Disclaimer:: I don't own StarWars, I wish I did! All the Usual Characters belong to the insane George Lucas. I'm not making any money of this.
" text " = normal/verbal talking
' text ' = thoughts
italics = dreams/vision
//text// = talking through a bond
I'm still not sure on a title, and 'drowning in fear' is all I could
come up with. so..if anyone has any idea's on a title, please tell
me. Also this is fresh off the keyboard, probably a bunch of mistakes.
*shrugs*
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Drowning in Fear
Obi-wan opened his eyes. A fog laid over him as he woke up.
His head felt like it was about to fall off any moment, his heart pounded
in his ears, and heat was rolling off him. He was sick. He
brought a hand up to his face, and took a long breath before sitting up.
The room spun for a little while, but soon got it under control.
'Great, leaving for a mission, and I get sick' he thought to
himself. 'I'll just have to deal with it'
He swung his feet off the side of the bed, and slowly stood up. He
didn't want to get himself into another dizzy spell. A voice came
from through the door, even though it was muffled it was his Master, Qui-Gon
Jinn.
"Hurry up Padawan, or you won't get breakfast!" his Master's voice
relayed through the door. Without responding Obi-wan started to get
dressed, catching himself on his dresser if he left like he was going to
fall. He ran his fingers through his hair.
'It's really hot in here...' he thought to himself as he pulled on
his boots, again standing up slowly for avoid making himself dizzy.
Walking into the living area, brought a cool blast of refreshing air, but
he still couldn't help to shiver and the temperature difference.
His eyes flashed to a packed bag, sitting near the entrances to their apartment.
Obi-wan sat down looking at the food with great interest. Instant
breakfast, it was about the only thing Qui-Gon fixed when he himself had
woken up late.
It's only took a few moments to scarf down the food, before they were
on their way out. The trip to the hanger seem longer today, and Obi-wan
found himself patting his forehead with the cool cloth of his cloak.
"Obi-wan, are you feeling alright?" His Masters voice caught his attention.
Where his attention had gotten to he didn't remember, but they had already
loaded the craft, and were almost off planet.
"Yes Master, I'm just feeling a little under the weather."
"Perhaps we should drop you back at the temple...it won't take long."
"No Master, I'll be okay." Obi-wan protested, then quickly added in.
"I'm not feeling that bad"
Qui-gon could feel through the training bond, a small layer of fog.
Perhaps his padawan only had a minor cold, it was after all, that time
of the standard year. He picked up a datapad, and scanned over the
mission briefing again. It was going to be a simple peace talk.
A smile slipped to his face. Simple. There was hardly ever
a simple peace talk. Two warring parties, fighting over the
land. By the time he had finished reading it, Obi-wan was fighting
to stay awake. The master smiling again as his padawan's head bobbed
up and down, as he kept nodding off. Finally Obi-wan was able to
pull his head far enough back, that his closed eyes looked up to the ceiling.
His mouth was gaping open, from having his head tipped all the way back.
In a few moments he was sleeping, without a care in the world.
Qui-Gon shuddered, as if something cold reached out to somewhere around
him. He searched with the force finding nothing he let it slip from
his mind, writing it off as nothing more then a mere patch of cold air.
He pulled his cloak around him tighter, and leaned back to relax.
But there was something that still scampered in his mind, something he
couldn't pace a finger on.
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Qui-gon sighed, and rubbed his temples. The peace talk
was more like a shouting fest, with him and his padawan right in the middle
of it. The session got them no where. Both parties stormed
out, after about 3 hours at each others throats. Several times
he heard Obi-wan through the bond, muttering something about holding them
at 'saber point and making them work things out. The thought had also crossed
his mind.
"Need. Food." Obi-wan stated his main concern for the time being.
"Let's go out. I hear there is this a wonderful cafe here in the center of town." He started toward the door, the younger Jedi quick to follow.
It only took them 20 minutes to get to the cafe and claim a table. It was small, crowded but amazingly silent. The sun had set already on Rocher 9, and hanging in the sky were 4 out of the 7 planets that could be seen with the naked eye.
As they waited for their food, a cold burst of air brushed by the elder Jedi. He threw out the force to find it's origin, but it slipped through his fingers.
"Master? Is something wrong?" Obi-wan was looking at him with a tired look of concern.
"I have a bad feeling about this." He threw out a line that he had heard his padawan say many times before.
"Hey that's my line." He sat back in his chair.
"Well since you haven't said it so far, I thought I would." He chuckled just before their food arrived.
"If I say it, it's one thing. But when YOU say it Master, I get worried." Obi-wan eyed the huge plates of food. His mouth almost gapping open with delight of the stemming meal before him.
"Close your mouth Padawan, your drooling."
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Once they returned, each retreated into their separate rooms.
The rooms where across the hall way, from one another. Small and
fit with only a bed, desk and a small refresher. The walls were simply
cold steel, a few curtains hung from the ceiling.
Qui-gon sat down on his sleep couch, and after kicking off his boots, he leaned back. The gears in his mind were turning trying to find a solution to the current problem here on Rocher 9.
Rocher 9 was a planet split into 2 halves. One half was controlled by Cue Perrin, the other was controlled by Rii Pehr. At one time these two halves lived in silence with each other, until a Deed was found, granting the StarFlow Mountains to Rii Pehr. The problem with this is that, that area is controlled and owned by Cue Perrin. The deed however dates back to 100's of years ago, and that area under the war treaty was given to the Pehr family. Qui-gon let out a small sigh as he rubbed his temples. Such a big problem over a Mountain Range, hardly worth starting a war over, but if things remained as they were, a war might be in the future.
He closed his eyes, pushing the current problems out of his mind. A solution would present itself within the week, he assured himself.
A sudden chill racked his body, and the Master shot up out of bed. There was an evil surrounding him, his mind flashed back to the cold patches of air he had felt on the way here. He pushed out with the Force, trying to find the origin of it. Every time he went to grasp it, it fled from his touch, but this time it hadn't just brushed by. It was staying there, poking and taunting the Force around him. Qui-gon closed his eyes, pushing back the cold he felt through out his body. His eyes flashed open. It wasn't his body that was cold, nor was the evil surrounding him. Through his bond he could feel Obi-wan's unsteady thoughts, uneasiness, uncertainty. It took only a moment before a warning flashed though his mind, and he bolted for the door.
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(so what do you think? I mean...I am gonna keep going, no matter
what. lol Don't you just love cliffhangers? *ducks from stuff
being thrown* AHH don't kill me!)