Author: Sheleigh
Disclaimer: Don't own them... just borrow Obi and Qui mainly to torture them... oops did I say that?
Dreams
Through the forest he ran, but a blur of light, his precious bundle grasped in
strong arms. He winces as the trembling figure screams, another seizure racking the slight
frame.
"Remember all the good times, young one! Remember! They will help you
through this." Still the soothing and calm voice has no effect on the boy. The man looks
warily around nerves on high alert, should the enemy that has hurt his young companion
attempt another attack.
*~*Flashback*~*
The man watches in fascinated horror as the saber slices through the air, straight
at the King they were to protect. Again mobile, he darts forth to defend him, but the split
second of hesitation has cost him, and he knows he won't save their charge. Yet, it was
not the end yet. His companion throws himself in front of the King. The boy who risks
his life to save another is speared through the stomach. He stiffens, shock registering on
the young face. Their masked foe laughs a cold laugh, a maniac's laugh. With a motion
so fluent, it is like silk, the maniac pulls his weapon out, revering in the blood that spurts
from the gruesome wound, then the maniac twists away, running silently from the scene.
The older man dashes over to the King and pushes him roughly into the safety of
the barracks. Then he turns and runs to his companion and gathers him into his strong
arms.
*~*End Flashback*~*
The man looks down again at the boy he grasps in his arms. He cries out with a
pain so deep, "NO! DON'T GO, DON'T!"
The life seems to be sucked out of the body and with a final breath the boy dies.
Qui-Gon Jinn wakes in a cold sweat. The dream seems so vivid, so real that he
gets up and does a precautionary check of his room. Walking into an adjacent room
aboard the small ship he and his apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi were currently occupying
Qui-Gon sits down to think of the mission ahead: a war-torn planet, with a King hiding
from his own people.
He stares at the wall fighting his own internal battle forcing himself to decide.
Should he live with the fact that he was to let an innocent man die for crimes he didn't
commit, or risk the chances of losing the boy he considers his son.
***
Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn walked down the ramp of their small transport and were greeted by a hooded man. Jinn walked over to him, and bowed using the lower vantage-point to peer into the hood that covered the face, and was surprised to see, not a man but a young woman. "I welcome you, Master Jedi. Please follow me." Qui-Gon nodded, then motioned for Obi- Wan to follow. The two Jedi fell easily into step behind the young women, who led them through a complex series of twists and turns. The trio finally reached their destination, a small rickety hut on the outskirts of the town they had landed in. The woman walked into the hut, and threw of her hood. "I am sorry that I had to be so silent, and didn't give you a proper greeting at the landing platform, but people are suspicious, and many know my face. I am the king's adviser, and hidden council. My name is Deidra Magliina, and I welcome you." Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan bowed to the adviser. "Now, if I may inquire…what are your names?"
"Qui-Gon Jinn and this is my Padawan learner Obi-Wan Kenobi. We are here because the king of this planet requested help from the Republic."
"Yes, this is a fact. His Majesty is greatly troubled. The people of this planet have become angry, because the pollution of the major cities is slowly killing the life here. They see this as the Kings fault. Please Master Jedi, help our king! He is innocent, and has done nothing. Indeed, he had warned the people that this may happen. And happen it did. The people became angry, it wasn't bad at first. A nuisance really, but it has gotten worse. The king is now in exile, and all that remains of his rule is the castle. The people have taken over, and there is a bounty for his head. They won't listen to reason, Master Jedi! Any supporters we may have left have been killed, captured and tortured, or gone into hiding." By now Deidra had tears flowing down her cheeks and she hastily reached up to scrub them away. "Please, I beg of you…don't let another innocent die." Qui- Gon winced at those words, thinking back to his dream.
'Was it a dream? Or was it a vision…of what is to come? Perhaps what will come if I accept this mission?' Qui-Gon snapped his attention back to the now, realizing that Deidra and Obi-Wan were staring at him. He quickly composed himself, then brought up shields to block his inner most thoughts. "We would be glad to help you, Lady Deidra. We respectfully ask to speak with His Majesty, as soon as possible. It would be best if we got him to Coruscant as quickly as possible." Deidra agreed quickly, and then turned on her heel, heading off to get the king.
"Master? Is something wrong? You lost focus for a moment…" Obi-Wan trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Jinn looked down on his apprentice, and awarded him a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Everything is fine, my s- Padawan. A disturbance in the Force." Obi-Wan glanced down, looking abashed.
"Oh. I didn't sense anything."
"Nor would I expect you to. It was nothing more then a ripple. Do not worry, keep your thoughts on the here and now." Obi-Wan started to say something, but thought better of it. This time Qui-Gon did smile, and looked down fondly at his Padawan. 'He was no doubt about to say something completely sarcastic, or something completely serious. I am lucky to have this one.'
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan turned towards the door, just as Deidra darted in. The two Jedi immediately noted her urgency. "Please come quickly! The king has been poisoned!" Deidra ran from the room, with the two close at her heels. Again, they went through a complex series of twist and turns, before coming to a large tree. Deidra walked up to it and rapped a series of rhythms. The image of the tree wavered for a moment, then fell completely, revealing what resembled a fortress. Deidra walked in the two steel doors in the front of the fortress and the two Jedi followed, silently. The large doors closed with an eerie bang and silence enveloped the fortress. Their guide bowed to a tall slim man, dressed in a black robe. "Master Jedi, allow me to introduce Dr. Shetan, the King's personal physician."
Obi-Wan glanced curiously at the man, immediately suspicious of the man. He glanced at his Master, and reached through the bond.
//Master? How can the King be poisoned if no one knows of the place?// Qui- Gon glanced at the young man, but other than that showed no reaction.
//The physician, Padawan, he is the cause… but be cautious, it is obvious he is a trusted advisor.//
Shetan glared at the two Jedi before distorting his Force presence. 'Well… this could be interesting, the Jedi are on to me, but no worries there, the elder one is too concerned for the young ones safety. The boy will meet an untimely end…'
The doctor walked over to the two Jedi, smiled and offered his hand. "It is good of you to come, Master Jedi. Please, help bring peace to our world, but for now, I must attend to His Majesty, if you will excuse me." Shetan bowed, and then turned in a flurry of robes- he was gone.
Shetan walked out of the King's chambers, ignoring Deidra as he walked by. The young woman in question stepped aside, not willing to get in the man's way. As Shetan glided by the woman he gave her a withering glance, then stopped in his stride, to turn back to the lady.
"I will only tell you this once, girl, you will not interfere with anything I do with the King." Deidra, looking quite confused, simply gaped at the man.
"S-sir? What ever are you talking about, Dr. Shetan?" Shetan seemed to take offense from being addressed, but just jerked his head.
"You heard me, now stay out of my way." Deidra nodded. "Good." Shetan continued his sweeping gait down the hall, his ever-present black cape billowing from his shoulders.
***
Obi-Wan woke from an odd dream (though he couldn't remember the details) in a cold sweat. The apprentice glanced quickly around his room, habit taking over, and took in all the details. Once he realized where he was, he slid silently out of his bed, and walked over to the small window that was in his room. From there he looked at the sky, noting the lack of stars, but what appeared to be fog. Obi-Wan sighed, and after glancing around once again, decided that walking around the fortress would be appropriate. The boy walked out of the room, after slipping on his robe, and started down the long hallway that eventually lead to the main chambers, and a large living area. He continued his walk past the quarters his Master was staying in. Of course Qui-Gon took notice of the boy's restless movement, but Obi- Wan quickly reassured him that he only required some exercise.
Obi-Wan's long walk down the hall came to an abrupt end when he was jerked from his feet, with something clamping over his mouth, and simultaneously cut off from the Force. Before the boy could cry out mentally, or physically to his Master, blackness had overtaken him, and he fell limp in the shadowy figure's arms, unconscious.
*dream*
Darkness seemed to envelop the two. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn turned, both looking for the passage to lightness again. 'MASTER!' the horrified scream of the Master's apprentice filled the darkness… a chamber, perhaps? Jinn honed in on the scream, and moved quickly towards it. A blood-red blade shot from the darkness, filling the room with an eerie gleam. The light of the sabre partially lit a face, showing the hideous scars.
"You remember me, Jinn? No…of course you don't. You did this to me! YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Qui-Gon stopped his advances as the blade of the sabre moved towards his Padawan's throat. "You led me to this…now live with it!" The red blade sliced through the air, but an emerald green sabre intercepted it.
"No. I will not allow you to do anything to harm this boy." The Jedi Master Force pushed his opponent away from Kenobi. The boy fell limply to the ground, unconscious. The mysterious man laughed coldly, then raised his sabre over the teen, and impaled him upon the weapon. Jinn screamed in horror, and rage, then using his emerald blade sliced viciously at the enemy. But rage had taken over the Master's mind, and the man used his calmness, and adjustment to the darkside to back Qui-Gon to a corner. Then he utilized his escape route, and escaped before the Jedi Master was able to react.
Qui-Gon ran to his fallen apprentice, using the shared bond to monitor him. He pushed Force energies towards his apprentice, trying in vain to save his Padawan.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Master… I am sorry." Qui-Gon felt an onslaught of tears threatening to spill over.
"Whatever for, my Padawan?" The mortally wounded apprentice reached up a shaking hand to his mentors face, and touched him on the cheek.
"I failed…you…sorry." Qui-Gon gave a small cry, then gathered the dying boy to his chest.
"Never, Padawan. You have never failed me." Obi-Wan smiled weakly at the small reassurance, and stiffened as another jolt of pain shot through his battered body.
"Love you... father."
"And I you, My Son." Obi-Wan took one last shuddering breath, then death took him, the spirit of the young Jedi one with the Force. Qui-Gon let out a low moan, and rested his forehead upon the young man's. "No… Obi-Wan, son… don't leave me."
tbc...
Disclaimer: Don't own them... just borrow Obi and Qui mainly to torture them... oops did I say that?
Dreams
Through the forest he ran, but a blur of light, his precious bundle grasped in
strong arms. He winces as the trembling figure screams, another seizure racking the slight
frame.
"Remember all the good times, young one! Remember! They will help you
through this." Still the soothing and calm voice has no effect on the boy. The man looks
warily around nerves on high alert, should the enemy that has hurt his young companion
attempt another attack.
*~*Flashback*~*
The man watches in fascinated horror as the saber slices through the air, straight
at the King they were to protect. Again mobile, he darts forth to defend him, but the split
second of hesitation has cost him, and he knows he won't save their charge. Yet, it was
not the end yet. His companion throws himself in front of the King. The boy who risks
his life to save another is speared through the stomach. He stiffens, shock registering on
the young face. Their masked foe laughs a cold laugh, a maniac's laugh. With a motion
so fluent, it is like silk, the maniac pulls his weapon out, revering in the blood that spurts
from the gruesome wound, then the maniac twists away, running silently from the scene.
The older man dashes over to the King and pushes him roughly into the safety of
the barracks. Then he turns and runs to his companion and gathers him into his strong
arms.
*~*End Flashback*~*
The man looks down again at the boy he grasps in his arms. He cries out with a
pain so deep, "NO! DON'T GO, DON'T!"
The life seems to be sucked out of the body and with a final breath the boy dies.
Qui-Gon Jinn wakes in a cold sweat. The dream seems so vivid, so real that he
gets up and does a precautionary check of his room. Walking into an adjacent room
aboard the small ship he and his apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi were currently occupying
Qui-Gon sits down to think of the mission ahead: a war-torn planet, with a King hiding
from his own people.
He stares at the wall fighting his own internal battle forcing himself to decide.
Should he live with the fact that he was to let an innocent man die for crimes he didn't
commit, or risk the chances of losing the boy he considers his son.
***
Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn walked down the ramp of their small transport and were greeted by a hooded man. Jinn walked over to him, and bowed using the lower vantage-point to peer into the hood that covered the face, and was surprised to see, not a man but a young woman. "I welcome you, Master Jedi. Please follow me." Qui-Gon nodded, then motioned for Obi- Wan to follow. The two Jedi fell easily into step behind the young women, who led them through a complex series of twists and turns. The trio finally reached their destination, a small rickety hut on the outskirts of the town they had landed in. The woman walked into the hut, and threw of her hood. "I am sorry that I had to be so silent, and didn't give you a proper greeting at the landing platform, but people are suspicious, and many know my face. I am the king's adviser, and hidden council. My name is Deidra Magliina, and I welcome you." Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan bowed to the adviser. "Now, if I may inquire…what are your names?"
"Qui-Gon Jinn and this is my Padawan learner Obi-Wan Kenobi. We are here because the king of this planet requested help from the Republic."
"Yes, this is a fact. His Majesty is greatly troubled. The people of this planet have become angry, because the pollution of the major cities is slowly killing the life here. They see this as the Kings fault. Please Master Jedi, help our king! He is innocent, and has done nothing. Indeed, he had warned the people that this may happen. And happen it did. The people became angry, it wasn't bad at first. A nuisance really, but it has gotten worse. The king is now in exile, and all that remains of his rule is the castle. The people have taken over, and there is a bounty for his head. They won't listen to reason, Master Jedi! Any supporters we may have left have been killed, captured and tortured, or gone into hiding." By now Deidra had tears flowing down her cheeks and she hastily reached up to scrub them away. "Please, I beg of you…don't let another innocent die." Qui- Gon winced at those words, thinking back to his dream.
'Was it a dream? Or was it a vision…of what is to come? Perhaps what will come if I accept this mission?' Qui-Gon snapped his attention back to the now, realizing that Deidra and Obi-Wan were staring at him. He quickly composed himself, then brought up shields to block his inner most thoughts. "We would be glad to help you, Lady Deidra. We respectfully ask to speak with His Majesty, as soon as possible. It would be best if we got him to Coruscant as quickly as possible." Deidra agreed quickly, and then turned on her heel, heading off to get the king.
"Master? Is something wrong? You lost focus for a moment…" Obi-Wan trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Jinn looked down on his apprentice, and awarded him a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Everything is fine, my s- Padawan. A disturbance in the Force." Obi-Wan glanced down, looking abashed.
"Oh. I didn't sense anything."
"Nor would I expect you to. It was nothing more then a ripple. Do not worry, keep your thoughts on the here and now." Obi-Wan started to say something, but thought better of it. This time Qui-Gon did smile, and looked down fondly at his Padawan. 'He was no doubt about to say something completely sarcastic, or something completely serious. I am lucky to have this one.'
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan turned towards the door, just as Deidra darted in. The two Jedi immediately noted her urgency. "Please come quickly! The king has been poisoned!" Deidra ran from the room, with the two close at her heels. Again, they went through a complex series of twist and turns, before coming to a large tree. Deidra walked up to it and rapped a series of rhythms. The image of the tree wavered for a moment, then fell completely, revealing what resembled a fortress. Deidra walked in the two steel doors in the front of the fortress and the two Jedi followed, silently. The large doors closed with an eerie bang and silence enveloped the fortress. Their guide bowed to a tall slim man, dressed in a black robe. "Master Jedi, allow me to introduce Dr. Shetan, the King's personal physician."
Obi-Wan glanced curiously at the man, immediately suspicious of the man. He glanced at his Master, and reached through the bond.
//Master? How can the King be poisoned if no one knows of the place?// Qui- Gon glanced at the young man, but other than that showed no reaction.
//The physician, Padawan, he is the cause… but be cautious, it is obvious he is a trusted advisor.//
Shetan glared at the two Jedi before distorting his Force presence. 'Well… this could be interesting, the Jedi are on to me, but no worries there, the elder one is too concerned for the young ones safety. The boy will meet an untimely end…'
The doctor walked over to the two Jedi, smiled and offered his hand. "It is good of you to come, Master Jedi. Please, help bring peace to our world, but for now, I must attend to His Majesty, if you will excuse me." Shetan bowed, and then turned in a flurry of robes- he was gone.
Shetan walked out of the King's chambers, ignoring Deidra as he walked by. The young woman in question stepped aside, not willing to get in the man's way. As Shetan glided by the woman he gave her a withering glance, then stopped in his stride, to turn back to the lady.
"I will only tell you this once, girl, you will not interfere with anything I do with the King." Deidra, looking quite confused, simply gaped at the man.
"S-sir? What ever are you talking about, Dr. Shetan?" Shetan seemed to take offense from being addressed, but just jerked his head.
"You heard me, now stay out of my way." Deidra nodded. "Good." Shetan continued his sweeping gait down the hall, his ever-present black cape billowing from his shoulders.
***
Obi-Wan woke from an odd dream (though he couldn't remember the details) in a cold sweat. The apprentice glanced quickly around his room, habit taking over, and took in all the details. Once he realized where he was, he slid silently out of his bed, and walked over to the small window that was in his room. From there he looked at the sky, noting the lack of stars, but what appeared to be fog. Obi-Wan sighed, and after glancing around once again, decided that walking around the fortress would be appropriate. The boy walked out of the room, after slipping on his robe, and started down the long hallway that eventually lead to the main chambers, and a large living area. He continued his walk past the quarters his Master was staying in. Of course Qui-Gon took notice of the boy's restless movement, but Obi- Wan quickly reassured him that he only required some exercise.
Obi-Wan's long walk down the hall came to an abrupt end when he was jerked from his feet, with something clamping over his mouth, and simultaneously cut off from the Force. Before the boy could cry out mentally, or physically to his Master, blackness had overtaken him, and he fell limp in the shadowy figure's arms, unconscious.
*dream*
Darkness seemed to envelop the two. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn turned, both looking for the passage to lightness again. 'MASTER!' the horrified scream of the Master's apprentice filled the darkness… a chamber, perhaps? Jinn honed in on the scream, and moved quickly towards it. A blood-red blade shot from the darkness, filling the room with an eerie gleam. The light of the sabre partially lit a face, showing the hideous scars.
"You remember me, Jinn? No…of course you don't. You did this to me! YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Qui-Gon stopped his advances as the blade of the sabre moved towards his Padawan's throat. "You led me to this…now live with it!" The red blade sliced through the air, but an emerald green sabre intercepted it.
"No. I will not allow you to do anything to harm this boy." The Jedi Master Force pushed his opponent away from Kenobi. The boy fell limply to the ground, unconscious. The mysterious man laughed coldly, then raised his sabre over the teen, and impaled him upon the weapon. Jinn screamed in horror, and rage, then using his emerald blade sliced viciously at the enemy. But rage had taken over the Master's mind, and the man used his calmness, and adjustment to the darkside to back Qui-Gon to a corner. Then he utilized his escape route, and escaped before the Jedi Master was able to react.
Qui-Gon ran to his fallen apprentice, using the shared bond to monitor him. He pushed Force energies towards his apprentice, trying in vain to save his Padawan.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Master… I am sorry." Qui-Gon felt an onslaught of tears threatening to spill over.
"Whatever for, my Padawan?" The mortally wounded apprentice reached up a shaking hand to his mentors face, and touched him on the cheek.
"I failed…you…sorry." Qui-Gon gave a small cry, then gathered the dying boy to his chest.
"Never, Padawan. You have never failed me." Obi-Wan smiled weakly at the small reassurance, and stiffened as another jolt of pain shot through his battered body.
"Love you... father."
"And I you, My Son." Obi-Wan took one last shuddering breath, then death took him, the spirit of the young Jedi one with the Force. Qui-Gon let out a low moan, and rested his forehead upon the young man's. "No… Obi-Wan, son… don't leave me."
tbc...