Willing Sacrifice Continued!
Disclaimers: I don't owe'em, I'm just borrowing them. I'll return them relatively unharmed....
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Qui-Gon decided that the best course of action right now was to try and discover clues back at the scene of the attack. So, the Jedi Master and Lena crossed the hall, back to the Senator's apartment. To the Jedi Master's relief the authorities had not been there and any evidence of their attackers that might have been left behind would not have been taken or tainted with yet.
"Why don't you take the bedroom, Lena. I'll cover the main common area. The attack took place here and I wish to examine it through the Force." Qui-Gon gently nudged Lena toward the hall. He knew he would need all his concentration to find something here, he had a feeling that his attackers were smart. Lena's presence would only serve to distract him.
The young woman nodded. "All right. Let me know when you are done. I'll give you peace to search."
Qui-Gon surmised that Lena understood his intentions and knew he would need his concentration. Of this he was glad. It would not be good if had to waste time to explain everything to her.
Once she had left the room, he took a deep breath and centered himself in the Force. It was a difficult task in his current state of mind, but he somehow managed.
As his connection to the Force deepened, he could "see" the battle scars of the previous night that without the Force he might not have noticed. Saber burns and blaster marks that had been nearly indiscernable before, were now glowing beacons. The small blood spots on the deck were also emphasized. Qui-Gon shuddered at the thought of what was happening to his apprentice, but he still didn't see anything to help their search.
//Master!! Please HELP me!!//
Obi-Wan! He had heard the panicked call over their bond and it startled him. It didn't seem as though the bond was open, so how had he heard the boy? Someone must be controlling what he could and could not sense from his Padawan.
Suddenly, he doubled over and intense pain ripped through him like knives. He knew he was uninjured and the screams he heard were definitely not his own. Someone was hurting his apprentice and making him feel it all. It was the worst kind of torture for the Jedi Master, he would have much prefered to be the recipient of the pain himself.
But he STILL couldn't sense Obi-Wan. What was going on? How could someone do this, toy with their bond as if it was nothing more than a string lightly attaching them?
"Qui-Gon? Are you all right? I heard something, you were moaning. Does something hurt?" Lena seemed genuinely concerned.
"I am fine, Lena. Someone is allowing me to feel my Padawan's torture. He is in great pain. I must find him quickly, I don't want him to suffer anymore. He is just a boy and this is intense torture."
The young woman put a hand on his arm. "We will find him. We will save them all. I, however, must tell you this. I have not been completely honest with you, Qui-Gon. I told you my husband was kidnapped by the dark Jedi. What I neglected to say was he is now one of them." She shuddered. "Senator Natal is actually my sister. He corrupted her, promising riches and power. I must get to him, I can change his mind. He doesn't know he is to be a father, I think it will be enough to stop him. Once the dark Jedi loses his supporters, things will be harder to control on Nihama."
Qui-Gon sighed, returning the woman's gentle gesture. "I am glad you told me the truth. If you know this man, you can tell me about him. So I can perhaps discern why this man kidnapped my Padawan and is torturing him."
"I'll tell you everything I know." Lena promised. Qui-Gon reached out with the Force, propelling a Force suggestion toward his Padawan.
//I am searching. I will find you, Obi-Wan. Hold on, Padawan.//
He could only hope that his apprentice had heard him.
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He vaguely heard his master's voice and it was enough to drag him to consiousness, in hopes of finding his master with him. Unfortunately, with consiouness came pain. Waves washed over the boy and he couldn't help but cry out.
"Calm down, child. Try not to move. You are hurt pretty badly. They sure did a number on you."
Obi-Wan's eyes shifted to the man at his side. He was momentarily surprised to find himself in the cell with the doctor who had been across from him, but remembered that they had dropped him there after his torture session.
He wanted to scream in rage at the unfairness of the universe. How did he always get into these situations? At least his Master was all right. During the torture, when his captor had opened his link to Qui-Gon for that brief moment, the boy had felt his Master trying to find him. He had received his message and drew comfort from it.
"If you will let me, I will try to help some of your wounds, child. I'm not a Force healer like you might be accustomed to,but I do have a few things up my sleeve."
The young Jedi nodded lightly, happy that at least that only brought on minimal pain. "Please. And call me Obi-Wan."
Smiling, the man nodded in return. "All right, Obi-Wan. I am going to have to take this tunic off in order to ascertain your injuries. It might be hard to maneuver it off, but I will help you."
The two set about to getting Obi-Wan out his tunic and then sitting him up near the cell bars. Without the grip he held on them, the boy would have fallen to one side he was so weak.
As the man looked over Obi-Wan's injury and began to lightly clean some of them out, Obi-Wan let him mind drift. How had they missed the intent of the Senator? She must have been a skilled deceiver if she had tricked the Jedi Council when she had sent in her plea for aid.
And how did his Master and he miss any inkling that something bad was going to happen? There must have been SOMETHING to explain it, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't think of anything.
A small cry escaped his lips when the doctor started working on a deep gouge on his lower back. He bit his lip trying to still any further reaction. After all, it wouldn't do if their captors new he was getting medical help.
"Well, there wasnt' much I could do here. I do think you have broken ribs though, so you are going to have to be as careful as you can. Just to warn you though, Obi-Wan. IF you receive another session like this one, I don't know if you will survive it."
Obi-Wan was sober. "I won't suffer another like this until my Master is here to see it and be hurt by it. So, until he finds me I have time. I can't use the Force otherwise I would try to heal some myself. Not that it would do much good, I can't mend my own bones."
The doctor nodded, helping Obi-wan replace his tunic. "There. NOw I suggest that you get some sleep. The body regenerates itself in sleep, and you can definitely use all the regeneration you can get."
He gestured to the small mat in the corner. "Do not worry about me, I will watch while you sleep. And don't think about complaining because you are weaker than I at the moment and I will prevail!"
Obi-Wan smiled lightly. "Thank you very much for everything. I really appreciate you helping me." He moved slowly and carefully over to the mat and lay down, trying not to jostle any of his numerous injuries.
As he lay there in the semi darkness of the prison cell, Obi-Wan prayed that his Master would find him soon, break him free and take him far away from this planet, never to return.
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I DIDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME, ONLY HALF AN HOUR IN FACT, SO I THREW THIS TOGETHER TO GIVE MY READERS WHO ARE WAITING FOR MORE SOMETHING TO READ UNTIL I CAN PUT TOGETHER THE RESCUE. I REALLY AM TRYING AND I THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME. I WILL DO MY BEST TO MAKE THE END EVERYTHING YOU HOPE IT WILL BE!!
Disclaimers: I don't owe'em, I'm just borrowing them. I'll return them relatively unharmed....
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Qui-Gon decided that the best course of action right now was to try and discover clues back at the scene of the attack. So, the Jedi Master and Lena crossed the hall, back to the Senator's apartment. To the Jedi Master's relief the authorities had not been there and any evidence of their attackers that might have been left behind would not have been taken or tainted with yet.
"Why don't you take the bedroom, Lena. I'll cover the main common area. The attack took place here and I wish to examine it through the Force." Qui-Gon gently nudged Lena toward the hall. He knew he would need all his concentration to find something here, he had a feeling that his attackers were smart. Lena's presence would only serve to distract him.
The young woman nodded. "All right. Let me know when you are done. I'll give you peace to search."
Qui-Gon surmised that Lena understood his intentions and knew he would need his concentration. Of this he was glad. It would not be good if had to waste time to explain everything to her.
Once she had left the room, he took a deep breath and centered himself in the Force. It was a difficult task in his current state of mind, but he somehow managed.
As his connection to the Force deepened, he could "see" the battle scars of the previous night that without the Force he might not have noticed. Saber burns and blaster marks that had been nearly indiscernable before, were now glowing beacons. The small blood spots on the deck were also emphasized. Qui-Gon shuddered at the thought of what was happening to his apprentice, but he still didn't see anything to help their search.
//Master!! Please HELP me!!//
Obi-Wan! He had heard the panicked call over their bond and it startled him. It didn't seem as though the bond was open, so how had he heard the boy? Someone must be controlling what he could and could not sense from his Padawan.
Suddenly, he doubled over and intense pain ripped through him like knives. He knew he was uninjured and the screams he heard were definitely not his own. Someone was hurting his apprentice and making him feel it all. It was the worst kind of torture for the Jedi Master, he would have much prefered to be the recipient of the pain himself.
But he STILL couldn't sense Obi-Wan. What was going on? How could someone do this, toy with their bond as if it was nothing more than a string lightly attaching them?
"Qui-Gon? Are you all right? I heard something, you were moaning. Does something hurt?" Lena seemed genuinely concerned.
"I am fine, Lena. Someone is allowing me to feel my Padawan's torture. He is in great pain. I must find him quickly, I don't want him to suffer anymore. He is just a boy and this is intense torture."
The young woman put a hand on his arm. "We will find him. We will save them all. I, however, must tell you this. I have not been completely honest with you, Qui-Gon. I told you my husband was kidnapped by the dark Jedi. What I neglected to say was he is now one of them." She shuddered. "Senator Natal is actually my sister. He corrupted her, promising riches and power. I must get to him, I can change his mind. He doesn't know he is to be a father, I think it will be enough to stop him. Once the dark Jedi loses his supporters, things will be harder to control on Nihama."
Qui-Gon sighed, returning the woman's gentle gesture. "I am glad you told me the truth. If you know this man, you can tell me about him. So I can perhaps discern why this man kidnapped my Padawan and is torturing him."
"I'll tell you everything I know." Lena promised. Qui-Gon reached out with the Force, propelling a Force suggestion toward his Padawan.
//I am searching. I will find you, Obi-Wan. Hold on, Padawan.//
He could only hope that his apprentice had heard him.
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He vaguely heard his master's voice and it was enough to drag him to consiousness, in hopes of finding his master with him. Unfortunately, with consiouness came pain. Waves washed over the boy and he couldn't help but cry out.
"Calm down, child. Try not to move. You are hurt pretty badly. They sure did a number on you."
Obi-Wan's eyes shifted to the man at his side. He was momentarily surprised to find himself in the cell with the doctor who had been across from him, but remembered that they had dropped him there after his torture session.
He wanted to scream in rage at the unfairness of the universe. How did he always get into these situations? At least his Master was all right. During the torture, when his captor had opened his link to Qui-Gon for that brief moment, the boy had felt his Master trying to find him. He had received his message and drew comfort from it.
"If you will let me, I will try to help some of your wounds, child. I'm not a Force healer like you might be accustomed to,but I do have a few things up my sleeve."
The young Jedi nodded lightly, happy that at least that only brought on minimal pain. "Please. And call me Obi-Wan."
Smiling, the man nodded in return. "All right, Obi-Wan. I am going to have to take this tunic off in order to ascertain your injuries. It might be hard to maneuver it off, but I will help you."
The two set about to getting Obi-Wan out his tunic and then sitting him up near the cell bars. Without the grip he held on them, the boy would have fallen to one side he was so weak.
As the man looked over Obi-Wan's injury and began to lightly clean some of them out, Obi-Wan let him mind drift. How had they missed the intent of the Senator? She must have been a skilled deceiver if she had tricked the Jedi Council when she had sent in her plea for aid.
And how did his Master and he miss any inkling that something bad was going to happen? There must have been SOMETHING to explain it, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't think of anything.
A small cry escaped his lips when the doctor started working on a deep gouge on his lower back. He bit his lip trying to still any further reaction. After all, it wouldn't do if their captors new he was getting medical help.
"Well, there wasnt' much I could do here. I do think you have broken ribs though, so you are going to have to be as careful as you can. Just to warn you though, Obi-Wan. IF you receive another session like this one, I don't know if you will survive it."
Obi-Wan was sober. "I won't suffer another like this until my Master is here to see it and be hurt by it. So, until he finds me I have time. I can't use the Force otherwise I would try to heal some myself. Not that it would do much good, I can't mend my own bones."
The doctor nodded, helping Obi-wan replace his tunic. "There. NOw I suggest that you get some sleep. The body regenerates itself in sleep, and you can definitely use all the regeneration you can get."
He gestured to the small mat in the corner. "Do not worry about me, I will watch while you sleep. And don't think about complaining because you are weaker than I at the moment and I will prevail!"
Obi-Wan smiled lightly. "Thank you very much for everything. I really appreciate you helping me." He moved slowly and carefully over to the mat and lay down, trying not to jostle any of his numerous injuries.
As he lay there in the semi darkness of the prison cell, Obi-Wan prayed that his Master would find him soon, break him free and take him far away from this planet, never to return.
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I DIDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME, ONLY HALF AN HOUR IN FACT, SO I THREW THIS TOGETHER TO GIVE MY READERS WHO ARE WAITING FOR MORE SOMETHING TO READ UNTIL I CAN PUT TOGETHER THE RESCUE. I REALLY AM TRYING AND I THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME. I WILL DO MY BEST TO MAKE THE END EVERYTHING YOU HOPE IT WILL BE!!