Ramifications
Author: snowprincess
Rating: PG-13
Catergory: Angst/Action
Summary: Sequal to 'One Very Long Day'. Obi-Wan is pushed too far and
runs away. Of course things are never that simple.
DIsclaimer: I own nothing. Everything Star Wars belongs to George
Lucas. Bant, Garen, and Reeft belong to Jude Watson. Kit Fisarru, Master
Al-Kuma, and Thera are mine.
A/N: I finished it! : ) I must credit episode 2 for giving me
inspiration (that movie rocks). This story is much longer than the
last.
Due to finals next week, I'm not sure if I can post as soon as I want.
We are going ahead in time to after JA 8 for the sake of the
Master/Padawan bond. Obi-Wan is 13. Big thanks to GInger NInja for
posting this. Feedback is welcomed. . . .
'Represents thoughts'
// Represents bond talk//
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Coruscant: the city that never sleeps. Even in the early moring hour, the invisible air lanes were packd with traffic from all kinds of transports. Walkways of the upper levels were filled with people coming and going from their jobs. The lower levels were littered with being going to their respective homes after either a successful or heartbreaking night gambling and selling the latest drug. It was a constant pattern of leaving or returning that described Coruscant. The planet was the center of trade, where the senate debated everyday, and the location of the home of the only ethnic group more respected than the Supreme Chancellor himself: the Jedi.
The Jedi temple was the opposite of the organized chaos around
it. The only ones who were awake were the ones who did meditations early,
were seeking breakfast, or they were departing or arriving back from a
mission. Most occupants were sound asleep in their quarters. Some initiates were awake but still in bed, plotting what schemes to do that day to drive their chreche Master's and early retirement.
Soft rays of the rising sun filtered through the room, landing on the only moving object. The way Obi-Wan wan laying on his bed was almost
comical. Somehow his body was on his left arm and his head hung over
the side, dangling inches above the floor. The boy had managed to wrap his
blankets every which way around his body.
A lot had changed in the last couple of weeks. Xanatos had died, he had been accepted as Qui-Gon's Padawan again, his cast had come off, Bruck had been killed, and his probation had been lifted. The results and ramifications of the physical and emotional stress had left the Padawan exhausted.
The passing of Xanatos had stretched relations more, if that were possible, between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. It was becoming harder to deal
with the Master's mistrust and negligance (save for his training). Obi-Wan knew he deserved it after Medlia/Daan, but that did not make it any easier to handle. It seemed as if the Master was upset that the younger one didn't exactly act like the Padawan before him. It was only at night the apprentice acknowledged this though, for during the day his focus never wavered off his goal of becoming a Jedi.
A transport rushed by, making a noise impossible for someone not to hear. But the young teenager slept on, thus proving how tired he was.
However, his sleep was now light enough that any noise would awaken him.
The chrono on the nightstand silently counted time, waiting for the specified trigger to signal so it could sound the alarm. Ten seconds left. . . . eight. . . . . . . . .three. . two. . one. . RINNNGGG!!!!!
Obi-Wan yelped and rolled over, then groaned. A hand blindly went up and slapped at the offending maching until it stopped making noise. Picking his body up off the floor, he spent another five minutes yanking at the blankets tangled around his body. They boy stood and let out a giant yawn before heading off to the refresher.
One hour later the boy came running in, fully dressed, to retrieve he items he needed for class. When he had the time, he would sit and laugh at the fact that he fell asleep in the shower. . . .twice. Now, if he didn't hurry up and get to class he's be in big trouble. Obi-Wan ran through the quarters like a madman, barely catching Qui-Gon's startled gaze as he made his way to the door.
"Sorry Master, but I'm running late!"
He sprinted through the hallways, not bothering to notice the dissaproving stares from the Knights and Masters for his lack of punctuality. Once he reached the gardens he slowed down, remembering all too well the free fall he took curtosy of stll existing ice. Back in the hallway, he resumed his sprinting to Master Al-Kuma's levitation class.
Walking in, he felt like groaning as the entire class looked at him. Glancing at the chrono, he mentally slapped himself as he read he was three minutes late. 'You should've taken your chances in the garden.' Turning to Master Al-Kuma, he bowed and said, "I apologize for my tardiness, Master. I offer no excuses."
"For what reason are you late, Padawan Kenobi?" inquired the instructor.
"Um. . . . ah. . . ., " the boy fidgeted.
"Well?"
"I. . . .uh . . . .fell asleep in the shower."
Silence reigned for about two seconds for the class burst up in laughter. Obi-Wan's face quickly turned red. 'Maybe I won't be lauging about this later, after all.' Flushed and embarrased, he sat himself down on his levitation mat.
That afternoon, Obi-Wan entered his and Qui-Gon's quarters and promptly collapsed on the couch. Sighing, the boy ran his hands through his unruly, spiked hair. He let out a frustrated groan and reflected on the past few hours.
Every since Bruck's death he'd been recieving heavy critisism from the bully's friends. They all thought he did it out of revenge. The whole day he had to put up with that along with remarks about sleeping in the shower.
The boy was alone to defend himself, for his friends were away on missions. Somehow, Obi-Wan was able to keep his temper, thus showing
that his traing was working, but it didn't mean he wasn't fuming inside.
This day turned out just as almost ever other day had: horrible before it had truly begun.
'I need something relaxing to do.' Obi-Wan couldn't help but think that any evening away from his quarters and the depression center that was his Master would be realxing. 'Maybe a good holovid at the theatre. There's that one I wanted to see. . . . It's not like Qui-Gon will care or notice I'm here anyway.'
Hurriedly entering a note into his datapad and leaving it on a table for Qui-Gon to see where it would be, he left his quarters, credits in hand. It would take an hour by air taxi to get to the nearest theatre. And if he was lucky, he could make the next show. Like it or not, the boy, like any other teenager, had a curfiew. One, if he didn't abide by, would have major repercussions, and he didn't need his master trusing him any less.
'How is it possible this day could've gotten any worse?' Sprinting through the corridors of the Jedi temple, Obi-Wan firmly kicked the thought from his mind for the billionth time. Sweat poured down his body, soaking his tunics, making his glad he hadn't brought his robe. The boy's hair was matted to his head, and he was sure his feet were covered in blisters.
He had left in the middle of the afternoon, sure he would be back within a couple of hours. Of course, just like everything else, it didn't go as planned. After arriving near the theatre, he had been ready to go in when he was knocked over by a group of thugs. Everything was such a confusing blur that by the time he gained his bearings, the thugs were gone along with he credits.
At first he thought, 'It's just a few credits, no matter. I'll just try and get a ride back to the temple.' Easier thought than done. He was in a part of Coruscant that was not known for it's generous inhabitants, even to Jedi. No one woluld give him a ride unless they were paid, and paid well. So, having no other option, he began to run back to the temple The normally one hour ride by air taxi (on a good day), turned into a four hour run, with only two ten minute breaks to actually breathe.
Obi-Wan knew he had broken curfiew by at least and hour. 'At least I actually have a good alabi. . . .I hope.'
***
Pace. Pace. Pace. Turn. Pace. Pace. Pace. Turn. This mantra had been repeated on the floor by Qui-Gon for the last forty-five minutes. Every pace made him angrier, and every turn made him worry a litle more. 'How could the boy be so careless? He didn't bring his comlink or robe and hasn't bothered to contact me although he has breeched curfiew.'
The door opened and Jinn turned to see a sweaty Padawan enter, panting hard. Hands on his hips, he let the full disspointment in his voice show, "Where have you been? Your curfiew was forty-five minutes ago!"
"I'm sorry Master, I've had some problems," Obi-Wan panted. "Like getting robbed, forgetting my comlink, and have to run for four hours to get back because no one would give me a ride!"
"I don't care. There are more than five beings on Coruscant, Obi-Wan. Surely you could've borrowed someone's comlink!" Qui-Gon sighed and muttered, "Honestly, I don't know why I put my trust in you anymore...."
The words hurt Obi-Wan more than someone slashing him reapedately with a lightsaber. Tears formed with the last few droplets of water left in his body. "Fine," he said, voice cracking. "If that's how you feel, I'll go. There's no sense in being a burden to you anymore."
Spinning on his heels, Obi-Wan turned and left the room. Knowing Jinn wouldn't follow, he fast walked. Upon reaching the ground floor, he quickly made his way to he enterance, stepping just inside.
Looking back, he whisperd, "Goodbye," before heading out into the busy streets. . . .
TBC
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Author: snowprincess
Rating: PG-13
Catergory: Angst/Action
Summary: Sequal to 'One Very Long Day'. Obi-Wan is pushed too far and
runs away. Of course things are never that simple.
DIsclaimer: I own nothing. Everything Star Wars belongs to George
Lucas. Bant, Garen, and Reeft belong to Jude Watson. Kit Fisarru, Master
Al-Kuma, and Thera are mine.
A/N: I finished it! : ) I must credit episode 2 for giving me
inspiration (that movie rocks). This story is much longer than the
last.
Due to finals next week, I'm not sure if I can post as soon as I want.
We are going ahead in time to after JA 8 for the sake of the
Master/Padawan bond. Obi-Wan is 13. Big thanks to GInger NInja for
posting this. Feedback is welcomed. . . .
'Represents thoughts'
// Represents bond talk//
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Coruscant: the city that never sleeps. Even in the early moring hour, the invisible air lanes were packd with traffic from all kinds of transports. Walkways of the upper levels were filled with people coming and going from their jobs. The lower levels were littered with being going to their respective homes after either a successful or heartbreaking night gambling and selling the latest drug. It was a constant pattern of leaving or returning that described Coruscant. The planet was the center of trade, where the senate debated everyday, and the location of the home of the only ethnic group more respected than the Supreme Chancellor himself: the Jedi.
The Jedi temple was the opposite of the organized chaos around
it. The only ones who were awake were the ones who did meditations early,
were seeking breakfast, or they were departing or arriving back from a
mission. Most occupants were sound asleep in their quarters. Some initiates were awake but still in bed, plotting what schemes to do that day to drive their chreche Master's and early retirement.
Soft rays of the rising sun filtered through the room, landing on the only moving object. The way Obi-Wan wan laying on his bed was almost
comical. Somehow his body was on his left arm and his head hung over
the side, dangling inches above the floor. The boy had managed to wrap his
blankets every which way around his body.
A lot had changed in the last couple of weeks. Xanatos had died, he had been accepted as Qui-Gon's Padawan again, his cast had come off, Bruck had been killed, and his probation had been lifted. The results and ramifications of the physical and emotional stress had left the Padawan exhausted.
The passing of Xanatos had stretched relations more, if that were possible, between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. It was becoming harder to deal
with the Master's mistrust and negligance (save for his training). Obi-Wan knew he deserved it after Medlia/Daan, but that did not make it any easier to handle. It seemed as if the Master was upset that the younger one didn't exactly act like the Padawan before him. It was only at night the apprentice acknowledged this though, for during the day his focus never wavered off his goal of becoming a Jedi.
A transport rushed by, making a noise impossible for someone not to hear. But the young teenager slept on, thus proving how tired he was.
However, his sleep was now light enough that any noise would awaken him.
The chrono on the nightstand silently counted time, waiting for the specified trigger to signal so it could sound the alarm. Ten seconds left. . . . eight. . . . . . . . .three. . two. . one. . RINNNGGG!!!!!
Obi-Wan yelped and rolled over, then groaned. A hand blindly went up and slapped at the offending maching until it stopped making noise. Picking his body up off the floor, he spent another five minutes yanking at the blankets tangled around his body. They boy stood and let out a giant yawn before heading off to the refresher.
One hour later the boy came running in, fully dressed, to retrieve he items he needed for class. When he had the time, he would sit and laugh at the fact that he fell asleep in the shower. . . .twice. Now, if he didn't hurry up and get to class he's be in big trouble. Obi-Wan ran through the quarters like a madman, barely catching Qui-Gon's startled gaze as he made his way to the door.
"Sorry Master, but I'm running late!"
He sprinted through the hallways, not bothering to notice the dissaproving stares from the Knights and Masters for his lack of punctuality. Once he reached the gardens he slowed down, remembering all too well the free fall he took curtosy of stll existing ice. Back in the hallway, he resumed his sprinting to Master Al-Kuma's levitation class.
Walking in, he felt like groaning as the entire class looked at him. Glancing at the chrono, he mentally slapped himself as he read he was three minutes late. 'You should've taken your chances in the garden.' Turning to Master Al-Kuma, he bowed and said, "I apologize for my tardiness, Master. I offer no excuses."
"For what reason are you late, Padawan Kenobi?" inquired the instructor.
"Um. . . . ah. . . ., " the boy fidgeted.
"Well?"
"I. . . .uh . . . .fell asleep in the shower."
Silence reigned for about two seconds for the class burst up in laughter. Obi-Wan's face quickly turned red. 'Maybe I won't be lauging about this later, after all.' Flushed and embarrased, he sat himself down on his levitation mat.
That afternoon, Obi-Wan entered his and Qui-Gon's quarters and promptly collapsed on the couch. Sighing, the boy ran his hands through his unruly, spiked hair. He let out a frustrated groan and reflected on the past few hours.
Every since Bruck's death he'd been recieving heavy critisism from the bully's friends. They all thought he did it out of revenge. The whole day he had to put up with that along with remarks about sleeping in the shower.
The boy was alone to defend himself, for his friends were away on missions. Somehow, Obi-Wan was able to keep his temper, thus showing
that his traing was working, but it didn't mean he wasn't fuming inside.
This day turned out just as almost ever other day had: horrible before it had truly begun.
'I need something relaxing to do.' Obi-Wan couldn't help but think that any evening away from his quarters and the depression center that was his Master would be realxing. 'Maybe a good holovid at the theatre. There's that one I wanted to see. . . . It's not like Qui-Gon will care or notice I'm here anyway.'
Hurriedly entering a note into his datapad and leaving it on a table for Qui-Gon to see where it would be, he left his quarters, credits in hand. It would take an hour by air taxi to get to the nearest theatre. And if he was lucky, he could make the next show. Like it or not, the boy, like any other teenager, had a curfiew. One, if he didn't abide by, would have major repercussions, and he didn't need his master trusing him any less.
'How is it possible this day could've gotten any worse?' Sprinting through the corridors of the Jedi temple, Obi-Wan firmly kicked the thought from his mind for the billionth time. Sweat poured down his body, soaking his tunics, making his glad he hadn't brought his robe. The boy's hair was matted to his head, and he was sure his feet were covered in blisters.
He had left in the middle of the afternoon, sure he would be back within a couple of hours. Of course, just like everything else, it didn't go as planned. After arriving near the theatre, he had been ready to go in when he was knocked over by a group of thugs. Everything was such a confusing blur that by the time he gained his bearings, the thugs were gone along with he credits.
At first he thought, 'It's just a few credits, no matter. I'll just try and get a ride back to the temple.' Easier thought than done. He was in a part of Coruscant that was not known for it's generous inhabitants, even to Jedi. No one woluld give him a ride unless they were paid, and paid well. So, having no other option, he began to run back to the temple The normally one hour ride by air taxi (on a good day), turned into a four hour run, with only two ten minute breaks to actually breathe.
Obi-Wan knew he had broken curfiew by at least and hour. 'At least I actually have a good alabi. . . .I hope.'
***
Pace. Pace. Pace. Turn. Pace. Pace. Pace. Turn. This mantra had been repeated on the floor by Qui-Gon for the last forty-five minutes. Every pace made him angrier, and every turn made him worry a litle more. 'How could the boy be so careless? He didn't bring his comlink or robe and hasn't bothered to contact me although he has breeched curfiew.'
The door opened and Jinn turned to see a sweaty Padawan enter, panting hard. Hands on his hips, he let the full disspointment in his voice show, "Where have you been? Your curfiew was forty-five minutes ago!"
"I'm sorry Master, I've had some problems," Obi-Wan panted. "Like getting robbed, forgetting my comlink, and have to run for four hours to get back because no one would give me a ride!"
"I don't care. There are more than five beings on Coruscant, Obi-Wan. Surely you could've borrowed someone's comlink!" Qui-Gon sighed and muttered, "Honestly, I don't know why I put my trust in you anymore...."
The words hurt Obi-Wan more than someone slashing him reapedately with a lightsaber. Tears formed with the last few droplets of water left in his body. "Fine," he said, voice cracking. "If that's how you feel, I'll go. There's no sense in being a burden to you anymore."
Spinning on his heels, Obi-Wan turned and left the room. Knowing Jinn wouldn't follow, he fast walked. Upon reaching the ground floor, he quickly made his way to he enterance, stepping just inside.
Looking back, he whisperd, "Goodbye," before heading out into the busy streets. . . .
TBC
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