As he lay back on his pillowed bed, Obi-Wan Kenobi dreampt of his home planet, Jasur. How he missed those warm, comfortable nights when his mother used to sing to him. It all seemed so distant from the cold harshness of space. He would never hear those songs again, only the foreign notes of strangers.
He looked up at the metallic roof of his quarters. It was so dull and barren, a metaphore for life in space. Closing his eyes again, Obi-Wan could almost imagine the beautiful gardens of the land and it's sky, blue like an angel's eye.
Suddenly there was a stir in the force. Obi-Wan froze, unsure of the source of the disturbance. He felt it draw nearer, ever so slowly gaining on his bed. He reached cautiously for his saber, and was just about to strike when a hand moved across his forehead. Obi-Wan then knew who the intruder was. It was Qui-Gon-Jin, his Jedi Master.
"Hello, Obi-Wan, are you awake?" the voice was calm and smooth as it softly moved over Obi-Wan's body. His body became rigid and uncomfortable, "Yes, Master. I am."
Qui-Gon pulled the sheets away from the bed, revealing Obi-Wan's bare body, and reached out for his young padawan's shaking arm. "I am glad you are awake..."
The morning seemed to come earlier than it had in previous days, and when Obi-Wan awoke, he found himself alone in the bed with it's blankets around him tightly. Realizing that there was no one there to hear him, he let himself cry. His body was weak from the night and he felt that he would never be free of the smell of his master. He got up, and dressed for breakfast, trying to sing the old songs of his childhood.
It was thought that Obi-Wan was an orphan, but that was not the case. He had been taken from his mother when Qui-Gon had won the bet for a slave. He had then been taken as his padawan at thirteen and was learning the ways of the Jedi. It was only in the past few months that Qui-Gon had begun to come into his room at night. It was a feared time, and always unexpected. Now Obi-Wan feared for Anakin what had happened to him.
It was a strange thing though. Obi-Wan could never leave Qui-Gon, no matter how he harmed him. It was as though he'd become his father, and Obi-Wan could never have lost that sense of security. Besides, he needed Qui-Gon to become a Jedi.
The Master was oblivious, believing that Obi-Wan enjoyed those nights, the nights when he gave himself to his master, and Obi-Wan encouraged that illusion, pretending that nothing had occurred and that everything was fine in the world. He obeyed his master and never questioned him. All this was about to change, the day Obi-Wan met Oriah, the young girl who was saved from Tatooine slavery by master Qui-Gon.......
He looked up at the metallic roof of his quarters. It was so dull and barren, a metaphore for life in space. Closing his eyes again, Obi-Wan could almost imagine the beautiful gardens of the land and it's sky, blue like an angel's eye.
Suddenly there was a stir in the force. Obi-Wan froze, unsure of the source of the disturbance. He felt it draw nearer, ever so slowly gaining on his bed. He reached cautiously for his saber, and was just about to strike when a hand moved across his forehead. Obi-Wan then knew who the intruder was. It was Qui-Gon-Jin, his Jedi Master.
"Hello, Obi-Wan, are you awake?" the voice was calm and smooth as it softly moved over Obi-Wan's body. His body became rigid and uncomfortable, "Yes, Master. I am."
Qui-Gon pulled the sheets away from the bed, revealing Obi-Wan's bare body, and reached out for his young padawan's shaking arm. "I am glad you are awake..."
The morning seemed to come earlier than it had in previous days, and when Obi-Wan awoke, he found himself alone in the bed with it's blankets around him tightly. Realizing that there was no one there to hear him, he let himself cry. His body was weak from the night and he felt that he would never be free of the smell of his master. He got up, and dressed for breakfast, trying to sing the old songs of his childhood.
It was thought that Obi-Wan was an orphan, but that was not the case. He had been taken from his mother when Qui-Gon had won the bet for a slave. He had then been taken as his padawan at thirteen and was learning the ways of the Jedi. It was only in the past few months that Qui-Gon had begun to come into his room at night. It was a feared time, and always unexpected. Now Obi-Wan feared for Anakin what had happened to him.
It was a strange thing though. Obi-Wan could never leave Qui-Gon, no matter how he harmed him. It was as though he'd become his father, and Obi-Wan could never have lost that sense of security. Besides, he needed Qui-Gon to become a Jedi.
The Master was oblivious, believing that Obi-Wan enjoyed those nights, the nights when he gave himself to his master, and Obi-Wan encouraged that illusion, pretending that nothing had occurred and that everything was fine in the world. He obeyed his master and never questioned him. All this was about to change, the day Obi-Wan met Oriah, the young girl who was saved from Tatooine slavery by master Qui-Gon.......