qui-Gon is sent to investigate Knight Kenobi's suspicious activities on the mining moon of Ramos V, he and his former Padawan have been estranged for 4 years. When they finally meet again, Qui-Gon discovers Obi-Wan has a new life, a new home, and a new love...
Reasons for recommending: I can't believe nobody has recommended this one yet. It is one of THE most memorable and well written Q/O stories I've come across. I like everything on the TOTO (The Obi-Wan Torture Oasis) site, because I love to see Obi-Wan suffer, but this one is my favorite. I always admire writers who can create a whole world and make it believable, especially when the plot revolves around mystery and political intrigue. At the heart of Obi-Wan's existence there is a terrible lie, and he has wrapped himself with more lies, like layers on an onion, which begin to peel away once Qui-Gon re-enters his life. The story just drips with angst, yet the characters behave as dutiful, self-sacrificing Jedi throughout. And of course ... will I spoil things if I tell you that I like happy endings?
Quote from story:
A moment later the transport powered down with a fading whine and an occasional gentle puff of cooling steam from the repulsors. He simply stood with hooded eyes and waited for the plank to lower.
A crack of light in the darkness and the hiss of hydraulics. Calm. It was a man. A human. He could see by the silhouette. A tall man. A...
Oh, no.
His mouth went dry, and his heart nearly faltered to a stop. It couldn't be. Was it possible that the Force itself was against him?
Force or not, it *was* him. Tall, broad shouldered, perhaps a few more lines around mouth and eyes. The hair was a bit longer, slightly more silvered, the beard a little less scrupulously trimmed. But there was no one else in the Order who carried that natural air of command. That serene aura of complete and utter confidence. Of all the ones to send. Of all the times to have this meeting forced.
It took everything he had to step forward and bow his head dispassionately. All he could do to keep his face smooth and his brow from furrowing in panic. He would not give this man that pleasure. And it was more important than ever that he maintain his facade of calm. Of everyone in the order, only Master Yoda himself would have been a worse choice of envoy for his plans.
The tall Jedi Master bowed back to him, no sign of disquiet or even surprise on the man's face. Had he known who he would confront when he stepped off that ship? Of course he had. The tiniest hint of a smile - was it mocking?- crossed the older man's face. The voice that he still heard echoes of in his dreams sounded out, rich and deep in the thick air of the swamp.
"Good to see you again, Obi-Wan."