Obi-wan sighed and sat back in his chair. The most boring part of flying was always hyperspace. The only thing to do was talk to someone, but unfortunately his Master, the infamous Qui-gon Jinn, was otherwise occupied. He knew he could go back into the common area of their Republic cruiser, but a feeling of impending disaster had plagued him ever since they had left the Temple and he was reluctant to leave the cockpit.
Several long, unexciting hours later, Obi-wan was jolted awake from his brief nap by the beeping of the console. With practiced ease, he reached out and pulled the lever toward the floor, thus returning the stars to their proper place in the universe. As if on cue, Qui-gon entered the cockpit to witness the exit from hyperspace. Obi-wan turned expectantly toward his mentor for further instructions. In his rumbling baritone, Qui-gon outlined the mission for his teenaged companion.

"The government of the fourth planet in this system has been overturned by revolutionaries. Our mission is to fly into the main port, pick up the senator, and bring him back to Coruscant so he can petition the Chancellor for military assistance." Before Obi-wan could respond with much more than a nod, the comm. unit activated and the panicked voice of Senator Lehc'ar came into scratchy existence.

"Master Jedi, I have been forced to flee to a safe house twenty miles south of the main city. Be cautious when entering the atmosphere." The comm. unit then died in a shower of sparks as a shot from the planet's surface impacted with the bottom of the ship. Obi-wan threw the ship into evasive maneuvers as Qui-gon ran back to the only other seat available and attempted to strap himself in. He had barely succeeded when the ship jolted with another impact on their now-activated shields. The next shot was luckier and slammed into the engine compartment, causing the battered cruiser to freefall toward the planet.

Obi-wan felt the engine give out and instinctively reached out with the Force to slow the ship enough for a landing. He was elated when he felt Qui-gon's Force strength join with his. Slowly the ship came into a semblance of control.



Just then, a final shot from the surface cannons tore through the shields, jerking Qui-gon's crash webbing loose and hurling him head-first into the metal bulkhead. The flash of pain he felt before unconsciousness claimed him flashed across the fledgling training bond to Obi-wan. He gasped and his concentration snapped. The ship gained speed at a very fast rate and before Obi-wan could react, the ship barreled into the unforgiving ground with such force it ripped his chair from its moorings.

After disentangling himself from the now useless crash webbing, Obi-wan stood shakily, calling for his Master. When no answer came, Obi-wan began searching for him. As he stepped into the lounge, he gasped. His Master was laying on the deck, his leg pinned by his fallen chair, and his long, graying hair matted with blood that flowed from a large gash on his forehead. Obi-wan knelt down next to Qui-gon and shook him.

Qui-gon came blurrily awake to his Apprentice's urgent calls. The room did a loop-the-loop, and then settled, revealing Obi-wan's very worried face.

"Master?" Qui-gon groaned and Obi-wan's face lit up with a brief grin. "Hold on. I'm gonna get you out." He then shifted his attention to the chair. He concentrated and used the Force to shove the heavy object off Qui-gon's leg. He wasn't surprised to see his Master's shin bone poking through the skin; the leg was obviously broken. Quickly, but with great care, he tore Qui-gon's cloak into strips and used it to bandage his head and secure two metal beams around the offending appendage.

As Obi-wan hauled the much larger man to his feet, Qui-gon gasped as the room spun and his leg refused to support him. Obi-wan's strong grip on his elbow grounded him and he tried to reach out to the Force to balm his injuries enough for escape, but failed, his concentration shot. To his amazement, he suddenly felt the Force wash over him and blunt the pain. He glanced at his young companion who just looked away, grinning sheepishly. His expression suddenly changed a moment later and Qui-gon's Jedi training kicked in.

"What's wrong?" he inquired, even though the words echoed painfully in his skull like a bad jizz band. Obi-wan just tugged him through the hatch and dragged 

him through the surrounding forest for a short distance before they turned and watched as their only way off this Sith-forsaken planet exploded as it was pummeled by blaster fire by a passing fighter plane.