...a way to return to himself. It was normal for Jester to polish his gun immediately after a battle. Often it took ten times as long as anyone else. In silence he would vigorously scrub at the durasteel plating of his weapon; his dark eyes glossed over, and fingers shaking. It was no one’s fault that the blood and grime was only visible to his eyes. Jester knew that his brother’s would never...
...playing across their faces. “You can come over now,” he said in a low voice. He hoped they weren’t going to make a big deal out of this. His eyelids felt like they were being weighed down with dense durasteel blocks. “We aren’t going to push you away again.” Anakin managed a grin as they slowly came over. “Don’t speak too soon Obi Wan, I can think of a few things we might want to do that involves...
...passages intersected before of a sealed durasteel door. The wheel-like droids were..., thrusting them flush against the durasteel door they had been blockading. ...the inescapable foreign intrusion of the durasteelbarrier, but the droidekas continued ... and the intrusion of the durasteel door within their protected circumference, ...knew the unyielding matter of the durasteel before him and the splintering ...
..., Vader had faith the passing meteors would . With great care and love, he opened the wooden box, revealing the ashes of what had once been his ray of light. Gingerly placing it onto the durasteel floor, Anakin drew in a deep breath and let his thoughts return to the past. He could still remember the day he discovered his little girl had been diagnosed with a rare disease that would one day ...
...-" She rails against him striking out with battle-hardened fists and adrenaline and the steady thrum of I-almost-lost-you beating through her veins under thin heated skin. Only the cold grasp of Anakin's new durasteel hand stays her blows and silences her words - oh Ani what did he do to you? The battle is over but the blood of their fallen brethren is still damp and red on the golden sands ...
... back. "We have just begun orbit of Coruscant and the senator's shuttle is on in route with us. It should be within tractor range in fifteen to twenty minutes." Corran's booted clicked off the durasteelfloor, he smiled at the Captain, "That's good, anything else to report?" he continued on his way to the sensor station, looking over the sensor officer's shoulder to get a picture of the traffic...
... why you Wanted it done as soon as possible. Let‘s see it then.” Obi Wan raised his right arm and smiled a little at the expression on Anakin’s face, when he saw that there was not yet a durasteel hand attached. His lover looked from the shortened limb to the older man’s eyes. “You didn’t go?” His voice was strangely hopeful. “I didn’t go,” Obi Wan confirmed. “Why?” The word was said in a...
...é, the Queen's shadow, reduced to tears by the finality that had reached out for all of them. Slowly he turned his eyes down towards his hands. Though shrouded in shadow they were not the colddurasteel limbs he had grown accustomed to...but the hands of a child. "This is who I used to be..." he murmured quietly. "This is who you really are," Sora contradicted him. Slowly, Anakin Skywalker...
...robe more tightly around himself. It was too small. He felt ridiculous. Lydie stopped in front of the control panel, waiting for the small globe scanner to pass over her eyes. It beeped in satisfaction and the heavy durasteel locks slid open. She stood still for a moment. "I bet you expect me to thank you, for getting me out of there." Frack her. She wasn't even paying attention. "I..." Her ...
... One dutiful guard raised his blaster and the Force did what it did if they were attentive, which they were. They kicked their legs in tandem, becoming a pendulum, Obi-Wan's arm a bar of durasteel in Anakin's midriff. The guard moved aft to get a better shot. "Spanker!" "What?" Yes, someone should, but Master, you're not making any sense. The weather worsened rapidly with the deepening dusk...