Chapter 4: Um... Hi?
Hi. Author's note is at the end.
Katniss leaned on the chariot with Gale, watching two tributes approach them. She didn't know their names, but their costumes were impressive.
The girl's side braid bobbed slightly as she curtsied to them, delicately lifting the edges of her lavender skirt. "Hello. I am Daenerys Targaryen."
So this is the competition? She's unusual. Daenerys' hair was a blond verging on white, and her eyes positively glowed purple. She seemed strong-willed but delicate at the same time- it was hard for Katniss to categorize her now, seeing the girl in all her glory, unlike when she'd first seen her picture.
The boy holding her arm bowed. "And I am Jon Snow."
He was easier to archetype. Snow would be an important opponent to defeat.
So formal, Katniss thought, glancing at Gale, who seemed to be sharing her thoughts.
She nodded to them and said, "I'm Katniss Everdeen."
"I'm Gale Hawthorne," her friend said casually, leaning back against the chariot.
The four of them stood in an awkward silence for a while, and then Jon tugged Daenerys along with him to another chariot.
"Look at the eye-burning kids," Gale snorted suddenly.
"We'll be burning too," Katniss pointed out.
"Oh, come on. Our stylists said the flame's fake."
"I don't believe that."
"Just look at the kids."
So she turned her head and stared at the trio of blue, red, and yellow teenagers. "What are they supposed to be?"
"Some type of weird monkey."
"Like a Capitol version of a monkey?" After all, the monkey that inspired that costume could only have come from the Capitol. Or a circus.
Ironic. Circus monkeys ready to die.
Ahsoka patted down her dress nervously, watching the trio of teenagers approach.
"Are they dressed up as woolamanders?" (A/N: a type of monkey on Yavin 4) Anakin asked, squinting.
Obi-Wan's eyes didn't seem to be faring much better. "Yes... I think... But then again I've never actually been to Yavin 4."
"If there are a lot of those, I don't think I'll ever go there," his fellow human muttered.
The teenager leading the triangle, a boy a few years younger than Ahsoka was, grinned at them. "Hey. I'm Jacen Solo."
"Good to meet you," Obi-Wan said calmly. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi- this is Anakin Skywalker- and that's Ahsoka Tano."
The teens glanced at each other, almost as if-
Almost as if they knew who they were.
"I'm sorry," the only girl said, giving Obi-Wan this look, "But you're not going to fool us."
Ahsoka glared at her. "Who said we were joking?"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi's dead. Anakin Skywalker's dead. I don't even know who you are," Jacen said incredulously. "Besides, you two-" here he pointed at the humans- "look to be the same age, but you're sixteen years apart."
"Um... we're obviously not dead," Anakin pointed out rather tactfully.
"Because you guys are impostors," the last teen snorted. "You're so fake it's not even funny."
Okay, that last comment was nasty, and Ahsoka wasn't just going to stand there and let her Masters take that crap from him- she knew they were real, even if she had no idea how that worked. She snarled, making sure to bare her teeth, "Who are you anyways?"
The boy took a step back, holding his hands- painted a bright sky blue- up in surrender. "I'm Anakin Solo. And the reason I know that they're-" a nod to her Masters, again- "impostors is because Skywalker there is my namesake. Our grandfather."
Ahsoka's scowl was wiped off her face as she shared a glance with Obi-Wan and Anakin.
Then they burst out laughing.
Jaina was confused. They'd told the truth, and now the impostors were laughing at them? She shook her head, trying to clear it, and asked, "How is that funny?"
The Togruta- Ahsoka, that was her name- paused in her laughter and gasped, "Isn't it obvious? No one in the Order is allowed to marry! Or have children! This is hilarious!"
"Haven't you ever loved someone, though?" Jacen asked.
The three teens' posture snapped into ridiculously straight lines, and all three backed up to their white and gold chariot.
"Excuse you," the human claiming to be the one and only Obi-Wan Kenobi snapped, a far cry from the patient, old man Uncle Luke practically worshipped. "That's a rather personal question you just asked, in case you didn't notice."
Wow. They even act like real Jedi of the Old Order, Jaina thought, tilting her head to one side and reaching out to the Force.
The Force was angry. Not calm, but small swirls of anger were radiating out from the three impostors towards Jacen. So they were at least Force-sensitives; she had to give them credit for that, at least. Most impostors would just be pulled out for their physical similarities. Still, the Force warned her of something... deeper. That was all she could say, really.
"Let's leave," she said quietly, and pulled her brothers along towards another chariot.
"So, what do you think about our imminent deaths?" Finnick asked casually, fiddling with a flower on the string draped around his neck.
The two of them were covered in flowers. Like, all they had on were the basics and the rest was flowers draped everywhere- stuck in their hair, wound around their arms, etc, etc.
Johanna snorted. "I think we can beat everyone else. Again."
"You mean just you."
"Maybe you too. Who knows?"
"Never underestimate a pretty boy," her fellow victor joked, sending her a smile that he probably deemed "sexy" but that she thought made him looked constipated.
"You're not pretty, Finnick," she sighed.
"Offended!" he exclaimed jokingly, placing his hand on his chest and nearly crushing two flowers.
Johanna rolled her eyes again. "But seriously, though, Finnick, I think we could make it to the final two if we tried."
"And then what would we do?"
"You'd kill me so you could go back to Annie."
"Oh, come on, admit it, you'd try to kill me first."
She paused for a second, debating whether to be herself or lie. It was pretty easy, based on her years of cynicism following her own Games. "Yeah, I would."
"There's the Johanna we all know and love."
A gentle clinking noise sounded from behind, and the two of them turned at exactly the same time in exactly the same direction to face a lone teenager, dark-haired and dark-eyed, and rather short-they both had to look down slightly at her. She wore a black dress- it was made of separate pieces shaped like knives. The pieces seemed to be made of metal or aluminum or something that clinked every time the girl moved.
Knives? Oh, great. This was a Career, and however small she was, she was deadly. Just another obstacle in the competition.
"Watch out," the girl said, smirking at them. "You might be victors, but you're not going home again. Not with me around."
They watched her walk away.
"Let's take her out first," they said at the exact same time.
Ahh... I'm moving so slowly. I'm sorry, I'm not getting a lot of computer access :( But I will try to get this moving a little faster. Anyone like my new line breaks? :P Anyways, about Anakin... hmm, all of you like him, so MAYBE he'll survive. You will see.