Dreams: Chapter Three
Note: Disclaimer in first chapter. Please enjoy!
Qui-Gon fell out of his trance like state, exhausted and still unable to reach his Padawan. He crawled weakly over to his apprentice, brushing the boy with the Force. To Qui-Gon's total surprise, the boy's blue-green eyes shot open. Obi-Wan lifted himself to his elbows, and then to a sitting position on the floor. Qui-Gon let out a sigh of relief, and rested his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. In response, Obi-Wan looked at his Master, yet Qui-Gon felt a quiver in the Force, a warning of sorts. "Obi-Wan? How do you feel?" Obi-Wan grinned at his Master, and lifted his hand, as if to reassure the Jedi Master. Said Jedi Master felt himself flying through the air and hitting against the far wall.
"I feel quite alright, Master. I'm sorry, did I injure you?" The voice that spoke was characteristically Obi-Wan's but seemed colder, and harsher. The boy's face lit with a sinister grin, and his eyes were cold. "This is the end, MASTER." The title was said cruelly. Qui-Gon's eyes widened as his worst nightmare came true. Obi-Wan had turned to the darkside.
***
Shetan paced the room, unable to contain his glee. He tightened his hold over the young Jedi's mind, forcing him to do as the doctor wished. Cruel laughter broke the silence that had stretched over the room where Shetan lived. "Oh, yes, this is wonderful! I never thought it to be this easy to control a Jedi." The man walked over to a chair where a shadowed form sat. "Hmm, my young friend, you seem distraught… would you like something?" The shadowed figure gagged, being choked on the collar that was around his throat. "Ahh, yes you can't speak can you?" Doctor Shetan loosened the collar, and flipped on a small light, so he could see the face of his captive. Obi-Wan blinked from the sudden brightness to the room. "How does it feel, to not have any control over your own life, Jedi? Oh, yes, you must tell me how your dear Master Qui-Gon is fairing, this last I checked he was in quite a tight spot… his apprentice had turned to the darkside."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened. "How?" The voice was hoarse from not being used. "I am here, how could I turn to the darkside?" Shetan brought up his chilled hand to stroke the boy's bloodied cheek.
"It is quite simple, my dear boy, you have a clone. Who reacted from YOUR memories, acting as you should until I took control of his mind. Ingenious, really, one of my better ideas." Obi-Wan struggled against his bonds, trying weakly to get away. Shetan continued to stroke the Padawan's cheek, then slapped him- hard.
"You will be STILL, my young friend." Obi-Wan stopped struggling- but not by his own accord. "Perfect, I now have control over you completely. So, this is where it all begins." The doctor walked over to a small table, from which he grabbed Obi-Wan's lightsabre. The blue blade was ignited, and pointed at the boy's chest. "You will follow me, if you resist… you die."
***dream***
The two blades tangled, sparks flying off them behind the force of the blows. Qui-Gon looked up not believing he was fighting his apprentice, in a battle- to death. The Padawan learner had a streak of blood running down his face from his temple, evidence of a blow he had received from Master Jinn. The child's normal green eyes were dull, his vision clouded by the blood streaming down his face. Obi-Wan raised his blood red blade, and in an elegant maneuver sliced at his Master. The boy moved faster then was humanly possible. Qui-Gon raised his green blade intercepting the move, attempting to reach his apprentice through the bond. Qui-Gon froze.
'The bond? It would have broken…' His temporary loss of concentration proved to be fatal. The last thing Qui-Gon saw was his Padawan learner's blade entering his chest.
***end dream***
Obi-Wan gasped, falling to his knee's as the full weight of his injuries caught up with him. His tormentor glowered at the boy, grabbed his elbow and yanked him roughly to his feet. "You will come with me." Obi-Wan stumbled, feeling the heat of the sabre on his back. The man lead Obi-Wan to a small chamber, in which were assorted tools, made to cause pain. And also a holoscreen. "This, my young friend, is where you die… after watching the death of your own Master." Obi-Wan's gasped, looking on the screen, and seeing Qui-Gon Jinn's bloodied form, seeing… Obi-Wan shook his head, refusing to believe what he saw. On the screen was Obi-Wan himself, holding a blood red sabre to Qui-Gon's throat. The Master appeared unconscious, slumped against the wall with gashes in his clothing.
"How?!" Obi-Wan gasped, glancing at Shetan.
"Yet again, another one of my ingenious plans! The person you see, is yourself, with your Force powers- which, might I add, are quite strong, amplified. The Master Jedi stands no chance against my super clone."
"C-clone?"
"Oh, yes, my friend, a clone, and a magnificent one too… but that is off subject. I think it is safe to say your Master is dead; now, I have many things to do, so you will excuse me if I am not in a chitty, chatty mood. You see, I haven't long to kill you. So, down to business!" The Doctor smirked at the boy, then walked over to another table- much the same to the one where Obi-Wan's lightsabre had lain. From which he picked up syringe.
"This will slowly kill you… and there is no cure. I am sorry, but I must go to your Master, and check to see that he is dead. No doubt you are wondering how this will kill you. Well, I can assure you it will be most painful. The poison itself is quite harmless, but mixed with a combination of other poisons, it is fatal. You will feel your body's function's failing, and then, the only thing able to work will be your mind. It is will be immensely painful, and long. I am truly sorry I won't be here to see you die." Shetan walked up to Obi-Wan, and brought the Force to bear onto the already weakened boy. He grabbed Obi-Wan's arm, and injected it into a vein in the wrist. He then strapped Obi-Wan to a metal chair.
"Nice death, my young friend."
Deidra walked into Master Jinn's quarter's hands laden with food. She hummed quietly to herself, mentally going over all the things she had to do that day. After putting to food on the small table in the main room, she turned off into a small chamber- a living room of sorts- to check to see what needed replenished. The woman let out an earth shattering scream, seeing the bloodied form of Master Jinn on the floor, and the apprentice standing over him. Obi-Wan the clone turned and looked at Deidra, then walked, calmly, over to her. The woman grabbed her throat finding herself unable to breathe.
"Hello, My Lady. Fancy seeing you this morning, please excuse the mess. Master and I were merely sparring." Deidra shook her head, hands still gripping at her throat. "Don't believe me, eh? Smart girl, too bad you will have to die." Obi-Wan raised the lightsabre, still advancing on the woman. He swung down, and had his blade checked by a green beam. "Still alive?!" Obi-Wan turned once again facing off against Qui-Gon Jinn. "I will deal with you later, girl." He released the girl from the Force, and stood in an offensive attack position.
Jinn responded by standing ready, using the Force to deaden his injuries. Each man waited, looking for some sort of weakness. The two engaged at the exact same moment, blades tangling. The dance of sorts was kept up continuously, neither stopping. The battle finally reached a momentary pause, for regrouping.
"Obi-Wan? Why?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
"That much is obvious; I don't want to be part of your order anymore. I have left it once; you were foolish for thinking I wouldn't leave again." The two battled again, sabres clashing. Qui-Gon blocked an attack aimed at his lower abdomen.
"Who are you?" Obi-Wan paused.
"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, apprentice to Lord Shetan." Qui-Gon cocked his head to the side, looking puzzled. The clone's voice had turned to a monotone. "I serve only him. My Master created me from the data of Obi-Wan Kenobi, apprentice to Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn." The clone's eyes flared a startling gold. "I have told you too much. Now you must die." The blood red sabre was raised again, and the two battled. This time, Qui-Gon held nothing back, and slowly started over-powering the clone. He finally managed to hold the sabre to the boy's throat.
-Gon leapt back, and using his only option available, stabbed the clone through the heart "Where is Obi-Wan?" The clone looked blankly at him. "I say again, where is Obi-Wan?!" Jinn hesitated for a second, considering his options.
In the seconds of Qui-Gon's hesitation Obi-Wan managed to bring the sabre he still held in his hand to the Master's stomach, intent upon impaling Qui- Gon upon the blade. Qui.
Obi-Wan's clone seemed to show no reaction. It fell off the blade, landing in a heap on the floor. No blood flowed from the wound. Qui-Gon watched in amazement as the clone disintegrated, turning to ash. The only thing left was a small data chip- from which the clone was controlled.
***
Qui-Gon limped over to wear Deidra stood. The woman winced and back peddled away from the Jedi Master. "Please, you must help me find my apprentice." Deidra jerked her head in a nod, and motioned for the Jedi to follow her.
"He would be located in the hidden chamber that is used for surveillance."
"Why?" Deidra shook her head, looking disgusted.
"Shetan takes great pleasure in the pain of others… he would have wanted to apprentice to witness your death. But he wouldn't watch it, in all actuality he is most definitely in his private chambers, gloating, no doubt." The woman led the Master through a complex series of twists and turns. "Your apprentice is in here. Dead or alive, I don't know." Jinn nodded, and opened the door. He walked in, unable to see anything. Qui- Gon's eyes came to rest on a metal high backed chair, in which sat his apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan's face was white, his lips blue. Jinn jerked the bonds from Obi-Wan's wrists, and legs, then gently removed the collar from his throat. The boy's barely breathing form crumpled over, and Qui-Gon caught him in a gentle hug.
"I am sorry, Obi-Wan… sorry for not being here earlier. But I am here now, and you will get better." The only response was the raspy breathing of an injured Padawan Learner.
The Jedi Master held his apprentice in tight hug, before releasing him. He reached through the bond, which had been opened after Qui-Gon took the Force repressing collar off the boy, trying to stimulate any response. Obi- Wan stirred, and let out a low groan.
"Master?" Qui-Gon reached up and stroked his apprentice's cheek. "Master, Dr. Shetan said you were dead. Master, I didn't turn!" The boy struggled weakly, aggravated his injuries and fell limp again. "I am sorry, Master, I really didn't turn."
"I know you didn't, Padawan. Hush now." The boy started into convulsions. Qui-Gon held the child tightly, trying to calm the boy through the Force. Obi-Wan's blue-green eyes snapped open, realization setting in.
"Master- he poisoned me… I am going to die." Jinn stiffened, then scanned Obi-Wan with the Force, finding what he said to be true.
"No, my Padawan, you aren't. I won't allow it!" Obi-Wan shook his head, and stiffened again as a jolt of pain shot through him.
"I am sorry, Master. I couldn't help you, I failed you." Obi-Wan reached a trembling hand up to his Master, but dropped it, his strength failing him. "I am sorry. I love you… father." Obi-Wan's head turned into his Master's chest, and the boy took his final breath. Within a moment, the young Jedi's spirit was swept away, becoming one with the Force.
"No. NO!" Qui-Gon held the body tightly, sobbing bitterly. The shock of having his son taken away, and his injuries sustained during the fight with the clone caught up with him, and he collapsed into blessed darkness.
Note: Disclaimer in first chapter. Please enjoy!
Qui-Gon fell out of his trance like state, exhausted and still unable to reach his Padawan. He crawled weakly over to his apprentice, brushing the boy with the Force. To Qui-Gon's total surprise, the boy's blue-green eyes shot open. Obi-Wan lifted himself to his elbows, and then to a sitting position on the floor. Qui-Gon let out a sigh of relief, and rested his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. In response, Obi-Wan looked at his Master, yet Qui-Gon felt a quiver in the Force, a warning of sorts. "Obi-Wan? How do you feel?" Obi-Wan grinned at his Master, and lifted his hand, as if to reassure the Jedi Master. Said Jedi Master felt himself flying through the air and hitting against the far wall.
"I feel quite alright, Master. I'm sorry, did I injure you?" The voice that spoke was characteristically Obi-Wan's but seemed colder, and harsher. The boy's face lit with a sinister grin, and his eyes were cold. "This is the end, MASTER." The title was said cruelly. Qui-Gon's eyes widened as his worst nightmare came true. Obi-Wan had turned to the darkside.
***
Shetan paced the room, unable to contain his glee. He tightened his hold over the young Jedi's mind, forcing him to do as the doctor wished. Cruel laughter broke the silence that had stretched over the room where Shetan lived. "Oh, yes, this is wonderful! I never thought it to be this easy to control a Jedi." The man walked over to a chair where a shadowed form sat. "Hmm, my young friend, you seem distraught… would you like something?" The shadowed figure gagged, being choked on the collar that was around his throat. "Ahh, yes you can't speak can you?" Doctor Shetan loosened the collar, and flipped on a small light, so he could see the face of his captive. Obi-Wan blinked from the sudden brightness to the room. "How does it feel, to not have any control over your own life, Jedi? Oh, yes, you must tell me how your dear Master Qui-Gon is fairing, this last I checked he was in quite a tight spot… his apprentice had turned to the darkside."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened. "How?" The voice was hoarse from not being used. "I am here, how could I turn to the darkside?" Shetan brought up his chilled hand to stroke the boy's bloodied cheek.
"It is quite simple, my dear boy, you have a clone. Who reacted from YOUR memories, acting as you should until I took control of his mind. Ingenious, really, one of my better ideas." Obi-Wan struggled against his bonds, trying weakly to get away. Shetan continued to stroke the Padawan's cheek, then slapped him- hard.
"You will be STILL, my young friend." Obi-Wan stopped struggling- but not by his own accord. "Perfect, I now have control over you completely. So, this is where it all begins." The doctor walked over to a small table, from which he grabbed Obi-Wan's lightsabre. The blue blade was ignited, and pointed at the boy's chest. "You will follow me, if you resist… you die."
***dream***
The two blades tangled, sparks flying off them behind the force of the blows. Qui-Gon looked up not believing he was fighting his apprentice, in a battle- to death. The Padawan learner had a streak of blood running down his face from his temple, evidence of a blow he had received from Master Jinn. The child's normal green eyes were dull, his vision clouded by the blood streaming down his face. Obi-Wan raised his blood red blade, and in an elegant maneuver sliced at his Master. The boy moved faster then was humanly possible. Qui-Gon raised his green blade intercepting the move, attempting to reach his apprentice through the bond. Qui-Gon froze.
'The bond? It would have broken…' His temporary loss of concentration proved to be fatal. The last thing Qui-Gon saw was his Padawan learner's blade entering his chest.
***end dream***
Obi-Wan gasped, falling to his knee's as the full weight of his injuries caught up with him. His tormentor glowered at the boy, grabbed his elbow and yanked him roughly to his feet. "You will come with me." Obi-Wan stumbled, feeling the heat of the sabre on his back. The man lead Obi-Wan to a small chamber, in which were assorted tools, made to cause pain. And also a holoscreen. "This, my young friend, is where you die… after watching the death of your own Master." Obi-Wan's gasped, looking on the screen, and seeing Qui-Gon Jinn's bloodied form, seeing… Obi-Wan shook his head, refusing to believe what he saw. On the screen was Obi-Wan himself, holding a blood red sabre to Qui-Gon's throat. The Master appeared unconscious, slumped against the wall with gashes in his clothing.
"How?!" Obi-Wan gasped, glancing at Shetan.
"Yet again, another one of my ingenious plans! The person you see, is yourself, with your Force powers- which, might I add, are quite strong, amplified. The Master Jedi stands no chance against my super clone."
"C-clone?"
"Oh, yes, my friend, a clone, and a magnificent one too… but that is off subject. I think it is safe to say your Master is dead; now, I have many things to do, so you will excuse me if I am not in a chitty, chatty mood. You see, I haven't long to kill you. So, down to business!" The Doctor smirked at the boy, then walked over to another table- much the same to the one where Obi-Wan's lightsabre had lain. From which he picked up syringe.
"This will slowly kill you… and there is no cure. I am sorry, but I must go to your Master, and check to see that he is dead. No doubt you are wondering how this will kill you. Well, I can assure you it will be most painful. The poison itself is quite harmless, but mixed with a combination of other poisons, it is fatal. You will feel your body's function's failing, and then, the only thing able to work will be your mind. It is will be immensely painful, and long. I am truly sorry I won't be here to see you die." Shetan walked up to Obi-Wan, and brought the Force to bear onto the already weakened boy. He grabbed Obi-Wan's arm, and injected it into a vein in the wrist. He then strapped Obi-Wan to a metal chair.
"Nice death, my young friend."
Deidra walked into Master Jinn's quarter's hands laden with food. She hummed quietly to herself, mentally going over all the things she had to do that day. After putting to food on the small table in the main room, she turned off into a small chamber- a living room of sorts- to check to see what needed replenished. The woman let out an earth shattering scream, seeing the bloodied form of Master Jinn on the floor, and the apprentice standing over him. Obi-Wan the clone turned and looked at Deidra, then walked, calmly, over to her. The woman grabbed her throat finding herself unable to breathe.
"Hello, My Lady. Fancy seeing you this morning, please excuse the mess. Master and I were merely sparring." Deidra shook her head, hands still gripping at her throat. "Don't believe me, eh? Smart girl, too bad you will have to die." Obi-Wan raised the lightsabre, still advancing on the woman. He swung down, and had his blade checked by a green beam. "Still alive?!" Obi-Wan turned once again facing off against Qui-Gon Jinn. "I will deal with you later, girl." He released the girl from the Force, and stood in an offensive attack position.
Jinn responded by standing ready, using the Force to deaden his injuries. Each man waited, looking for some sort of weakness. The two engaged at the exact same moment, blades tangling. The dance of sorts was kept up continuously, neither stopping. The battle finally reached a momentary pause, for regrouping.
"Obi-Wan? Why?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
"That much is obvious; I don't want to be part of your order anymore. I have left it once; you were foolish for thinking I wouldn't leave again." The two battled again, sabres clashing. Qui-Gon blocked an attack aimed at his lower abdomen.
"Who are you?" Obi-Wan paused.
"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, apprentice to Lord Shetan." Qui-Gon cocked his head to the side, looking puzzled. The clone's voice had turned to a monotone. "I serve only him. My Master created me from the data of Obi-Wan Kenobi, apprentice to Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn." The clone's eyes flared a startling gold. "I have told you too much. Now you must die." The blood red sabre was raised again, and the two battled. This time, Qui-Gon held nothing back, and slowly started over-powering the clone. He finally managed to hold the sabre to the boy's throat.
-Gon leapt back, and using his only option available, stabbed the clone through the heart "Where is Obi-Wan?" The clone looked blankly at him. "I say again, where is Obi-Wan?!" Jinn hesitated for a second, considering his options.
In the seconds of Qui-Gon's hesitation Obi-Wan managed to bring the sabre he still held in his hand to the Master's stomach, intent upon impaling Qui- Gon upon the blade. Qui.
Obi-Wan's clone seemed to show no reaction. It fell off the blade, landing in a heap on the floor. No blood flowed from the wound. Qui-Gon watched in amazement as the clone disintegrated, turning to ash. The only thing left was a small data chip- from which the clone was controlled.
***
Qui-Gon limped over to wear Deidra stood. The woman winced and back peddled away from the Jedi Master. "Please, you must help me find my apprentice." Deidra jerked her head in a nod, and motioned for the Jedi to follow her.
"He would be located in the hidden chamber that is used for surveillance."
"Why?" Deidra shook her head, looking disgusted.
"Shetan takes great pleasure in the pain of others… he would have wanted to apprentice to witness your death. But he wouldn't watch it, in all actuality he is most definitely in his private chambers, gloating, no doubt." The woman led the Master through a complex series of twists and turns. "Your apprentice is in here. Dead or alive, I don't know." Jinn nodded, and opened the door. He walked in, unable to see anything. Qui- Gon's eyes came to rest on a metal high backed chair, in which sat his apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan's face was white, his lips blue. Jinn jerked the bonds from Obi-Wan's wrists, and legs, then gently removed the collar from his throat. The boy's barely breathing form crumpled over, and Qui-Gon caught him in a gentle hug.
"I am sorry, Obi-Wan… sorry for not being here earlier. But I am here now, and you will get better." The only response was the raspy breathing of an injured Padawan Learner.
The Jedi Master held his apprentice in tight hug, before releasing him. He reached through the bond, which had been opened after Qui-Gon took the Force repressing collar off the boy, trying to stimulate any response. Obi- Wan stirred, and let out a low groan.
"Master?" Qui-Gon reached up and stroked his apprentice's cheek. "Master, Dr. Shetan said you were dead. Master, I didn't turn!" The boy struggled weakly, aggravated his injuries and fell limp again. "I am sorry, Master, I really didn't turn."
"I know you didn't, Padawan. Hush now." The boy started into convulsions. Qui-Gon held the child tightly, trying to calm the boy through the Force. Obi-Wan's blue-green eyes snapped open, realization setting in.
"Master- he poisoned me… I am going to die." Jinn stiffened, then scanned Obi-Wan with the Force, finding what he said to be true.
"No, my Padawan, you aren't. I won't allow it!" Obi-Wan shook his head, and stiffened again as a jolt of pain shot through him.
"I am sorry, Master. I couldn't help you, I failed you." Obi-Wan reached a trembling hand up to his Master, but dropped it, his strength failing him. "I am sorry. I love you… father." Obi-Wan's head turned into his Master's chest, and the boy took his final breath. Within a moment, the young Jedi's spirit was swept away, becoming one with the Force.
"No. NO!" Qui-Gon held the body tightly, sobbing bitterly. The shock of having his son taken away, and his injuries sustained during the fight with the clone caught up with him, and he collapsed into blessed darkness.