I do not own Kim Possible, or the first 15 chapters of 'I am Jedi.' They belong to Disney and Trombe respectively. This fic has been adopted by me with permission from Trombe.
I am Jedi
Chapter Fourteen: Assassin
"You could learn a thing or two about being subtle."
-Jango Feet to Zam Wessell following their escape from Oovo IV
Obi-Wan Kenobi used to dream of simpler things.
Of better things.
Of a better future.
Of a Republic he was proud to serve and defend.
The esteemed Jedi Knight was not so sure anymore.
Not after the incident with the attack on Senator Padme Amidala. A friend of his from what seems like a lifetime back, Obi-Wan was horrified to learn of an attempt on her life the minute she arrived back on Coruscant. Narrowly missing the assassination via her clever system of using doubles it was only by fate and by the Force's will that she had survived.
The assassin would be wise to correct his mistake. Senator Palpatine was even wiser to anticipate it and move one step ahead. When offered the chance at being her bodyguards, it was no surprise to anyone that Obi-Wan took the position with no hesitation. His padawan would want him to do no less.
Still one cannot be too cautious. Obi-Wan learned that lesson the hard way far too many times. He took a chance asking a friend's aid on this one. He only hoped that this did not escalate into something far more serious than he could imagine.
Yet in his heart he was glad and honored to have such a friend he could count on. He was one of the few who called Jedi Master Gerald Katz a close friend, Gerald having been a friend of Qui-Gon Jinn, Gerald had been an older figure and mentor he could look up to. And now he was a trusted and dear friend.
Which led to the present meeting now, here in the Senate.
"Hello there." He pulled down his cowl.
"Master Obi-Wan Kenobi." An auburn haired young woman looked at him with reverence and awe as she exclaimed his name. Her green eyes sparkled with intelligence, and she possessed the grace of a trained Ximir acrobat. He was not about to leave out the part that he thought she was quite beautiful. There was no mistaking it. She was the pride of Gerald Katz. Like a father was proud of his daughter.
"You must be Kimberly Anne Possible." He said with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Just Kim sir…I mean Master Kenobi." She flushed.
"Ha ha. Indeed. Master Katz has told me so much about you."
Gerald coughed slightly on purpose.
"Really? Well I'm sure they're no big."
"No big?" Obi-Wan puzzled.
"Not a problem." Gerald interrupted. "Younglings today and their slang."
"Of course." Obi-Wan chuckled along.
"Where is your boy Kenobi?" Gerald did not felt the presence of Obi-Wan's young and spirited apprentice anywhere in the building. It was not a hard thing to miss. The chosen One's connection with the Force was unlike any other.
"I doubt he would like it if I called him my boy Master Katz. Anyway Anakin is on an errand for me at the temple. I'd asked the same of your other pad-"
Gerald placed his hand in the air to stop Obi-Wan. His fingers indicating he was counting.
"three…two…one…"
"Coming Master! Whoa! Who put these stairs here? Honestly someone could trip and hurt themselves."
"Ron!" Kim shook her head in disbelief.
Obi-Wan found the source of the voice in the form of a young man, blonde haired and freckled, who for some reason reminded him of a rare exotic animal he once encountered. A sloth. A pink sloth to be exact according to the locals. Obi-Wan was quick to banish such thoughts from his mind.
"Master Kenobi may I present to you my OTHER apprentice, Ronald Stoppable." Gerald was slightly less proud when he said that but Obi-Wan could tell that was just the tone of a father worried about his promising son who had no ambition.
"Whoa. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi! Badical!"
"Badical?"
"Like Radical only on an extreme note." Gerald again deciphered.
"I…see."
"Don't feel so bad about it Master Kenobi. It took me 10 years to even understood that..They make huttese seem like child's play." Gerald sighed.
Suddenly training the spirited Anakin Skywalker did not seem so bad as Obi-Wan thought.
"Well met then Ronald. I guess I don't need any introduction." He offered his hand and shook the boy's own.
Turning his attention to the Jedi Master, Obi-Wan's face was grim serious. Introductions were out of the way and it was now time to act the part of Jedi.
"Anyway I am glad you have come my friend. We have much to discuss. Walk with me."
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Kim could not believe her luck. Here in the flesh was the renowned Jedi Knight. There was no youngling alive who did not know the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi. The story of his duel with a Sith Lord on Naboo was legendary.
"Ron could you believe it?" She whispered.
"Yeah" The blonde boy smiled. "I didn't think we'd be helping Obi though."
"Ron!" Kim's tone was scandalized.
Katz cleared his throat and gave them the look that said pay attention. The two lowered their heads, embarrassed.
Obi-Wan told them his predicament and both Master and pupils listened closely.
"Grim. Very grim indeed." Katz stroked his beard.
"Why would anyone want Senator Amidala dead? Everyone likes her." Ron quipped.
"Never trust the holo-net one hundred percent Ron. Media Propaganda and all that. I'm sure even someone like Senator Amidala has got to have some enemies." Kim stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Clever girl. Exactly." Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow in approval. "Its exactly as Kim has said Ronald. The world of politics is a world I'd likely never want to tread."
"So what is it you want from us exactly Obi-Wan?" Katz folded his arms in anticipation. He had an inkling of what was to be asked of them and it was far from easy.
Obi-Wan paused for a moment. "Guarding the Senator is my duty along with Anakin's Master Katz. But so long as we remain her protection I cannot move to find the source of this attack."
Ron scratched his head as he tried to grasp the picture. "So you want us to.."
"get to the bottom of this and find out who is responsible. " Kim finished for him.
Katz was deep in thought before speaking again. "Its a dangerous thing you ask of me Obi-Wan."
"I would never ask it of you Master Katz had I not thought it was absolutely necessary." Obi-Wan fully understood the extent of what he was asking of his old friend. The attacker involved could just be a mad bomber, easily dealt with by Coruscant's police force. Yet the possibility of it being a hired blade was quite high. Or even worse yet..A terrorist cell. Gerald Katz had experience them before, but not his padawans. They would be liabilities.
Kim and Ron looked at each other and nodded. "We're game Master."
Gerald looked at his padawans disapprovingly. "This is not a game Kimberly. This is something far worse than what we experienced on the Smuggler's Moon."
"I know that Master, but Master Kenobi is asking for our help. As Jedi it is our sworn duty to protect and defend the ideals of the Republic, right? " Kim retaliated. Sure she was headstrong she knew that, but it was her heart that guided her the most. A heart that could not tolerate any injustice. Given the chance to right injustice she would gladly take that risk.
"KP's right Master. You always told me to follow my instinct. And for once.. it ain't about food. I'm with Kim on this one." Ron was not quite as sure as Kim. This seemed way over his head. But he could never abandon Kim or his friends when they needed his help. That was just not what cool dudes do.
Gerald carefully took in what both of his padawans had to say. In all honesty he could not help but feel a hint of pride in his pupils. He had thought the lessons he parted unto both of them would be forgotten like so many others before them.
"Alright.." He gazed at both of them.
"Where do we start?" He turned to Obi-Wan with a approving look.
Kim and Ron held in a small high five and a silent booyah.
"Thank you my friend." Obi-Wan was relieved. "Here is what I know."
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"Ugh.. We've been searching for hours now. We're never going to find anything!" Ron whined as he leaned his head over the side of the speeder.
"The Police Force couldn't find anything meaningful on the fragments of the bomb that blew the ship up. If CSF couldn't find anything we are dealing with a pro alright." Gerald drove the speeder cautiously while he thought out loud.
"I asked CSF if they saw or heard anything suspicious but they couldn't remember something that stood out." Kim was chewing on her lips as she went over the data she collected on her KIMmunicator.
"The only source we have left is to ask the Senator herself what happened and even then I doubt we'd find anything helpful." She frustratingly came to grip with reality. Whoever attacked the Senator was no ordinary bomber or assassin. This was getting more and more serious by the minute.
"Its getting dark. Driving around aimlessly is not going to do us any good either." Gerald stated.
The rumbling of Ron's stomach could be heard by everyone in the speeder. "Sorry..didn't have anything to eat all day." Ron chuckled.
Kim and Gerald simultaneously sighed.
"We'll return to the temple and take a breather. We'll figure things out from there."
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On top of the tallest building on Coruscant stood the figure of the Galaxy's most feared bounty hunter Jango Fett. As he leaned over the edge he cleaned his blasters, a daily ritual he had grown accustomed to whenever he was deep in thought.
Just as he had expected Zam Wessell had failed to eliminate the Senator. On the occasions that he had teamed up with the assassin/bounty hunter Jango found Zam Wessell to be quite brutal and ruthless, very good traits in a hunter but he found her skills to be lacking. All style and lacking subtlety. He was here to make sure she did not have another chance to fail. Those poisonous kouhuns, deadly little insectoids. that he had given her was his last gesture of faith. Tonight would be her last chance at eliminating the Senator before he stepped in and did it himself.
The illuminating lights of the city flashed all around him yet he seemed unfazed by the sights and sounds. A Mandalorian focused only at the task at hand. Even then he was aware of the creeping figure coming up behind him.
"You're late."
"And you're suppose to be dead." The strong darkly feminine voice was as sharp as a vibroblade.
"Not quite the reunion I was expecting." Jango took off his helmet casually.
As quick as a blaster bolt two green blasts flew into the air aimed directly at him. Jango was even quicker to respond as he drew his twin dallorian blasters and shot the projectiles down with his own bolts, fresh smoke coming off the blasters' barrel.
"Udesii She'ika. (Take it easy Little Shego); Jango stared at his assailant's fierce green eyes. Beautiful and dangerous.
" N'jurkad di'kut (Don't mess with me you moron, idiot, jackass, and whatever else you can think of that's unpleasant)" The cold breeze that blew tonight whipped Shego's long dark hair around her, her hands glowing that dangerous hue of green.
"I know I didn't teach you mando'a just so you could chew people out. "
Shego was about to launch another set of plasma blasts before Jango was upon her, quickly grappling both of her hands rendering those plasma bolts dangerous to the both of them.
"Cortosis weaved gauntlets. Learned my lesson from before. Now..can we talk?"
Shego's face hardened but not before she used Jango's own hold against him by falling backwards and using her momentum to build enough force to topple him over her and onto the hard concrete.
"Fine..now we can talk." Satisfied Shego's green aura quickly diminished.
Jango blankly stared up at the dark haired woman before breaking up into a small smirk. "Still learning my moves I see."
Shego smirked back.
"I learned from the best." Grudgingly she offered her hand out, Jango took it and pulled himself up.
An awkward silence fell on the two. Shego was the first to speak up.
"Whats going on Fett? First you disappeared and now you come back and.." sudden realization hit her as she watched the man she admired put back on his t-shaped visor helm.
"You're never going tell me what happened, are you?"
"You can ask. Doesn't mean I'm going to have an answer." Jango's concord dawn accent was synthesized through the helmet, giving off a cold somber tone.
Shego growled in frustration. "Fine. If you wanna do business then business it is then. What did you call me in for?"
"First things first. I have a job to do." His hunting instincts were kicking in. He could feel the tension in the air. Zam Wessell was going to make her move soon.
"Keep up and follow my lead."
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A hot meal and warm shower was all Ron needed to be revitalized. Making his way to one of the many briefing rooms the Jedi temple had he found Kim and Master Katz already in deep discussion and thought.
"Any luck so far?" He asked the two as he sat in one of the floating chairs.
"We've went over all the data we've collected and only came up with one thing." Katz said in a tired voice.
"Nothing." Kim was obviously frustrated. She had never met a challenge that she could not tackle before. There was just not enough information to go around.
"Bummer." Ron could feel their dispirited status.
"Do we go back to Master Kenobi empty-handed?" Ron looked at his Jedi Master.
"I don't see any other way Ronald. Unless we-" Katz was cut off by the beeping of his com-link. It was definitely Obi-Wan.
Before he could turn it on Kim stood up and had a blank look on her face. "Somethings' wrong. Somethings' not right."
Kim felt it. Like blood draining from your fingertips.
"Mas..Katz..k..uns..trie..kill..senator..nee..assistance..." The broad-casted message from Obi-Wan was full of static and interference but the message was as clear as day.
The assassin had made his move.
The three Jedi scrambled off in a dash, hoping they were not too late.
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AN. As I stated before I have adopted this fic from Trombe. I will be uploading new chapters in blocks of five as I make small changes to suit my own writing style. Thanks for reading and a giant Thank You to Trombe for allowing me to adopt this fic.