Crystal Works
-Takes place 9 years before TPM
Disclaimer-I don't own Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan, they belong to George Lucas & co. Any other recognizable names probably belong to them too.
16 year old Obi-Wan stared out the window of the starship Kelley. The spaceport of Venquiru was alive with seething masses of aliens. They came from all edges of the galaxy on cargo ships. Venquiru was the center of trade for Fratbex Crystals. These crystals were mined from the core of the planet and used as a power source in many ships. Since they were so plentiful and so powerful, the crystals were very valuable. The inhabitants of Venguiru were mostly miners, excepting the few who ran the mining companies. Their government was composed of the labor unions. The planet ran smoothly, with four major companies exporting crystals. There wasn't much education, everyone grew up to be a miner. Occasionally a child would escape and become part of a crew on one of the cargo vessels. Most recently, two of the most powerful companies on Venguiru, North Cap Alpha and West Point Beta, had experienced a string of sabotages. Each had blamed the other, and as a result, both companies had stopped operating, leaving thousands jobless, and an incredible shortage of crystals. An investigation had been instigated by the Republic to bring to light the culprits. Progress had been made until chief investigator Pulas Dafand had been murdered. Alderaan Celea Lowski had requested Jedi protection when she took over Dafand's position. This had all been on the report given to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan when they were assigned this mission. Obi-Wan had listened to Qui-Gon as he had outlined their task, then went off to meditate.
"Obi-Wan, let's go, Ms. Lowski will be waiting" Qui-Gon called from down the hall.
"Yes Master." Obi-Wan replied as he left the bed where he had spent the last two days of his space journey. He left the quarters and hurried off the small ship, after waving good-bye to Wesav, the pilot. Wesav had ferried Obi-Wan and his master to many planets around the galaxy, and he was beginning to become a good friend of Obi-Wan's. The first thing Obi-Wan noticed when he stepped off the ship was the atmosphere of the spaceport. The very air vibrated with an electric pulse. It was unbearably hot and the suns shone brightly. The din of noise assaulted the senses, as did the smell of over-worked miners, coming to the spaceport on their day off. Their was a row of shops, bars, and other assorted buildings just across the way from the docking bay where the Kelley had landed. Obi-Wan felt as small as a Flakon in the constant stir of activity. Stepping to Qui-Gon's side he pulled uncomfortably on the brown robes he wore. It was making him much too hot, and he wished he could take it off. His eyes darted nervously around the spaceport, wondering if at any moment he would get lost. Qui-Gon sensed his padawan's unease through their bond and sent waves of reassurance across it while putting a steadying hand on the young boy's shoulder. Qui-Gon's eyes flashed in recognition as he spied a short woman, standing out against the crowd. She had waist-length brown hair tied back in the Venguirun style and soft brown eyes that seemed to drink in everything. Qui-Gon immediately recognized her as Celea Lowski, as did Obi-Wan a few seconds later. The two quickly strode over to greet her.
Celea regarded the two Jedi with a critical eye. The taller one was older, probably forties, with brown hair just beginning to be streaked with gray and striking blue eyes. The younger and shorter one had blue eyes as well. His brown hair was cut short, with a single braid. Self-consciously straightening her green tunic, she welcomed them.
"Good morning, I hope your flight went smoothly. I am Celea Lowski, chief investigator in the sabotage cases. If you would follow me, I have transport waiting for us. I will explain everything once we are there." She turned on her heel and was just about to lead them through the crowd when Obi-Wan felt the disturbance. He and Qui-Gon immediately activated their lightsabers to block the first onslaught of blaster shots. Stepping in front of the intended target, Celea, the two Jedi twirled their lightsabers expertly in front. The blaster fire stopped and they dashed off in the direction it had originated. Using the force to pick out the person who had fired the blasts, the Jedi used enhanced speed to catch up. Neither expected the man to whirl around and fire two more shots. In doing this, he knocked Qui-Gon's lightsaber to the ground. The area had cleared mostly when the first shots had been fired, so the gunman had a clear shot at Celea. Knowing this, and having no time to get his lightsaber, Qui-Gon threw himself in front of the shots.
"Master!" the cry was ripped from Obi-Wan's throat. He felt the exploding pain of the blaster shots hitting Qui-Gon through his bond. Tearing his gaze away from the prone form of his injured master, he searched for the mysterious assassin, but he was gone. Running to his Master's side, he dropped to his knees and deactivated his lightsaber. Obi turned Qui-Gon over. The blaster had hit him once in the left shoulder, and once in the left thigh. Qui-Gon breathed in ragged gasps but was still aware. Through the descending veil of unconsciousness he was mindful of his padawan grasping his hand in panic.
"Master, hold on, please hold on!" Obi-Wan whispered fiercely, tears welling in his eyes. Pain tore through Qui-Gon as the blackness and peacefulness of senselessness overcame him.
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What do you think? Please review. I am working on the second chapter right now, hopefully I will have that up soon.-Thanks Gabby
-Takes place 9 years before TPM
Disclaimer-I don't own Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan, they belong to George Lucas & co. Any other recognizable names probably belong to them too.
16 year old Obi-Wan stared out the window of the starship Kelley. The spaceport of Venquiru was alive with seething masses of aliens. They came from all edges of the galaxy on cargo ships. Venquiru was the center of trade for Fratbex Crystals. These crystals were mined from the core of the planet and used as a power source in many ships. Since they were so plentiful and so powerful, the crystals were very valuable. The inhabitants of Venguiru were mostly miners, excepting the few who ran the mining companies. Their government was composed of the labor unions. The planet ran smoothly, with four major companies exporting crystals. There wasn't much education, everyone grew up to be a miner. Occasionally a child would escape and become part of a crew on one of the cargo vessels. Most recently, two of the most powerful companies on Venguiru, North Cap Alpha and West Point Beta, had experienced a string of sabotages. Each had blamed the other, and as a result, both companies had stopped operating, leaving thousands jobless, and an incredible shortage of crystals. An investigation had been instigated by the Republic to bring to light the culprits. Progress had been made until chief investigator Pulas Dafand had been murdered. Alderaan Celea Lowski had requested Jedi protection when she took over Dafand's position. This had all been on the report given to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan when they were assigned this mission. Obi-Wan had listened to Qui-Gon as he had outlined their task, then went off to meditate.
"Obi-Wan, let's go, Ms. Lowski will be waiting" Qui-Gon called from down the hall.
"Yes Master." Obi-Wan replied as he left the bed where he had spent the last two days of his space journey. He left the quarters and hurried off the small ship, after waving good-bye to Wesav, the pilot. Wesav had ferried Obi-Wan and his master to many planets around the galaxy, and he was beginning to become a good friend of Obi-Wan's. The first thing Obi-Wan noticed when he stepped off the ship was the atmosphere of the spaceport. The very air vibrated with an electric pulse. It was unbearably hot and the suns shone brightly. The din of noise assaulted the senses, as did the smell of over-worked miners, coming to the spaceport on their day off. Their was a row of shops, bars, and other assorted buildings just across the way from the docking bay where the Kelley had landed. Obi-Wan felt as small as a Flakon in the constant stir of activity. Stepping to Qui-Gon's side he pulled uncomfortably on the brown robes he wore. It was making him much too hot, and he wished he could take it off. His eyes darted nervously around the spaceport, wondering if at any moment he would get lost. Qui-Gon sensed his padawan's unease through their bond and sent waves of reassurance across it while putting a steadying hand on the young boy's shoulder. Qui-Gon's eyes flashed in recognition as he spied a short woman, standing out against the crowd. She had waist-length brown hair tied back in the Venguirun style and soft brown eyes that seemed to drink in everything. Qui-Gon immediately recognized her as Celea Lowski, as did Obi-Wan a few seconds later. The two quickly strode over to greet her.
Celea regarded the two Jedi with a critical eye. The taller one was older, probably forties, with brown hair just beginning to be streaked with gray and striking blue eyes. The younger and shorter one had blue eyes as well. His brown hair was cut short, with a single braid. Self-consciously straightening her green tunic, she welcomed them.
"Good morning, I hope your flight went smoothly. I am Celea Lowski, chief investigator in the sabotage cases. If you would follow me, I have transport waiting for us. I will explain everything once we are there." She turned on her heel and was just about to lead them through the crowd when Obi-Wan felt the disturbance. He and Qui-Gon immediately activated their lightsabers to block the first onslaught of blaster shots. Stepping in front of the intended target, Celea, the two Jedi twirled their lightsabers expertly in front. The blaster fire stopped and they dashed off in the direction it had originated. Using the force to pick out the person who had fired the blasts, the Jedi used enhanced speed to catch up. Neither expected the man to whirl around and fire two more shots. In doing this, he knocked Qui-Gon's lightsaber to the ground. The area had cleared mostly when the first shots had been fired, so the gunman had a clear shot at Celea. Knowing this, and having no time to get his lightsaber, Qui-Gon threw himself in front of the shots.
"Master!" the cry was ripped from Obi-Wan's throat. He felt the exploding pain of the blaster shots hitting Qui-Gon through his bond. Tearing his gaze away from the prone form of his injured master, he searched for the mysterious assassin, but he was gone. Running to his Master's side, he dropped to his knees and deactivated his lightsaber. Obi turned Qui-Gon over. The blaster had hit him once in the left shoulder, and once in the left thigh. Qui-Gon breathed in ragged gasps but was still aware. Through the descending veil of unconsciousness he was mindful of his padawan grasping his hand in panic.
"Master, hold on, please hold on!" Obi-Wan whispered fiercely, tears welling in his eyes. Pain tore through Qui-Gon as the blackness and peacefulness of senselessness overcame him.
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What do you think? Please review. I am working on the second chapter right now, hopefully I will have that up soon.-Thanks Gabby