Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I just kidnapped them and forced them into it. -jabs Qui with Pointy stick-
Qui-gon stared down at the funeral pyre, listening absently as the Masters uttered the last rites. Rites that shouldn't have been said for decades more, he thought bitterly. The eulogy came to an end, and with trembling hands, he touched his 'saber to the pyre. He closed his eyes, unable to watch his padawan's body incinerate.
Mace lightly laid a hand on his shoulder, fighting his growing feeling of unease. The Force surrounding his friend was dim, and growing darker by the moment. Mace sighed. Qui-gon was going after those that had murdered his padawan, he knew. He knew that justice and reason were lost to the distraught master. And he knew he couldn't do a thing to stop him. He hesitated, then pulled a small object from his tunic pocket. Whether this was the right decision or not, he wasn't sure. But Qui-gon needed to know. He sighed.
"We found this," He said softly, holding out the small pendent. "Near Obi-wan's body" Qui-gon stared, taking the small gem in his hand. Fury clouded his features as recognition dawned.
"Xanatos." He spat the name like a curse.
"Keep in mind, it doesn't prove he was involved. It might be nothing more than coincidence, it is a fairly common stone…but just in case, I thought you deserved to know." He paused, and stepped away, giving the taller Jedi room. Qui-gon's gaze had never left the pendant in his grasp. Maces words had been lost to him. As he bolted from the room, there was only one thought that came through clearly: Xanatos would pay. He would see to it that he suffered as much as his padawan had
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Qui-gon set the ship on autopilot, and leaned back into the pilot's seat. He rolled Xanatos pendent in his palm, feeling his own life-force pulsing through it. It was an odd thing to feel, his own signature. Xanatos had told him oh the pendant's power once years ago, but Qui-gon had never thought much of it. At first it had struck him as odd that the infamous Fallen One had kept such a memento - then he had realized that it could be used to track him. And now that he knew of that power, he would use it against Xanatos.
He focused hard on the tattered remains of a bond never fully destroyed, grasping frays of Xanatos' life-force, binding it around the stone. The pendant hummed, accepting the new essence and locking it within its center. Its polished blue faded momentarily, and it began to alter itself, faceting and shifting. A corner shattered, shards blasting into the flesh of his palm. Qui-gon grit his teeth, but did not relinquish his grip. The humming slowed to a light pulse, quicker and sporadic compared to how it had been seconds before.
It had worked.