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Patrons With Questions by emmaorgana (PG)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Gen; Jocasta Nu
Length: 1,242
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emmaorgana
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
If you like reading about canon events from an alternate point of view then this is the Star Wars fic for you. The author re-writes the Jedi Archives scene from Attack of the Clones and puts Jocasta Nu front and center. I could completely relate to Jocasta's exasperation in having to deal with such stupidity/laziness on a daily basis in such a thankless job; the moments of thoughts of violence towards a certain Jedi were also a hilarious touch.
Then she saw him. Obi-Wan Kenobi stood three meters from desk 12, the closest anyone was to it, and he was staring at the bronze bust of Dooku. She collected herself with a deep, calming breath, and strode to his side. “Did you call for assistance?” She asked him, trying to keep her temper.
“Yes,” he said, vaguely; then, as if just noticing her: “yes, I did!”
She resisted the urge to pull out one of her hairsticks and poke him in the head with it. “Are you having a problem, Master Kenobi?”
“Yes,” he said again, moving to desk 12. “I, um, am looking for a planetary system called Kamino.”
Patrons With Questions
Pairing: Gen; Jocasta Nu
Length: 1,242
Author on LJ:
emmaorganaAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
If you like reading about canon events from an alternate point of view then this is the Star Wars fic for you. The author re-writes the Jedi Archives scene from Attack of the Clones and puts Jocasta Nu front and center. I could completely relate to Jocasta's exasperation in having to deal with such stupidity/laziness on a daily basis in such a thankless job; the moments of thoughts of violence towards a certain Jedi were also a hilarious touch.
Then she saw him. Obi-Wan Kenobi stood three meters from desk 12, the closest anyone was to it, and he was staring at the bronze bust of Dooku. She collected herself with a deep, calming breath, and strode to his side. “Did you call for assistance?” She asked him, trying to keep her temper.
“Yes,” he said, vaguely; then, as if just noticing her: “yes, I did!”
She resisted the urge to pull out one of her hairsticks and poke him in the head with it. “Are you having a problem, Master Kenobi?”
“Yes,” he said again, moving to desk 12. “I, um, am looking for a planetary system called Kamino.”
Patrons With Questions