Consequences
Rating: T+
Summary: All choices have consequences whether they be good or bad
Disclaimer: All cannon characters are owned by the Great Flanneled One, and now Disney. All Enterprise characters are owned by the Great Bird of the Galaxy. All others are mine. I make no money off this.
Note: This is a sequel to Choices
Timeline: 40BBY
Speech: " "
Training Bond communications: /
Internal thoughts: italics
Chapter One
The Jedi Code:
There is no emotion, there is peace;
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge;
There is no passion, there is serenity;
There is no death, there is the Force.
Peace over anger;
Honor over hate;
Strength over fear.
A lone Jedi Transport thrummed easily through hyperspace, taking its cargo of humans back to Coruscant and the Temple after another mission was finished, and on a somewhat positive note. The last thing Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi saw was the swirling blue and white of the hyperspace lane they were currently traveling in. Everything looked the way it should, and the instruments echoed what he saw. Thinking that everything was fine, he rose from his seat and headed back into the larger, common area. Master Qui-Gon Jinn was seated at a small table, with a cup of tea in front of him.
"Everything set?" Qui-Gon asked as he sat back, his hand now cradling the cup.
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan eventually joined him, sitting across the table. He looked down at his hands, "I never mentioned to you, but you were right."
Qui-Gon furrowed his brow, not entirely sure what Obi-Wan was talking about. "Pad—,"
"It's about my feelings. I thought I was right." This time Obi-Wan shrugged. He looked up and then back down to his hands.
"Yes, Obi-Wan. I known and understand much better than you realize. I was your age once, though you probably think it's hard to believe."
This time Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to complain, but was cut off by an alarm. Forgetting the conversation, the two rushed to the cockpit. There was a bright point of light before them which created trails of light as if from a prism as Obi-Wan struggled to reach the controls. Something pulled them out of hyperspace. Whatever it was, was unknown. Obi-Wan literally fell into the seat and barely grasped the controls as they were spit out into regular space. The transport bucked and rocked, while the forward stabilizers had a difficult time keeping the ship steady as they now tumbled through real space.
Sparing a quick glance Obi-Wan looked to the co-pilot's seat and where Qui-Gon sat. The older Jedi was slumped over the controls, blood streaming down his face. A quick probe through their shared bond told him that he was still alive. Don't think about that now, Obi-Wan forced the images out of his mind as he looked forward once again. With the continued tumbling, he couldn't tell where they were. With all his strength he tried pulling back on the controls to get them to stop moving. The tumbling slowly subsided, but soon he found they were now in the gravitational pull of a nearby planet. Blast, if it isn't one thing, it's another.
The systems let out another alarm. This time warning lights flashed ominously stating imminent failure. With the pull from the planet, Obi-Wan reached out to the Force to help him navigate through the atmosphere and down to the surface below. Not knowing where they were, he figured it would be simple enough to explain to the local population of their need to contact the Temple on Coruscant, and have another transport come and pick them up.
The descent was an an unnatural angel and Obi-Wan was pushed back into his seat. It was only his death grip on the controls that kept him from being forced further back. The deflector shields glowed white and then slowly disappeared as they descended deeper into the atmosphere. When it finally dissolved, the ground approached at an alarming speed.
Oh Force, Obi-Wan prayed as he pulled back on the controls once again. They didn't slow down, but he felt the front of the transport rise up only marginally. Things went from bad to worse when the electrical conduits popped, and the power cut off. The last thing he remembered before the hard landing was the last of the systems shorting and the electric field dancing over the controls.
TBC…
I decided to begin posting the next story. Like before it'll be updated on the weekends, although when I'm finished I'll be posting every day.
Enjoy!