Title: Fate of Destiny
Part I: Hallucinations
Timeframe: Obi-Wan is 15
Author: Knight_Obi
Story Summary: When an old nemesis of Qui-Gon wants to poison him, Obi-Wan bears the brunt of it, but the worse was yet to come.
Rating: Angst/Torture PG-13 (violence, death, torture)
Spoilers: some JA books
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns all of StarWars related characters.I'm just having fun torturing them. Jane Jinn owns An-Paj, but I own Antes.
Author's Notes: indicates thought through bond. // // is thought to self. ** are italics.
Further NOTES: This fic is actually quite far along so I'll be updating in groups of two chapters. The beginning of this may sound a bit redundant and corny, but if you stick with me throughout the series, I promise some surprising twists.
Thanks.
Enjoy. Read. Review. And as always, May the Force be With You.
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Chapter 1:
//Master will be thrilled// Obi-Wan thought as he left the training gymnasium. His tunic was already soaked with sweat and he probably didn't smell any better. //I really should freshen up// Obi-Wan decided after getting a whiff of himself.
He began to walk down the corridor, heading to his quarters, when he saw a Calamarian girl running excitedly to him, on her face a radiant smile. It was Bant.
"Obi-Wan!" Bant exclaimed as she ran to embrace him in a hug.
"Bant! I can't believe it's you". Obi-Wan returned Bant's embrace with his own. It had been too long since he saw his best friend. He and Qui- Gon had been sent on numerous missions lately and Obi-Wan never got the chance to hang around the Jedi Temple long enough to catch up with his friends. He missed that terribly.
Bant broke the hug almost abruptly and made a disgusted look on her face.
"Gee Obi-Wan, I know it's been a while since I saw you last, but I don't remember you smelling so bad"
"Well it's good to see you too Bant" Obi-Wan replied sarcastically.
"You know I don't mean anything by it" Bant said quickly with a mischievous smile. "But you really do smell bad Obi-Wan." She emphasized.
"I just got out of saber practice.and you won't believe what happened!"
"What?"
"Master Rousson said that I'm qualified for the annual Saber Competition at Level 4!!"
"Level 4? Wow, that's usually reserved for senior Padawans. That's so great Obi-Wan. Have you told Master Jinn yet?"
"No, not yet. I was going to tell him tonight. He's in debriefing at the Jedi Council now for our last mission"
"OH.that's going to take a while"
"I know"
Bant giggled. "Well I need to get this to the Healers' Lab, but you better be ready to tell me all about your adventures when I see you afterwards"
"Tell you, I will " Obi-Wan answered with am impish grin of his own.
"And see you I will, Obi-Wan" Bant replied.
And with that, Bant left, leaving Obi-Wan behind cherishing his childhood memories with his friend when they would often imitate Master Yoda's "special linguistic". After a few moments in reverie, Obi-Wan continued to his quarters.
He was pressing the code to the room when he felt a slight disturbance in the Force. Quickly, Obi-Wan closed his eyes in concentration to try and probe out the source.
Nothing. Whatever the disturbance was, it was gone without a trace.
Obi-Wan shrugged, "Hmm, I must be more tired than I thought".
He entered the room and immediately headed for the 'fresher'. He stopped short on his way when he felt an ominous flicker of energy brushed by. He quickly turned around, but there was nothing to see. No one else was in the room. Again, Obi-Wan tried to probe out with the Force, but like his previous attempt.nothing.
Obi-Wan stood there in the middle of the living area, trying to make sense of the situation but came to no conclusion. Anxiety was pulling at him.
//Now, now Obi-Wan, what did Master always reminded you of.'Don't center on your anxieties'// Obi-Wan scolded himself. //And I'm probably just tired and imagined things//
With that, Obi-Wan headed towards the 'fresher'.and that was when he felt it.
Something fast was coming at him.
Instinctively, Obi-Wan grabbed his lightsaber to deflect whatever it was, only to find his trusted lightsaber not by his side. He had left it on a dresser when he came into the room. He had no time scold himself for such a careless mistake and tried to move out of the trajectory of whatever it was that came menacingly toward him. With a quick move, Obi-Wan leapt to his right and landed hard on the floor. He immediately looked up and saw a metal flower-like device firmly pressed into the wall where his head had been a few millisecond ago.
"Whew!" Obi-Wan let out an exasperated sigh, seeing how close he was to becoming a Jedi pincushion.
He stood up to examine the flower.
//It's definitely a weapon of some sort but where did it.//
Before he could finish his thoughts, the flower-like device secreted a pink gas. Obi-Wan tried to hold his breath, but it was too late.
Part I: Hallucinations
Timeframe: Obi-Wan is 15
Author: Knight_Obi
Story Summary: When an old nemesis of Qui-Gon wants to poison him, Obi-Wan bears the brunt of it, but the worse was yet to come.
Rating: Angst/Torture PG-13 (violence, death, torture)
Spoilers: some JA books
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns all of StarWars related characters.I'm just having fun torturing them. Jane Jinn owns An-Paj, but I own Antes.
Author's Notes: indicates thought through bond. // // is thought to self. ** are italics.
Further NOTES: This fic is actually quite far along so I'll be updating in groups of two chapters. The beginning of this may sound a bit redundant and corny, but if you stick with me throughout the series, I promise some surprising twists.
Thanks.
Enjoy. Read. Review. And as always, May the Force be With You.
*************************************************
Chapter 1:
//Master will be thrilled// Obi-Wan thought as he left the training gymnasium. His tunic was already soaked with sweat and he probably didn't smell any better. //I really should freshen up// Obi-Wan decided after getting a whiff of himself.
He began to walk down the corridor, heading to his quarters, when he saw a Calamarian girl running excitedly to him, on her face a radiant smile. It was Bant.
"Obi-Wan!" Bant exclaimed as she ran to embrace him in a hug.
"Bant! I can't believe it's you". Obi-Wan returned Bant's embrace with his own. It had been too long since he saw his best friend. He and Qui- Gon had been sent on numerous missions lately and Obi-Wan never got the chance to hang around the Jedi Temple long enough to catch up with his friends. He missed that terribly.
Bant broke the hug almost abruptly and made a disgusted look on her face.
"Gee Obi-Wan, I know it's been a while since I saw you last, but I don't remember you smelling so bad"
"Well it's good to see you too Bant" Obi-Wan replied sarcastically.
"You know I don't mean anything by it" Bant said quickly with a mischievous smile. "But you really do smell bad Obi-Wan." She emphasized.
"I just got out of saber practice.and you won't believe what happened!"
"What?"
"Master Rousson said that I'm qualified for the annual Saber Competition at Level 4!!"
"Level 4? Wow, that's usually reserved for senior Padawans. That's so great Obi-Wan. Have you told Master Jinn yet?"
"No, not yet. I was going to tell him tonight. He's in debriefing at the Jedi Council now for our last mission"
"OH.that's going to take a while"
"I know"
Bant giggled. "Well I need to get this to the Healers' Lab, but you better be ready to tell me all about your adventures when I see you afterwards"
"Tell you, I will " Obi-Wan answered with am impish grin of his own.
"And see you I will, Obi-Wan" Bant replied.
And with that, Bant left, leaving Obi-Wan behind cherishing his childhood memories with his friend when they would often imitate Master Yoda's "special linguistic". After a few moments in reverie, Obi-Wan continued to his quarters.
He was pressing the code to the room when he felt a slight disturbance in the Force. Quickly, Obi-Wan closed his eyes in concentration to try and probe out the source.
Nothing. Whatever the disturbance was, it was gone without a trace.
Obi-Wan shrugged, "Hmm, I must be more tired than I thought".
He entered the room and immediately headed for the 'fresher'. He stopped short on his way when he felt an ominous flicker of energy brushed by. He quickly turned around, but there was nothing to see. No one else was in the room. Again, Obi-Wan tried to probe out with the Force, but like his previous attempt.nothing.
Obi-Wan stood there in the middle of the living area, trying to make sense of the situation but came to no conclusion. Anxiety was pulling at him.
//Now, now Obi-Wan, what did Master always reminded you of.'Don't center on your anxieties'// Obi-Wan scolded himself. //And I'm probably just tired and imagined things//
With that, Obi-Wan headed towards the 'fresher'.and that was when he felt it.
Something fast was coming at him.
Instinctively, Obi-Wan grabbed his lightsaber to deflect whatever it was, only to find his trusted lightsaber not by his side. He had left it on a dresser when he came into the room. He had no time scold himself for such a careless mistake and tried to move out of the trajectory of whatever it was that came menacingly toward him. With a quick move, Obi-Wan leapt to his right and landed hard on the floor. He immediately looked up and saw a metal flower-like device firmly pressed into the wall where his head had been a few millisecond ago.
"Whew!" Obi-Wan let out an exasperated sigh, seeing how close he was to becoming a Jedi pincushion.
He stood up to examine the flower.
//It's definitely a weapon of some sort but where did it.//
Before he could finish his thoughts, the flower-like device secreted a pink gas. Obi-Wan tried to hold his breath, but it was too late.