A.N.—The story switches between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, and it'll be noticed at the beginning. Obi-Wan is about 17,18 years old.

If you have any questions (besides what's happening next) please ask, because the story may not answer it. I will do my best to answer.

No one is beta-ing it. All mistakes, errors, really bad parts are all my fault. (Though I hope you won't find anything mentioned above, or otherwise noted).

Apologies, for the long author notes. Enjoy!


Obi-Wans' Point of View

Why am I starting this? I have no idea. I guess I just want you, Master, to have something once I'm knighted. We both know that day is coming soon. I mean, look. I'm already having my first solo mission.

I don't know why you're so worked up, I don't feel any warning at all. The Force isn't screaming, and my insticnts tell me to go on.

I labled this "The Private Journals of Obi-Wan Kenobi", but I want you to read this. You should. Because I know I'm going to leave soon.

The Force is screaming that, at least.

--From the Private Journals of Obi-Wan Kenobi

"Master, I sense something. Something…elusive."

"Are you mocking me?"

He grins at me, eyes sparkling. "Not at all, Master."

I glare at him. "Qui-Gon, will you stop it?"

His smile disappears. "Is it that bad, Obi-Wan?"

I nod, looking down at the blue holo-figure in my palm. "Maybe you were right. Maybe I shouldn't have gone, and stayed with you." I pause, brows furrowing. "But both Force and instincts tell me to go on. Curious, isn't it?"

Before we continue this conversation any farther,let me tell you that I was sent to protect a Senator and his/her entourage. Don't ask me his/her name, I can't remember, nor care to. Besides, you'll learn his/her name soon enough.

Anyways, while meditating, I sensed a disturbance. And, as he asked me before I left, I contacted Qui-Gon to tell him what I felt. And the story continues.

Oh, and-for later reference-I wasn't even a day away from Coruscant. Just a few hours.

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Qui-Gons' tiny head cocks to one side, thinking. "Maybe."

"What should I do, Master?"

His eyes focus on mine. "Keep in contact. And stay alert. I'm coming."

I bow my head, somewhat annoyed. "Of course, Master."

His blue image flickers, then dies. Once gone, I snarl at the com-link. "What, Master? Keeping you informed not enough?" This is my first solo mission, and I hoped to prove myself to both Council and my master. Obviously, I won't.

I shake my head, and quickly brush aside any anger and frustrtion; it's not the way of the Jedi.

I place my com-link back in my belt, and make a quick trip to the Senator. He needs to know what's happening.

I knock on his door, and it opens right away. I walk in bowing. "Senator Hayoti."

He looks up at the desk he's sitting at. "Padawan Kenobi." He smiles. He and his speicies-Nautolan, like Master Fisto-were generally friendly to all. He stands up, brown arms spread wide. "Please, sit. What can I do for you?"

I sit on a chair near by, and lean forward. He sits just opposite of me, his long tentacles all over the place. "Senator, just a few minutes ago, I sensed a disturbance in the Force. I contacted my Master, and told him of the feeling. He told me he's coming, so I would suggest we pull out of hyerspace, before he arrives," I thought to add, as an after-thought.

The Senator leans back, dark maroon eyes unblinking. "Can you specify this danger?" he asks, voice suddenly grave.

I shake my head. "No."

"Then would it be wise to pull out? Would the danger be when we're not in motion?"

I heisatate. "I…can ask Master Qui-Gon." I bow my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't think of it."

He waves off my apology. "No need, Padwan Kenobi." He smiles warmly. "We can pull out in a few hours."

I stand, and bow,a small smile on my face. "Thank you, Senator."

He escorts me to the door. "I'll have one my staff contact you when pulling out."

"Of course."


I jolt along with the ship. I went back to my quarters, to meditate. When I wake, I realized I must've have fallen asleep.

I walk out, heading torwards the Senators quarters, to see if he's fine. But someone calls for me, and I look to see a crew member.

"Jedi! There has been an attack! We just pulled out of hyperspace, and then someone started to-"

He breaks off as another jolt rocks the ship. We stumble to the floor. "-attack us," he finshes, with an amused smile. I almost share it.

"Have you identified the attacker?"

He shakes his head. "Not yet. One of my crew was trying to communicate them, when I went looking for you."

I nod. "Where is the Senator?"

The crew member shrugs. "In his quarters, I'm guessing."

"Go, and get him. Get him to safety-"

"In a ship?" he interupts.

I glare at him sharply, and contiue. "-in any way you can. I'll go see if your crew have contact with the attacker." We both stumble as the ship rocks once again.

I wince as my head hits the wall. "It's almost as if whoever it is, is disagreeing with us, or adding the exclamation we need."

He smiled grimly, and races off behind me. I, in the opposite direction.

Once there, I found Nautolans' and humans alike scrambling to get the ship back and runing. I grab the nearest crew, and ask where communicatios are. He points to a small crowd hovering in a corner. I race over, dodging beings, and push my way to the front. "Have you made contact?" I ask, when I reach the front.

What I guess to be the one originally contacting nods. "Yes."

"And…?"

"He said that he will cease fire after he speaks to an Obi-Wan Kenobi."

My eyes widen. Who wants to contact me? "I'm Obi-Wan."

One of crowd speaks out. "Then contact him."

I nod, confusion in my mind. Who are these people? What do they want? "This is Obi-Wan Kenobi, asking for a cease fire. Repeat. Obi-Wan Kenobi, asking for a cease fire."

I pause, waiting for a reply. There's crackling, and static, but then a voice breaks through. "Obi-Wan! So good to talk to you. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Personally, I'm surprised I didn't faint. Or, well, react in any way. I think I was too shocked to act. Not that I'm surprised. Wouldn't you be surprised if someone you thought dead suddenly is speaking to you?

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