Hello again Peeps! I know, I know, its been a while. I've been really busy with school and work and a original priece of fiction that I'm working on. Feburary is the month of LOVE, so wishing you lots of that.

May you never have writers block and may all your OTPs and ships stay alive!...though that's highly unlikely :'( Why does everyone have to die?!

Coruscant...Jedi Temple

"What's on your mind Padawan?"

"Huh? Oh nothing really Master. I was meerly reflecting on a feeling I had today."

Qui-gon Gin didn't know what to make of this. Yes, his Padawan was more prone to meditate more than most of the other padawans his age, but reflecting on a feeling? That was new.

"What sort of feeling Obi-Wan? It is not the Jedi way to relive our emotions, though I'm not the one to be talking."

Obi-Wan sighed. "I realize that master. It wasn't a real feeling though, but one more of the force."

Qui-gon frowned. Of the force? This was new. He returned his gaze to Obi-wan's upright figure.

"Care to explain in detail?"

Now it was Obi-wans turn to frown. "I don't know. I was helping Senator Amidala with the refugee stuff, and she said she was going to the landing platform to meet a new transport of refugees that were coming in. I followed her, but we got separated in the crowd. When I finally caught up to her, she was talking with a stranger."

"A refugee?"

"No, the pilot. But master, I sensed something about him. Something strange. It wasn't light, but it wasn't dark, or if it was, he was hiding it well. He had incredibly strong force walls surrounding his mind and feelings. It was very strange for a meer shuttle pilot. And one more thing. I keep getting the feeling that I've felt that presence before."

Qui-gon stroked his beard. He wasn't sure what to say. "Maybe you should speak to master Yoda about this. He often has insight on such matters. Besides, you've been meditating long enough for someone of you age, I should think."

Obi-wan was about to protest, but his master shushed him. "Speak with Master Yoda, then head to the training room and work off some steam."

Now Obi-wan did protest. "Master, I don't have any steam. I..."

Qui-gon silenced him. "Then go work up some steam. I'll see you at the evening meal. Now go."

Obi-wan nodded and rose to his feet and stretched out his aching muscles. When Qui-gon Jinn said move, Obi-wan moved.

Walking as fast as he dared, he made his way to Master Yoda's chamber. Knocking softly, he entered.

Master Yoda was seated on one of the many cushions that filled the room. Ever since he was a youngling, this room filled him with awe. It was quiet, peaceful, and dim. Obi-wan seated himself across from Maater Yoda. After a short wait, Master Yoda open his eyes and proceaded to stare openly at Obi. Finally, he spoke.

"Knew you were coming, I did. Know why you are here, I do. Know the answer, I might. In mysterious ways, the force works. What you felt, tell me, about this stranger."

So Obi-wan related in detail everything that had happened, what he had felt, and asked what it meant.

Yoda closed his eyes and sighed. "Troubling times these are, Padawan Kenobi. Know this you do. Clouded by the darkness, many things are. Commune with the force, you must. Stretch out in the force...feel the force.

Obi-wan complied. He reliesed his feelings, his thoughts, his emotions, to the force and stretched out. He could hear Master Yoda through the force, speaking to him. Trace the pilot's force signature, you must. Focus on him, only him. Obi-wan did as he was instructed. Suddenly, he saw something. It was a room, small and rundown, but clean. He saw a redheaded woman putting on a jacket and saying something to a man on a couch. Oni-wan couldn't hear any sound, but he could tell she was saying goodbye or something. Obi-wan focused on the man. It was the pilot, the one from the refugee shuttle. Suddenly, the vision started to fade away. Obi-wan pushed a little harder and focused on the location. Then he knew.

The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake by gentle hands. He groaned and tried to push the hands away, but found he couldn't move. He pried his eyes open to find his master staring down concerningly.

Qui-gon turned to Yoda. "It's about time one of you starts telling me what happened. I go down for evening meal, no Obi-wan. I go to the training rooms, still no Obi-wan. In fact, I was informed that my padawan had never showed up. So I backtrack even further to here, where I find, What do you know, Obi-wan, unconcious, and you Master Yoda sitting looking at him like he just, I don't know..." Qui-gon stopped talking and took a deep breath.

"Fall off his seat, he did. Waiting for him to wake up, I was."

Qui-gon sat down on a cushion and rubbed his temples. "He fell on the floor and you left him there? Why did he fall off in the first place?"

"Communing deeply with the force, he was. From sheer exhoustion of mind, unconcious he fell."

"What were you having him do?!"

Obi-wan was confused. His mind was still lingering on the fact that Qui-gon had said 'evening meal'. How long had he been out?

Yoda shuffled over to where Obi-wan was trying to sit up, stiff and sore from laying on the floor.

"Padawan, see something did you?"

Obi-wan nodded. "The pilot was in a apartment in thd lower levels of Coruscant. There was a woman too, but she was leaving."

Yoda nodded. "A good start it was. Try more tomorrow we will."

Qui-gon sputtered. "NO! No 'try more tomorrow'! Looked what happened to him today! And why is this pilot so important?!"

Yoda smiled as he might at a youngling. "Soon, reveiled many things will be. Things, shrouded with the very essence of the force itself. Soon, many things, even I do not yet understand will oppose the Order. Dark things, deathly things. Very troubling times are." Yoda lowered his voice untill Oni-wan and Qui-gon could barely hear him. "Caused only by one thing this darkness is. Returned, the Sith have."

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