darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-07-24 18:39:00 |
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Original poster: mrshamill
Almost forgot! My last rec -- this has been fun and interesting. I've gone back and re-read so many stories and had such a good time doing so. Thanks, darththalia, for setting it up.
Title: Someday, Out of the Blue
Author: Tilt
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O. Sorta. Heh.
Warnings: None. Even if there were, there aren't. (Though she warns for 'spew', to be fair.)
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: I'm so damn lazy. I know Tilt (AKA Carol Meacham) recently posted on MA about her novel (okay, it wasn't that recent) and I even bought the damn thing. Can't remember now anything about her email or her LJ or her writer's list. Somebody save me (again)?
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/arc
Reasons for recommending: Huh? You need a reason why one of Tilt's stories is worth reading? Are you nuts?
Anyway, I had a problem figuring out which one to rec. This one won for various reasons. But everyone needs to read her stuff, particularly the 'joke reel' stories and Caer Avalon. Just do it, okay? Trust me.
Quote from story:
"You can drop me off on Korolis and be about your way, Khatar."
Branden yelped at the voice and banged his head on the engine cowling of his speeder bike as he straightened involuntarily. Pulling himself out from under the bike's molded duranium carapace, he pulled off the magnifying goggles he was wearing and glared angrily at the Jedi Master standing in the hatchway of the ship's hold. An irritated rumble from the multi-colored Wookie beside him and Soupy also pulled his shaggy head out of the engine's workings to glance at the Jedi. Branden squeezed the Wookie's shoulder and moved away, stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. "Sure, we could."
"But you do not wish to?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Why do you want us to?" Branden said with a snort. "Oh, yeah, I forgot, honor and duty and oh gods we've got to save the universe!" The racer rolled his eyes and reached for a torque spanner as the Wookie held up a fur-covered hand the size of a plate.
The hold of the ship was obviously the garage for Branden's speeder bikes, of which there were two intact and functional at the moment. The sleek, glossy metal beasts gleamed in the overhead lights, bright neon orange with jagged black lightning racing stripes, rounded sculptured curves seeming to fly without moving. Tools were strewn across the long worktable against the wall in careless disarray, hung on the pegboard over the table. Buckets underneath the table held coolant, grease, engine lubricant. The floor was littered with fasteners, wire snippets, smeared with dried oil and overlaid with the greenish oily gleam of coolant. Branden's face bore a smudge of black grease across one cheek already, his hands were black with oil and grime.
"Your cynicism will not make my duties go away," Qui-Gon said sternly. "I am not your property. And I do not have either the time or inclination to wander aimlessly about the galaxy with --"
" -- three children," Branden finished with a grimace. "Well, guess what, Jedi, that's just what you're going to do! High and mighty Jedi Master! If -- and that's a damned big If, like starcruiser size -- you ever manage to save the universe, just who do you think you'll be saving it for?" The racer leaned back against the worktable, handed Soupy another tool as the Wookie whurffled at him. "Guess what, Jedi? You'll be saving it so that children - yes, 'children' like me! - can go wandering around the galaxy! Getting into trouble and going to week-long parties and running illegal races and selling drugs and smuggling spice. Being irresponsible." A mirthless laugh and Branden's emerald eyes met his for the first time since the morning. "Still so sure you want to save the universe?"