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Jik S Kenobi Manza and a few others (My characters 4 AU)
*The Dreams*
"Jik Kenobi!" called a voice. "Who's there?" asked Jik as he activated his yellow lightsaber blade. "Do not fear me," said the voice as a figure began to appear from the mist. "Who are you?" asked Jik unsure if he should deactivate his lightsaber. "I am a friend," said the voice. Jik slowly lowered his lightsaber, but didn't deactivate it. "Yeah I've heard that before," said Jik as he gazed at the man. "Jik listen to me… this is urgent," said the man. "I'm listening," said Jik. "The Jedi are returning, repairing, and growing, but they will need a Kenobi to be at their side to win against new invaders," said the man. "What invaders?" asked Jik as he deactivated his lightsaber. "Evil beings, who cannot been seen in the Force," said the man. "How can they be stopped?" asked Jik. "I can not say, and I don't believe you will know either, but someone will defeat them, but your future is a part of that victory however it turns out you are strong," said the man.
"JIK!" yelled a voice. Jik sat up, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What?" he asked irritably. "You were mumbling in your sleep, and eight of the crew have already tried to wake you," said the now familiar voice of Mazan. "How long was I asleep?" asked Jik. "Three days now," said Mazan. Jik shook his head. "It… it seemed so… so real," whispered Jik more to himself then Mazan. He lifted his head, and realized Mazan had left. "Jik you must be ready." Jik leaped to his feet. "Ready? Ready for what?" he asked the room. "You must understand before you venture forward." Jik looked around the room. "Where are you damn it!" he growled in frustration. "Meditate on what you have learned, and later we will continue." Jik sighed, sat down on the mat, and began to meditate.
"Jik?" called the man. "I am here," said Jik as he gazed at the mist. "Your father would've been proud… he… he would have loved to see what a man you now are," said the man, who looked sad. "No one knew my father… he was a rouge Jedi," said Jik with anger. "So you assume, but assumption alone doesn't give you many facts," said the man. "I… I guess I've become the rouge myself… my… my life hasn't been easy," said Jik. "Life is never easy," said the man. Jik sighed. "True, but why does it hurt still… a… after all these years of being in exile?" asked Jik as he looked at the man. "No pain can really be stopped… it's… it's a part of who we are… our scars make us who we were never before," said the man. Jik smiled. "… But the dreams… they haunt me still," said Jik. The man smiled. "My dreams have haunted me even in death," said the man.
Jik sat up his room was dark, and he could feel the sweat. The door opened. "Jik?" asked Mazan. "I…" Jik tried to steady his breathing, "I'm okay Maz," was all Jik could manage in his panic. Mazan nodded, and patted Jik's shoulder then left. "Those nightmares!" whispered Jik bowing his head. They're still… so… so fresh. Jik lifted his head, and silently muttered; before sliding out of bed, and meditating.
"These were more v… vivid more… real," whispered Jik as he looked at the man. "Memories of the past," said the man nodding. "But they were never this vivid… not even when they happened," said Jik. "Disturbing," said the man as he gazed off into the mist, "What do these dreams have?" asked the man. "Pain… horror… defeat," said Jik. "Hmmm Evil?" asked the man. "… G… great evil," said Jik. "I will let you rest. Tomorrow we will speak about this some more," said the man. "How?" asked Jik. "privately, but face to face," said the man, who faded away.
Jik stared at the blue spirit of the man Jik shook his head "It's impossible i… I can't do this," he whispered "You must try Jik." Jik nodded "Okay I… I'll try," said Jik who fell into meditation on the mat he was sitting on.