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would probably send his lawyers to murder me. As to archiving this, ask my
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Redemption from the Darkest Depths
Qui-gon's POV
First part
I stood there complementing the past. Where has my path taken me? Down a road that I did not want to go at the beginning. Strange how love can drive a person to the dark side. I know he would never have let me fall, but he isn't here, is he? Sigh. My life was torn from me, all because one person hated me. Why couldn't he have killed me instead of Obi-wan! Why couldn't he have killed me after he killed Obi-wan. Now I will never forget that look in Obi-wan's eyes as his life faded. All because of me. I have failed two Padawans and myself.
"Lord Harkin?" a voice called behind me.
"Yes?" I asked, not turning around.
Harkin, how appropriate. That is pure irony. When Obi-wan died, Qui-gon Jinn and his faith in the Jedi died with it. Harkin was born in the blood that had flowed from Obi-wan. The name means dark red, just as Obi-wan's blood had been. Just as mine had been.
"We are approaching the planet. What would you have us do when we get there?" the young officer asked me.
"Send out the assassins, I don't want any of those monsters left alive, understood?" I snapped.
"Yes, sir," the young man said and left.
Now I would get my revenge and destroy those who killed Obi-wan. The Jedi would not help me, but I had pulled an army together that could rival the Republic's. I would destroy those monsters, and then it was on to the next target, until everyone that had any part in it was dead. Then the Jedi would be destroyed and the Dark Jedi will take their place. I shall see to that. Once I might have actually cared what happened to the people, but now it doesn't matter. My heart was replaced by this cold but confident stone. Obi-wan would yell and cry against these actions, but I have seen what evil does to good. Now its time that the evil got its own taste of fear and pain.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We destroyed those monsters easily. Now we continue on our way to the next target. How could I have denied myself this power? Xanatos was right in so many ways. I wonder where he is at this moment? Probably hiding on some backwater world. I don't care.
I had gone back to my quarters to meditate. My feelings were troubling me again. I wish the nightmares would leave me. I know I must confront them, and now is better then later.
I sat down and crossed my legs. I pulled my senses inward and they
went strait for that image.
We had been on a mission when an enemy had kidnapped us. For days they tortured us both, always-in sight of the other to double the pain. Then the Jedi had come and found us. The enemies knew that they had to kill us off quickly and leave. They started with Obi-wan. They stabbed him again and again with that same cruel blade. It sank into his young beaten flesh easily and drew blood. Obi-wan was too weak to fight them. When they were certain he was almost dead, they turned to me. I struggled against them, only wishing to be with my Padawan. The blood-stained dagger bit into me as well. First in the shoulder, then the right leg, then the neck. They then dropped me as well and ran. I had crawled to Obi-wan and cradled him in my arms. I couldn't speak or hardly breathe. Obi-wan looked at me with pain filled eyes.
"Mmmmassster, it hurts," he whispered.
//I know, Padawan,// I said softly through our bond.
"Make it stop," he pleaded.
His life was waning rapidly. I reached out and tried to keep the pain at bay from Obi-wan. He relaxed slightly and sighed.
"Its all right, Master," he whispered as he brushed a tear from my bloody cheek.
I knew he wouldn't live and so did he. But he still cared about me.
//Rest, Obi-wan,// I sent.
He nodded and his glazed eyes closed. His breathing slowed then stopped. I knew he had gone on into the Force. I cried and clutched at his lifeless body. A fire lit into me then, a fire of vengeance. It steadily grew as the Jedi failed to find the murderers. I had barely survived and at times I wish I hadn't. But I had a purpose. I was going to take care of those monsters once and for all and rid this galaxy of the Jedi as well. The irony is amazing. The great Jedi Master from their order has fallen and now destroys them in one stroke. How ironic, how dark.
"You are right, Qui-gon, it is very ironic. Just like it is ironic that you now seem to be on the same dark road that I am on," a voice said from the shadows and he stepped into view.
"Xanatos," I said as I stood.
Redemption from the Darkest Depths
Qui-gon's POV
First part
I stood there complementing the past. Where has my path taken me? Down a road that I did not want to go at the beginning. Strange how love can drive a person to the dark side. I know he would never have let me fall, but he isn't here, is he? Sigh. My life was torn from me, all because one person hated me. Why couldn't he have killed me instead of Obi-wan! Why couldn't he have killed me after he killed Obi-wan. Now I will never forget that look in Obi-wan's eyes as his life faded. All because of me. I have failed two Padawans and myself.
"Lord Harkin?" a voice called behind me.
"Yes?" I asked, not turning around.
Harkin, how appropriate. That is pure irony. When Obi-wan died, Qui-gon Jinn and his faith in the Jedi died with it. Harkin was born in the blood that had flowed from Obi-wan. The name means dark red, just as Obi-wan's blood had been. Just as mine had been.
"We are approaching the planet. What would you have us do when we get there?" the young officer asked me.
"Send out the assassins, I don't want any of those monsters left alive, understood?" I snapped.
"Yes, sir," the young man said and left.
Now I would get my revenge and destroy those who killed Obi-wan. The Jedi would not help me, but I had pulled an army together that could rival the Republic's. I would destroy those monsters, and then it was on to the next target, until everyone that had any part in it was dead. Then the Jedi would be destroyed and the Dark Jedi will take their place. I shall see to that. Once I might have actually cared what happened to the people, but now it doesn't matter. My heart was replaced by this cold but confident stone. Obi-wan would yell and cry against these actions, but I have seen what evil does to good. Now its time that the evil got its own taste of fear and pain.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We destroyed those monsters easily. Now we continue on our way to the next target. How could I have denied myself this power? Xanatos was right in so many ways. I wonder where he is at this moment? Probably hiding on some backwater world. I don't care.
I had gone back to my quarters to meditate. My feelings were troubling me again. I wish the nightmares would leave me. I know I must confront them, and now is better then later.
I sat down and crossed my legs. I pulled my senses inward and they
went strait for that image.
We had been on a mission when an enemy had kidnapped us. For days they tortured us both, always-in sight of the other to double the pain. Then the Jedi had come and found us. The enemies knew that they had to kill us off quickly and leave. They started with Obi-wan. They stabbed him again and again with that same cruel blade. It sank into his young beaten flesh easily and drew blood. Obi-wan was too weak to fight them. When they were certain he was almost dead, they turned to me. I struggled against them, only wishing to be with my Padawan. The blood-stained dagger bit into me as well. First in the shoulder, then the right leg, then the neck. They then dropped me as well and ran. I had crawled to Obi-wan and cradled him in my arms. I couldn't speak or hardly breathe. Obi-wan looked at me with pain filled eyes.
"Mmmmassster, it hurts," he whispered.
//I know, Padawan,// I said softly through our bond.
"Make it stop," he pleaded.
His life was waning rapidly. I reached out and tried to keep the pain at bay from Obi-wan. He relaxed slightly and sighed.
"Its all right, Master," he whispered as he brushed a tear from my bloody cheek.
I knew he wouldn't live and so did he. But he still cared about me.
//Rest, Obi-wan,// I sent.
He nodded and his glazed eyes closed. His breathing slowed then stopped. I knew he had gone on into the Force. I cried and clutched at his lifeless body. A fire lit into me then, a fire of vengeance. It steadily grew as the Jedi failed to find the murderers. I had barely survived and at times I wish I hadn't. But I had a purpose. I was going to take care of those monsters once and for all and rid this galaxy of the Jedi as well. The irony is amazing. The great Jedi Master from their order has fallen and now destroys them in one stroke. How ironic, how dark.
"You are right, Qui-gon, it is very ironic. Just like it is ironic that you now seem to be on the same dark road that I am on," a voice said from the shadows and he stepped into view.
"Xanatos," I said as I stood.