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[laureas76]

INtakes

TenFoward - The INtakes

Sometimes visualization truly sucks

“Commodore have you perhaps been on any of your social networks today?” T’Arath raised her head from her iPhone and stared at Obi-wan Kenobi with a frown. “No not really. I’ve been thinking about taking a look at Tumbler all day but I’ve been too busy reading my fanfictions and playing my game apps. Why what’s going on?” T’Arath narrowed her eyes as she saw Obi-wan start to stroke his white beard. *Uh-oh. No.. don’t think it don’t think it..Ah hell. I got a bad feeling about this* Kenobi looked quite uncomfortable as he spoke “I’m afraid there’s no easy way to say this. They have just announced the subtitle of the next episode of Star Wars.” T’arath’s sat up at that. “And. So. Your point?” Obi-wan heaved a sigh. “The subtitle is The Last Jedi.” T’Arath felt her eyes go impossibly wide. She couldn’t stop the shriek of “WHAT?!!!!”even if she wanted to, which she truly didn’t. Obi-wan felt himself be yanked out of the doorway and the door closed behind him. Spinning around he came face to face with Rachel Chandler, seething with rage. “Are you out of your goddamn mind? What the fuck were you thinking Obi-wan?” “I merely meant to warn the Commodore as to prevent Anakin from doing something rashly. He does have that tendency,” Rachel just snorted. “And you figured the BossLady would handle it better, right?” Obi-wan nodded sharply as he answered,“Of course I did. She does tend to keep a more level head.” Rachel just shook her head even as the sound of breaking glass resounded behind her. “You better get out of here Ben. You forgot one important thing. BossLady absolutely hates it when she thinks her family is in danger. And with a title like that? Yeah, we’re screwed.” Obi-wan decided that removing himself immediately would be best. The last thing he heard as he left the apartment building sent chills down his spine. A half-screamed half-roared cry of “BALONEY BULLSHIT!!!” Obi- wan was so lost in his thoughts that the sudden flash of headlights was the only warning he received. With a ‘deer in the headlights’ look, Obi-wan could only gasp as several metric tons of cybertronium bumped into him, sending him flying. Managing to land on his feet, he flinched as the truck exploded into the tall form of the Autobot leader. Optimus Prime knelt down and glared at the Jedi. “Consider this a warning, Obi-wan, ” he rumbled, his normally smooth baritone sounding raw. “ Don’t ever try and avoid setting off my son by telling my consort something that you think will upset Anakin. Because chances are it will upset T'Arath just as much.” Though Obi-wan couldn’t see past the looming bulk of the Autobot, he knew Rachel was there even before she spoke. “Well, I did say someone was getting their ass kick for this one. Just didn’t realize it was gonna be so soon!”

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[laureas76]

THE INtakes

INtakes : Anakin on NASCAR - Talladega Part 1,

“Good! He’s almost as bad as Sebulba. At least racing doesn’t have any cheating. Sleemo stupa!” Anakin snarled over my elbow. He really despised Joey Lagano. Then again, half of the big names in NASCAR were on his “sleemo list”. Anakin had been watching NASCAR for a long time. Longer then I had, in fact he had watched the ‘Intimidator’, Dale Earnhardt Sr in his prime. Of course Dale Jr was one of his favorites. Which had gotten interesting while my favorite driver, Jeff Gordon was still racing. As soon as I flipped the switch for the tv, Anakin switch from ‘codex redux’ his defensive form ( aka Vader) to his ‘true self’ and was bouncing on the bed behind. Luke and Leia walked back in, coffee in hand and in Leia’s case, a obvious tension headache. I glanced at her as she spoke, “ Han’s off to be debriefed by the Star Knights.” “Pfft, please Leia. You mean he’s about to play 7 card stud with the 4 horsemen. That is unless he can convince Uncle Gary, Lazarus, Magneto, and Uncle Marne to play Sabaac. And yeah, snowball’s chance there!”I told her. I then turn to my grandson who was listening to his father about the upcoming race. Right now both Luke and his sister cosmetically could pass for my parents and Anakin could pass as Luke’s grandson! What really gauled me was the fact that those infernal ‘Codders’ had interfered enough that the warning we had as far as the new visualizations, had been in vain. I liked the beard, not the fact that indicated that Luke’s world had been upended like his ‘uncle’ Obi-wan

Thinking quickly, I ‘reached out’ and snagged a pair of scissors. “ S’cuse me Ahni but before Luke gets comfortable.. Luke dear, do me a large favor. Get that beard of yours trimmed damnit! I know you haven’t had time before this but now you don’t have anymore excuse! And no, I like the beard, just not the ‘bum’ look!” Ahsoka choose this moment to sit down behind my head next to Anakin and it was all she could do to keep from laughing outright. Luke simply took the scissors without any comment but the strength of his “grab” with the Force, the amount of displaced air, and the blush on his face told me volumes. I reached behind me and punch Ahsoka in the shoulder. “Mean! Knock it off ‘So-kam!’ Your nephew’s been gone for a year Ground Standard.” Any other time Anakin would be all over Ahsoka about Luke, but now?

“Hurry Luke, the race is on!” Anakin hollared. Talladega is a restrictor plate race, one of two. The result is what I’d call ‘ultimate tail-gating’. Bumper to bumper rush hour style traffic. At 200 miles a hour. Which usually ends in what’s known as ‘The Big One’. Right now they were racing three wide or in three lanes. But I’d seen a couple of four wides already. “It’s gonna be Danica Patrick. She’s overdue to win!” Ahsoka spat at my son.

End stage 1: “Watch it,” Anakin called. “Dillion and Stenhouse are shaky!” “Blast it Brad!” Luke called over his father, “you should have pitted!” “Not good. Lap traffic,” Ahsoka called. “Hey! Keep it down you guys! Huh, Ahsoka, you may be on to something about Danica. If he didn’t blow his engine with the stage win Luke, then Brad will be okay.” I added my own two cents. Deciding to take a break for fresh air, I was soon joined by my son, his infamous ‘sour lemon’ glare on his face. “They penalized Matt for pitting after pit road was closed! Kriffing haran! Vaped if you do or don’t.” I patted his knee. “Don’t worry bout it Ahni. We’ve got 2 stages to go.” He huffed at me in irritation. “You know the ‘Big One’ is most likely at restarts, Mom.”