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splinters_say - July 26 prompt
Jul. 26th, 2006 02:41 pmThere may be snow on the roof, but there's fire in the belly...
Anakin stared out the viewport at the pure white landscape that lay before him. Him and a few hundred clone troopers scattered around the camp. And support staff. And Obi-Wan.
In a way, he almost could imagine it was sand, for the suns of Tatooine had often burned bright enough that its deserts shone white beneath them at the height of midday. But here, no, it's much too cold. The skies were too cloudy, small white flakes drifting down from them occasionally to join their brethren blanketing the ground. And besides all that, here, the ground wasn't barren. On Tatooine, practically nothing grew. And here, yes, there was nothing growing. But he knew, just under the snow, sleeping the earth, all sorts of things were just waiting for warmth and spring to awaken them. He could feel that anticipation, that sense of waiting, add on to the anticipation he already bore.
Just over the horizon lay a Separatist camp. The fields before them soon enough would not remain blanketed with undisturbed snowflakes. Soon enough, he and Obi-Wan would be leading their troopers across those fields to meet the enemy, to fight.
Something within him warmed at that thought, even as he knew it shouldn't. He never had learned well the lesson that a Jedi should not wish for adventure and glory. Of course, by this point, he figured if he hadn't learned it, he wasn't going to and continued right on wishing.
It didn't help he so often got what he wished for. And it was this thought that brought a grin to his lips as he turned away from the viewport and went to sit beside Obi-Wan so they could go over the battle plan.
And still, the snow fell.
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Character: Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Wordcount: 287
this takes place just before a made-up battle that he and Obi-Wan participated in during the Clone War
Anakin stared out the viewport at the pure white landscape that lay before him. Him and a few hundred clone troopers scattered around the camp. And support staff. And Obi-Wan.
In a way, he almost could imagine it was sand, for the suns of Tatooine had often burned bright enough that its deserts shone white beneath them at the height of midday. But here, no, it's much too cold. The skies were too cloudy, small white flakes drifting down from them occasionally to join their brethren blanketing the ground. And besides all that, here, the ground wasn't barren. On Tatooine, practically nothing grew. And here, yes, there was nothing growing. But he knew, just under the snow, sleeping the earth, all sorts of things were just waiting for warmth and spring to awaken them. He could feel that anticipation, that sense of waiting, add on to the anticipation he already bore.
Just over the horizon lay a Separatist camp. The fields before them soon enough would not remain blanketed with undisturbed snowflakes. Soon enough, he and Obi-Wan would be leading their troopers across those fields to meet the enemy, to fight.
Something within him warmed at that thought, even as he knew it shouldn't. He never had learned well the lesson that a Jedi should not wish for adventure and glory. Of course, by this point, he figured if he hadn't learned it, he wasn't going to and continued right on wishing.
It didn't help he so often got what he wished for. And it was this thought that brought a grin to his lips as he turned away from the viewport and went to sit beside Obi-Wan so they could go over the battle plan.
And still, the snow fell.
-----
Character: Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Wordcount: 287
this takes place just before a made-up battle that he and Obi-Wan participated in during the Clone War
