Chapter 2
In the Archives

Obi-Wan hurried down the halls of the temple toward the archive room.

Once inside he quickly began searching for the archives director. He found her assisting a younger padawan in his studies.

Obi-Wan stood and waited until she was finished. He stared in amazement at the thousands of holobooks lining the shelves. He imagined how much knowledge and secrets the ancient books held.
While he was staring he hadn't noticed that the director had finished and was now staring at him.

Obi-Wan snapped back into reality and quickly bowed to the woman.

"Good morning, Padawan Kenobi. Can I help you with something?" she asked.

"Good morning, Madame Nu," he replied. "Master Qui-Gon has asked that I pick something up for him in the restricted section."

"Has he written a permission form? I'm afraid I can't let you in without one," she said.

Obi-Wan nodded and handed Qui-Gon's note to her.

"Very good," she said looking over the note.

She then motioned for Obi-Wan to follow her. She led him to the far corner of the room and stopped in front of a large door.

"I would love to help you find what Qui-Gon needs, but I have other business to attend to. If you need anything, come and find me. Oh, and there are a few rules. First, you may only remove from the room what your master has requested. Second, you may not access anything in that room, including your master's file. Your master will be the one to decide to share the information with you."

With that she turned on her heel and walked away.

Obi-Wan stared up at the huge door. There was something carved into the surface that Obi-Wan couldn't read. It seemed to be a very old style of writing.

He quickly typed in the pass code Qui-Gon had given him. He heard the ancient lock hiss and creak. He pushed open the door and froze. The room was enormous. There were rows and rows of shelves full of holofiles. And they were in no particular order.

I didn't know the Jedi had so many secrets! Obi-Wan thought.

He looked at the file number Qui-Gon had written down.


911750 Obi-Wan said to himself. He repeated it a few times to remember it. That's strange he thought. That's the exact number of dots that are on the ceiling in my room!

Obi-Wan smiled and set to work.

Two hours and six rows later, Obi-Wan wasn't smiling anymore. He hadn't found anything remotely close to Qui-Gon's file.

"Stupid file," Obi-Wan grumbled as he started on the next row.

Near about the end of the tenth row, Obi-Wan finally spotted it. He grabbed the file and pulled it off the shelf.

Just then he noticed something else in the space where the file had been. He reached in and pulled it out.

The object was small, about the same size as a commlink, and completely covered with dust. It also had two small buttons along the side. Obi-Wan guessed from the large amount of dust that it hadn't been touched for many years. He also wondered what the little gizmo was for.

He was about to put it in his pocket when he remembered what Madame Nu had said. He wasn't allowed to take anything else.

They probably won't mind, he thought. I doubt anyone even knows this thing is here. So he threw it in his pocket and exited the room.