essenceofhispenance.

image

There are too many sources of input for her to properly address the situation fully. The scream, the wires (  by Shai-Hulud, wires in a human arm! That wasn’t normal), the saber.

When she first noted the wires her hand sprang back, only to be caught by his. Her expression showed disgust and above all else, fear. Even when the saber was lit, leaving the cosmic hum to break the silence,  her fear stood plain on her face. the old teachings rang in her mind  like a bell “Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind.”

 The blade singed a few of her stray hairs, the crisp burning smell present only for a moment, the cinnamon smell of the spice overpowering everything else. she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t break whatever false safety he’d given them.

“When God hath ordained a creature to die in a particular place, he causeth that creature’s wants to direct him to that place.” She recited.” Surely this is not the place for us.”

Her voice was lilting, her tones smooth and calming.   The endless blue-within-blue  eyes focused solely on his. They willed him to understand the dire situation they were in. The need for silence. And above all else, her determination to survive. She’d given her word to look for his companion should they live through this, and she would not break her word.

Chani stood with an inhuman stillness, one honed from many years living on the desolate planet. years of surviving. He had to see that she did not do anything without cause to. But then offworlders seldom understood anything of desert life.

“ Invoke the amtal rule in a safe place.” Shed reinstated the near silence of her voice. She was going to live.

But that didn’t mean she felt any less terrified of his arm.


               HER EXPRESSION IS fear bracketed by revulsion; prompted by the exposure of the inner mechanics of his prosthetic. Anakin’s muscles bunch in defense, but memory sweeps aside the hot rejoinder trapped behind his teeth. Acutely, he remembers the mission plan, the Fremen’s nearly fanatical dislike of droids— the very reason he doesn’t have Artoo at his side. Does their prejudice against sentient machinery extend as far as mechnolimbs? Anakin grimaces at the possibility. If his assumption is correct, he won’t have access to the tools needed to fix his arm until after he returns to his ship. That poses a problem in any territory, especially a hostile one.

image

               Anakin meets her blue gaze with a wall of black ice: dark, hard, && dangerous. ❝ There is no god, ❞ he recites in return. ❝ Only the Force. Now give me your weapon before we’re both killed. ❞ Tense like a coiled spring, Anakin resorts to to staring her down. A boulder of silence, daring Chani to wrench a scrap of compromise or concession from him. His presence grows as stifling as the desert sun, but behind them the worms let out another bellowing roar. 

               Barely-bridled anger && desolation keeps Anakin still. But the sandworms haven’t mastered the statuesque quality of the Jedi’s resolve, && begin to take notice of the two shapes on the horizon that had escaped their sightless senses before. Anakin can yield patience from stubbornness, but beasts of nature wait for no one. 

     ❝ Time’s up. ❞ Anakin doesn’t need two hands to call upon the Force to restrict Chani’s grip on her weapon. Either she drops it of her own volition, or he makes her.

 
  1. astramessiah reblogged this from essenceofhispenance
  2. essenceofhispenance reblogged this from astramessiah
independent & private roleplay blog for anakin skywalker/darth vader of all star wars media. written by scout. || est. feb 2016.