What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
Yoda getting drunk and going out with Space!Shakespeare. I made him a Nightbrother. I also called him Wither Sententious which is funny enough on its own. But yeah, no.
Yoda drunk speeder-tipping with Shakespeare.
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For extra bonus points - https://youtu.be/LOZuxwVk7TU this started playing while I was writing it, so like. You want the full effect you should too lOL
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Yoda had drunk entirely too much.
Yoda let it go.
Wither hummed, looking around, and then pointed to a mid-size speeder. “I think I can lift that one,” he said.
“Try,” Yoda encouraged, and felt as Wither took a breath, and reached. It was different to anything that Yoda had ever felt, a deep pool with something flickering within it, dark and warm and heavy, and yet…not. It was nonetheless effective, the speeder that Wither was focused on slowly but surely lifting above the ground, and then moving over to lower on top of another speeder. Yoda hummed thoughtfully, nodding. “See I do,” he said softly. “Learned where did you?”
Wither frowned. “I just…learned,” he said. “I found that I could do it and so I did it, and then I worked on lifting more and more. I suppose it was a matter of I needed anything I could use to survive and so I just…kept working on perfecting it to the point where I could do something with it. How about you? What does it feel like when you use it?”
Yoda took a breath, closing his eyes, and once again reaching, lifting a nearby speeder, feeling the way Wither’s presence brushed against his, curiosity and interest burning within him as he observed the way Yoda worked. He placed it on top of the other two speeders, which creaked ominously, but held.
Wither was beaming. “That’s amazing,” he said, “I’ve never felt anything like it, you don’t…you don’t conduct it, do you? It’s almost like you let it flow through you?”
“Flow through us the Force does, connects us with every living thing it does,” Yoda said, his voice gaining the quality it did when he was teaching. “Control over much it gives us. A gift you have been given.”
Wither took this in for a moment before finally giving a soft acknowledging sound and a nod. “How many do you think it’ll take before that speeder collapses?”
Yoda narrowed his eyes at it, squinting in a mixture of alcohol and interest. “Find out we can.”
They did not find out.
Three speeders in, and suddenly Wither stiffened. “Oh no,” he said softly, and then Yoda felt it.
“HEY!” a voice called out.
“Run,” Yoda said, and Wither immediately broke into a sprint, running in the opposite direction as fast as he could. Wither was laughing, the sound exuberant and breathy, pulling a communicator from his belt.
There was a yell of “Halt,” other voices crying out. Yoda had pulled his hood lower on his head, holding onto Wither, pulling his makeshift hood down lower, fighting to make sure that the horns didn’t pierce through it and reveal themselves. Wither flipped his communicator open, even as he leapt, spinning in the air over the row of security guards that attempted to stop them, Yoda utilizing the Force to send the blaster bolts they sent towards them harmlessly aside, without making it look like he had utilized the Force to do it, merely that they had been lucky.
If they scorched a few paint jobs it wasn’t their fault, really the Coruscant Guard shouldn’t be so trigger-happy.
“Hello?” a new voice called as the communication was answered. “Who is…?”
“Hello,” Wither called brightly.
“Wi-!”
“No names, please~” Wither sing-songed, “I’m in a bit of trouble. How quickly can you get to the Senate Parking?”
“What happened?”
“How quickly, please?”
“Less than two minutes, I’m close to the district, I just… Get as high as you can go!”
“Oh, high?” Wither asked, and skidded to a halt, having been running towards the lower floors. “I can do that.”
With that he turned right back around, and ran, practically flying back up the ramp, leaping from one speeder to another. There was a yell from a Coruscant Guard who ran up before them, looking distinctly like he was ready to tackle them, but Wither simply brought his feet up and forward, plowing into him with all of his weight and sending him backwards onto the hard duracrete, flipping over him and throwing his momentum forward so he hit the ground running.
Yoda held on as tight as possible, cackling, the two of them rolling through the Coruscant Guards easily, Wither leaping into another twist, trusting in Yoda to hold on, and Yoda once again sent those blaster bolts harmlessly aside. Wither was all high adrenaline and gleeful motion, leaping off of speeders and off of people when appropriate, and Yoda found himself remembering ‘grace.’
Well.
Wither definitely had that.
They ran towards the topmost platform, realizing that they were running out of room, but then Wither gave a sound, running towards the center of the room, and that’s when Yoda spotted the ladder. It was in the center of the room, connected to a fueling station that went up past the upper floors where the more intricate workings of the garage were kept. Wither leapt towards it, catching the lowermost rungs, and pulling himself up hand over hand, before finally swinging up to land on the first catwalk in a long series, leaping between them with lithe grace.
They burst into the open air, and Wither paused for just a moment, before he seemingly took a direction at random and ran.
There were voices behind them, voices that were yelling for them to stop, to halt, and then Wither leapt.
Yoda was laughing, whooping with glee, hearing Wither’s own answering cackling, flying into open air, and for a moment Yoda worked to join his presence with Wither’s, feeling the way that Wither’s worked at catching their fall…
And then they dropped directly into an open-topped unmarked speeder, the occupant of which SCREECHED.
“Kit, Kit, my beautiful Kit, you have come,” Wither called out, and Yoda rolled into the backseat off Wither’s shoulder as he spread his arms out. “Fly fast!”
Kit…Yoda narrowed his eyes, looking at the human male that was with them, who had pulled a cloak over his own head, and felt a burst of realization light up in his chest. Kit Lowe was the name of the man driving them, a playwright that had already developed a bit of a name and reputation for himself, the very man that Wither himself had acted for. Suddenly a lot of this made sense, not only why Wither would know him, but why he would have called him.
And then Kit put on such a sudden burst of speed it almost sent him directly into the seat. Wither gave a call, and Kit dove down, the speeder weaving and bobbing through traffic easily, Wither laughing all the way.
Yoda couldn’t help but join in, and after a while, after a few tense moments where they waited for anything to pursue them and realized they had gotten away…Kit began laughing, too.
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