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The Wizard of the Jundland Wastes by Wilhelmina (PG)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Wilhelmina's other SW fic can be found here
Why this must be read:
There are two decades intra-trilogy for authors to explore, particularly in the early lives of the original trilogy heroes. This fic explores life on Tatooine for a young Luke and his earliest meetings with a crazy old hermit. It shows a cautious Owen, an Obi-Wan Kenobi trying to make the best of a self-imposed exile and a curious Luke. After a hold-up in Anchorhead Obi-Wan must decide whether to use the Force or whether to hide completely. It really inspires sympathy for the Lars' - the danger they were in for twenty years for looking after Luke. It's very apparent how these people will grow into those we see in ANH.
The clerk licked his lips. "You moved this blaster with your mind, didn't you? You can move things just by looking at 'em."
"The blaster moved from the thief's possession to yours." Ben set the vegetables on the counter. "Does it really matter how it got there?"
The clerk wrinkled his flat nose and took a step back as though the vegetables were contaminated. "Don't try none of your mind tricks on me, mister." He wagged a finger at Ben. "You're a Jedi."
Ben paused to make sure his features did not betray how the Weequay's tone of accusation provoked him. "The Jedi Order no longer exists," he replied carefully.
"That's not what I said." The clerk waved his finger about like a weapon, his dark eyes wide and excited. "You're a Jedi. I know you. You're the devil that caused that trouble four years back. The one what used to live here."
"I live alone," said Ben, pulling coins out of the pouch at his belt to pay for the vegetables, "on the edge of the Jundland Wastes. I mean no harm to anyone."
"Put it away," spat the Weequay, pushing the vegetables back across the counter. "Take what you need. I don't want your money, and I don't want no Jedi. Get out of my store."
The Wizard of the Jundland Wastes
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Wilhelmina's other SW fic can be found here
Why this must be read:
There are two decades intra-trilogy for authors to explore, particularly in the early lives of the original trilogy heroes. This fic explores life on Tatooine for a young Luke and his earliest meetings with a crazy old hermit. It shows a cautious Owen, an Obi-Wan Kenobi trying to make the best of a self-imposed exile and a curious Luke. After a hold-up in Anchorhead Obi-Wan must decide whether to use the Force or whether to hide completely. It really inspires sympathy for the Lars' - the danger they were in for twenty years for looking after Luke. It's very apparent how these people will grow into those we see in ANH.
The clerk licked his lips. "You moved this blaster with your mind, didn't you? You can move things just by looking at 'em."
"The blaster moved from the thief's possession to yours." Ben set the vegetables on the counter. "Does it really matter how it got there?"
The clerk wrinkled his flat nose and took a step back as though the vegetables were contaminated. "Don't try none of your mind tricks on me, mister." He wagged a finger at Ben. "You're a Jedi."
Ben paused to make sure his features did not betray how the Weequay's tone of accusation provoked him. "The Jedi Order no longer exists," he replied carefully.
"That's not what I said." The clerk waved his finger about like a weapon, his dark eyes wide and excited. "You're a Jedi. I know you. You're the devil that caused that trouble four years back. The one what used to live here."
"I live alone," said Ben, pulling coins out of the pouch at his belt to pay for the vegetables, "on the edge of the Jundland Wastes. I mean no harm to anyone."
"Put it away," spat the Weequay, pushing the vegetables back across the counter. "Take what you need. I don't want your money, and I don't want no Jedi. Get out of my store."
The Wizard of the Jundland Wastes