peppermint_shamrock (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
peppermint_shamrock) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
starwars1002025-06-02 08:42 pm
peppermint_shamrock) wrote in starwars1002025-06-02 08:42 pm
Entry tags:
Prompt 50a - General
Title: Life is a task and scary as hell
Prompt: General
Author: peppermint_shamrock
Rating: G
Characters: Original Characters
Pairing: None
Star Wars Media Property: Prequels
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: A Jedi discusses his worries over becoming a General.
Author Notes: N/A
Beta: None, it's just me
He took a few sips from the teacup, then sighed as he lowered it, looking back at his former master. She waited patiently for him to speak.
“I thought I was prepared to be knighted,” he said. “And you must have thought so, too. But I… this wasn’t what I was trained for. I was prepared to go out into the world being called ‘Master Jedi’, not… ‘General’.” His voice was even, but his distaste and anxieties pooled around the word in other ways. Even the least Force-sensitive stranger could probably have picked it out, and his former Master knew the currents of his emotions far better than that.
“You’re afraid,” she said. “What are you afraid of?”
Isn’t that obvious? he was tempted to say – in his younger years, he often had. But he wasn’t a padawan anymore, and he’d absorbed the truth that teachers didn’t ask you to perform sums because they didn’t know the answers themselves, they asked so you’d learn how to do it and to show that you could.
“The war,” he said. Too broad, too nebulous and unhelpful. “Being responsible as a military commander – all the men whose lives will be in my hands.”
She nodded, and sat back as she thought for a moment.
“Our missions have always put lives in our hands,” she said. “People depending on us to resolve disputes and crises that have far-reaching consequences. Maybe not so immediately as in battle, but no less critical.”
“That’s true,” he said, looking down. He could think of such missions he’d had as a padawan. He’d been able to overcome his doubts then, but now...
“Have faith in yourself,” his former master said. “Have faith in the Force, and in your men. Have faith that many more will survive because of you.”
Prompt: General
Author: peppermint_shamrock
Rating: G
Characters: Original Characters
Pairing: None
Star Wars Media Property: Prequels
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: A Jedi discusses his worries over becoming a General.
Author Notes: N/A
Beta: None, it's just me
He took a few sips from the teacup, then sighed as he lowered it, looking back at his former master. She waited patiently for him to speak.
“I thought I was prepared to be knighted,” he said. “And you must have thought so, too. But I… this wasn’t what I was trained for. I was prepared to go out into the world being called ‘Master Jedi’, not… ‘General’.” His voice was even, but his distaste and anxieties pooled around the word in other ways. Even the least Force-sensitive stranger could probably have picked it out, and his former Master knew the currents of his emotions far better than that.
“You’re afraid,” she said. “What are you afraid of?”
Isn’t that obvious? he was tempted to say – in his younger years, he often had. But he wasn’t a padawan anymore, and he’d absorbed the truth that teachers didn’t ask you to perform sums because they didn’t know the answers themselves, they asked so you’d learn how to do it and to show that you could.
“The war,” he said. Too broad, too nebulous and unhelpful. “Being responsible as a military commander – all the men whose lives will be in my hands.”
She nodded, and sat back as she thought for a moment.
“Our missions have always put lives in our hands,” she said. “People depending on us to resolve disputes and crises that have far-reaching consequences. Maybe not so immediately as in battle, but no less critical.”
“That’s true,” he said, looking down. He could think of such missions he’d had as a padawan. He’d been able to overcome his doubts then, but now...
“Have faith in yourself,” his former master said. “Have faith in the Force, and in your men. Have faith that many more will survive because of you.”
no subject
no subject