Sorry for the extremely long update, life has been so very busy. This
chapter is also short, but I will try and update it within this week. I
give thanks to all my wonderful reviewers, you guys are the best.
me-me-
Why do I always have Obi-Wan captured? Because I like him. Jealous? Why would I be jealous, what is there to be jealous of?
Risa-
Sticks pillow underneath reader. Just in case you do fall, you'll have something soft to land on. Sorry for the long update once again
snowprincess-
Sorry, no Legolas in this story, but he is in my other stories. It's no fair, TTT is not playing in our theaters anymore. It went out about a month after the beginning of the year, or close to that. It didn't' stay in very long
Chapter 14: The Beginning of the End: Part One
Frustration filled Qui-Gon as he raced down the hallway. Xanatos was always one step ahead of him; somehow he always knew what was planned. When he had sabotaged the Temple, he had placed a device resembling a camera in TooJay, Tahl's annoying navigational Droid. The Droid was still around, even after Tahl's death.
Qui-Gon's hurried pace slowed as the thought of Tahl came back to him. That day she had died had been his most painful one. He had loved her; he still did, even after death. He was Jedi, and as a Jedi he was committed to the code. A Jedi will not hate, a Jedi will not feel anger, a Jedi will not love.
But he had. Qui-Gon fingered the hilt of his lightsaber. Tahl's death had caused him undying grief for the longest time, a time when he and Obi-Wan had been apart. But with the bond re-forged Qui-Gon was unwilling to lose him now.
*~*~*~
The throbbing in his head had reduced to a low ache, and for the first time in a while, Obi-Wan risked opening his eyes. He was unsure of where he was, but he had a strong feeling he was alone. Everything encircling him was dark, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the blackness.
With feeble movements he eased himself up into a siting position, controlling his breathing as pain raced through his aching head. Using the back of his hand he wiped his brow, drawing blood from a fresh cut.
Obi-Wan watched the dark intently, unmoving for the longest time, then with a sigh he was certain he was indeed alone. Now to find out where he was.
The young Jedi had been stripped of weapons and comlink, his robe and shoes were also gone, leaving him with bare feet as he stood, a thin pool of water rippling beneath each step. His tunic was damp from laying in it, and Obi-Wan shivered, embracing himself in a hug as he attempted to stave off the cold.
He had not walked long before he came to an end. He was on a ledge, and he could easily hear moving water flowing beneath him, flowing at a slow yet forceful pace. Turning he made his way back until he reached a wall. Running his hand over it the boy frowned.
He was still inside the Temple, Obi-Wan could feel it, but now he had a good idea on where exactly he was.
"The water systems," he breathed silently. Of course, Xanatos had a hideout down here when he sabotaged the Temple. Obi-Wan doubted that someone had gotten around to cleaning it up. He also doubted that anyone remembered it was here, besides Xanatos.
Obi-Wan knew that he was unable to swim out, the tunnels were far to long, and attempting to swim that distance without a breather was suicide. He would have to rely on someone finding him. He eased his way onto the floor, leaning against the wall as he shut his eyes.
Mustering the force seemed to be more difficult than it should have been, and after a time Obi-Wan opened his eyes in defeat. His injuries and fatigue were getting the better of him. A flare of anger passed through him before he dismissed it moments later. Anger would not help any situation.
He slowly pushed himself to his feet, stopping when his hand came to rest on a small metal form. He smiled to himself when his fingers closed around the comlink. Perhaps he wasn't out of luck after all. He set himself back down, turning it on with a simple flick.
Immediately before him a hologram of Xanatos wavered. Obi-Wan tightened his grip on the comlink as Xanatos began to speak.
"So you have awakened my padawan."
Obi-Wan scowled as the holographic figure continued. "Enjoy your time, while still have some left. I assume you know where you are by now. The water tunnels will flood at dawn. You alone can sense how close that is. But let's not make your death in vain."
Xanatos paused, clearing his throat before starting again. "The children I have so trained will never make it to the temple. Don't seemed so surprised, I will still take over the Temple. You see, I have an interesting proposition that they won't be able to turn down. The Temple for the lives of the children. Qui-Gon would never let that happen. But even if they take the deal, they will still die."
"I need to make my point my young Padawan. They must know I am serious. And they will. You unfortunately won't be around. Enjoy your time."
The hologram faded away, and Obi-Wan tightened his grip even more. But before he could move the instrument suddenly beeped and exploded. Obi-Wan cried out, gripping his burnt hand as the charred metal dropped from his grasp.
He closed his eyes, trying once again to gather the force, but it was useless. With a sigh he dropped his head, resting it on his knees. Below him he could hear the slight churning as the water system began to flush out. It was near dawn. It would be only minutes until the water level would start to rise and only minutes after that until his compartment was flooded.
TBC.
me-me-
Why do I always have Obi-Wan captured? Because I like him. Jealous? Why would I be jealous, what is there to be jealous of?
Risa-
Sticks pillow underneath reader. Just in case you do fall, you'll have something soft to land on. Sorry for the long update once again
snowprincess-
Sorry, no Legolas in this story, but he is in my other stories. It's no fair, TTT is not playing in our theaters anymore. It went out about a month after the beginning of the year, or close to that. It didn't' stay in very long
Chapter 14: The Beginning of the End: Part One
Frustration filled Qui-Gon as he raced down the hallway. Xanatos was always one step ahead of him; somehow he always knew what was planned. When he had sabotaged the Temple, he had placed a device resembling a camera in TooJay, Tahl's annoying navigational Droid. The Droid was still around, even after Tahl's death.
Qui-Gon's hurried pace slowed as the thought of Tahl came back to him. That day she had died had been his most painful one. He had loved her; he still did, even after death. He was Jedi, and as a Jedi he was committed to the code. A Jedi will not hate, a Jedi will not feel anger, a Jedi will not love.
But he had. Qui-Gon fingered the hilt of his lightsaber. Tahl's death had caused him undying grief for the longest time, a time when he and Obi-Wan had been apart. But with the bond re-forged Qui-Gon was unwilling to lose him now.
*~*~*~
The throbbing in his head had reduced to a low ache, and for the first time in a while, Obi-Wan risked opening his eyes. He was unsure of where he was, but he had a strong feeling he was alone. Everything encircling him was dark, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the blackness.
With feeble movements he eased himself up into a siting position, controlling his breathing as pain raced through his aching head. Using the back of his hand he wiped his brow, drawing blood from a fresh cut.
Obi-Wan watched the dark intently, unmoving for the longest time, then with a sigh he was certain he was indeed alone. Now to find out where he was.
The young Jedi had been stripped of weapons and comlink, his robe and shoes were also gone, leaving him with bare feet as he stood, a thin pool of water rippling beneath each step. His tunic was damp from laying in it, and Obi-Wan shivered, embracing himself in a hug as he attempted to stave off the cold.
He had not walked long before he came to an end. He was on a ledge, and he could easily hear moving water flowing beneath him, flowing at a slow yet forceful pace. Turning he made his way back until he reached a wall. Running his hand over it the boy frowned.
He was still inside the Temple, Obi-Wan could feel it, but now he had a good idea on where exactly he was.
"The water systems," he breathed silently. Of course, Xanatos had a hideout down here when he sabotaged the Temple. Obi-Wan doubted that someone had gotten around to cleaning it up. He also doubted that anyone remembered it was here, besides Xanatos.
Obi-Wan knew that he was unable to swim out, the tunnels were far to long, and attempting to swim that distance without a breather was suicide. He would have to rely on someone finding him. He eased his way onto the floor, leaning against the wall as he shut his eyes.
Mustering the force seemed to be more difficult than it should have been, and after a time Obi-Wan opened his eyes in defeat. His injuries and fatigue were getting the better of him. A flare of anger passed through him before he dismissed it moments later. Anger would not help any situation.
He slowly pushed himself to his feet, stopping when his hand came to rest on a small metal form. He smiled to himself when his fingers closed around the comlink. Perhaps he wasn't out of luck after all. He set himself back down, turning it on with a simple flick.
Immediately before him a hologram of Xanatos wavered. Obi-Wan tightened his grip on the comlink as Xanatos began to speak.
"So you have awakened my padawan."
Obi-Wan scowled as the holographic figure continued. "Enjoy your time, while still have some left. I assume you know where you are by now. The water tunnels will flood at dawn. You alone can sense how close that is. But let's not make your death in vain."
Xanatos paused, clearing his throat before starting again. "The children I have so trained will never make it to the temple. Don't seemed so surprised, I will still take over the Temple. You see, I have an interesting proposition that they won't be able to turn down. The Temple for the lives of the children. Qui-Gon would never let that happen. But even if they take the deal, they will still die."
"I need to make my point my young Padawan. They must know I am serious. And they will. You unfortunately won't be around. Enjoy your time."
The hologram faded away, and Obi-Wan tightened his grip even more. But before he could move the instrument suddenly beeped and exploded. Obi-Wan cried out, gripping his burnt hand as the charred metal dropped from his grasp.
He closed his eyes, trying once again to gather the force, but it was useless. With a sigh he dropped his head, resting it on his knees. Below him he could hear the slight churning as the water system began to flush out. It was near dawn. It would be only minutes until the water level would start to rise and only minutes after that until his compartment was flooded.
TBC.