Qui-Gon had found himself on Lovien once before, shortly after being knighted. He had been injured on a particularly tough mission. After barely escaping with his life he programmed his ship to fly to the nearest planet. It was over a week before he was coherent enough to comm the council and let them know what happened. And another week after that before a ship arrived to take him home. He remember the planet fondly, it had been full of life and the people had been kind to him. Though the village he had remained in was a few hours North he expected this one to be no different.
The planets sun was just beginning to rise when his padawan brought the ship down in a gentle landing. He gently patted the boys shoulder in silent approval before they quickly gathered anything they made need without completely packing for an overnight stay. Qui-Gon doubted that they would be staying long therefore felt no need to bring most of their normal supplies. If plans changed the could always walk back to the ship to retrieve them, he reasoned.
Obi-Wan followed his Masters lead as they disembarked. They had landed a few miles outside the village having been unable to contact the Loviens for permission to land. He frowned slightly as the morning sun began to burn his skin, suddenly grateful for the fact that his Jedi issued uniform left little skin exposed. He now understood why the Loviens worked in the 'cool' of the morning. Though he would hardly call this cool. Shaking his head in slight disgust he trotted to catch up to his Masters longer stride.
Qui-Gon remember the planet as busy and full of life, however as he and his Padawan entered the small village the only sound that could be heard was from a wooden sign creaking in the breeze. The few villagers they had seen when they first arrived had quickly disappeared into their homes and now not a single life form was within sight though Qui-Gon could sense them through the force. He could feel Obi-Wan tense alongside him and knew his sensitive Padawan was unsettled by whatever the force was trying to warn them against.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon's voice held an urgent tone that instantly gained him Obi-Wan's complete attention. "Something is not right here. I feel we must leave immediately."
Qui-Gon barely registered Obi-Wan's nod of agreement before quickly changing directions and heading back towards ship. They had only made it a few steps when flames rushed into the air soon followed by the loud boom of an explosion. The team stood in shock as the repercussion of the explosion hit them signaling the moment all hell would break loose. Before they had fully comprehended what had happened the villagers all came out of hiding, rushing at the Master Padawan team with vibroblades at ready.
"We're outnumbered Padawan, run!" Qui-Gon grabbed Obi-Wan by the arm as he spoke directing him towards the nearest opening. He was certain with their height difference and the help of the force they would be able to quickly out run the villagers. Determining that as soon as they were a safe distance away he would comm the Council for help. They made it to the outskirts of the village with the roar of the crowd behind them fueling their steps. Qui-Gon was convinced they would make it when a group of ten suddenly appeared in front of them. Skidding to a stop the team pulled their 'sabers from their belts and activated them, realizing this would not be an easy escape. Wordlessly Qui-Gon moved to the right to face half the group and Obi-Wan stepped to the left to cover the rest.
The Loviens where no stranger to battle, Qui-Gon quickly realized, despite the fact the all know history of the planet and its people indicated that they had a non-violent past. Their fighting style was quick and fluid, one would take mock swing and as Qui-Gon moved to defend himself another would rush forward. If not for the warnings of the force and years of experience Qui-Gon would not have stood a chance against them. That line of thinking prompted him to quickly check on his Padawan through their bond. His padawan was holding his own in the fight, but he could sense that it was taking everything in -Gon finally got the upper hand and took out one opponent and another as they worked to regroup.
He could sense the rest of the village still running towards them and knew he and Obi-Wan had only a small window of time to end this fight and escape. One moved forward in what Qui-Gon realized to be a mock attack and instead of defending himself against him, he rushed towards the one he suspected would attack next. Catching the Lovien off guard he was able to easily take him out which left him with two opponents. Working quickly and taking advantage of their surprise, they were soon locked in the battle of will. All looking for an opening that would allow them the chance to deal a final blow.
As Qui-Gon lunged forward taking advantage of a sudden opening and managed to gravely injured one of the Lovien he felt a surge of pain through his and Obi-Wan's training bond. Moments later he sensed Obi-Wan throwing up mental shields to keep the pain from reaching his Master. Qui-Gon could still hear his Padawan fighting a few steps behind him and reasoned that he must not be seriously hurt however he still put extra effort into taking out his last opponent. The need to get his potentially injured padawan to safety providing the surge of energy to end his fight.
Faking an attack Qui-Gon managed to off balance the Lovien and used the opportunity to take him out. Hearing the roar of the villagers in the distance he spun on his heal, rushing to help Obi-Wan. He was relieved to see that his Padawan had taken out three of his opponents leaving just two more. Moving to fight alongside him, Qui-Gon caught one of the Loviens off guard and his sudden appearance distracted the other enough that his Padawan was able to get the upper hand. As both opponents crumbled he wordlessly grabbed Obi-Wan's arm and the two of them took off running just as the rest of the villagers caught up to them.
They ran full speed for over two miles before Obi-Wan began to slow down causing Qui-Gon, who had yet to let go of his Padawans arm, to slow to a light jog. They barely managed another half mile when Obi-Wan stumbled and fell to his knees, nearly bringing his Master down with him.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon gasped as he sank to his knees beside his Padawan. Obi-Wan had wrapped his arms around his stomach and was leaned forward so much that his forehead nearly touched the ground. Qui-Gon rested his hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders and carefully pulled him upright. "Padawan, where are you hurt?"
"M-my side," Obi-Wan answered, he jaw twitching under the pressure of his clenched teeth.
Qui-Gon gently pulled his Padawans arms away from the wound revealing his blood soaked tunics. "Obi-Wan I need you to lay down so I can get a better look at the wound."
Obi-Wan merely nodded and allowed his Master to help him lay back, wincing as the movement pulled at his wound.
Qui-Gon quickly unlatched Obi-Wan's belt and lifted his tunic revealing a deep wound on his left side just below his ribs. Blood gushed from the wound, he had seen his Padawan hurt several times with wounds seemly worse than this one that had bled less. He had been hurt roughly twenty minutes ago, typically Obi-Wan's blood clotted quickly. However that did not appear to be the case this time as it didn't show any signs of clotting yet. The blood had soaked through all the layers of his tunic creating a circle that covered most of his front and even covered a portion of his pants.
Qui-Gon ripped off a large corner from Obi-Wan's robe and folded it before pressing it against the wound. His Padawan flinched under his touch, but didn't make a sound despite his obvious discomfort. Qui-Gon used the force to help the wound begin to heal before he pulled Obi-Wan's tunic back down and carefully positioned his belt over the wound and tightened it. Resting his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, Qui-Gon allowed him the time to recover from the extra pain he had caused while bandaging the wound.
Qui-Gon pulled out his comm and attempted to reach the Council though he knew there was little chance of getting a message out. The Loviens had clearly blocked all communications to and from the planet. It didn't worry him greatly though, because he was due to check in with the Council in a few hours and if they didn't hear from him than they would most likely send help the next morning if he still couldn't be reached.
"We have to keep moving, do you think you can walk?" Qui-Gon questioned, though he already knew what his Padawan would say.
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan accepted his Master's help to get up. He didn't argue when Qui-Gon wrapped his arm around his waist, determined to help him walk. "Master, where are we going?"
"To a village, just over an hour from here. I have a friend there who might be able to help."