Schism

by B L Lindley Anderson

Jareel and the padawans are sidetracked before they can return the injured Qui-Gon to the temple. War is about to break out. Can they prevent it? What will become of Qui-Gon? Will the path to peace be an easy one?

Schism

Sequel to Twilight

by B. L. Lindley-Anderson

"Master Jareel, there is a communication from the Jedi temple," Daven informed his master.

He came forward and saw a holo image of Master Yoda. He bowed to it and waited for the diminutive Jedi to speak.

"Jareel, know I do that injured Qui-Gon is. However, in the vicinity of an important conflict you are. To Lamorah you must divert. Prevent a war we hope to with negotiations."

"But what of Qui-Gon, Master? He is in bad shape…and too weak to help himself much."

"Spoken I have with the governor about this. To the hospital in the capital city you will take him. Serious his injuries are, but not life threatening. Doctors there can treat him. Checked into it I have. An excellent facility it is. Good care he will receive." Yoda paused for a moment. "Any more questions are there?"

"No Master. We will change our course at once." The little Jedi said no more and the image disappeared.

"Daven, change course for Lamorah," Jareel said with a touch of irritation in his voice. "I suppose the hospital can take good care of Qui-Gon. The one on Charon helped me…in spite of their different ways…and unspeakable food."

The two padawans turned at the last comment. Master Jareel was joking…at a time when his best friend was so seriously injured? Or maybe it wasn't a joke. Maybe it was just his way of blowing off his annoyance at being sidetracked on a mission when he'd rather get Qui-Gon back to the temple. Jareel turned on his heel and headed for the aft of the transport.

Qui-Gon had his eyes closed. The big Jedi assumed he was sleeping and started to slip back out.

"Something's wrong," the elder Jedi said.

Jareel turned back to see Qui-Gon watching him. "Yes. Very perceptive of you."

"What's wrong?"

"We are not going back to Coruscant." The big man sat down next to Qui-Gon's bed. "Master Yoda has diverted us to Lamorah for negotiations. Seems they are on the verge of war."

"It will be fine. I'll be all right," Qui-Gon knew there were only very few things that Jareel would allow to interfere with his duties.

"Yes. You will be. We will be taking you to the hospital there. The arrangements have been made."

"I hardly think that is necessary. I can stay on the ship. I'll be fine. I can look after myself. I'm feeling better already." The Jedi started to sit up to demonstrate the beginning of his recovery…but stopped suddenly. Pain overwhelmed him as he tried to move…not only from the visible injuries, but Qui-Gon was also sore and stiff from having his arms manacled above his head.

"You think so, do you? And what have you been able to do for yourself? Do you really think I'd leave alone in this shape? Besides, as I told you, the arrangements have been made. Master Yoda has spoken with the governor."

Despite the elder Jedi's protestations that he would be fine, Jareel insisted on accompanying him to the hospital. An aide to the governor hovered around the two Jedi.

"He will be in the best care Master Jareel," the aide insisted. "There really is nothing you can do. If you would just come with me…"

"I'll be along with you shortly. Until he is in the hands of the doctors, I will stay with him in case he requires something. After all, how much experience have your people had in treating Jedi?"

"Well…ah…I really can't say."

"Then I think it would be best for me to speak with the doctor. He needs to know who to contact…and how in case he needs any information. Besides, this would be accomplished much faster if you would allow us to get going instead of arguing." Jareel smiled and managed to keep his tone pleasant.

The aide said nothing more but backed out of the way.

Satisfied that his friend was in good care…and that the doctors had the required information, Jareel finally allowed himself to be shown to the speeder that awaited the Jedi.

"Obi-Wan…is something wrong?"

"Ah…it's just…"

"It's all right young one. I know you have not worked with me before. Your master will be fine. He needs much rest right now. You don't want to interfere, do you? Besides, with the three of us working together, maybe we can get this finished more quickly."

The padawan accepted that and hurried to catch up to the big Jedi and his apprentice as they walked away.

"Governor Blass, this is Master Jareel Noraan and his apprentice, Daven Madond. And this is the apprentice of the injured Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"I am honored…and relieved to meet you. Please have a seat. I am sorry to know we are diverting you from getting your wounded colleague back to Coruscant. However, we hope to prevent this war. Tensions have escalated to the breaking point and I fear what may happen if the situation is not defused. Our neighbors are violent people. They would completely destroy this province if war broke out. It is important."

"I understand Governor," Jareel replied. "You have been trying to hold negotiations before?"

"Oh yes. For some time now. However, the governor of the Alonia province walked out of our last session. She was very upset…and made certain…threats."

"Can you give me some background on this dispute first? How long has it been going on?"

"For several years now. Alonia, as I said, is very violent. It's almost as if they are continually trying to start a war with someone. They had just negotiated a treaty with another neighbor shortly before they invaded our province. And with no provocation either! We have no dispute with them, but they accused of us abuses and secretly plotting with the other province against them."

"But there is no basis for these claims?"

"None at all, I assure you Master Jareel. Our record speaks for itself of trying to maintain peaceful relations with all our neighbors. We have signed statements with all the surrounding provinces stating our intention to always work to resolve differences peacefully and to allow war to be the absolute last resort. All our neighbors except Alonia that is."

"Why is that?"

"Because they have always refused it. As I stated, they seem to want war. They are always slow to turn to the negotiating table and fast to turn to a weapon. The Alonians pride themselves on their weapons. That is their major industry…even when they are not at war. Gentlemen, I fear my province will be laid waste if war breaks out. Their arms are the most destructive kind. Our land will not be fit to sustain life once they finish their attack. Please…help us."

"That is why we are here. Do you think that you can get the governor of Alonia to come back to the mediation table?"

"I can try. I will try. Perhaps when she finds out that the Jedi are involved, it may change her mind."

Qui-Gon felt like he was in a haze. But…at least it was different from the semiconscious state he had been in on Jabbot. That one was from pain and exhaustion. Now it was due to the pain reliever that had been administered. Jedi usually didn't use such things…except in extreme cases. His was such a case. With such a large portion of his body covered with burns…and the sound thrashing to his back, his body was simply not able to draw as strongly on the Force as he would need to completely relieve his pain…and there was no healer present to help either. After a discussion with Healer Kiel at the temple, the doctor had given the Jedi master an injection of something. Qui-Gon didn't know what…but his pain was gone. Pain that had lasted days…gone. That's all he cared about right now. The medication he had received was a favorite of doctors at the hospital. It was the most commonly used pain drug at the facility. Not only was it a very effective pain reliever, it also caused a certain amount of amnesia…which came in handy for very painful procedures. Patients would have no memory of what was done to them while under the influence of the medication.

Qui-Gon could feel the gentle touch of hands cleaning and tending his battered body. The Jedi didn't bother to open his eyes to see who it was. He was being cared for. He could rest and relax…and not hurt. Nothing else mattered. Yes…he was foolish to even suggest that Jareel leave him behind on the ship. Why had he said it? He thought he could take care of himself? Was that it? That was silly. The Jedi could hardly lift his own hand right now. What made him think he could care for himself? Of course, he wasn't thinking that the reason his hand felt so heavy was because of the medication. His hand…the thought of not being able to lift it drew his attention to it…flagging attention. He opened his eyes only a crack…to see his hand. Yes…it was moving even though he didn't think it was. It didn't seem to be responding to his commands…yet he could see that it was moving as he willed it to. Slowly, but it was moving. A small, silly grin came to his face and he let his heavy eyelids shut. Yes…he could move his hand. He would have been able to take care of himself. He would have…. He would have to remember to tell that to Jareel later. Remember…remember. Remember what? There was something he was supposed to remember. What was it?

By the end of the day, Jareel had talked with Governor Gorr of Alonia three times. She wasn't convinced that this was not a ploy…a trick. She thought that because she had walked out of the talks, Governor Blass was willing to do anything to bring her back…probably to kidnap her. He was so desperate to stop the war that he would do anything. That's the way Gorr saw it…because that's probably what she would do. But the big Jedi's training in negotiation and experience in massaging tender egos served him well in this situation. He finally…finally…after many words and much wrangling with Gorr's paranoia, got her to consent to at least come and see the Jedi. She agreed to nothing more than to come by the building, without exiting her speeder, and cast her eyes on the trio of knights.

To Blass, it seemed a worthless gesture. To Jareel, it seemed a victory…small as it was.

"What does it accomplish?" the governor waved his hands in exasperation. "To come and look at you…"

With the last bit of patience he was still able to embrace and pull to him, Jareel made a calm reply. "It is Governor Gorr's distrust that makes her stay away. We have at least gotten her to come back. When she arrives and sees that there truly are Jedi here…and this is not a ruse, then perhaps we have a chance to reopen the talks."

The governor seemed skeptical. "And what if your…idea doesn't work?"

"Why don't we wait until we see if it fails before we get upset?"

"But…but…I thought you were a negotiator. Don't you make back up plans?"

"Of course I do. However, I find it is best to keep my ideas to myself until I am able to weigh both sides of an argument. I do have other ideas if this does not draw the governor into new talks. It has been a very long day Governor Blass. I would like to get some rest so I will be fresh for tomorrow."

"Yes, of course," Blass suddenly became cooperative. In the Jedi lay his hopes. He didn't want to offend him…although he didn't seem to mind questioning his judgement. "I will have someone show you to rooms…"

"Thank you Governor. However, I would like to go and visit my friend first. His condition was serious and I would like to check on his status."

"I'll have a speeder at the door for you."

The Jedi trio entered Qui-Gon's room. The lights were dimmed down. He lay on his side with his eyes closed. His entire upper body had been bandaged front and back. Obi-Wan stood at the bedside looking down at his master. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"He seems fine," Jareel began. "The doctor says he's doing well. Let's not disturb him."

But the elder Jedi's eyes opened at the familiar sound. "Obi-Wan. How're the talks goin'?" His voice sounded heavy and sleepy.

"Don't worry about that Master. We'll take care of that. You just get well."

"Listen to him," Jareel added. "He speaks wisely for a young one."

Qui-Gon smiled a small smile. "Told you before whatta good 'pprentice he is."

"You were right. He has been much help already."

Even in his still slightly foggy state, Qui-Gon realized that where Jareel was, Daven was not far away. He lifted his head looking for him. "Daven, still stuck with this ol' space pirate. Have to talk to Yoda 'bout that."

The padawan smiled. "I'm happy being stuck with him Master Qui-Gon."

"I was going to ask how you were doing," the big blonde man said. "But, if you feel up to carrying on like that…you must be doing well."

"'M fine. Don't hurt anymore. Feelin' better. Be out of here soon."

"I'm sure you will. In time to help with our negotiations no doubt."

"Yes," the elder Jedi confirmed. Then something drifted into his not quite focused thoughts. "Somethin' I was s'pposed to remember."

"What's that?" Jareel asked. He realized the state Qui-Gon was in and was just making whatever conversation the Jedi wanted to pursue.

"Don't remember. I was s'pposed to remember…to tell you. But don't remember."

"Ah…well, don't worry about it. If it's important, you'll remember."

"Yes," he agreed.

"The doctor assures us you are doing fine. We'll go now and let you rest."

"Yes," Qui-Gon agreed.

"I'll come by and see you in the morning Master," Obi-Wan told him.

"In the morning."

The three Jedi walked out. Qui-Gon closed his drowsy eyes. So little sleep he had gotten on Jabbot. He wanted to sleep.

"You look much better Master," were Obi-Wan's first words to Qui-Gon the next morning.

"Good. I hope I look better than I felt yesterday. Now I know why Jedi don't like to use those drugs unless necessary. Not only do they play games with your level of consciousness, they also seem to last a long time."

"And how do you know that?" Jareel said. "I'll bet you can't even recall if they medicated you more than once."

Qui-Gon looked thoughtful…then puzzled. "You're right. I only remember one time, when they first began to work on me. After that…I don't remember a lot about yesterday."

"Did you remember what you supposed to tell me?" Jareel asked in a serious tone, but he was teasing his friend.

"What?" Qui-Gon asked.

"You told me last night there was something you were supposed to remember to tell me…but you couldn't remember it."

Qui-Gon looked a little confused. Jareel's statement made as much sense as his question. "I guess I don't remember…what I was supposed to remember…but didn't remember."

The padawans laughed. Obi-Wan said, "He must be feeling better."

"Either that or he's still drugged," Daven added.

"I thought I was here to rest," Qui-Gon cut in.

"You are," a nurse said as she hurried in. "Here is your medication Mr. Jinn." Then she looked on the other three Jedi. "He is supposed to be resting."

"We will not stay long, I assure you," Jareel said in his most charming voice. "We were concerned about our friend and just wanted to look in on him." Then in an important tone he added, "We will be leaving soon because we have business with the governor."

"I don't care who you know," she replied. "If you are here when I come back, I'll call security if I have to in order to get you out of here." She left mumbling about nuts who try every game to justify their actions. Let them tell their story to the security guard.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" accused Qui-Gon. "You told her that about the governor on purpose." He smiled. Perhaps the old Jareel was beginning to peek out now and again.

"I learned quite a bit about nurses during my stay in the hospital, old friend. The way to endear yourself to them is to tease them," he said humorlessly.

"I don't know Master," Daven said. "She didn't seem too fond of you."

"Before Qui-Gon is out of this hospital, I'll have her charmed. You just watch…and learn." To the elder Jedi he said, "Dr. Groshar says that you should make a satisfactory recovery…no complications. That's good news. Not knowing what those savages used on you…"

"The doctor and I talked a little earlier about my injuries. Burns on the chest. From what I could tell him, he said it sounds like chemical burns. Just time, bacta…and rest and I'll be ready to go back to Jabbot."

"Back?"

"Yes. I'm sure the council will want to investigate this further. To find out what and who instigated this."

"So sure you are that you will be the one going back?"

"Are you trying to confuse me by talking like Master Yoda?"

A puzzled look came to the big man's face. He had not mocked Yoda…had he? Not consciously. He shook his head. He'd been around the little green Jedi too long.

The door opened and the nurse stood there, arms folded over her chest, and tapping her foot.

Jareel patted Qui-Gon on the arm. "We must be going to the governor's mansion now," he said with a wink to the elder Jedi. "We'll see you later." As the padawans said their goodbyes, Jareel walked toward the door. He bowed slightly. "Excuse me," he said. The nurse looked a little flustered as she realized she was blocking his exit. Trying to get out of the way without seeming to be getting out of the way, she kept her sour look as she watched the big man walk out.

Qui-Gon smiled…and tried not to laugh. Yes, he certainly was charming her.

At the appointed time, Jareel, Daven, and Obi-Wan were standing before the governor's mansion awaiting the arrival of Governor Gorr. And…she was purposely late. The Jedi passed time by looking around at the buildings. It was a very modern appearing city. The structures were sleek and slim with little decoration. Their embellishment came in the form of the building material used. Even though the architecture was very modern, the materials were not the most current crete-type mixtures. Most of the edifices were constructed from native rock. The differing colors…even of the same type of stone, gave the area a very warm look, which was contrasted to the mineral chips in the stones that reflected the bright sun.

Jareel had been idly looking as the padawans pointed to different buildings commenting on their shape or tint. Each planet they visited was a new adventure in style, but they didn't often get the chance to study it this closely. Something touched Jareel's mind. He took a sweeping glance around the cityscape as he reached out. "I have a bad feeling…" his voice trailed off.

"About what?" Daven asked in concern.

"I'm not certain young one. A definite feeling…but somehow also…elusive."

Any further speculation was interrupted by the noise of a very large and elaborate caravan of vehicles gliding just above the street. They came to a halt before the large building where the Jedi stood. Except for the military guard units, all the other vehicles looked exactly the same and had windows that could only be seen through one way…from inside out.

Jareel was unsure what was expected of him. Did the governor expect him to go vehicle to vehicle trying to guess which she was in? That would be ridiculous…but seemed like something the recalcitrant executive would do. However, the big Jedi stood his ground. He would allow his ignorance of what she considered protocol to prevent him from being drawn into her games. He simply stood and waited.

Finally, one of the vehicles lowered a window. A petulant voice called out, "Do you expect me to wait on you all day?"

Jareel turned and saw a pale faced woman with very black hair…which made her look even whiter. Her face was thin and somewhat drawn. Her age was indeterminate, but the Jedi guessed middle age.

He strolled over to her vehicle and bowed slightly. "Governor Gorr, I am Jedi Master Jareel Noraan. I am honored to meet you."

She took a long draw on a lengthy slender dark cylinder and blew the smoke directly into Jareel's face. He was determined to show no reaction…which greatly annoyed her. "I doubt that very much…especially after what Blass must have said about me."

"I assure you our talks have been on a professional level. I prefer not to make personal attacks."

"Well…perhaps you don't, but Blass…. Well he is a different matter."

"This is my apprentice, Daven Madond. This is another Jedi apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Two apprentices?"

"No Governor. Obi-Wan is not my apprentice."

"Oh. Is there another Jedi that you haven't told me about?"

"I didn't mention him because he will not take part in the negotiations."

She studied the big blonde man. Gorr very much wanted to catch him in a lie. It would be a good excuse to call off these talks. "Then why is he here?"

"He was injured and is in the hospital. I'm sorry if you feel I have hidden something from you. That was not my intention. I merely didn't think it worth bringing up since, as I said, he will not be participating."

"Hmm. How do I know I'll be safe?"

Jareel slowly drew in a deep breath, trying not to make it look like he was drawing in a breath. In this game, he knew he could show nothing she would consider weakness…like impatience. "You were safe here when you and Governor Blass were conducting negotiations before. I don't think anything has changed."

"Except I called off the talks. You don't think that would make these people angry with me?"

"I'm sure they want to see the talks begin again. How could the negotiations begin anew if something happened to you? You have indicated a willingness to negotiate. If someone decided to assassinate you, if that's what you are implying, how would they know that the next governor would even be willing to talk?"

Gorr had to admit she was impressed with this big man. He certainly thought about what he was going to say and didn't blurt out platitudes. That seemed to her to indicate openness and a logical mind. And he didn't seem to be the simpering fool that Blass was. Perhaps she could actually communicate with the Jedi. It would be worth a try. One more prod though. Just to see how much he would take.

"Can you guarantee my safety?"

Without hesitation Jareel replied, "No Governor, I can not. I will put my own life on the line to protect you, but I can not guarantee that someone will not kill me…and then get to you. I also can not guarantee that you will not step out in front of a speeder."

His answer was intended to be humorless, but Gorr laughed anyway. A harsh sound. "Yes, I suppose you are right. You can not protect me from myself or from accidents." Yes…he was clever and quick-witted. This could be interesting…or at least an amusing way to pass time. She snapped the fingers of a black gloved hand. At once an aide exited the opposite side and came around to open the door for her.

In his effort to be a gentleman, Jareel offered his hand. Gorr laughed haughtily but took the big hand. "Flattery doesn't impress me, Jedi."

"It was not intended to," Jareel replied calmly. "I was merely trying to be polite." He stood aside and waited for the petite slim woman to precede him. However, she grasped his arm instead. Without hesitation, Jareel accompanied her up the steps and into the building.

The two padawans had watched the exchange with interest. They traded a glance. Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows and Daven tried not to smirk. The pair followed Governor Gorr and Master Jareel into the governor's mansion.

Qui-Gon rebuked himself for feeling bored. It was better to be lying in the hospital healing than to be back on Jabbot he reminded himself. He turned on the monitor across the room to see what passed for video transmitted entertainment on this planet. A news summary caught his attention and he stopped on it to listen. Caught up in his duties as a Jedi, he only had a big view of events that had planet-wide, if not galaxy-wide implications. It was very seldom that he had the opportunity to find out on a more detailed level what happened on a specific planet.

The problems described by the news reporters were noteworthy to the Jedi and gave him some insight into the people and culture. Then something more interesting came on the monitor.

The voice-over announced, "Today Governor Tora Gorr of Alonia arrived in the capital of Loma. The governor stormed out of peace negotiations four days ago while threatening an attack on Loma for their crimes against her province. Tensions have been high, as Governor Blass has tried to hold off any action by Gorr. Jedi knights arrived as we reported two days ago. They seem to have been successful in getting Governor Gorr to reopen negotiations. As we see here, Gorr returned, accompanied by one of the Jedi, and the talks have resumed. We have reporters on the scene and will keep your up to date on the latest breaking news as it becomes available."

Well done Jareel. You got her back to the table. That's a good sign…a good start anyway. May the Force be with you, old friend.

"Must we have all these…people around?" Gorr looked over her shoulders and then around the room. "It's distracting. Are you trying to intimidate me, Blass?"

"Not at all, Governor," Blass replied somewhat nervously. "Just aides. Some of these people are your own aides," he pointed out.

"Can't they all go aid each other somewhere else? Can't you and I…and the Jedi," she smiled seductively at Jareel, "sit and talk as adults…without keepers?"

"Well…ah…" the governor was toying with a stylus as he struggled for a response.

"I have a suggestion," Jareel spoke up. "Governor Blass, your aides can meet with my apprentice to discuss the details of your peace plan. Governor Gorr, yours can meet with Obi-Wan. Then the three of us can speak of the generalities until we come to agreement. The apprentices will have good grasp of specific details and will better be able to summarize those and point out areas of disagreement to be worked on when we all come back together."

Gorr smiled that same evil, leering grin at the big Jedi. "You are intelligent…for a…big man. I like the idea. Away with you all," she waved her hand in a sweeping gesture.

Blass looked helplessly at Jareel and then his aides. Finally, he nodded in assent and all the onlookers left the room.

After the door closed, Governor Gorr leaned her elbow on the table and planted her pointed chin in the black gloved hand. "You know Blass, there is another way to bring our lands together. We could have one of those political marriages of convenience. The kind where two rulers marry to force peace between their people." Her tone was serious, but her black eyes sparkled merrily.

"Uh…ah," the slightly older man sputtered. "But…I'm…already married."

"I said it would be a marriage of convenience. You do what you want…and I'll do what I want. I like making new political friends," she smiled at Jareel.

The blonde Jedi knew he was going to have to exert some control. It was obvious Blass would not. He wondered how they had managed to talk before. The pale woman's games disturbed him none. After all, it was not the first time he had encountered a manipulative leader…a manipulative female leader.

"Governor Gorr, can you tell me about these charges of abuse and illegal invasion that you bring against Loma?"

Her face hardened. Whether it was because he had cut off her game or she was that upset with Loma, the Jedi couldn't tell.

"Loma claims to be peace loving. Treaties with all their neighbors…except Alonia. Us alone do they harass. We have done nothing to invite the harassment they deliver to us."

"That's not true!" Blass cried out. "We have neither invaded nor practiced any kind of abuse against your province."

Through clenched teeth, the small woman hissed, "Are you calling me a liar? That's why I walked out before…because of your almighty attitude and denial of the truth while accusing me of fabricating my charges."

The Loma executive tried to gain control. "I do not claim you are lying. I just think that...whoever has reported to you…has misunderstood…or exaggerated."

"Lied you mean!"

"Just a minute," Jareel interrupted. "This is getting us nowhere. Name calling and finger pointing are not what I am here for. Governor, you wanted us to sit and talk as adults. Why don't we do that?"

The smile was back. "Of course," she purred. "You are a reasonable man. I will talk to you…if I am not interrupted…again." She shot a look of complete hate at Blass who started to answer until the blonde Jedi held up one of his big hands. The governor conceded and kept quiet. Gorr smiled bigger at her apparent victory. "Now…I will tell you the truth," she spat out the word, "about Loma."

Jareel slowly drew in a deep breath. He needed to be centered and focused. It was obvious these talks were going to be painfully slow and filled with this type of bickering. This would be the hardest test of his skills he had faced yet. Gradually he expelled the breath as he again wondered how these two had managed to talk before…but then again, maybe they hadn't. The fact they had been in the same room communicating didn't signify that anything meaningful had transpired. For all he knew it may have been days filled with this same venom.

Qui-Gon was relaxed in a state somewhere between fully awake and light sleep. The door opened and he was instantly alert. A smile pulled up the corners of his mouth and crinkled his eyes.

"Hello Obi-Wan, Daven. Where's Jareel?"

Daven looked behind him and then out the door. "He's coming Master Qui-Gon. I guess we got a little ahead of him." The apprentice tried to be serious. "It sounds as if he had an…interesting day."

The big Jedi walked in and collapsed into a chair, which loudly protested the hulk that suddenly impacted it.

"After this is over, I'm going to go to a planet in the Outer Rim and open a cantina," Jareel said as he allowed his head to flop back against the chair. "Dealing with bounty hunters and other scum would be easier."

Qui-Gon had never seen his friend so frazzled by negotiations. He was concerned. "What happened? Is it really so bad?"

"It's worse than bad. An Isian cat toying with its prey. Governor Gorr is temptress one second and venomous enemy the next. Blass wants to run from her like prey would from its pursuer. His only defense is to lob quite weak repartees at her insults. A waste of time today was."

It sounded like political deadlock. Still, Qui-Gon couldn't resist a bit of tease at his friend. "Are you telling me you've finally found a situation you can't handle?"

Jareel lifted his head and gave the elder Jedi a severe look. "I didn't say that. I said it was bad…not that I couldn't handle it. I suppose there's no point in asking you how you are feeling. It's clear to me you are fine."

"Yes. Getting better. Perhaps you do need my help in those negotiations after all. I'm sure I'll be well enough soon to assist you."

His pale blue eyes dark, the big Jedi stared at Qui-Gon. "In your condition, Governor Gorr would rip you to shreds. You think what you endured on Jabbot was bad…"

The elder Jedi knew the exchange could continue indefinitely. He decided on another tack. "You cut quite a dashing figure on camera." He winked quickly at the two padawans who suddenly perked up in interest.

"Eh…what's that?"

"I saw you on the news today…escorting the Isian cat into the capital building. She seemed quite…attached to you."

Obi-Wan's eyes twinkled. Daven put a hand over his mouth. This whole situation was helping him find his sense of humor all over again.

"Yes," Jareel replied. "That's the same cat who could cut you to ribbons with her claws. You are not nearly well enough to tangle with her." It was clear that the big man was serious as much as he was trying to fight back against Qui-Gon's teasing.

"So, do you think there is hope?"

"I can't say at this juncture. If Gorr will quit playing her games, yes. Obi-Wan and Daven have met with aides of each governor. It seems there is enough basis for agreement that something probably could be worked out. I just don't know how long it will take to tire Her Majesty out and get down to business. I think that she probably tested Blass during their initial talks and when she found him…lacking, that's probably when she knew she could easily walk out. Now…I think it is I who is being tested. I'm used to the political maneuvering that usually accompanies such negotiations…but she is taking it to a new level. To her it seems to extend to all areas of her life…personal as well. She continually tries to bring the talks down to a…too personal level."

"Is that what you meant when you said you thought she was flirting with you?" Obi-Wan asked in complete sincerity.

Qui-Gon burst into laughter, which he immediately regretted. He took a short breath and then just let out a throaty chuckle.

Jareel eyed his friend until he was sure he was all right. Then he turned his dark eyes on the apprentice. "As long as your master is incapable of disciplining you, I am authorized to do so as a Jedi master."

The sentence was stated in such a way that no one in the room, except Jareel, knew it he was serious or not. The big Jedi usually wasn't so flustered by political games and manipulations…but he was exhausted from his day. The old Jareel probably would have found some way to laugh it off, but the new focused Jareel was already thinking ahead to how would he resolve this stalemate?

"I think you need some rest," Qui-Gon observed. "I'm fine. Why don't you go along? I think with all this game playing going on, you need to be spending your time getting ready for tomorrow."

"Ah…the one in the hospital advising me on how to take care of myself. I think I will retire. I need the quiet time to meditate and think. Young ones, stay if you'd like. I believe I will walk back. It's not so far. The exercise will do me good. Good night Qui-Gon. Glad you are feeling better."

The elder Jedi watched his friend in concern as he walked out. "This must really be difficult. I don't think I've seen him quite like that."

The two padawans then told Qui-Gon about what they had observed of Gorr…and the small amount of details Jareel had told them. He began to get some idea of what Jareel was facing. A bureaucrat who seemed to think she had all the time in the galaxy and was using it for her machinations…and using it against anyone who was trying to assist the mediations in going forward. Difficult yes…but he was sure Jareel could handle it…if he was prepared. Qui-Gon was glad his friend had left early and was going to meditate.

The following morning Jareel and the padawans came by to visit Qui-Gon shortly. The big blonde man knew he'd been too self-focused the previous evening and wanted to see how his friend really was. He was happy to be able to speak with the doctor and get an accurate report instead of what he was sure was Qui-Gon's overly optimistic appraisal. The details from the doctor were assuring. The Jedi master was healing satisfactorily. There was still much recuperation to be done however, in spite of Qui-Gon's confidence that he would be out in time to help with the negotiations. As Jareel suspected, his friend's certainty was of his own making, not anything the doctor had told him.

For his part, Qui-Gon was glad to see Jareel. The big man was much more relaxed and calm this morning. The elder Jedi knew that was in Jareel's reach and was happy to see he had achieved it. Certainly as focused as the blonde Jedi had become since Charon, he could keep the hold on the Force he would need to see him through this.

The group didn't stay long and was soon off to a new round of negotiations. Qui-Gon got himself settled and turned on the monitor to see if there was any news reports on at the moment. Now that he had the inside story, he was most interested in what the people of Loma were being told…or actually, what the governor was telling the media. The Jedi master fully expected the reports to show Blass in a very favorable light. And he didn't expect the governor would allow any stories out about how Gorr was making him seem like a frightened child.

He found a news program and adjusted the volume so he could hear well. It should be most entertaining.

"Reporting from the capital building, we have news of a promising meeting between the two governors yesterday. Sources close to Blass say that there was a very amiable discussion and many points were covered. The Jedi ambassador has helped facilitate in areas where there are still disagreements. However, here at the building where the historic talks are taking place, there is optimism of a quick and peaceful settlement of differences."

Qui-Gon had to admit that he was shocked. Yes, he had expected an exaggerated report…but this was pure fantasy. It was one thing to try to make the governor look good, but to give the people such false hope that the threatened war was practically non-existent now…. That was too much. The Jedi had to admit it made him angry.

"I can tell by looking at your face that you hold the same opinion of that…pack of lies that I do."

Qui-Gon quickly looked toward the door. How had someone come in without him knowing? Had he been so deep in his thoughts that he had been this unaware of what was going on around him…or was it the medication they were giving him? He didn't like that stuff. Dulled his senses too much…and made his mind wander. He pulled his attention back to the man just inside the door. A medium height man…about middle age, slightly greying brown hair, average looking.

"I hope I didn't startle you…or intrude. My name is Mons Marinarus…but please call me Mons. I am an aide to Governor Tora Gorr." He extended a hand as he walked toward the bed.

Qui-Gon shook the hand. "Qui-Gon Jinn. You must know I am a Jedi. I can't imagine why else you would walk into a stranger's hospital room with such a statement."

Marinarus smiled. "Yes. A strange way to introduce myself…and my reason for being here. I apologize. I trust you are doing well?"

"Yes…so the doctor assures me." Qui-Gon was on guard, especially after all he had heard of Gorr.

"You seem…untrusting. I suppose I can't expect anything different. You know nothing of me. Are you…well enough to talk?"

"Yes. Please have a seat."

Marinarus sat down. "I hope you don't think ill of me for by-passing your colleagues and coming directly to you…especially with you in the hospital. However, I only hope to expedite what is going on…or rather what is not going on at the capital building. I know that most people seem to think we want war, but I assure you that isn't true. However, Governor Gorr has dealt with other leaders who seem to think because she is female and small that she is weak. That is the reason for her…peculiar personality. If she were to admit to not wanting war after all the years of our people being such fierce warriors, the governor is afraid it will be looked on as a weakness. The only way we feel we can get anyone to hear our true feelings on this is to meet with someone away from the Lomans."

"That is what you came to me for?"

"Yes. I apologize for coming to you on your sickbed…behind the backs of the other Jedi, but…there is much unrest and distrust. Governor Gorr thinks that only someone from off-planet, with no vested interests, will understand us."

"It's quite all right," Qui-Gon assured him. "I have already made much improvement. I am up to the task. Where will we be going for these talks?"

"Ah…you don't think we should just do it here? I don't want to…"

But the Jedi cut off his reply. "This will not be a good place. There are too many interruptions…nurses and such. Besides, it is not very…secure, if you are anxious to keep this meeting quiet. I am able to leave the hospital."

"Are you certain? I would not want to interfere with your recovery."

"All I am doing is lying here and resting. How strenuous can sitting and talking be? I assure you, it will not be a problem," the Jedi insisted.

"Mr. Jinn, this isn't a good idea," Dr. Groshar said. "You are much improved, but you still need care…and rest."

"I understand your concern Doctor. However, this is important. I would not go against your advice otherwise. I'll take it easy and I think I can look after myself." Hoping to hold off any more argument, Qui-Gon tried one other assurance. "If I find myself in need of assistance, I will go to a doctor or come back here."

The physician studied the determined Jedi as he gingerly finished dressing. "All I can do is advise you. I can't stop you…if this is what you really want to do. But I do ask you to be careful. Listen to your body. Don't overdo it. If you do need care, please go to a doctor. And…you'll need to sign a release that you are leaving against medical advice."

"Of course. I assure you I will be careful."

"All right…" his voice trailed off. "I'll get a nurse to take you to the door and bring the form for you to sign." The doctor turned to leave. As soon as he was out the door, Marinarus was on his way in.

"I don't think he's very happy."

"He doesn't understand Jedi. Now that I have gotten my strength back, I can help myself heal. It will be all right. Where will we be going?"

"My assistants and I have rented a hotel room with conference facility. It is outside the city…in one of the suburbs. I thought that might be a lower profile for us. Ah…are you going to tell the other Jedi were you are? Won't they worry when they find out you aren't here? That will alert them to what we are doing."

"I can notify them later…and they will keep it to themselves. I'm sure they are in conference now and it would be hard to get through to them at the moment. I'd prefer to get these talks started. It sounds as if Jareel was having a hard time with the governors yesterday. If what we are doing will facilitate that, I'd like to get to it as soon as we can. There's plenty of time before the end of the day to let them know."

A nurse came in with a form for the Jedi to sign and a chair to take him to the door. On the way out, she lectured him on what he should and should not do and on what signs he should watch for to indicate he should seek medical attention. Qui-Gon was most patient through her lecture.

Marinarus said, "I've sent for my transport. It will be here shortly."

The nurse left the pair sitting in a lounge near the door to wait. Qui-Gon settled himself and suddenly felt anxious…but he didn't know why. Something was wrong. He reached out to the feeling to see if he could sense more about it. Then it was gone. It was puzzling, but he shrugged it off…still wondering if the medication they were giving him in the hospital was affecting him.

Back at the capital building, the trio of Jedi had taken up where they had left off the previous day. Daven and Obi-Wan were meeting elsewhere with aides for talks. Jareel and the two governors were secluded in a room to themselves.

"Governor Blass," the big Jedi said, "You deny the allegations of Alonia…but you do not seem to want to offer any evidence that will support what you say. I don't question your integrity. But…if the governor will be assured by such proof, I fail to see why you will not offer it…unless what she says is true."

"No! Of course it isn't," he huffed. "You do not ask her for proof that her army has not invaded our land."

"I have not asked because you have not brought it up before now." Jareel settled back in his chair and took a deep breath. "Do you charge Alonia with invading Loma?"

Gorr had been standing at a window looking out as she puffed on one of her long dark cigarettes. The aroma was intense and often sent Blass into coughing fits. The pale woman's only concession was to stand near the window while she smoked. However, at this new allegation, she turned and walked over to the table. This brought her up behind Jareel. With a crooked grin, she placed her hand lightly on his shoulder as she came up next to him and faced Blass.

"Do you accuse us of this?" she asked calmly.

To try to separate himself from Gorr as unobtrusively as he could, the big Jedi slowly stood and began to leisurely pace. As he arose, she had allowed her hand to slide down his broad muscular back…and she hummed in appreciation. Jareel took a deep breath.

"Governor Blass?" he prompted.

The man opened his mouth to reply, but no words ever came out. The floor began to move beneath their feet. It began as only a quiver but quickly increased and all three were thrown to the floor.

"Quake!" Gorr shouted as she tried to crawl to the door.

The floor seemed to move in rippling waves now. Objects fell from shelves and off the walls. A loud noise sounded in their ears. The ceiling began to let go and chunks fell on them. Jareel shoved Gorr under the massive wooden table they had been sitting around. He tried to crawl on the undulating floor to reach Blass.

The air was filled with dust, a noisy continuous roar…and alarmed screams. And the building continued to rock. The Jedi still kept trying to get to Blass as debris showered him. Then a large hunk of rubble fell on him and flattened him. Jareel lay still…as still as he could on the moving floor. He didn't think he was injured badly, but it had knocked the wind out of him. As he tried to gain air so he could try again to get to the other governor, suddenly the shaking stopped.

All three were silent for a moment as if in disbelief that it was really over. At once, Gorr and Blass were stumbling through the wreckage to get to Jareel. Together they were able to push the debris from the Jedi.

"Are you all right?" Gorr asked in true concern.

He looked up into wide dark eyes. The pale woman had a few cuts on her face, but under the large table, she had escaped worse injury.

"Yes," he groaned as he got to his hands and knees. He was in pain, but it wasn't too bad. Jareel was able to get up and move around. That was good enough for him. He knew many people would need help, so he didn't want to be a burden if he were truly all right. Debris shaken loose by the tremor continued to rain down in spurts. The Jedi looked up at the ceiling and wondered if it would hold until they got out. He had to look away quickly because of the fragments still falling. "Are you all right Governor Gorr?"

"I'm fine…mostly just frightened," she admitted.

"Governor Blass?" Jareel turned and saw the blood splattered suit of the governor of Loma. The man seemed a little unsteady. Jareel reached out a hand. "Are you all right?"

"Yes. I'm fine. A little damaged…but I'll be all right."

There was banging at the door. The big Jedi looked over and saw that a support beam that had come through the ceiling was blocking it.

"Are you all right in there!" a voice yelled from the hallway.

"Yes," Jareel yelled and regretted it. He started picking his way through the debris lying around the room. The big man surveyed the broken beam. It would not be a problem to lift it…but he was injured. He pushed that thought away. It couldn't be serious. He wrapped his big hands around one end of the beam and easily lifted it. Then he rotated it away from the door and dropped it. He put a hand to his back.

"Are you all right?" Gorr asked.

"I'm fine. Let's get out of here in case there's an aftershock. We need to help. I'm sure a tremor that strong did some severe damage." He grasped the door handle and pulled…and pulled again. The door gave way. Between his pulling and the pushing from outside, they were able to move the door against the scattered debris and the twisted frame.

Jareel took Gorr by the arm and gently pushed her out the door. He turned in time to see Blass lean against a wall. The big man walked over to him. "You don't look so good. Just how badly are you hurt?"

"I'm fine…really."

Jareel grasped his arm and helped him to the door. "Governor Blass is injured. I don't know how badly." Several hands extended to help him. Then the big Jedi squeezed his bulk though the partially opened door.

The corridor was a mess as well. People were hurrying…as fast as they could hurry through the debris and partially collapsed ceiling…to get out of the building.

"Do you know how badly the building was damaged?" Jareel asked someone in the corridor who seemed to be just standing about.

"No, not yet. I've just been trying to get people out."

"Do you know where the governors' aides were?"

"In the conference rooms at each end of the building." He raised both arms and pointed in opposite directions.

"Show me."

The man tried to dig his way through. Jareel's strength was serving him well right now as they progressed slowly. However, each strain reminded him of the debris that had fallen on him. But as long as he was able to keep going, he would. Their progress was slowed even more by the flow of people who had been trapped by the debris the big Jedi moved, and now they were taking advantage of the new freedom. The blonde Jedi stood to the side and allowed the people out even though he was very concerned about the padawans and the governors' aides. Every time a noise would sound, everyone would freeze and look around…sure another tremor was about to begin. Jareel himself, even though mostly calm, would feel a surge at each sound.

The building was making all sorts of creaking and settling noises. It was an upsetting feeling. The Jedi looked around and wondered how sound the structure could possibly be after such a strong shaking. Would the roof come down around their heads? He idly wondered how old the building was. The big man was trying to keep his attention on the chore at hand, but it was difficult when every perceived movement was interpreted as another quake and every sound might mean an aftershock.

"There," the man pointed at a door.

So close now Jareel redoubled his efforts, pushing away his pain. "Hello! Can you hear me?" He shuffled through the mess, pushing objects and kicking others. A cough rattled his body…which reminded him of the pain in his back. The Jedi attributed it to the dust in the air. That must also be what was causing him to seem a little short of breath.

"Master!" Daven's muffled voice called out.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes. I'm a little cut up and bruised. The aides need attention though."

"Hang on. Almost there."

Finally, he got the last large obstacle out of the way. The door was partially opened. The big man put his shoulder to it and it gave way. He pushed his way in. His apprentice was just inside.

"Daven," Jareel pulled the padawan to him and looked him over. As Daven had said, he was cut up and bruised.

"I'm all right Master. Really. They need help more than I do." He walked over to where a woman was tending a man lying on the floor. A bone extended from a bloody opening in the flesh of his leg. Nearby a man leaned against the wall, blood flowing from a gash on his head.

Jareel turned back to Daven. "You sure you're all right?"

"Yes Master. I was over here when it happened. They were near the window…where the wall collapsed. That's how they were injured."

"All right. Can you help here until rescue personnel arrive? See if you are able to get that man away from the wall. It seems unstable. If an aftershock hits, it may collapse on him. I have to go see about Governor Blass' aides…and Obi-Wan."

Daven's dark eyes seem to get even darker. "Let me know as soon as you find out please."

Jareel gave his padawan's shoulder a squeeze and turned to go. "Is the other conference room exactly opposite the building from this one?"

"Yes," the man answered from his position, trying to assist the woman tending the man with the broken leg. "Can you find it or do you need me?"

"Stay and help. I'll find it."

The big man tried to hurry, but it was hard to hurry through the mess. Like running an obstacle course. He waved a hand before his face to drive away some of the dust. The blasted stuff was causing him to hack, and that caused his back to ache. It was hard to breathe in the dusty atmosphere. Jareel always deferred to frightened people who were trying to get out of the wrecked building. A Jedi's duty is to serve others first.

A tremor rumbled through the floor and Jareel feared that the aftershock would be sizable, considering the intensity of the first quake. He threw himself to the floor and covered his head. The floor shook violently for only seconds and it was over. But it caused a new debris fall. The Jedi lay still for a minute to make sure nothing was about to fall near him. Then he cautiously raised his head and looked around as if he wasn't sure it was over. It seemed to be however. He tried to hurry to his feet, but his back reminded him of the impact it had taken and he slowed himself.

Jareel fought his way back through the mess, hacking and complaining about the air and his back. It occurred to him that he felt some pain in his chest as well. But it still wasn't bad. He would keep going if he could. There were others injured much worse. Finally, he made it back to the conference room where he had met with the governors. Thankfully some of the debris blocking passage to the opposite end had been moved. The big man began picking his way along. Then he reached the end of the cleared section and began trying to dig through.

"Hey!" a voice called from behind him.

"What is it?" the Jedi hacked out.

"You may as well forget it. That end of the building is completely collapsed. The people we've pulled out of the near end were severely injured. I doubt anyone down there is still alive."

Jareel felt his heart begin racing with those words. Obi-Wan! He began pulling at debris in earnest now. "If someone still is alive, they most certainly need help," Jareel replied. Then he looked over his shoulder. "Are you going to help me or not?"

The man stood, surveyed the mess, and seemed thoughtful. Then he hurried over. The two began flinging debris aside and helping each other move the larger pieces. Some time during their struggle, another man appeared and began helping. No one said a word. They coughed at the dust that was stirred up. Each one of them had fine white powder covering them. Now and again they would have to stop for a breath, to let the dust settle enough not to choke them…and in Jareel's case, to have a short break from his pain. The pain did seem to be worsening. It was getting harder to breath. He cursed the particles in the air that invaded his nose and throat. The coughing from that must be what was making him hurt worse…aggravating whatever the debris had done.

Finally the door at the end of the hallway was visible…or all that remained of the frame. Only two were left to dig now as the third man began checking other rooms along the corridor.

"Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan!" No answer. No sound at all.

Jareel reached out to see if he could sense anything at all. He thought he could detect some breathing sounds. The hope that brought increased his fervor to dig through the debris…but his back wouldn't let him work as hard as he wanted. The man working with him seemed to be fueled by Jareel's zeal and he worked harder too. The harder the Jedi worked, the more problem he had with coughing. He had to take breaks because he seemed to be short of breath. Must be getting tired from all the exertion he told himself.

Finally, they were able to crawl through and into the collapsed room. Jareel looked around. All he could see was broken building material lying around. He began digging at a pile, wondering if it covered something. His companion helped. They could see brown hair and began to work harder. The man saw a hand and grabbed it, feeling for pulse. His face fell and he gently laid the hand down.

"Dead," he mumbled.

The big Jedi frantically started throwing the mess aside. A new round of hacking threatened to overtake him. He put one hand to the pain in his back and one to the pain in his chest.

"You all right?"

"Yeah…I'm fine," he wheezed. "Just a little bruised. This blasted dust making me cough is just irritating it."

The man stared at him doubtfully but the big Jedi starting digging again. At last, he uncovered the head. It was one of Blass' aides. At once Jareel was filled with relief…and then guilt. Someone had died…and all he could think was he was glad it wasn't Obi-Wan. The moment was shattered though when his companion called out.

"Hey, come here and help. I think this one's still alive."

Jareel made his way through the wreckage as fast as he was able to. He almost cried out in relief when he recognized the Jedi robe…remembering the man said this one was still alive. He threw debris aside frantically. Long ago his hands had begun to bleed from all the jagged edges he'd gripped in digging through the ruins, but he didn't care right now. He had to find out…

The big man threw aside a piece of debris as he coughed…and then saw the face of Obi-Wan Kenobi beneath. He immediately reached down to find the carotid pulse. It was there! Weak…but it was there. He almost cried in relief.

"He is alive…but his pulse is weak. We need help. Go see if any rescue units have arrived yet."

The man was up and away without any more prompting. Jareel continued to dig the debris off the apprentice who softly moaned. The blonde Jedi leaned forward. "Obi-Wan?" All he got in answer was another moan. He took up the task again. A huge hunk of stone…probably from the outer wall lay on one leg. The big man's strength made it easy for him to move the rubble, but the pain and shortness of breath hindered him. With a groan, he moved the stone. Pain shot through him. He stopped for a moment. Now he noticed how shallow and fast his breathing had become. Jareel told himself it was just the dust clogging his lungs…but somehow he knew it was more than that. He couldn't be concerned with it at the moment. He had to find out about Obi-Wan. He knelt down next to the apprentice. Obi-Wan lay on his stomach. The leg that was trapped was bent at a strange angle.

Jareel finished clearing the debris. Then he settled down next to the apprentice. He placed a big hand on his back and could feel pain transmitted to him. Jareel had no idea of the extent of Obi-Wan's injuries…and knew better than to move him. All he could do for the moment was sit by and wait. As he tried to take a deep breath, hoping to hold off further hacking, he cried out at the sharp pain the breath caused. Perhaps his injury was worse than he had guessed. Just see to Obi-Wan. Once he is taken care of, then you can see to yourself.

He debated whether to let Daven know he'd found his friend. Daven was needed to help where he was. The blonde Jedi was afraid his apprentice would want to come to Obi-Wan. Then he rebuked himself. He knew Daven better than that.

Daven.

The padawan could feel the tension and anxiety that his master felt. Fear threatened to take him. Master?

I found Obi-Wan. He is alive…but seriously injured. There was no response. Daven?

I'm all right…I guess. I need to stay here and help. Please…let me know….

As soon as I know.

This was one of the most strenuous tests of patience Jareel had endured. Ironic how the hardest tests of patience he remembered always revolved around the well being of someone he cared about. He had no idea how long he'd been waiting, but his concern grew as he kept check on Obi-Wan's pulse. The big man's hacking was more frequent and Jareel was having much difficulty breathing.

What am I going to tell Qui-Gon? How can I tell him? He's just recovering from that horrible ordeal…and now this…. How well is he going to handle it? I feel awful about this. I had taken responsibility for the apprentice while his master was in the hospital. I know I couldn't have foreseen this, but still…I said I'd look after him…. Oh Obi-Wan…I'm so sorry. I did have a bad feeling before. If I'd been more mindful, maybe I might have been able to sense something more…maybe kept you from being hurt. Thought you had become more focused Jareel. But now is not the time for this. Think of Obi-Wan…and Qui-Gon, not yourself.

Finally in the late afternoon sun pouring in through the damaged wall, Jareel could see rescue personnel picking their way down the corridor. When they entered what was left of the conference room, Jareel immediately got out of the way.

"You all right?" one of the men asked as the other one knelt next to Obi-Wan.

"Fine," he coughed. A pained look crossed his face.

"You sure? Let me have a look."

"I'm fine. Really. He needs your help much more." The big man tried to hold in the next cough.

The two men began checking over Obi-Wan. One stabilized his neck while the other worked on the broken right leg. Jareel could see the bone protruding from his leg. He watched in great concern to see what else they would do. By now he was panting for breath and coughing constantly.

"Just the dust," he assured the pair as he waved his hands before his face.

One of them studied the big man doubtfully. He would keep an eye on him. Earlier he had noticed the look of pain as Jareel put a hand to his chest.

An air splint was applied to Obi-Wan's left arm. The two men logrolled the apprentice onto a backboard. Then they continued their examination on his chest and abdomen. Jareel listened to the exchange between the paramedics…but had to admit he wasn't certain how serious this was based on what he was hearing. It was frustrating. Jareel had tried not to interfere in their efforts in any way during all this. Finally, he could endure no more. Waiting for a moment when he thought he wouldn't hack he blurted out, "Is he going to…make it?"

Both men looked up at him. One forced a smile. "We're doing all we can to try to see that he does."

The big man's heart fell at the answer. He knew an evasive answer when he heard it. Quietly he asked, "Will you be taking him to the Loma Medical Center?" That was the hospital Qui-Gon was in…and nearby.

They looked at him in surprise. "Haven't you heard? That hospital was flattened in the quake."

"What!"

"It was completely destroyed. So far, they have found no survivors. They have routed all emergency traffic to the other hospital and medical centers in the surrounding cities."

Jareel blanched at the report and almost fell over as his world spun for a few seconds.

"Are you all right?" one of the men hurried to his side.

"I'm fine," he said absently. Without even thinking about what he was saying he added, "My best friend was in that hospital." He tried to draw in a deep breath to fight the lightheaded feeling that was overtaking him. Pain shot through him again and he began to hack. Between Obi-Wan's condition, the ache, lack of sufficient air, and the shock of the news about the hospital, Jareel could feel his knees begin to give way.

The paramedic had seen the Jedi's face pale. He knew he couldn't catch him, but maybe he could slow his fall. It was a rough trip down for them both. "Where do you hurt?" he asked. Jareel almost couldn't comprehend the question. Qui-Gon…Obi-Wan…

The big Jedi was lying on a gurney in the corridor with cannulae at his nostrils delivering oxygen. He was still having difficulty breathing, but the oxygen did help. Around him, it seemed a madhouse. Yet, there was order to the chaos. A doctor was coming down the gurney-lined hallway performing triage. A nurse accompanied him, noting the order of treatment and preliminary diagnosis. There was a constant background din…loud talking, orders yelled up and down the hallway, gurneys being moved, patients moaning and crying out in pain, people hurrying along the corridor, equipment being moved through the passageway, sirens outside. Occasionally the triage doctor would have to yell his instructions over the racket.

At the other end of the corridor, a nurse was attempting to give a canned answer to all the people who were trying to jam into the emergency area looking for friends and relatives. The destruction of the big hospital in the capital city had caused the surrounding smaller bergs to be flooded above their capacity. Patients with certain injuries were being treated and released…injuries they normally would have been kept longer for. There was just not enough room for all the hurt people however. So, the lesser injuries were treated, patients advised by a doctor how to care for themselves, what to watch for to indicate more medical attention may be needed…and then sent home. Not the way they wanted to practice medicine, but the circumstances allowed no other answer.

A nurse who was keeping up with which treatment rooms were available and the order of treatment for the waiting patients called to an orderly. "He's next. This way."

Jareel had had his eyes closed as he tried to rest in the Force. He felt the gurney move and opened his eyes. Suddenly he became more aware of the noise and seeming confusion. Then it began to die off as he was rolled away.

The short wait for a doctor seemed much longer to the suffering Jedi. A short grey haired man with glasses that seemed much too big for his face hurried in. "Mr. Noraan, right?" Jareel only nodded. Just as he began to read over the triage notes, the floor began to quiver and shake. The blonde Jedi's first instinct was to get off the gurney which was beginning to roll around. The doctor and nurse were trying to steady it. Then suddenly the movement stopped…but dust and small debris showered down on them.

"Whew…glad it was only a small aftershock," the doctor said. "Why don't you get a clean covering over him?" he said to the nurse as he turned back to the notes. Then the nurse replaced the sheet and tried to wipe some of the dust from Jareel's face.

"Let's have a look." The little doctor rattled off questions as quickly as the big man could answer them while he poked and prodded.

"You say the initial pain started because of debris that landed on your back?"

"Yes."

"Which side of your back is the pain on? Upper or lower?"

"The upper left."

The doctor and a nurse rolled the Jedi on his right side. He palpated the area. The physician knew he'd found the spot when Jareel flinched and groaned. He concentrated on the area, exploring it as gently as he could…but intently enough to bear out his suspicion. "I think you have a fractured rib here. The pain, coughing, and shortness of breath, were they present right away?"

"No," Jareel said as he tried not to breathe too deeply. "Only the pain. The coughing and shortness of breath came later…after I'd been helping dig out victims."

"Ah. It progressively got worse?"

"Yes. I thought at first it was just from the dust in the air."

"So, you didn't realize you were injured…and continued to work." They gently rolled him onto his back. The doctor listened to Jareel's breathing with his stethoscope. He scratched on the big man's chest as he listened carefully to the reverberation the scratching would make.

As he finished his exam, the short man took a step back and folded his arms over his chest. "The rib must have punctured your lung as you continued to exert yourself. It seems to be a closed pneumothorax. I'd like to confirm it with an x-ray, but we have severe injuries lined up almost out the door for x-ray. I'm going to treat you for what I suspect. I feel certain about it."

The Jedi decided the doctor certainly must know what he was talking about and he had no qualms about being treated without the x-ray…especially if there were others worse than him who needed more immediate attention.

As the nurse prepared, the grey haired man removed his glasses and explained. "I'm going to insert a needle into your chest to withdraw the air. That will allow the lung to reinflate. We'll watch you awhile to make sure that you are improving. If this does the trick, we're going to release you. We need the room. Since it does seem to be a closed pneumothorax, if you just take it easy and not exert yourself the next few days, you'll be fine. But…if the symptoms return, you should too. All right?" The big Jedi nodded his head. "Let's begin."

In a short while, Jareel found himself back in the corridor, waiting. He found it easier to breathe now. That was a great relief. Feeling like he were fighting for breath…and each breath bringing pain was disconcerting. And it was hard to even focus on the Force…because he was used to using deep breathing in concert with that.

Now that he was beginning to feel better, thoughts flooded his mind. He remembered the paramedic's report that the capital city hospital had been destroyed. Destroyed…. So far, no survivors found. Qui-Gon…. And Obi-Wan! He didn't yet know how Obi-Wan was…if he'd even made it. He looked around for a nurse.

A young petite nurse saw sudden movement from the still man and hurried over thinking something was wrong.

"Are you all right sir?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Can you tell me something please? Another Jedi was brought here when I was…Obi-Wan Kenobi. Can you tell me how he is?" His tone was almost pleading…but he was desperate to know.

"Just calm yourself. If you'll do that, I'll see what I can find out. It might take a few minutes. Things are still busy as you can see. I can't leave this area. I'm supposed to be observing patients. But I will try to find out. How are you doing? Beginning to feel better?"

"Yes, much better."

"Dr. Hoch will have another look at you when he is able. You just relax and take it easy, all right," she smiled.

"Yes," Jareel said…and then he was left alone with his thoughts. Qui-Gon couldn't be dead…he just couldn't be. He was just rescued from senseless torture at the hands of those maniacs…to die while being treated for his injuries? No…he couldn't accept it. Wouldn't accept it until he found out more. No survivors found so far…so far. The search wasn't over yet. There was still hope…slim he had to admit…but there was hope.

And Obi-Wan. His pale lifeless looking body, crushed and battered. The sight haunted him. Jareel closed his eyes but that did not make the image go away. It was too firmly implanted in his mind. And the chatter of the paramedics replayed through his head. And…if Obi-Wan survived…if…. How could Jareel tell him about…his master?

The big man opened his eyes and shook his head a little. Don't do this Jareel. You don't know if Qui-Gon is…. And you don't know how Obi-Wan is. You can't torture yourself with unknowns. Besides, you should be comforting yourself right now. You should have been using this time to meditate, not worry. It's so hard though…. It's so hard. My best friend…and his padawan. Daven's best friend. Daven…I hope you got out of that building all right.

Then a familiar voice called out, "Master!" Jareel was certain he was hearing what he wanted to hear. But no…it was real. His apprentice hurried up to the gurney and took one of Jareel's big hands. "Are you all right? What's wrong? They couldn't tell me anything, but said I could look to see if you were here in the corridor." He looked around. "I've never seen anything like this." The apprentice realized he was babbling…out of confusion, exhaustion…and relief. "What's wrong with you Master?"

"I got hurt by some falling debris in the quake. It fractured a rib, but I didn't know it. I had pain…but it wasn't bad…I had no idea. Anyway…all that work I did moving debris caused the rib to puncture my lung."

"Is it serious?"

"No," Jareel smiled a little. "I've already been treated. I'm waiting for the doctor to check me out. It is a madhouse Daven. They have so many people waiting for attention that the doctor treated me without x-ray. I don't know how they are managing. That's why they couldn't tell you anything. There are people lying here suffering…but there just aren't enough people to help." Because of his strong connection with the living Force, the Jedi had felt the great pain around him as he lay there surrounded by injured people. It was almost overwhelming. He closed his eyes and took a short breath. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Should have better control of myself. It's hard right now…with…"

Daven looked at him with compassion and understanding. Quietly he said, "Obi-Wan?"

"I don't know yet. I've asked…but I haven't found out anything yet."

"Excuse me," a nurse interrupted. "We're going to take you back for Dr. Hoch to have another look."

"I'll be in the waiting room Master."

The short physician was satisfied with Jareel's improvement. "Remember what I told you about not exerting yourself. I'm sure your help was appreciated…and a big man like you is probably needed, but you'll just make yourself worse. And don't hesitate to come back if the symptoms return. I'll get somebody to take you to the door…"

"Wait. I can't leave yet. I have to find out about someone else. He was in bad shape. I have to know…"

"What is his name? I'll try to find out for you."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi. Dr. Hoch, have you heard anything…about the hospital in the capital? Do you know…if any survivors have been found?"

"Did you know someone there too? No, I can't tell you anything. I know it was damaged quite severely, but that's all I know. Let me get someone to get you to the waiting area and I'll try to find out something about Mr. Kenobi."

Jareel sat in the waiting room, Daven at his feet. He insisted his master take his chair and he sat on the floor in the standing-room-only waiting area. The padawan was encouraged to know his master was all right, but a heavy air still hung over them because of the unknown fate of their friends. Although the area was filled above capacity with people waiting for news, it was amazingly quiet. Each one was in his or her own world of uncertainty and anxiety. Occasionally whispers buzzed between people waiting together and chairs squeaked as others shifted in impatience. Other than that, no one talked. No one looked at others. People shuffled in and out, tired of just sitting and waiting.

A monitor was on in the corner but it was unwatched. All that was on was news coverage of the tremor and its effect. No one wanted to be reminded. Jareel's eyes passed over it and recognized the structure currently on screen. He walked over and turned up the volume just enough to be heard.

"…hospital was damaged extensively as shown in this view taken earlier in the day. Most of the injured have had to be taken to facilities outside the capital. The search continues, but so far, only lifeless bodies have been found. Hope is rapidly being lost of finding anyone alive in the rubble. Now a report from the capital building where Governor Blass was injured in the tremor. We have been notified that his injuries are not serious…"

The Jedi turned the volume down and turned back to the seat that Daven was saving for him. As he settled into it he heard, "Mr. Noraan." The big man looked up to see Dr. Hoch. He said nothing but just waited.

"I found out about Mr. Kenobi. His injuries were serious."

"Is he…alive? Will he be all right?

"Yes he is alive."

Jareel let out a sigh and fell back in the chair…which he immediately regretted.

"Are you all right?"

The big man only nodded. "Tell me about Obi-Wan."

"He has multiple fractures to his right leg and left arm. Surgery has been performed to repair them."

Jareel didn't realize he was holding his breath until he suddenly gasped. "Is he going to be all right?"

"Our biggest concern now is infection with an open wound like that…but he should be all right."

The big man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt someone take his hand and opened his eyes to look into Daven's dark eyes. Jareel put a big hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed.

"He's going to be recovering for some time. You can go in to see him for just a minute. He's out though…and probably will be for awhile." As Jareel slowly stood Dr. Hoch said, "As soon as you see him, I'd like to see you go and get some rest."

Jareel nodded. Then he and Daven followed the doctor.

The two Jedi walked into the small glassed in cubicle. The site was not one they were prepared for. Obi-Wan's right arm had a metal rod running along it. An external fixation device for the fractures. His left leg was in traction because of the fractured femur. He was connected to several monitors and had oxygen flowing into his nose through the cannulae beneath his nostrils. He was pale looking. If it wasn't for the rise and fall of his chest, Jareel would have thought him dead…so still and wan looking was he. The environment brought back too many memories to the Jedi…of Charon.

Jareel rejected those thoughts though and concentrated on the apprentice before him. He took Obi-Wan's right hand and held onto it. Daven stood close to his master and put his hand on top of Jareel's and Obi-Wan's. No words passed between them, but their shared feelings flowed through their link. The big man tried to comfort himself…and Daven with the thought that at least they knew Obi-Wan was going to be all right…in spite of what he looked like at the moment.

A soft voice announced, "I'm sorry but you're going to have to go now." The big blonde Jedi turned to look at the nurse and nodded his head.

The two Jedi didn't know where to go after they left the hospital. They were not familiar with the city and didn't know what buildings were still standing. Where to go to find shelter for the night?

"I suppose we can sleep on any flat surface," Jareel said.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" the padawan asked. "Shouldn't you be careful where you sleep…because of your injury. Sleeping on the ground doesn't sound like it would be good for the fracture. Wouldn't that just press it into your lung again?"

"That could happen wherever we sleep."

"But…if the surface were cushioned…"

The big man held up his hands in surrender. "All right Daven. You win. But where do we go?"

The question was actually answered easier than they expected. Being away from the capital…and the epicenter of the tremor, the damage was not as great here. There were several large buildings…meeting facilities, gymnasiums, schools that were not damaged…or only slightly. These had been opened as shelters for those whose dwellings had been destroyed. Some people didn't want to take a chance though and opted to sleep out in the open. The apprentice was going to make sure his master didn't though. In his judgement, it was too cool. Daven knew he was being overly protective. But under the circumstances, he felt Master Jareel was all he had right now…and he would make sure nothing else happened to him.

"Yes, he has a fractured rib and punctured lung. So, if you have someplace we could sleep…"

"We have plenty of room. Come with me please," a tall young man said. He led them to a gymnasium which had cots, pallets, and any kind of cushioning that could be had packed tightly in neat rows. "If you'll talk with that woman over there, she'll set you up with cots and show you where you can get something to eat."

In honesty neither Jedi felt like eating. They both were anxious to see the other eat though.

"Let's just eat," Jareel smiled a little. "Enough encouragement games."

They ate in silence. Now that they were sitting, both realized how exhausted they were. There was a background buzz as the large group ate, but it was quiet talk. Almost as if people were afraid that making too much noise would cause the unstable ground to give way. An elderly man was walking from table to table, offering support and asking after each person's needs.

"Gentlemen, do you need anything else? Did you get enough to eat?"

Jareel was shaken from his reverie. "Have you heard anything else about the hospital in the capital? I heard no survivors have been found yet. Do you know anything more?"

"Not personally, but I do know we have been monitoring the emergency frequencies. I'll go see if I can find out anything."

As they watched the man hurry away Daven said, "Do you really think we'll find out anything else tonight?"

"Well, as he said, they have been monitoring the frequencies. That will be more current than what we heard on the news program. It's better than nothing."

The building creaked and small debris began showering down on them as the floor moved beneath their feet. Squeals of panic began as people jumped up and tried to get to the door. Jareel threw Daven under the makeshift table and pulled himself in after. That seemed a better course than joining the panicked group trying to force their way out.

The shaking only lasted about a minute and quickly died away. The two Jedi hauled themselves up from the floor and began to check with the other shelter occupants to see if anyone had gotten hurt in the rush.

Shortly, the elderly man returned. Nothing new was forthcoming. The search was continuing…but still no survivors. The two Jedi thanked him and walked to the sleeping area. Jareel and Daven welcomed the simple cots. They were exhausted. In spite of their uncertainties and worries, they soon were asleep.

The next morning, the first thing Jareel did was to seek out any news source available. One of the volunteer workers had a portable monitor and was watching the continuing coverage.

"The news is the same," he reported. "All we've heard commercially and over our scanner is that they have only found bodies in the rubble." With sympathy in his dark eyes he said, "I'm sorry. At this point…"

But the big Jedi didn't wait for the man to finish his sentence. He walked away. Daven had gone to get their breakfast. Jareel quickly ducked outside so he could be alone for a bit. He walked away from the building. About a block later he sat down on a wall surrounding a small ornamental garden and sat staring at a fountain.

The temple gardens were always Qui-Gon's favorite place. So in touch with the living Force, he enjoyed how strongly it flowed through the verdant growth. Whenever he was troubled, that's where you could find him…if he wasn't at his own little garden on the balcony. How we all teased him about the way he babied those cuttings into the abundant plants that have almost overtaken his little terrace. And…he took it with grace and humor, the way he takes everything. Everything I ever pulled on him, said to him, did to him. Qui-Gon always took it well. Whenever anyone criticized my silly pranks, he stood up for me…even to Leish…even to Master Yoda. He stood up for me.

Did you go too far Jareel? True, you finally saw the error of your ways after Charon and calmed down. But…before then, did you go too far in your efforts to be funny…or what you considered funny? I don't know. Even when Qui-Gon seemed to be upset, he never said he was. He never got mad…outwardly or said a negative thing to me about the jokes I played on him. The only bad thing he ever said was about pranks on others. He tried to get me to see they may not see them as funny…like Leish.

In all your blind attempts to be funny, how many times did you tell him what a good friend he is? Always there for you. Especially after Charon. How hard that was. He was there…but you pushed him away. So convinced that he couldn't possibly know how you felt. Maybe not exactly…but he has been through some very rough times himself. He could have been even more help…if you had just let him. Qui-Gon wanted to help…tried more than once. I was so headstrong. Yet…he still stood up for me. When no one else understood the changes I was going through, my friend still stood by me. And how did you react to that, Jareel? You accused him of wanting to hold you back. He was concerned about you. Come on Jareel. You know you were still having problems…and he knew it. That's why he was concerned. What would he have gained for himself by trying to hold you back? Nothing. There was no reason for it…that's another reason you can be sure that wasn't his motive.

He was there for Daven while I was in the hospital. When I was so…self-absorbed that I couldn't see what I was doing to my own apprentice, Qui-Gon was there for him. Just as kind and compassionate as to his own apprentice. And…he was there to see me off on my first mission after that nightmare. Always…at every critical juncture of my life, Qui-Gon has been there for me. Always.

And now…is it to end this way? Is he truly dead? The rescue team has given up hope. He may as well be dead then. If they quit looking…. He was still recuperating. He probably couldn't do anything for himself…under all that rubble. Dead…. There is no death there is the Force…. Dead…yet, still somewhere out there he still exists. Something I've always accepted and now, what do I make of it. Now that I have to stare it in the face…and truly believe it! What do I think of that now? I don't know…I don't know. What does it mean? Are you out there Qui-Gon? If you are, know how much I appreciated your friendship. A precious gift I took for granted. Now it is gone. Dear friend, how I'll miss you. Our teasing, our sparring, our talks and walks. Gone. You were like a brother to me. The only family I could claim. How long did we know each other? Since just before we were padawans. Yes…the only family I could claim. I love you old friend…

Tears began to overflow the pale blue eyes and roll down Jareel's face. He didn't bother to wipe them away. His heart was breaking at the loss…that's all he knew. Not far away Daven stood and watched helplessly. He knew what his master was feeling. Desperately he wanted comfort him, but also knew that Jareel wanted to be alone. He sat down in the grass and just watched.

The big man stood and walked over to the fountain. He watched for a couple of minutes than sat down on the edge. He idly ran his fingers through the cool water.

What am I going to tell Obi-Wan? How can I tell him? I suppose I don't have to worry about that right now. He'll be out for a while. But…what will I say? How can I tell him while he's lying broken and battered in a hospital bed? I can't keep it from him. He will know. As soon as he comes out of the influence of that medicine, he will know that link is broken. Perhaps it can be delayed…but he will know eventually. I have to make sure I am there when he becomes aware. I can't let him face this alone.

And what do I say? Your master died in a hospital while he was recovering from his wounds? Or…I'm not certain Obi-Wan. They told me no survivors. That's all I know. But they still aren't certain…are they? Is there a chance? Will they give up searching? I don't know if I can give up until I'm certain they've made their best effort. I could go and look myself. But…I'm not supposed to. It doesn't matter. If they give up, I will go! I'll try to stay out of the way and not hamper their efforts, but if they quit searching and assume no survivors before they are certain…then I will look myself. I have to. I owe it to Qui-Gon and I owe it to Obi-Wan.

Jareel felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Daven's dark eyes. Concern was evident in the look and the touch. Suddenly Jareel felt a little selfish. Yes, he had grief to deal with, but so did Daven. He was not as close to Qui-Gon, but the apprentice did enjoy his company. And Daven also was worried about his friend, Obi-Wan. Jareel stood and pulled his padawan to him in a tight embrace. A few tears fell. Then the big man held his apprentice at arm's length and looked him in the face.

"The Force is our strength. We're having deep emotions right now. But…we also have something we have to do while we're here. You need to deal with what you feel, but you can't let it rule you. Seek your peace in the Force." He studied the young face. "Come on. Let's go check on Obi-Wan. Then I think we should try to get into the capital. This quake probably did not affect Alonia. It might be like them to attack Loma while the capital of the province is in ruins. We still have a responsibility to discharge. We are Jedi…and we have a mission to complete."

"Yes Master."

A quick stop at the hospital was a reassurance to them both. Although Obi-Wan was still mostly unconscious from the medication, he looked better than he had looked the previous night…and this time they were more prepared for what they would see. The nurse, obviously having a lot of practice comforting family and friends, came in to tell them that Obi-Wan had a peaceful night and that they were keeping a close eye on him. Then after a couple of minutes more, she gently shooed them out. She was doing a lot of that with so many seriously injured patients…and hovering relatives. So, her manner had become a polished calm assurance.

Feeling somewhat better, the pair then turned to the problem of finding transportation back to the capital. It wasn't very difficult though. Once the authorities realized Jedi were in their presence, they were more than cooperative. The arrival of the knights had been very high profile because of the nature of their mission. The local officials knew why the Jedi were here…and were concerned about what Alonia might do with the center of Loman government in ruins.

A somewhat jittery mayor spoke briefly with Jareel and Daven while they were waiting on a transport to be brought to them.

"Alonia is a war making province." His eyes searched Jareel's face as he asked, "Do you think they will attack us? That rumor is rampant. I have to make a statement to try to restore some confidence to my people. What do I tell them?"

"That it is a rumor," the big Jedi said firmly. "I understand why the people are upset. However, the governor of Alonia is still here. Certainly they won't attack while she is in Loma." In earnest he said, "Mayor, this is a critical time. I understand that. But it is a time also when upset people will do upset things. The quake has done enough damage. You need to try to stem this before it further distresses the citizens. We…you and I don't need anything to make our jobs more difficult."

The mayor stood in quiet thought. Jareel wasn't sure if he was reassured or not. "All right. I'll do what I can. But…if we do get attacked…"

The Jedi interrupted. "Let's not talk about ifs right now. I'm going to do all in my power to finish my mission, which is to prevent a war. I won't give up." The transport arrived. "Thank you Mayor for this. Know that you had a part in helping the peace talks get back on track."

The thought that he actually had anything to do with the mediations puffed the little man up. "Why…yes…of course. If there's anything more I can do to help, don't hesitate to let me know."

And while Jareel was not trying to practice false flattery, he thought that making the nervous mayor feel like he had made a difference might encourage just such a reaction. Right now, the Jedi needed all the resources he could lay hands on. Now perhaps the mayor would not mind if he…kept the transport for awhile.

Qui-Gon sat near the video monitor watching the latest news on quake damage, victim count, and search for survivors. He felt helpless. He would like to be in the capital helping…should be there. Even if he wasn't able to dig in the rubble, he should be doing something. He was sure there was much that even a not completely fit person could do to help. But the small suburb they had come to was a new development outside the capital. It was not even incorporated. There was hardly a government. Qui-Gon had tried to get transport to the capital but had not been able to convince anyone to take him. Government transportation didn't exist. Many private vehicles were being used for emergency purposes. In short, he was stuck here.

Marinarus' transport had arrived at the hospital before the quake. In fact, it had just unloaded its passengers and was leaving the hotel when the tremor began. The damage was moderate in this area. Marinarus had even been able to get another conference facility in the same hotel. Most of the building was intact. Only one corner of it had actually experienced damage beyond a few cracks.

Since that time, the small group had been close to the monitor trying to get updates on the news. And then word came of the damage to the capital building. One conference room completely collapsed…. Qui-Gon's throat went dry. He knew Jareel, Daven, and Obi-Wan were in that building…and would probably be meeting in a conference room. Governor Blass was injured. Others participating in the negotiations were involved the reporter said, but they were scattered to other rooms and he could not address the condition of anyone except the two governors. There were deaths he could confirm that. And one of the rumors around the area was that some of the negotiators were injured and killed.

At that report the Jedi had stood and walked out of the room. He walked away from the building…and kept walking. Thoughts tumbled through his head. Conference room collapsed…negotiators injured and killed. Governor Blass was injured. It was a sure bet that the Jedi were with the governor…or certainly not far away.

The first thing he did was try to contact Obi-Wan through their link, not knowing that he was unconscious in the hospital by now. No response. That meant the padawan was either injured…or…. No…he would know if he were dead…wouldn't he? But he must be seriously injured to still be unconscious. How badly? Was he…possibly near death? Obi-Wan…. The Jedi master stopped next to a tree and leaned against it. It wasn't possible. He just couldn't accept it. Qui-Gon had always been prepared for the possibility of his apprentice meeting the Force in battle, fighting. But for it to come on him while he sat in a room of squabbling bureaucrats…. He had to take a deep breath to fight the anger that threatened to rise.

And what of Jareel and Daven? He had even less chance of finding out anything about either of them. There was no link. And coming so soon after Charon…. To have survived that and be taken this way. That not only renewed his frustration, it also renewed the anger at Yalla. Something he had not dealt sufficiently with. Now he was paying the price. At a time when he most needed to be in control…it was slipping away before his eyes.

The smiling face of his big blonde friend filled his mind. But…how long since he had seen it? The changed Jareel smiled very little. There was no longer room for humor in his life. A sudden longing to hear the boisterous laughter filled him. To see just once more, the big hulk leap out, light saber drawn bellowing, "Defend yourself young one!"

Qui-Gon smiled in spite of himself. He missed the old Jareel…and now he didn't know if he would ever see either side of his friend again. And Daven…so concerned and protective of his master. If Jareel had been…killed…how would he take it…if he was still alive….

What if all three of them had been killed? The thought hit him suddenly and he wished that it had not. One death would be hard enough to take…but all three of them? The Jedi master turned, put his arm against the tree and leaned his forehead on it. He closed his eyes and began to take in slow deep breaths. He had to find some peace. If he were to have to face the worst…and it was quite possible, the capital building had been hit pretty hard, then he would need to begin to prepare himself now.

Qui-Gon hid himself away in a small city park. He needed to be alone. However, try as he might, the Jedi master was having problems focusing himself on the Force. Images of Obi-Wan filled his head. He remembered the young boy who wanted so badly to be his padawan. They had been through so much since that time. A broken relationship…taking time and work to carefully rebuild. So many things they had faced…together since that time. Times he could have throttled the apprentice for some trouble he had gotten into because he was a know-it-all teenager…who obviously didn't know it all. Times when he had to take Obi-Wan in his arms and comfort him. And…times when Obi-Wan had to comfort him. If only he had been there. Maybe he could have done…something, anything. Or at least be there to tell his padawan just how much he meant and how proud he was of him.

The Jedi pulled himself away from those thoughts. He had to focus himself. Seek the Force…his strength, his comfort. That's what he needed to concentrate on now. Now that his apprentice might be…. He couldn't even complete the thought. Even if it was only that he was injured…he still couldn't rid himself of the thought that it had to be serious if Obi-Wan wouldn't answer…for so long. A new thought came unbidden. His apprentice may still be trapped in the rubble. Searches were still going on. Obi-Wan might be…alone and dying a slow suffering death in the rubble. Alone…and suffering. If only he could be with him. Even if there were nothing he could do to help…to be with him and comfort him. What could he do to comfort him? Let Obi-Wan know how his master really feels about him. That made Qui-Gon question himself. Certainly Obi-Wan knew how he felt…didn't he?

Have I really told him? Have I let him know not just what a fine apprentice he is, but what a fine person he is? Always so focused Qui-Gon. A good thing, but has it caused you to leave things undone? So busy disciplining and pushing Obi-Wan. Did you just sit with him…in the garden maybe and just talk? Talk. Did you show enough interest in him…in what he thought? Did you let him know you were interested in his hopes and dreams? You always say he is like a son…but did you tell him that? So slow to show your emotions. They are to be controlled, not denied. But you were so busy trying to set the right example that you didn't allow the right emotions to be shown. Obi-Wan…I do care about you. I am proud of you. You are like a son. Obi-Wan…I love you.

His breath caught as he fought to hold back tears. There is no emotion…. Qui-Gon shook his head, trying to drive it all from his mind. Focus…focus. He had to think on the Force…focus. Just when Qui-Gon thought he might actually be able to not think about Obi-Wan, he remembered his big friend and his apprentice. Jareel…his closest friend for so long. Even the demands of training and the separation of missions had not been able to divide the friends. So different in some ways…yet, very much alike in others. What had drawn Qui-Gon, quiet and reserved, to the boisterous, outspoken boy so many years ago? The Jedi couldn't answer that. Part of it was that Jareel was an oddity in the temple. In a group of initiates who were constantly trying to be better than the best so they would be chosen soon…and by the best masters, Jareel was not afraid to be himself.

And being himself meant being funny. While the other initiates were reciting the code and trying to figure out how to live the part that said, "There is no emotion…" Jareel was willing to express his emotion. He was able to control it however. When events called for that humor to be in check…it was at once. The blonde boy, standing well above the other initiates, was always able to bring himself under control and perform whatever was put before him. As soon as that was finished however, the mischievous pale blue eyes would gleam in anticipation of his next prank. Jareel's master had been able to see great promise where others saw immaturity. And…he recognized what a great gift his level of control was. More than willingly, he chose the big boy as his padawan. Even Yoda was surprised at Jareel's progress and his quickness to learn. It had just taken the right master.

And Daven…what had drawn Jareel to choose a padawan who was more quiet and reserved? Probably the same thing that drew Qui-Gon to Jareel. Why not? The same force that would bring a quiet boy in contact with a rambunctious one could work the opposite way. Force…and maybe it was the Force that drew such people together. "That is the way of things…the way of the Force." How many times had he heard that vague sentence offered in explanation for some thing that was unexplainable. And Qui-Gon knew that if Yoda were here now, trying to comfort his sense of loss…that is exactly what he would say.

And these three people so close to him…was it the way of the Force that they could be lying either dead in the rubble or broken in a hospital? That is what he had accepted for all his life. And his confidence in the Force and what he believed about it had been tested, severely tested in his life. Just when Qui-Gon was sure he had endured a hard enough test to make him know what he believed, another test was just around the corner. But surely, this was the hardest of all. His padawan…more than that…a friend…a son. Jareel, his best friend for so long. And the apprentice of Jareel…almost like a second apprentice to Qui-Gon because of the closeness of the friendship between the masters. All three in one horrible moment. A random moment. All three…all three…

Qui-Gon buried his face in his hands again. There is no emotion…. There is no death…. But…there is feeling…intense hurting feelings. And there is loss of life…and something close to that. He was so confused. What did he believe? Did it make him any less of a Jedi to admit he was sad and hurt that he may never see these three special people again? He couldn't accept that either…because Jedi also are there to help people…helping means compassion. Yes! He did have these feelings…and they hurt. He had just admitted how much these people meant to him. Now was he to deny how he felt thinking…they may be dead? Qui-Gon finally gave in. He would deal with himself…and any perceived failings later. Right now, he had to let it out. He had to…his grief was tearing him up inside because he was unable to take it to the Force. A loud sob sounded through his hands, pressed to his face and then his body began to tremble as he wept.

It was a long, long time before the Jedi had returned to the hotel that day. Marinarus had been out looking for him and was quite concerned. When Qui-Gon returned, the look on his face spoke volumes and the aide said nothing. The Jedi had kept to himself mostly from then until now.

Another morning of waiting for news that he could not get. In frustration, Qui-Gon started to leap up and turn off the accursed monitor. His motion was halted at once though. A reminder from his body that it was still healing. He was sore and stiff. More slowly he rose from the chair and snapped off the monitor.

"There must be something I can do."

"I've tried to get transportation," the aide said…again. "It's not available."

"Well…we have to try something else. Can't you…call Alonia and bring in some emergency transportation?"

"What?"

"If you truly want to make peace with Loma, this may be the opportunity to show how earnest you are. Offer help to the people here. It will show them you want to help, not fight."

"I don't know if I can do that without the governor's authorization. I can't get through to her from this hotel. All frequencies are jammed with emergency traffic…and people trying to find out about family and friends. I can't even call my own family…to let them know I'm all right. They're probably worried sick," he said quietly. Then the man shook his head, bringing his thoughts back to the subject, "The capital is being over run with calls. I'm not even sure where Governor Gorr is. They said she is being billeted in a more stable location…but I don't know where that is. I have no way of contacting her."

"Surely there are contingency plans in case a governor is incapacitated. Can't you use that avenue?"

Marinarus looked thoughtful for a moment. "I can try. It's going to be a matter of being able to get through to Alonia right now. As I said, the frequencies are jammed."

"It's better than sitting here doing nothing." And it will give me something else to focus my attention on. He started to fall into a chair then thought better of it. He gingerly lowered himself. Now was not a time to have to deal with his minor physical problem…minor compared to what was going on around him. He would have to be more careful…and keep it to himself. Marinarus was looking to him for help. He had to seem strong and able.

It seemed to start as a vibration that accelerated quickly to full shaking of the floor beneath their feet. Both men threw themselves to the floor and covered their heads. Marinarus was terrified. Qui-Gon was…merely upset. He had to be strong for the aide. Quickly it was over though. The Jedi tried, to the best of his ability, to help Marinarus to his feet. The man was amazed at how calm the Jedi appeared. "Wish I had your kind of control."

Jareel and Daven got to the capital city easily enough…but that's when the simplicity of their undertaking left them. Traffic, ground and sky, was snarled as the city tried to put its life and routine back together. Asking for a short cut or escort…or something to get to the capital quicker only brought suspicion on the pair. Jareel was shocked to learn how paranoid the people were. The rumor that the mayor of Ulnar was worried about, had taken firm hold of the capital. It was whispered in some corners and spoke openly in others. Attack…from Alonia. Many spoke of it as confirmed fact instead of rumor. Alonia hoped to take advantage of the confusion and begin its threatened war. Some spoke of open attack while others insisted it was going to be a quiet infiltration. So, strangers were highly suspect. Even Jedi. The perfect disguise to get into the city without being impeded.

After much patient…at least Jareel tried to be patient…talk, explanation, pleas to contact the governor for confirmation, anything he could think of…finally the Jedi were passed and escorted to a building near the capital. It was a much newer building, sturdier construction. It had come through the shaking with little damage. This is where the governors and remaining aides were being housed temporarily.

"Master Jareel, I'm very sorry about the difficulty you had in getting here," Governor Blass extended his left hand. His right arm was in a cast up to his shoulder. Small cuts and a couple of bruises were scattered on his face.

"Are you all right Governor?" the big man asked in concern.

"Oh, yes, fine. This is the worst of it," he indicated his arm. "I consider myself lucky…especially…knowing others in the building didn't make it. The two of you seem to have come through it all right. What about the other Jedi that was with you? Where is he?"

"In the hospital in Ulnar. He was in the conference room that collapsed."

"Oh no! The one where Governor Gorr's aide was…killed? How is he?"

"Fractures in an arm and a leg. Serious but stable."

"Very sorry to hear it. You seem to be handling it well. I guess that's the advantage of being a Jedi. I would like to be as calm as you are. I haven't heard from my family yet…and I have to stay here to oversee the emergency provisions…and keep up with what Alonia is doing," his voice was weary. Then he pulled himself together. "I'll see that the apprentice gets the best medical care we can provide."

Blass' words to Jareel about how well he was taking this stung. The big man knew he had to put all his feelings aside right now…no matter how hard that might be. There was still the possibility of war…and that's what he had been sent here to prevent. So, Jareel just inclined his head and said, "Thank you sir. Is Governor Gorr all right?"

"Yes. She's mostly just cut and bruised. Seems to have escaped without serious injury."

"Luckily for you," a voice announced as the small pale woman entered the room. "My people probably would not have been happy had I been killed. Master Jareel. Glad to see that you and your apprentice are well. I do hope the other apprentice recovers quickly."

"Thank you Governor. I hope we can talk together."

All the people in the room froze as they felt the trembling beneath their feet. Standing closest to Gorr, Jareel pushed her to the floor. Daven grabbed for Blass. They could hear panicked yells and screams in the corridor. Some small debris and dust showered down around them. Then the aftershock was quickly over.

Daven quickly helped Blass to his feet. "Are you all right, Governor?" he asked in concern. "I didn't hurt you did I. I'm sorry, but…"

The man interrupted him. "It's quite all right. I understand…don't worry. I'm fine. Mostly damage to my already overworked adrenals." He tried to make light of the situation.

Jareel helped the petite woman to her feet. She was willing to accept his help at first. Then as it registered on her what she was doing she pulled away.

"I don't want to stay here any longer," Gorr almost snarled. "I want to get out of this place in case that happens again. But…Blass won't allow me to leave."

"That isn't true. You may leave when you please. I only suggested that it would be difficult to get through now and that waiting a day or so might be better."

"Governors," Jareel intervened. "Please. This whole situation is grave and I do not think your…disagreements are going to help right now."

"I don't think this is a good time to try to have peace talks," Gorr replied. "This place is too unstable…and I don't mean just geologically either. I've been watching the news. The people are going crazy out there! I would fear for my life to go out there. They'd probably kill me…like this was my fault!"

"Governor Gorr, I don't think they truly are trying to blame anyone. They are upset. I think you can understand that, can't you? Wasn't the quake…disconcerting to you?" He remembered the look of genuine fear he'd seen in her black eyes yesterday.

She remembered her weak moment too…and didn't appreciate being reminded of it. The pale woman quickly turned away with a huff, walked to the other end of the room and flopped into a chair. The gesture meant nothing to Jareel however. Posturing, that's all.

"Governor Gorr, are you in earnest about having peace with Loma?"

"I'm not so certain anymore," she said without looking up.

"What has changed your mind?"

"Seeing the reaction of the people here. If something like this happened in Alonia, they probably would not only celebrate, they'd probably come and loot us if not kill us! How can there be peace with people who hate us so much?" She jutted her chin out.

"It's not hate that is behind what is going on out there," Jareel gestured toward the outer wall. "It's fear. Not just fear from the quake. The reason that people are reacting so strongly is that they think Alonia is going to attack Loma in the confusion. The very thing you fear is what they fear. Now…can't you understand how they feel?" He waited for a moment. Gorr seemed to be thinking about what he said…but she didn't respond.

So, he continued. "This event has unsettled everyone…on both sides. This unease will cause paranoia. It already has. As leaders of your provinces, you two must be strong and set the example for your people. Otherwise, the unstable atmosphere will lead to war quicker than the one that prevailed before the tremor. Rumors are rampant out there. That is why we couldn't get through. We were stopped at every turn and questioned…because we were different. The citizens fear an imminent attack. Don't you see? If they are that upset, a small incident can drive them to extreme action. If a visitor, someone who was different, inadvertently caused an accident, it may be looked on as a distraction…or a signal to start the invasion. Before anyone could react, a population at the end of its nerves could beat that stranger to death. I've seen it happen before. Desperate people do desperate things."

There was silence in the room for a long moment. Blass came and sat at the table. "What can we do to stop this though? How can we change what is going on out there?"

"First, it will require the two of you working together. Are you willing to give it a try?" He already knew that Blass would. The question was mostly aimed at Gorr…and she knew it.

"What do you want me to do?" she said.

Jareel pulled a chair out and sat down. Daven sat next to him.

"This could be one of the greatest disasters on the planet, or it could be the greatest opportunity," the big man began. "Governor Gorr, you wield a lot of influence right now. What you do…or don't do right now can make a big difference in Loma and in Alonia." She straightened herself and looked the blonde Jedi in the face. "If you offered aid and assistance to Loma right now, can't you see what a powerful weapon that would be? A weapon against war. In time of need and weakness, Loma expects attack. If you offer assistance, what better way to show them you do not want to fight…but help."

She quietly considered the idea. "I'm going to do all the giving. What's in it for me?"

Jareel tried not to let his frustration show. "A more willing chance at peace. Is that not enough?"

She glared at the Jedi and then glanced at Blass who looked hopeful. "Don't look so happy yet Blass. I haven't agreed to anything."

"Would it help if I told you this doesn't have to be a gift?" he offered. "Consider it a loan to be paid back…with interest. Now you have more to gain."

But the petite woman didn't want that man to have anything to hold over her head. "I want nothing from you. If I give it will be because I want to." Turning to Jareel she replied, "All right Jedi. We'll try it your way. I'll send assistance from Alonia. Let's see if they are really grateful. Blass, I need some way to communicate."

The governor immediately stood. "I'll see to it at once." He left as he wondered what would be the most expedient way to get this put through.

Gorr stood and walked slowly to the other end of the table. She leered at Jareel. Then she put a hand on his shoulder. "You are wise for such a big brute. Too bad you're a Jedi…." As she walked away, she allowed her hand to slide down his back. The small pale woman followed Blass.

Daven was trying not to grin. Even though Jareel had maintained outer control, the padawan could feel the unease inside him. "Do you think this will work Master?"

The blonde Jedi studied him for a moment. It had been awhile since he'd seen Daven's eyes twinkle that way. Too long. "I don't know. It sounds simple enough…but some times the simplest things take the longest when bureaucrats are involved. As much as Governor Gorr likes to seem as if she is in complete control…it may be very different with her government. I have no idea how it's set up. Just because she wants to send assistance doesn't mean her country will go along with her. We'll have to wait and see."

While Marinarus worked to get communications through not just to Alonia, but through the bureaucracy, and to the person he needed to speak to, Qui-Gon tried to control his thoughts. It had been hard since he'd heard the news, not knowing about his colleagues, not being able to communicate with Obi-Wan. This had been a hard test of his grounding in the Force…and he wasn't entirely sure he had passed it. Even though he had done little physical work, his mental energy was constantly drained by the struggle. It exhausted him. And in those weak moments, he gave in to the fear and anger that stayed just under the surface since that moment he'd heard the report from the capital.

Qui-Gon tried to shut out Marinarus' irritated voice. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan. Can't you hear me? Please…Obi-Wan. No response. The feelings were just waiting to take him over if he allowed it. But the Jedi master fought them off. The Force is my ally…. How much longer could he just sit here and do nothing toward finding out about his friends and padawan? Even as he tried to focus himself, he was continually overrun with thoughts of his friends…possibly still lying in the rubble, dead or dying. He remembered how Jareel looked lying in the hospital bed on Charon. The image mutated to a mangled figure barely hanging on to life. And Daven…how he had looked tattered and bandaged. Was that all that was wrong with him now…or…the image of a broken padawan filled his mind. He couldn't think of one without thinking of all three. And thinking of all three only reminded him of the news reports of the damage to the capital. A conference room completely collapsed. Some negotiators injured…and killed. He felt so alone…so isolated…so helpless. And yet…he wasn't free to give into that. He still had a responsibility to discharge. A little longer. You have a duty also as a Jedi. You must do all you can to make sure this war doesn't break out. Now that something may be about to happen here you have to stick with this. Then…only then can you walk away.

The Jedi sighed. Then Marinarus' voice again seeped into his awareness as he argued with someone about the importance of his call. Qui-Gon closed his eyes and reached out to touch the Force. He had to drive the horrible thoughts about the fate of Obi-Wan, Jareel and Daven away. To help the aide he must be focused. No distractions could be allowed right now.

"I realize that I don't have complete authority," Gorr hissed into the microphone. "I never asserted that I did. That is why I am coming to you. I need your assistance. You must take this to the legislature and get them to approve it." She paused to listen. "Yes, I am very sure of what I am doing. I do think this will work. It is at least worth a try. You said you truly wanted peace this time. I'm offering you a way to it." More listening. "I'm depending on you. You must get them to listen to you. You must get them to see how important this could be." Then in frustration, "Call an emergency session. This is an emergency! No, I'm not coming back to do it myself. You can do this. I'm going to stay here…to make sure no one tries anything. No…I mean no one from Alonia tries anything. I don't want to argue about my paranoia. Just do this. It's important. You can contact me here any time of the day or night. I'm not going anywhere. Do what you can…but hurry. They need a lot of help here."

She almost slammed down the communication device in frustration but caught herself and set it down more gently. She turned to face the big Jedi who had an expectant look on his face.

"I've done all I can. If the legislature won't approve it, then the only way I can force anything though is to go back to Alonia to do it myself. It will take my presence and all the authority I can gather…and support from my party to get this through if the legislature doesn't want it. It will take much longer."

"Do you think it would be best if you went back to Alonia now instead of waiting to see what will happen?"

Gorr looked around to see where Blass was. She lowered her voice. "It will be safer if I do stay. There could be the possibility of attack. The more…fanatical factions of the government might be thinking the same thing you are."

"But…you truly think your presence here will stop that? If they are so fanatical, will a peace seeking governor be able to stop them?"

"I can't say Master Jareel." All her games seemed to be gone and she appeared to be in earnest. "They don't completely hate me. I am the best answer that both sides could come up with for a governor. There could be someone worse in office…worse to them, that is. The coalition is pretty evenly balanced right now. Choosing a new governor…could go either way. They will at least think hard about it before they do it. It will require caucuses, meetings, compromise, promises to see if they can swing the vote their way. It will require time. In that time, perhaps my deputy can get something accomplished."

So, there is more to you Governor Gorr than you like to let on. There is more there than just a snide, sarcastic space dog. You understand your position well. And seem to want peace more than you admit. When things got serious, you did as well. I'm glad to have seen this side of you.

Gorr caught the studious look on the big Jedi's face. At once, her entire manner changed. She was uncomfortable with his stare…and what he must have just learned about her because she let her guard down. Time to put him back in his place.

The leering grin was back. In her sharp spiteful tone she said, "Don't look so cocky, Jedi. I am doing this because I want to…not because of anything you said." The she came closer. To be sure he was properly mortified, she boldly placed a black gloved hand on his chest and rubbed back and forth a couple of times. With an appreciative hum she said, "Too bad you are a Jedi." Then she let her hand slide around as she walked away.

Jareel could feel his face warm in spite of the control he tried to exercise. Even though he had been uncomfortable with her other…gestures he had been able to overlook them as part of her political games. The more direct pass she'd made just now had bothered him more than he'd guessed possible. He was only glad there had been no witnesses to her immodest act.

"Yes, yes," Marinarus said. "That's exactly what I am suggesting. Aiding and abetting our enemy. Besides, if we are trying to make peace with them, are they still our enemy?"

Qui-Gon longed to be able to hear the other side of the conversation but had to be satisfied with hearing only the aide. In the emergency situation, communication had to be made by whatever was available. In most cases, that meant the most simplistic way. Requiring less power and less instrumentation, those ways of transmission had been restored first.

"I realize it will take legislative action since the governor isn't there. Hasn't anyone been in touch with her?" He listened. "No, I do not think they are holding her. I think you just aren't doing your job. You don't know if anyone has contacted her…or you haven't tried." The aide rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't have time for you ego games. Are you willing to talk to the deputy about this or not? If you aren't, then get him on here for me. I want to speak to him now. This is urgent. You get him on the comm now! I don't make idle threats. You know that. I'll take care of you when I get back. What? Yes…I've been waiting. I'll wait longer…if you really are going to get the deputy on." A pause. "All right. I'll wait." Then his voice quieted. "Just a minute. Could you please get in touch with my family and let them know I'm all right? Thank you."

The aide held the unit so he could listen but would not be speaking into the microphone. "Guess that's one thing you don't have to deal with…feelings and family and all that goes along with it. I love my family…but sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be easier to be alone." Suddenly Marinarus' demeanor changed and he became all business. "I'm not sure this is going to work Master Qui-Gon. You've heard all I've had to go through so far…just to get through. And the person I thought would back me up is balking."

Then the aide's eyes went wide as he felt the rumble begin. He dropped everything and dove to the floor. Qui-Gon hit the floor…and yelped in pain. There was nothing to be done though…but wait. The aftershocks were usually short…and thankfully much less in magnitude. The two men lay there with fragments falling around them until the motion stopped.

Convinced he wasn't going to die yet, Marinarus quickly grabbed up the comm unit and tried to determine if he was still connected. Slowly Qui-Gon got to his hands and knees. Trying to keep his pain to himself, he rose and then lowered himself slowly into a chair nearby. He silently cursed his still healing body. It was painful even to lift his hand to scratch his head. But he pushed the thought away and concentrated on the aide and his job. As if nothing had happened he began, "We have to try this. It's worth a try, isn't it? You said you really wanted peace. Peace is not a gift. More often than not, it requires hard work to achieve. We were re-routed here on the way back to Coruscant. Jareel was taking me back for medical treatment. Yet, the Jedi council thought this important enough to redirect us to. That's why I didn't mind leaving the hospital to come with you. This is important. Stopping a potential war will save many lives, prevent much suffering. Think about what a war will do not only to the people, but also to your entire province. There's the physical damage it will cause. However, it will also affect your economy, every level of government. Very far reaching implications. Isn't that worth working for?"

"Yes…you're right. As I suppose I already knew. I guess this is all wearing me down. It's been a long day and I have accomplished nothing."

"No. You're wrong. You have dug through communications snarls and bureaucrats. You are almost in touch with the deputy governor. I'd say you have accomplished a lot."

Marinarus allowed a smile. "Are you always so optimistic?"

"My friend says I am. He says my favorite saying is that a solution will present itself." The image of Jareel came to him and his smile faded quickly. For a moment, he was silent. "Mons, if you can get nothing else, get us a transport. If we can do nothing from here, maybe we can do something from the capital. Perhaps we can meet with your governor."

The aide looked surprised. "You got it. I know I can get at least that out of the deputy."

"And…don't ever wish you were alone. You don't understand what you're wishing for. It may be hard…inconvenient to deal with family and feelings. But you don't realize what you have, Mons." Then the Jedi master was quiet. He had to admit he had an ulterior motive for wanting to get there. Yes, he would try to talk with the governor…but also…. Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan.

Jareel was silent as Daven piloted the small craft back to Ulnar. He was exhausted. The mental games and political posturing were just as tiring as a physical work out. The Jedi master was glad Daven was handling the controls of the vehicle. There were lines and snags in the traffic everywhere. There was no place to escape it…ground and sky were filled with vehicles. On the ground, cleanup crews were busy at work, still digging for survivors. Heavy equipment was easily lifting huge chunks of rubble, while mere feet away people were on their knees digging with bare bleeding hands through smaller rubble. No one complained neither worker nor waiter. Any thought of impatience was chased away by the scenes repeated everywhere along the route. Everyone in the capital city had been affected in some way by the tremor whether by injury, death in the family, or loss of property. That common bond lent sympathy to those laboring to find survivors…or bodies and trying to get the city back on its feet.

And even though Jareel couldn't find any impatience in himself either, he was so tired, he knew he just wouldn't be able to handle all the stress of navigating the obstacles and backed up traffic. The big man merely stared out the window as they edged along. In the midst of all the activity…and this much later after the tremor, there were still groups of people standing about, looking bewildered and lost. They had nowhere to go…or no one to go to. He saw an emergency shelter with a hand lettered sign announcing "Intergalactic Relief".

Jareel turned in his seat to look at the shelter. That was the same group Mi'al was involved with on Orino. Suddenly the big blonde man felt guilty. He had accused Mi'al of running away from his conflict with the council. Now he could see there was more to the relief agency than a place to hide. What the healer was facing was probably tougher than facing down the Jedi council. It was probably a rewarding, soul-satisfying thing for the warm and compassionate healer to work in such dire situations instead of dealing with such mundane things as burns from sparring and the politics of the council. Jareel knew he owed the healer an apology…but how do you apologize when the injured party doesn't know what you are apologizing for? That didn't matter right now. Mi'al was a more honorable man than he had given him credit for. And for that, Jareel felt truly humbled.

"Do you think Governor Gorr will be able to convince enough of her supporters Master?" Daven said without looking at the big man who was slumped in the seat.

"I don't know Daven," he answered in a tired exhalation. "She seemed to think she was making progress. It still seems like it could take days for this to work out. I suppose I should be optimistic. Even if she settles nothing in time to help much with the relief effort, maybe she will at least be convinced on the idea of making peace with Loma. Completely convinced that is."

"Are we doing the right thing? Going back to Ulnar while she is still working?"

"What can we do? Only she can do this part young one. It will be better if we get some rest and are fresh tomorrow. Perhaps if the good news comes soon, then we will be more helpful. There's nothing wrong with our decision."

"Are we going to go by the hospital?"

"Yes, I think we should."

Obi-Wan looked around. Everything looked hazy and indistinct. Nothing was familiar. He wasn't sure where he was, didn't know how he got here. How to get back to…where? Where had he come here from? His head pounded as he tried to figure out the answers to his questions. He tried to put his hand to his head…but it wouldn't move. The apprentice tried the other one. He rubbed his head. Continuing to stand here was helping nothing. He had to do something. Anything. Confusion and anxiety pulled at him. The padawan tried to push it away and focus. It was so hard to bring his attention to bear though. Obi-Wan couldn't seem to control what he felt. Sudden fear shot through him. He looked around wildly, quickly chose a direction and tried to run…but it was dark. He couldn't run. He could hardly walk. The ground was soft and swampy. It bogged him down…and it was so dark. Obi-Wan began to walk slowly. Why he picked this direction, the padawan couldn't say. It felt right. In the midst of the almost overwhelming feelings…this felt right. He picked his way through the misty dark forested area carefully, trying to reach out with his feelings as he went. So dark and foggy. The apprentice could see nothing. He walked along with the one arm that seemed to work stretched before him, feeling for obstacles. It was cold…so cold. He wanted to be warm…and out of the dark. The dark held something bad. The apprentice didn't know what…but he could sense something ominous. Something not right.

Where was his master? How had he become separated from him? Why had they separated? Obi-Wan was so confused…and couldn't focus his thinking. They usually didn't part unless necessary so they could watch each other's back. There was something wrong with him being away from Qui-Gon. That seemed to spark a thought. There was something wrong with his master…wasn't there? Wasn't that why they weren't together? If that were true, he had to find him! New anxiety came over him at that thought. There was something wrong…something had been done to his master. He tried to hurry again and only tripped, falling into the boggy ground.

Obi-Wan struggled to get up…but he couldn't. His arm…it wouldn't bend. Finally he pushed himself up with one arm trying to get his knees under him…but he fell over again. His leg wouldn't bend. He had to get up! He had to. Obi-Wan knew he couldn't stay here. It was…bad…something bad…and he had to find his master. The padawan tried again. He was able to get himself into a sitting position. Now what? He reached for his leg to see why it wouldn't bend. But he couldn't reach it. His fuzzy mind couldn't seem to touch the Force. The apprentice couldn't use it. He couldn't help himself up with it…and couldn't calm himself either. Obi-Wan forced himself to take in a few deep breaths to try to relax. Then he began reaching with the one arm that would work. What was around him? Nothing within his reach. Carefully the padawan dragged himself until he found a tree. Now maybe he could use it to help himself up. Struggling and trying to keep a watch on his surroundings, he slowly began to rise. His head felt funny…so lightheaded, dizzy. It was hard to think, much less focus his thoughts. After backing up to the tree and struggling with one arm and leg, Obi-Wan finally was able to get a foot under him and stand. The apprentice had to stop and rest. He was panting for breath and so tired. So very tired. He wanted to sit back down and rest…but he couldn't. Master Qui-Gon. He had to find him!

What was wrong with Master Qui-Gon? Why couldn't he remember? The apprentice stumbled along, but now he understood why he was having so much trouble walking. One of his legs wouldn't bend. Why wouldn't it? And his arm…it wouldn't work either. Whatever had happened to Master Qui-Gon…had he been there too? Is that why he was having the problems with his arm and leg?

As he stumbled along, Obi-Wan tried to concentrate…to pull back any fragment of memory that might be there. But, there didn't seem to be anything there to grab on to. It was like trying to grasp the fog before his face. He could put his hand in it and close it…but he had nothing. Trying to remember was the same. He reached toward something that seemed to be on the edge of remembrance…and just when he thought he could bring it forward, it evaporated before him. Then he heard something. The apprentice stopped suddenly and listened. He heard it.

"Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan."

That was Master Qui-Gon! At least now, he knew he was going the right way to find him. The padawan tried to reach out and answer along their link…but he couldn't seem to focus on it. Their link seemed as hazy as his memory…and the scene before him. Obi-Wan tried to call out to Qui-Gon again and again, but something seemed to be preventing him from solidifying the link. He couldn't answer no matter how much he tried to focus himself. His head hurt from concentrating…but he had to…he had to let Qui-Gon know he was all right…and find out where his master was. There was something wrong with him. He had to help him.

"Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan."

Then sudden noise and confusion tore into the quiet world the padawan had been wandering through. Things were falling from the sky. Big things, small things. He didn't know what they were. He just knew he had to get away before he was killed. But he couldn't run. Desperately he tried to find some shelter…feeling along as he tried to hurry as fast as he was able…which wasn't very much. He could feel the impacts. Pain as the falling objects hit his body. Pain. Pain. Obi-Wan tried to get away…but there was no place to get away to. The falling stuff was everywhere…and it hurt. Then he was knocked down by a piece. The apprentice cried out in pain as he fell. And he couldn't get up…he couldn't. It was holding him down. And he was so lightheaded, tired, drowsy…he couldn't call on the Force to move whatever held him down. But he couldn't give up! He had to find Master Qui-Gon.

"Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan."

He began to struggle again. He had to get up. He had to. Desperation filled him. The apprentice thrashed around. His right leg wouldn't move…that's where he was being held down. Obi-Wan looked over to his leg. It was hurting so much. The pain…the throb. And he saw the reason he couldn't move, the reason he hurt. A large hideous looking black scaly creature had its teeth dug into his leg. The monster bit down…and pulled on his limb. The padawan cried out and tried to pull away. He couldn't move very much. But he had to get away. It was going to kill him. Obi-Wan tried to kick at it with his other leg. His movements seemed so slow…and hard to carry out. Even though he was kicking with all the energy he had left, his leg barely moved. Why? Obi-Wan didn't understand. He couldn't…he was still confused. What was all this about? How had he gotten here? Where was Master Qui-Gon? He had to get to him. He could hear his master calling out to him.

"Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan."

The apprentice renewed his struggle. He tried to sit up so he could fight the monster with his hands also…but he couldn't sit up. Now something was holding his left arm. Almost afraid of what he would see, Obi-Wan didn't want to look. But he had to. He had to know. He almost yelped when he saw. Another of the black monsters had his arm. It was chomping down on it. As the teeth sunk in, the padawan cried out in anguish but the sound was muted. His arm and leg were aflame with pain. Obi-Wan pulled and pulled. He tried to use his other arm to fight off the monster, but he could hardly move. He couldn't focus his foggy mind. He tried to call out for help but couldn't even seem to do that.

"Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan."

Master. He thought the word but couldn't send it or say it. Still he was unable to reach the Force…or the link with his master. No matter how hard he tried. No matter how much energy he put into it…he just couldn't focus enough. His mind was so confused. His energy draining away as he struggled. Now he couldn't move at all. Something was holding him. I have to get to him. Needs me. They are hurting him! Where are you? I have to get to him! I have to. But I can't get away! It hurts so badly. Where are you Master? Help me! I know you need me, but I can't get to you. Where are you?

"Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan."

Master where are you? Where? I can't find you! I have to help you! I have…to…help. I can't get loose. Where are you?

Jareel looked down at Obi-Wan in concern. He had been peaceful when they first arrived, but now he was mumbling and beginning to thrash around.

"Master…Master…where," he mumbled.

He put a hand to Obi-Wan's forehead, hoping to comfort him, but it had no effect. He continued to struggle. The big man feared the apprentice would hurt himself so he tried to hold him against the struggle.

"Master…where…are you?"

An opportune time for the doctor to come in. He looked at Obi-Wan and was instantly concerned. Hurrying to the bedside, he quickly checked the young man to determine what had brought this on. It didn't appear to be a result of anything physically wrong.

"Doctor," Jareel asked while the doctor was looking over the apprentice. "I don't mean to tell you how to practice medicine…but do you think you can keep him sedated…awhile?"

"I was about to order that anyway…under the circumstances." He stepped to the doorway and called the order to a nurse. "Do you know what this is about?"

"I think I do. I'll explain when you get him taken care of."

At once, the nurse was there with the syringe, which she injected into Obi-Wan's IV. He settled down quickly. Jareel released his hold on the apprentice. The doctor kept an eye on him for a minute then turned to the big man.

"You already know that Obi-Wan is a Jedi. He is an apprentice. Master and apprentice form a telepathic link that is used for training purposes. Thoughts, feelings, flow along this link in both directions." Jareel paused to collect himself. He was going to have to say aloud that which he had been so vigorously denying. "His master was in the Loma Medical Center during the quake. We are pretty certain that he is…dead." The big man had to stop and let his constricted throat relax before he could continue. "Obi-Wan was mumbling about where was his master. I think he was aware enough to figure out…that his master isn't there anymore. That's what upset him."

The doctor had listened intently. "This is a close relationship? Master and apprentice?"

"Yes…like father and son."

"As soon as he wakes up, he will figure it out?"

"Yes, he will be able to figure out why the link is no longer there. He still seems like he's in a…weak state. Could you keep him under until he is well enough to…take the blow?"

"I think that might be a good idea. We'll keep him sedated and I'll let you know when I think he might be strong enough." He studied the big Jedi's tired face. "This must be hard for you as well, from both sides."

"Aye," was Jareel's only answer.

"Come on Master," Daven gently tugged at the blonde Jedi's arm. "You need to go get some rest."

"I agree," the doctor said. "You look pretty beat."

"Beaten up," Jareel mumbled as he turned to follow Daven out.

Qui-Gon had been sitting in the middle of his bed, trying to find some comfort in the Force. It had been hard for him to mediate. Yet he knew that was the very thing he needed…required right now. The Jedi master had just gotten to a very relaxed state when something touched his mind…grabbed it would have been a more accurate description of what it felt like. Qui-Gon's eyes flew open. Then he closed them again as he reached out to…whatever that was.

Master! Where are you? Help me!

Obi-Wan! He was still alive! But…he was filled with fear. Cold fear that sunk deep into Qui-Gon as it contacted him. He was at once almost overwhelmed with apprehension. But he pushed it away. He had to concentrate on Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, tell me where you are. I can't help you if I don't know where you are.

I can't find you! I can't get loose! I have to help you!

It's all right Obi-Wan. I'm all right. Please…tell me where you are.

Help me! They've got me! It hurts!

Obi-Wan! Where are you!

But only silence awaited him.

Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan! Where are you!

Nothing.

Obi-Wan!

No response.

Qui-Gon almost broke down. The link was there and now it was gone. Why? Obi-Wan was aware enough to communicate with him…and now he wasn't. The Jedi master tried to control his thoughts, but his mind was racing. And one thought would not be denied. His apprentice was dying! That's why he was not conscious for so long…then a brief period of consciousness…and now gone again. Obi-Wan was trapped somewhere. He had said he couldn't get loose.

I have to help him! Maybe there's still time. I have to try! I can't sit here and do nothing!

At once, he was on his feet and heading to the door to his bedroom. His body protested the movement and pain washed over him. The Jedi had to stop and allow himself to recover…and remind himself he wasn't completely healed yet. Then he threw the door open and started walking to the door of their suite. Mons Marinarus, who had been reading over some notes of his conversations, looked up. The look of determination mixed with concern on the Jedi's face grabbed his attention. He got to his feet and followed.

"What's wrong? Where are you going?'

"I have to get to the capital. My apprentice is still alive…but I think he may be dying. He's trapped somewhere. He said he couldn't get loose. I have to help him."

"How? We couldn't get transportation before. What makes you think you're going to get it now…especially in the middle of the night?"

"Mons, I have to try. He's…like family. Wouldn't you try for your family?"

"Yes, but I would face reality also. There's not a vehicle in this tiny town that hasn't been commandeered for some emergency situation…"

"This is an emergency!" Qui-Gon cut him off. He walked out the door.

The aide followed. "Even if you find some way to get there, do you know where he is?"

Qui-Gon stopped suddenly. "No," he said quietly. "I don't know where the capital building is."

In an equally quiet…and sympathetic voice, Marinarus replied, "What are you going to do then?"

"I have to try," Qui-Gon whispered. Then he turned and began trying to hurry away. He slowed and began hobbling away, cursing his battered sore body.

"Be realistic. I don't mean to be cold, but…if you don't know where he is…and he is…dying, by the time you find him, he may be…"

Qui-Gon turned and looked at the man with cold hard eyes. "You may be right…but I have to try." Then he continued on his way.

The aide shrugged his shoulders and followed. They split up and each went knocking on doors, visiting emergency shelters, the police station, only to be turned down time and again. Every vehicle was in use. There were urgent needs everywhere…transporting the injured, delivering food and supplies. All legitimate and urgent needs. Finally, when it was very late into the night and Qui-Gon had walked as far as his sore and stiff body would allow him, he had to admit defeat. Exhausted, worried and hurting, the Jedi slid down to the wet grass. He fell over, burying his face in the green mass, mixing his tears with the dew.

Qui-Gon opened his eyes. He was still lying in the grass. He was covered with dew also. The Jedi didn't realize he had fallen asleep outside. He must have been that tired. The tension of the negotiations mixed with his concern over his friends and the fight to keep his focus on the Force must have exhausted him more than he realized. How else could he have fallen asleep with the thought that Obi-Wan may be dying at the front of his mind?

He pushed himself into a sitting position, groaning as he moved. Sleeping in the cool air and wet grass did not help his stiff body. He was afraid to hope, to even think, but Qui-Gon had to try. He closed his eyes and reached out on his link with the apprentice.

Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan…

He waited and concentrated with all that was in him. Somehow, he wasn't entirely surprised to receive no response. Still, he didn't grieve. He had done that last night. Right now, he was numb and empty. Slowly the Jedi master got to his feet and started back to the hotel. He had no idea he had gone so far last night. He regretted it now that he had to walk back while feeling so stiff…and not entirely rested from his sleep. Afraid to think about anything, Qui-Gon focused on all that was going on around him. A few people who remembered him from last night stared at him. He was aware of it…but he didn't care.

As he approached the hotel, Marinarus hurried out to him. "I was worried sick about you! Where have you been? I thought maybe you had set out walking to the capital."

"If I hadn't fallen asleep, I probably would have," Qui-Gon said in a quiet voice as he walked back to the room.

"Fallen asleep? Where? Where were you?"

"I don't know. I was exhausted. I laid down…and fell asleep."

"Are you all right?"

"I don't know."

"I'm very sorry…about your apprentice." The aide was hesitant to continue, but his news was important. "I, ah…got a call from the deputy governor first thing this morning."

The Jedi's tired mind registered that was important. "What did he say?" he asked as he sat down.

In spite of Qui-Gon's apparent grief, Marinarus couldn't help himself. He was overjoyed. "He has agreed to help the relief effort here. And…he is sending a ship for us to use. It shouldn't take long to get here. Then we can fly to the capital. That doesn't solve everything though. I've heard on the news that traffic there is snarled and it may take us time to get through."

The Jedi master knew he had a duty that came before personal feelings. He forced himself to concentrate on what the aide was saying. "That's very good news Mons. I'm happy for you. Happy for your people…and for the people here. This should be a firm foundation on which to build a new relationship between the provinces."

Marinarus studied him for a moment. "I suppose this is a silly question, but is there anything at all I can do…to help you?"

"No. Thank you. I don't think anything can be done now. We have to give our attention to the relief effort and the negotiations." The Jedi stood. "If we are going to the capital, I suppose I'd better clean up."

He walked into his bedroom and dropped his soggy robe to the floor. Without intending to, he caught his reflection from the mirror. What a sight he was. Loose strands of damp brown and grey hair were plastered to his face. Several pieces of grass were stuck in his beard and on his face. His eyes were dark and empty. The sight startled him…even though he expected to look worse. He turned his back on the mirror and began to let his clothes drop to the floor.

Knowing that Obi-Wan would be out and that their trip into the capital would be long and arduous, Jareel settled for a call to the hospital to check on the apprentice. He was assured that there were no more episodes like the one last night. Breathing a sigh of relief, Jareel thanked the nurse and terminated the communication.

Daven felt better too at the news. "How long do you think it will be…before…he…finds out?"

"I don't know young one," Jareel said in a weary voice. "I don't know how long it will take him to heal without benefit of a healer to help. But…maybe by the time he is well enough, we'll have accepted…it…enough to help him more."

"I'm sorry Master. I didn't mean to…"

Jareel settled a big hand on his padawan's shoulder. "I know. This is hard for us all. Let's get started. Grab your breakfast and eat it on the way. Should have plenty of time. It will be another long trip."

What Jareel predicted was true. But it had only been a couple of days…and there was much to clean up and many streets damaged. There was nothing to be done about it but endure. The big Jedi volunteered to drive this morning. He'd prefer to let Daven handle the controls at the end of the day, knowing he would probably be exhausted by another day of haggling with the bureaucrats.

In the cold light of day, the damage was incredible. It seemed there was no section of the capital that had not suffered damage. Collapsed buildings had gaping holes that almost seemed to sneer at them. Their frail power of the Force was nothing compared the to power contained in tectonic plates under pressure the buildings seemed to taunt.

It was hard not to look out on the excavation efforts. Jareel didn't want to watch because it only made him think of Qui-Gon. He hadn't had much time to grieve with the sudden pick up in activity with Governor Gorr. But now, in the waiting traffic and looking at the fallen structures, it was hard to keep his mind off the fate of his friend.

Ah…old friend. How could you leave me alone? It's not your fault, of course. Still, it's hard not to feel anger…but it's not really anger at you. It's just anger over the unfairness of this all. And there's nothing to really fix the anger on. You'd understand. You could probably explain it better than I could…and handle it better. You've died a thousand deaths because of some of the things you've suffered. A hard life you've had, old friend. And you couldn't even leave it in peace…but in the jaws of a fickle and angry planet. But…at least now, you are at peace. No one can hurt you again. No one can torture you for senseless reasons now. No one can hold you hostage for their evil plans again. Perhaps you are the lucky one. Gone on to peace while the rest of us struggle.

You wouldn't like to hear me talk that way. You'd not only rebuke me. We'd have a long talk about it. And I know just what you'd tell me. I could take it from you though. Qui-Gon, you could always say just what was on your mind and I could take it…no matter how harsh. That was because I knew you were a friend. If you reproved me it was because you cared about me, not that you were trying to prove you had some sort of power over me. How many times did you save me from myself? More than I can count probably. Because you cared. I certainly don't understand why you put up with me all these years. Force knows you've suffered at my own hands. I never meant to hurt you or drag you into trouble with me…but you knew that, didn't you? You knew. I know that because you would never let me explain or apologize…because you knew.

Jareel turned to look out the side window so that Daven would not see the tears that were beginning to overflow his pale blue eyes. And looking out he saw the partially collapsed capital building.

And Obi-Wan…. What do I do old friend? How do I handle it? You would know how. I don't. I'm so gruff…not as compassionate as you are. I don't know how to tell him…what to tell him. Apparently, I'm not going to have to tell him…judging from last night's reaction. I did the right thing, didn't I? Asking the doctor to keep him sedated until he's better was the right thing. He's not well enough to help himself. There are no healers here. It was the right thing to do. But now…I don't know how to help him Qui-Gon. If there was one last thing I could ask you…this would be it. I'm having enough trouble accepting it myself, how can I help him?

Unconsciously, the big Jedi let out a deep sigh. Daven looked over to him. In spite of Jareel's efforts to try to hide his feelings, the atmosphere in the small compartment was so heavy it would have been harder for him not to feel it. The padawan said nothing but laid his hand on his master's arm. Jareel turned to look into Daven's dark and concerned eyes. The big man tried to blink back his tears and forced a small smile at his apprentice's sympathy. They made the rest of the trip in silence.

"Master Jareel," Governor Gorr called out as he entered the conference room. She hurried over and then remembered herself. She assumed her typical stance of one leg off to the side and hand on hip while she puffed her noxious cigarette.

The big Jedi bowed, "Governor. I hope those dark circles under your eyes were worth the lost sleep."

"They were." She was still trying to play her indifferent attitude game, but it was obvious she had good news that even she was having trouble holding back. "My deputy gained enough support in the legislature to agree to send supplies and manpower to help Loma. I'm not entirely sure if being awakened in the middle of the night didn't help our cause. Either they were so anxious to get back to sleep they would agree to anything…or they weren't awake enough to know what they were doing." She smiled…not as evilly.

"Perhaps you give them too little credit. Maybe they truly want peace as much as you do."

Gorr didn't seem to like being corrected. Her somewhat happy attitude darkened. Jareel knew he'd said the wrong thing when that look came across her face. He stiffened against what he knew was coming. Just as she reached out a hand toward him, Governor Blass interrupted.

"Finally!" he said with a great sigh of relief. Then he was rudely interrupted. An aftershock intruded on his relief. Everyone knew the routine by now and they all hit the floor. The usual accompaniment of shrieks had died down as people were becoming used to this. Lie down, cover your head and wait. That's what the two Jedi and two governors did.

Quickly it was over. Gorr quickly got up before Jareel could try to assist her. Blass seemed a bit more willing to accept help with the bulky cast. They dusted themselves off and coughed a little from the particles in the air.

Somewhat irritated, the pale woman snapped, "What were you babbling about Blass?"

"Oh…I finally was able to talk to my wife." His voice cracked a little and he stopped.

The woman softened at once. But fearing the worst at the man's reaction, Jareel quietly asked, "Is she all right?"

The governor took a couple of deep breaths. With a somewhat trembling voice he replied, "Yes. She and my children are all right. They were outside at the time…just thrown to the ground. However," he paused and took another breath. "She heard about the damage to the capital. She had heard it reported that my injuries weren't serious. But she said she didn't know if that might be a cover to keep people from having to worry about a new leader while they were still dealing with the quake trauma."

"I'm glad your family is all right," Jareel said quietly and then excused himself.

"Did I say something wrong?" Blass seemed a little flustered.

Daven explained about Qui-Gon…Jareel's "family".

"I am so sorry to hear that," Blass replied. Gorr even looked unsettled over this news. "I wish there was something I could do. I could order the hospital to be priority on searching."

"Neither Master Jareel nor Master Qui-Gon would want their interests put above the truly needy," the apprentice said quietly. "If you would just let us know if you do hear of survivors from the hospital…or if…Master Qui-Gon's body is identified…"

"Of course. I'll look into that at once." Daven started to reply, but the governor held up his good hand. "Don't worry. I'm not doing anything right now…want to be ready for the transports when they start arriving from Alonia. This is not pulling me away from anything." He walked out of the conference room.

That left Daven and Gorr alone. Normally she would have enjoyed toying with the boy. He certainly was more reserved than his master and promised to be great fun. But…right now, she didn't have the heart for it. Even she knew there was a modicum of compassion still in her.

"Come here and sit down." She sat at the conference table. Daven sat across from her. "You two have been continuing your mission…even in the face of the death of a friend and serious injury of another?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How?"

"By the strength of the Force…and because we have an assignment to carry out. This is important."

Jareel had collected himself and was returning. He was surprised to see the small woman talking with Daven and was at once suspicious. If she had so openly teased him…what had she done to his not-very-experienced-in-the-ways-of-the-world apprentice? But when he looked into her face, somehow he knew she had not been playing games with him.

He pulled out a chair and sat down. "So, what have you and your government agreed on?"

"Transports began being loaded first thing this morning. The manpower will likely arrive first. Blass is supposed to be clearing the way for them to get through easier. They will report to my aide who has a list of places where their help is needed most. Food and medical supplies…and medical personnel will leave as soon as they are readied. I will be staying here indefinitely…until we get this peace agreement hammered out. As soon as men and materiel are distributed, Blass and I will begin working on that."

"That's truly good news Governor. You are to be congratulated for your efforts in this. It would have been easy for you to walk away and simply say the quake interrupted the peace process."

"But that's what I wanted to do, remember?" the petite woman admitted. "I guess I've been very headstrong in all this. Staying awake all night and working…really working to help strangers, enemies…has given me a new perspective. I think we can work out our differences."

Jareel nodded his head. The woman didn't cease to surprise him. "I'm glad to hear that Governor. I think you will be a much wiser leader with this new perspective. I hope you are able to transmit it to…the more fanatical parts of the legislature. It takes a brave person to stand up and say, 'The change starts with me.' Especially in the face of some strong opposition."

"You are wise for a big brute," she smiled…not evilly at all. Gorr stood and walked around the table. The blonde Jedi stiffened and wondered how much she would embarrass him in front of his apprentice. The pale woman leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for you help. Thank you…for not letting me off the hook. And…I am sorry about your friend." She patted his hand and left a puzzled looking Jedi staring after her.

It had been a hard wait for Qui-Gon. Normally being patient wasn't a problem for the Jedi master. It only gave him a chance to meditate or think. But, under the circumstances, it was hard to focus his thoughts and seek the Force…even though he knew that's what he should do. He did meditate some…but it was difficult at best, and hard to hold onto the Force. There was little else to keep him occupied. The last thing he wanted to do was to watch the continuing stories about the clean up efforts.

When the transport arrived from Alonia, it was with great relief that Qui-Gon boarded it. At least he would soon be doing something instead of sitting as he had for the last couple of days. And…he hoped to have some kind of news about his friends. He settled himself in next to Marinarus and strapped in.

"Does the governor know you are coming?"

"No. I'm fairly certain she does not. The deputy said that communications are hard to maintain right now…even urgent ones. I know he had talked with her…that's why things went quickly. Apparently Governor Gorr was trying to get the same thing done that we were…to get Alonia to help Loma in relief efforts." He chuckled. "I'm surprised that she came up with that idea herself. Not that she isn't smart enough…but I didn't think she was that compassionate."

"Hmm." Qui-Gon was half listening. He was lost in thought. "Maybe experiencing the quake helped her see things differently."

"Yeah…shook some sense into her," the aide chuckled. Then he remembered the reason for the Jedi's somber state and got quiet.

The actual flight to the capital didn't take long. The small berg they'd been staying in was just outside the city. But once inside the controlled airspace of the capital, it was a different matter entirely. It was late enough in the day that some people who had been able to return to their jobs were beginning to trickle out. Air traffic had increased a great deal since the tremor because it was so hard to get around on the ground. So, while the pilot of the small ship circled, banked and tried to pick his way through the mess…and get clearance to land, Qui-Gon and Marinarus had a chance to view the damage.

The aide whistled low and long. "That's incredible. No wonder traffic is so bad. I'm glad we are going to help. This could take a long time to clean up…and rebuild. This should help bond our provinces."

"I hope so," Qui-Gon said absently as he wondered which of those ruins was the capital building."

At that moment, Jareel and Daven were getting ready to make their trek back to Ulnar. This day had been an easier one for them. Governor Gorr seemed to be over most of her political maneuvering…most of it. They had been able to negotiate a short while until the transports from Alonia began arriving. Then Governor Blass had to begin to direct, threaten, and harass whomever he could get on comm to clear the way for the transports. Everyone wanted to cooperate…but they could only do what they could directly control. The random traffic of private vehicles was harder to control for example. In frustration, Blass almost grounded all air traffic until the Alonia transports could land.

There was little anyone else could do to help the governor with his predicament. It was something he just had to stick with until he could find resolution. Gorr and the two Jedi had talked during this time. Jareel was trying to find out what Gorr really wanted out of this peace settlement and decided he could best find out if he talked to her while Blass was not around. The big man remembered how she had confided in him about her worries that Alonia might attack Loma and that's why she stayed. He hoped she would be as open now.

Late in the day, the pale woman had gotten tired of the intense talks.

"Enough. You're as bad as my aides. I don't have to be questioned so carefully. Just ask me outright what you want to know. But not now. I'm tired. Remember I didn't get much sleep last night. Governor Blass seems to have enough to keep him busy. And I'm sure that you would like to go see your friend. Go on with you both. Be careful in that crazy traffic."

The two Jedi bowed to Gorr and left.

"She's…very different now Master."

"Yes. She had learned to play her game well. I think we are seeing the true Governor Gorr now. I hope things continue to go as smoothly. Perhaps we will have an agreement soon."

The transport was finally down. Qui-Gon exited and stood aside while Marinarus tried to get them a vehicle to…to…. He remembered he still didn't know where Governor Gorr was staying now. Things got complicated in a hurry. The port where they had managed to get permission to land was across town from the collapsed capital. No one knew that the aide and the Jedi would be arriving. In the upset atmosphere that shrouded the ruined city, everyone was suspicious, especially with the invasion rumors so thick. Gorr's aide was only getting himself more delayed. No one at the spaceport believed who he was.

"Mons," Qui-Gon pulled him aside. "I realize it may take awhile to get through, but I think your only hope is to try to contact Governor Gorr…or one of her assistants. You need someone to vouch for you. These people do not seem to be convinced easily…and this arguing is getting us nowhere."

The man sighed deeply. "I suppose you're right. I don't know what else to do. You are right…this is getting us nowhere."

Marinarus approached the official again. Qui-Gon swept his eyes across the ruined landscape. At the adjoining landing pad, a transport's nose stuck straight up into the air. It was a victim of the cracked pad, which had split and dropped the ship down between the two parts. Then he continued his scan of the skyline. He was not at all familiar with the city. His only view had been out the rear window of the ambulance that had delivered him to the hospital when the Jedi had first landed on the planet.

The pilot of the transport had been the one who informed them that they were across town from the capital building. The Jedi wondered just how far away that was. He was beginning to think it might be quicker to walk the distance than wait for all this bureaucratic rubbish to be settled.

Silently he rebuked himself. It was certainly understandable for the city to be in such an uproar. And…the announcement of assistance from Alonia seemed to have not calmed the attack rumors very much. At least he was assuming that it had been announced. Perhaps it had not. Is that why everyone was still so paranoid? Why wouldn't it be told? Did the government think that maybe the people wouldn't trust Alonia to send untainted supplies? Qui-Gon shook his head to chase the confusing tangle of thoughts away.

He turned back to listen to Marinarus and try to gauge what progress he may be making in trying to get them in touch with the governor. The Jedi was still numb. Seeing the wreckage here only solidified in his mind the thought that Obi-Wan had died. He desperately wanted to finish this mission and be back to Coruscant. To be in familiar and comforting surroundings. But that wouldn't help. He reminded himself…Obi-Wan wouldn't be there with him. He sighed. First the ordeal on Jabbot…and now this. It all had worn him down he had to admit. Physically and emotionally he was exhausted. It was getting harder to find any comfort in the Force. He was losing his touch with it…but it wasn't due to him turning his back on it. No, the Jedi master had desperately wanted to be surrounded with the peace and solace there. However, in his rundown state, it was simply hard to expend the energy to maintain the contact.

Qui-Gon looked around for a place to sit. Bone weary and still sore. And yet, he was still entertaining thoughts of walking across the city. He must be mad. Perhaps he was. Perhaps he was letting all this drive him to it. The more fatigued he became, the less he tried to fight it. He settled himself on a low wall and sighed deeply. It was his desire to be away from this planet that was driving him to want to do what he was incapable of…walk across the city. The Jedi was glad that he was not alone right now. He was so mentally exhausted, he wasn't sure he could rely on himself to make the right decisions. Marinarus wouldn't let him do anything foolish. He had tried to stop Qui-Gon from seeking transportation that horrible night when Obi-Wan had called out to him. That was the very thing Qui-Gon didn't want to think about. He rose and walked over to the aide.

"Yes, I understand. However, if you could just get a message through. I realize how hard it is to get any of them on the comm as busy as they are. However, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and I are stuck here at the spaceport. We've no transportation. I'm not getting any cooperation because no one believes I am an aide to Governor Gorr. If you could just get someone there to vouch for me, that would be good enough. We are here to help with the negotiations. That should be an urgent enough reason to get a message through at least to one of her assistants." He listened for a long minute. "Tomorrow? Can't you do better than that? Isn't there anyway you can at least get us transport across town?" A pause then a long sigh. "All right, all right. I'll try again first thing in the morning. But…please, be waiting for my call. Help me get through the tangle. No, I understand. Thank you for your help."

The aide cut off the communication and turned to face Qui-Gon. He sighed again. "Governor Gorr is unavailable. Already gone to bed. I can't get anyone to even talk to her assistants. He said that he would try to get the message to her as soon as everyone is up tomorrow morning. I don't think we have much choice but to wait. I didn't realize how much something like this could mess up…life…normal everyday life. Everything we take for granted is affected by this."

"Yes," Qui-Gon agreed. "Emergency situations have far reaching affects. Even turning on a light at dark is beyond many people right now. And…if they haven't faced something of this magnitude before, that just increases the reaction to it. No one knows what to do…as we are experiencing."

"You're certainly right about that. Even those who do know what to do are afraid to do it. So much distrust."

"Their world has been turned upside down…and with a threatened war already on the horizon. Put yourself in their place. How trusting would you be?"

"I suppose you're right. Well…there's little to be done about it right now. Come on. Let's see if there's some place in the terminal building where we can sleep for the night. From talking to the people here at the port, that might be our best bet. Half the people in the city are sleeping in shelters."

Qui-Gon nodded and followed the aide.

The following morning Jareel woke early. Even as tired as he was, still there was so much on his mind, so much tension in him that his body wouldn't rest. Recognizing what was happening to him, he turned at once to the Force. He had not always sought out the Force, as he should, since this nightmare started. It didn't take him long to figure that out however. The big Jedi was trying to remedy that situation. He tried to remember to meditate each day. It was hard to find the time with all that was going on, but it was necessary. He couldn't afford to make mistakes now. Things were beginning to work out between Alonia and Loma. Beginning to. There was still a long way to go. He had to be as alert and mindful as he could be.

When the big Jedi opened his eyes, he noticed Daven was gone. Likely to shower. It was best to get to the community shower early here at the shelter. The line got long in a hurry. Keeping that in mind, the Jedi grabbed the meager supplies he'd gathered since the quake and headed that way himself.

Next to his time with the Force, Jareel's second favorite time of day was his time in the shower. The hot water felt so good washing over him. The one luxury they still had. It helped drive some of the remaining tension away. Meditation followed by a hot shower was the best way to relax he had determined. But he was also mindful that there were many people waiting and his time was limited. The big man hurried through his shower, trying to stay well within his time limit.

As he left the shower area feeling clean…yet not quite in the same clothes he was still wearing since the quake. The blonde Jedi tried to wash them whenever he could…but it wasn't always convenient to do it everyday. And last night he was so tired, he skipped that part of his routine. Jareel was unconcerned about it. The people closed up with the governors were experiencing some of the same problems. They all just endured…as everyone was learning to do now.

The big man looked around for Daven. It was easy for him to do. Jareel easily was the tallest person at the shelter. And he spotted his apprentice coming his way carrying two paper bags.

"I picked up our breakfast, Master. I thought it would be better than waiting on you because then the line would be longer," Daven smiled a little.

It was good to see that. That brought a little light into the darkness that surrounded Jareel. He was beginning to see many things differently now. Even though he had plunged himself into extra training and many hours in meditation to try to make himself a better knight, he had still not been able to prepare for what had happened here. No amount of study, thought or working out could have prepared him for this. It was one of the worst nightmares he'd been through. Even worse than Charon. Yes…even worse than that. His suffering had been great…and it still pained him to think of the effect it had had on Daven. Still…here and now…even though his physical injuries had been minor, his psychological ones had been much worse. Losing his best friend, Obi-Wan seriously injured, Daven…he had held up better than Jareel thought he would. Still, it was obvious the apprentice was hurting from what had happened to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. Those were the worst things. Add to that the fact that he couldn't even take the time to grieve. There were still the peace negotiations. And there was simply surviving in the middle of a ruined city where some people were sleeping out on the cold hard ground. Facing the grueling travel every day…and having to face the reality of it all as they passed the excavation work. Yes…this was definitely harder than Charon.

"Master?" Daven wondered what was going on behind those glassed over ice blue eyes.

"Hmm? Oh…sorry. Preoccupied. I suppose we'll have breakfast on the run again. Let's go."

"Uh…I know we are in a hurry, but…it has been awhile since…we saw Obi-Wan."

Jareel smiled a little. He put an arm around his padawan. "Aye, you're right. We should go by. They probably won't let us stay long anyway. I'm sure Governor Gorr won't mind. It'll just give her a chance to rinse out her gloves."

Jareel started walking, but Daven was almost frozen into place. He could hardly believe that his master had made a joke! He hadn't been entirely without humor since he'd changed, but it rarely showed. The apprentice was playing back the sentence through his mind to make sure he really understood what the big man had said.

Jareel looked back. "Is something wrong?" Daven thought he could see a bit of a gleam in those eyes.

"No. Nothing. Everything's fine…I think." He hurried to catch up.

"He's doing well?"

"Yes," the doctor confirmed. "Coming along as I expect. We continue to treat him for the infection. It is responding however and I do not see any problems to his continued improvement."

"When do you think he'll be well enough for…." Jareel's voice died off.

"Let's get him over this infection and then we'll talk about it, all right?"

The big man only nodded. The longer he could put it off, the better he liked it. "We must go now. We'll look in on him later."

"There's really no need to. I know it's hard getting around. You can call…"

Jareel interrupted quietly. "It makes us feel better to see him. He does look better…better than what we have seen. Any improvement just helps us be optimistic."

"Of course. I understand that. I was only trying to help."

"Thank you Doctor…for everything."

And so it was that the master and apprentice found themselves making the long trip back to the building near the demolished capital. Each time they passed the capital building, both Jedi were instantly drawn back to that terrifying moment when the world seemed to drop from beneath their feet. It would take time for the nightmare to fade. The memory was still too fresh…and strongly implanted by the sheer horror that accompanied it. The two Jedi looked at the building, said nothing and continued on their way.

"Governors," Jareel said as he and Daven bowed to the executives.

"Good morning Master Jareel," Blass extended his good hand to the pair. He had a smile on his face.

"Things must be going well."

"Yes," Gorr confirmed. "Better than I expected really. My men have been disbursed and should be hard at work this morning. Transports with supplies should be on their way by now. I almost expected the legislature to try to back out when they actually saw the transports leave and realized what they had agreed to."

"I take it that has not happened."

"Not yet," she said with a wry grin. "That doesn't mean that they still can't change their mind at any time. Another vote could end this."

"Well, perhaps we should begin the negotiations right away. Hopefully we can at least get a framework in place quickly…before anything on either side gives way."

"An excellent suggestion," Governor Blass agreed. "This way and we will begin at once."

"Just a minute Governor Gorr," one of her assistants came hurrying down the hallway.

"Yes," she almost snapped. These weasel assistants were getting to her with all their petty interruptions. "What is it now? We are busy."

"I'm sorry. I have a message for you. Mons Marinarus has been trying to get through. He has made it to a spaceport here…but had to land across town. Apparently he is having problems getting transportation here because the port officials are suspicious of him. When he said he was from Alonia…"

"What do you want of me?" she cut in impatiently.

"Only some transportation for him Governor. He said he'd like to be here for the negotiations since he helped…"

"Yes, yes. I know his role in this. Blass, can you help us out? Get something for Mons?"

"Of course." He turned to his own aide. "Call the port and vouch for Mr. Marinarus and push those people to get him over here."

"At once," the man replied as he hurried away.

"What's the name of the planet again?" Vita asked shyly. He was hesitant to ask…again.

But Mi'al only smiled. "Lamorah. Lamorah is the planet. The province is Loma. That's probably going to be confusing, especially since the capital city is also named Loma."

"And I can't even remember the name…Lamorah," Vita sighed.

The healer chuckled as he patted the green blobby creature on the shoulder. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that we are going to help."

"Yes," Vita agreed. "The quake sounds just awful. I've never seen what's left after a quake. Will it be bad?" he said a little apprehensively.

"Not as bad as what you saw on Orino," Mi'al assured him. "We will not be searching for victims. Even though Intergalactic Relief has dispatched people here for that, there are so many injuries medical assistance is what they need from us right now. There will be injured people and most likely some dead ones. But…at least the worst ones are probably…already dead and mostly we'll be treating injuries."

"That's why Intergalactic Relief asked us to leave Orino and come here?"

"Yes. The people of Orino are better able to deal with the problems there because of the treaty that ended their war. The inhabitants are working together now. But…this quake was a very bad one. There are many, many people injured and their doctors are overworked. They need our help a little more than Orino right now."

"I liked helping there," Vita smiled. "It…feels good."

"Yes, it does," Mi'al smiled in agreement. "And you have learned much. You have been a big help to me Vita. I'm glad you wanted to come to Lamorah with me."

"I'm glad I was able to. I was afraid Kura wouldn't let me." He paused thoughtfully. "Mi'al, will I ever be able to make my own decisions without having to ask Kura?"

"Yes, you will. He is your guardian right now. That's why you have to go to him. The court gave custody of you and your brothers to him. However, when you are 'old' enough then you will be able to make your own decisions."

"When will that be?"

"I'm not sure Vita, but I don't think you're too far from it. Orino was hard for you, but I think you grew up a lot there." The healer looked out the window of the small ship. "Look Vita. There's the capital. See the buildings."

"Oh no. That's awful. People were in those buildings when they fell in? No wonder they need help. A lot of buildings are wrecked."

"Yes…a lot," the healer repeated somberly. "It looks bad. I'm glad we were able to leave Orino."

In a worried voice, Vita asked, "You're not going to work too hard this time are you?"

The grey haired man smiled at his companion's concern. "I'll try not to…but they do need much help. Their own doctors are already working too hard. That's why we're here."

That did not reassure the Klastarian. He just knew Mi'al was going to try to do too much…again. "But if you get sick again, you won't be much help to them," Vita pointed out.

"I know. I'll remember. Doctor Vita's orders…don't work too hard."

Vita seemed to blush a darker green at the comment.

"You have to be Mi'al Noseen," a medium height, fair complexioned man said as he walked toward the healer and his green companion. "This is the IR ship, isn't it?"

"Yes," Mi'al replied as he shook the extended hand. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage."

"Sorry. I'm Dr. Tert Sarin."

"Dr. Sarin, this is my assistant, Vita…." He left the open-ended statement open. He and Vita were going to have to decide on a last name for him.

"Noseen," Vita added. "Vita Noseen."

Mi'al's mouth dropped open and he stared at the smiling clone. Sarin noticed the reaction…but wasn't sure if he should ask or not. So he took it in stride for the moment. "Vita, glad to meet you. Assistant? Is he a medic or nurse?"

"Neither actually. It's a long story. All of it is a long story. I'll explain later. Right now he's getting on the job training. Don't let that discourage you however, he has learned how to do many simple and practical things that will probably be more help than you imagine."

"I'll take you at your word. Right now we won't turn down any medical assistance. Come on. My speeder is over here. Isn't much…but right now I'm not particular. It's going to be a long trip. We'd better get started. I'll fill you in on the details as we drive."

"Finally," Mons Marinarus grumped as he and Qui-Gon entered the speeder.

"Isn't my fault sir," the driver said. "The traffic is hard to get through. There are still many streets that are impassable. It's going to be a long drive back. You may as well get comfortable."

"The negotiations are going to be over before we even get there."

"Would that be so terrible?" Qui-Gon answered absently. "At least they would be over." He looked out the window.

"I suppose you're right…as usual. You Jedi are hard to rattle, aren't you?"

The words hit the Jedi master hard. Nothing could be further from the truth. Others expected Jedi to be that way. And the knights did work hard to be in control of themselves. Still they were feeling creatures. And feelings had to be dealt with…especially strong ones. Being in the city where Obi-Wan had been injured…and probably died was bringing very strong feelings to Qui-Gon. As much as he tried not to remember, all he could think about was Obi-Wan calling out in desperation to him before…. The last time he'd sensed anything on their link. Qui-Gon turned again to the window, but not because he wanted to look out. He closed his eyes and fought for the control that Jedi were expected to have.

Gorr stood and paced. She was trying to be reasonable. She really was. However, this simpering governor of Loma made it hard. He seemed to have little backbone. His fear and paranoia were great.

"I need something stronger," he said. "I need a firmer assurance against war. I don't think what you propose goes far enough. It just says you will not automatically retaliate against a strike or suspected strike from Loma. I don't know why you want it stated that way. We have no intention of attacking you…and it offers no assurance that you will not initiate attack."

"This is but a single point," Gorr said in exasperation. "This is not the whole of the treaty. You assure me you won't attack us…and we'll assure you we won't. We are working toward it."

"But…"

"Governors," Jareel cut in. "I'm not sure exactly what you are working toward Governor Gorr. It seems you are taking small steps toward one goal. Perhaps if you just tell us what your ultimate desire is, we could find an easier way to get there."

Blass looked at the pale woman hopefully. She looked at the floor as she thought. Then she sat down at the table.

"My people are warriors. You know this Blass. I think that's why you fear attack so much. They need complete assurance of your intentions before they will be willing to give an inch. I can negotiate whatever I want, but when I take this back to be ratified…if they are not happy with it, they can reject it completely."

"But that's easy enough," the tired looking man said. "I'm willing to give you that assurance up front. I don't need to have anything from you first. Loma will not attack Alonia…unprovoked that is."

"Oh…I thought you said you didn't need any conditions."

"I think we have the right to defend ourselves if Alonia attacks us without reason."

Gorr leaned on the table and pointed but before she could reply, the big Jedi broke in. "Governor Gorr, do you want the same provision for your province? That you have the right for self defense if attacked without reason?"

"Well…yes. Of course."

"That is all Governor Blass is asking for. Nothing more than you want." He tried not to sigh. The big blonde man's hopes for a rapid settlement seemed to be quickly melting away before his eyes this day. Gorr was being very particular…and strange in her requests. He wasn't sure if it was part of her maneuvering, truly trying to get a treaty her legislature would ratify…or what was going on. He was growing weary of all this however. He rubbed his bleary eyes.

"Tired?" Gorr asked.

"Yes," he muttered.

"Me too," she said as she quickly stood. "I think this is a good place to stop today," she added as she headed for the door without waiting to see if anyone agreed with her. "See you gentlemen tomorrow."

Blass sat with his mouth agape. He looked at his watch. "It's only mid-afternoon. We still have plenty of time to work." Then his eyes narrowed. "What is she up to?"

"What makes you think she's up to something?" Jareel asked.

"Because she seems suddenly different. The governor was happy to see resources start pouring in. Now she seems as if she doesn't want to have these talks."

"That is true, however, it does not necessarily mean she is trying to be deceptive. We don't know what news she may have from Alonia now that the relief effort has started. Or perhaps she could just be tired. The last few days have been intense for us all. A bit of a break may be just what we all need. It could give Governor Gorr a new perspective if she gets away from it for a bit."

"Hmm. I hope you're right. We've come too far to let this fall apart now. However, as long as we are going to end early, could I persuade you to join me for supper?"

"I don't want to appear unappreciative Governor, but a break would be good for us as well. Not only are we physically tired, but…"

"Oh yes…I understand. I'm sorry. I had forgotten about your friends. Please, take the time you need for yourselves. Will you be returning to Ulnar now?"

"Yes, I think so. It would be nice to get away before the traffic gets heavy again. Perhaps we can shave an hour off the trip," Jareel smiled a little.

"I wish I could help you out on that. Unfortunately, not even the governor can control the traffic, as I found out when I tried to get the Alonian transports through."

"Until tomorrow Governor Blass." Jareel and Daven bowed to the executive and then took their leave of him.

As the speeder pulled up in front of a new looking building, a small ship could be seen lifting away from a small pad nearby.

"Will you look at that?" Marinarus huffed. "There's a landing area nearby and they wouldn't clear us to land here. We could have been right here with the governors yesterday. Gorr is going to hear from me about this!"

"What's done is over," Qui-Gon replied flatly. "It does no good to complain now."

"I understand your point. However, I still think it's inexcusable. I've been trying to expedite this relief effort also. I should not have had so much trouble getting together with my own governor. That is my point. And…she will know about it. Hmph. I get sent as a special envoy to meet with you and then I am ignored as if what I have done is unimportant."

The Jedi just shut out the indignant comments. He did not wish to get involved in the personal politics of the governor and her aide. In silence he walked along with Marinarus up to the building. The assistant was happy that at least his arrival had been anticipated and he was passed quickly into the building. A man sat at a desk inside. He looked up at their approach.

"Mons Marinarus, aide to Governor Gorr. Master Qui-Gon Jinn and I would like to speak with the governor please. She is expecting me."

"One moment please sir." He turned to a communication panel and relayed the message.

While they awaited the answer, Qui-Gon looked around at the building that had survived the tremendous quake. It was not without blemish however. There were cracks in the wall and places where the top layer of coating material had fallen away. But considering the condition of many buildings in the area, the Jedi was impressed with the construction.

"Mr. Marinarus, Governor Gorr greets you and is happy you were finally able to get here. However, the negotiations are over for the day. She asks that you wait until tomorrow to talk with her because she is fatigued."

The man sighed in frustration. He threw his hands up. Qui-Gon expected him to have another temper tantrum, but he seemed to accept it with more grace. "Well…I suppose that means we wait." Then he turned back to the man at the desk. "Can you tell us where we are supposed to stay for the night? The governor did make provisions for us didn't she?"

He looked at a listing nearby. "Ah…yes, for you she did. The governors and their staff are being housed in this building. Several of the offices have had cots placed in them. It seems the safest place right now."

"She didn't mention Master Qui-Gon?"

"I don't have his name on my listing. He apparently wasn't expected. It doesn't matter. We have plenty of space in this building. I'll get someone to set something up for him."

"Perhaps you and I could chat or have a look around the building," the aide said to Qui-Gon. "There seems little else to pass the time."

"No, thank you. I'd prefer to be alone for a bit, if you don't mind." To the man at the desk the Jedi said, "Can you tell me where the capital building is located?"

It was a short walk. The late afternoon sun made the damage look even more stark with the longer shadows. Qui-Gon stood before the ruin for a moment and surveyed it. The wing to his left was still mostly standing. The wing to his right was collapsed. The conference room that was damaged must be in that wing. Guards stood around the building. He assumed that was because of the records and data that must still be inside. It was probably a safe bet also that they wouldn't allow him inside the unsafe building…but he had to see for himself.

Qui-Gon walked past the building and then stopped to look back at the damaged wing. He saw a place that would allow easy entry. Only one guard to get past. The one at the other corner had his back toward where the Jedi planned to go in.

Boldly Qui-Gon walked up to the guard and waved his hand before him. "You may go in."

Woodenly the guard repeated, "You may go in."

With a glance to see if the other guard was looking, the Jedi disappeared into the wrecked structure. He was not familiar with the building at all. He had no idea where the conference room was. For that matter, he didn't know if Obi-Wan had been in there or not. It was an assumption. The Jedi began to pick through the mess, looking…for what he didn't know. Why had he come here? Did he expect to find his apprentice's body still in the rubble? No. Even if this is where he was when…. Well…he didn't expect to find that. Certainly any bodies had been removed by now.

So…what had he come here for? Some sign…some thing to let him know. To confirm…or deny his worst fear. But what would that be? As he kicked at the debris going room to room, Qui-Gon chided himself for coming here. It was a silly idea. What did it accomplish to come here? Still…it was the last place Obi-Wan was…. Or at least he suspected that.

A familiar feeling came to him and the Jedi almost panicked. An aftershock…and he was in this unstable building! Nothing to be done about it now. He felt to the floor, curled into a ball, and covered his head. The structure creaked horribly. Much debris began to fall from above. Mostly small pieces. But as they rained down around Qui-Gon, he wondered how much the building could take before it gave way. He didn't have to wonder long however. The aftershock was already fading away…much to his relief. Still, aware the building was even more unsteady, he stayed where he was a minute longer until the structure had time to settle some.

Slowly he picked himself up. Having to throw his still healing body to the floor so often was not helping it. But, there was little he could do to control the aftershocks…and he knew going down was much safer than trying to stand through it. He didn't bother to dust himself off. Lying in the debris covered him with light and dark fragments and powder. There was so much of it that it seemed futile to try to clean himself up.

The Jedi master entered a room. One sweep of his eyes across the remnants showed him this was a larger room than the others he had been through. A conference room? The smashed table supported that idea also. It was large enough for several people to sit around.

It seemed to him as if his heart skipped a beat. Was this where Obi-Wan had called to him from? He began kicking the smaller debris aside, looking, looking. Still he didn't know what for. Then it caught his eye…something brown lying among the rubble. Qui-Gon hurried over, knelt down and picked it up. His throat went dry. A Jedi robe…tattered and torn. White with dust from the building, dirty from debris scraping across it…and blood stains on it.

The Jedi master pressed it to his chest and caught his breath. Some Jedi had been in this terribly damaged room. It was too small to be Jareel's. It had to be Daven's or…Obi-Wan's. His throat constricted and he fought for control.

"Hey! What are you doing in here? No one is supposed to be here. It's too dangerous." Qui-Gon recognized the uniform of the security guards outside.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be here. I'll leave at once."

"Wait. Who are you? What are you doing here? What's that you're taking with you?"

"It's a Jedi robe," Qui-Gon tried to keep his voice even as he held it up for the guard to see. "That's why…I was…here…"

The guard seemed to understand the implication. "Someone you knew?" he said quietly. "I'm sorry. Go ahead and take it. I'm sorry…you'll have to leave," he continued gently. "It's dangerous. You understand."

"Yes. I understand. I'm sorry." Slowly and without another word Qui-Gon picked his way back out of the building. The guard watched in silent sympathy. At least he had a memento of someone he'd lost the guard thought to himself.

Qui-Gon began walking slowly back to the building, the brown fabric hugged close to him. His shoulders slumped and he walked slowly as his mind filled with thoughts and feelings. The last year or so had been such an unsettled time in his…and Obi-Wan's life. He thought of all they had faced together…and some things they had to face apart. Some memories, such as how he'd left Obi-Wan behind to go on sabbatical, stung him now. How could he have done that? When he returned…and found Obi-Wan after his kidnapping…did the apprentice really understand how sorry he was for the misunderstanding?

How strongly Obi-Wan had stood by him when he was recovering from his encounters with Ruka. His padawan had helped care for him, so patiently, never complaining. That had a deep effect on their relationship also.

And…there was the kidnapping of Obi-Wan by Haas Kahira when he was so ill. Qui-Gon couldn't forget the sight of his frail, white-faced apprentice being carried off that ship. Kura had saved him. Obi-Wan had almost died from his illness, but he was pulled back by the care that the bionic creature had given him. Now…now…there had been nothing, no one there to pull him back. Qui-Gon wasn't even there with his own padawan to try to help.

The thoughts were overwhelming. Qui-Gon couldn't handle it all right now. It was too much…too much. He tried to reach beyond the thoughts to the Force. It was so hard. The Jedi felt beaten down, exhausted. He could hardly find any strength in him with which to stretch out to the Force.

He had been so reluctant to take Obi-Wan on as his padawan. Now the young man had been ripped from his grasp. The feeling was so oppressive it almost felt like a physical weight had been set on his shoulder. The padawan always added joy to his days. He was so light hearted and full of the exuberance of youth. It would be hard to work past this. Qui-Gon vowed at once not to take another apprentice. Then he tried to push all this from his mind.

Unshed tears and unfocused thoughts made the rest of the walk back only a blur to all his senses.

Mi'al and Vita were making the rounds of the shelter that Intergalactic Relief had established to catch the overflow from the hospital. This much later after the tremor, most surviving victims had been dug out and were already receiving treatment. The pair was checking progress of recovering injuries while the doctors who had been here since the beginning were taking much needed time off.

This was easier on the innocent clone that what he had witnessed on Orino. The first time he'd seen a dead body was there. The first time he'd seen a bloated, half-eaten-by-animals dead body was there. The first time he'd seen how hatred could lead creature to kill fellow creature was there. The memories still made him shudder. He tried to shut them away. Mi'al had tried to talk to him about how he felt, but the Klastarian always tried to avoid it. The healer knew he couldn't keep it locked up inside. One day it would come out. He would just have to wait until Vita was ready to talk.

For now, the green blobby creature was much more at ease with the cases they were treating. It seemed it wasn't the gore of an injury that bothered Vita, but the motivation behind it that disturbed the still naïve clone. The impassive force of nature didn't have hate…or love. These people had been innocent victims of a random occurrence. It was easier for Vita to face what they had suffered.

At the moment they were changing the dressings on the wounds a man had received in the tremor.

"They seem to be healing nicely," Mi'al tried to make encouraging small talk with his patient…something Vita studied just as intently as he studied the healer's medical techniques. "Seems to be little evidence of infection. I'm sure it's painful, but it sounds as if you were one of the lucky ones."

"Yeah, you're right Doc," the man said. "I've heard about some of the other victims. If these cuts and scraps…and the fracture in my foot are all that happened to me…I am one of the lucky ones. I'm supposed to be getting out of here tomorrow. They said they just wanted to watch that one deep cut."

"Yes…it seems to be doing well though. If you had to wait awhile to have that one closed, you most likely lost a lot of blood through it. That's probably another reason they kept you." He patted the man's arm. "You're doing well though. Take care of yourself."

He waved to Mi'al and Vita. Vita's smile always made his golden eyes gleam a lot. The warm glow seemed to win people over and they were instantly friendly with the green creature. The pair moved to the next bed.

"What have we got here Vita?"

The Klastarian looked down at the chart in his hand and was about to answer when Dr. Sarin called out. The two stopped and looked up to see the man hurrying their way.

"Mi'al, sorry to interrupt your rounds. I just found out something you probably want to know about. I was telling one of the doctors that we now had a Jedi healer among us. He tells me that there is a victim in the hospital who is a Jedi."

"Really?" Mi'al replied in surprise. His first instinct was to hurry to the victim's side…but he remembered what he was doing. "Uh…when I finish here would it be all right if I went over to have a look?"

"Of course. That's why I told you. Here, let me help you finish up. I understand his injuries were serious. Let's get you over there as soon as we can."

"Do you know his name?"

"No. Sorry, I didn't think to ask. I was in such a hurry to let you know he was here. Let's get busy."

Jareel and Daven had stopped in briefly to look in on Obi-Wan. The report was the same as it had been. Doing as expected, no more episodes like the one that night. Encouraged that the news wasn't bad, but frustrated that it wasn't better, Jareel forced himself away and back to the capital.

The trip actually took less time today. Some streets had been cleared enough to allow some traffic passage. The people who seemed to be regular fixtures on the street, no where to go, nothing to do, were beginning to decrease as others who had been spared in the tremor reached out to help others. There was some semblance of normalcy returning to the capital. Still, however, were the big piles of rubble to be cleared where there once were buildings. These, too, were beginning to get gradually smaller as the work crews nibbled away at the mess day to day.

The only thing that didn't seem to be getting better was Jareel's heavy heart. There was a reason for that however. He was so busy with the negotiations he'd not had time to deal with his grief properly. Only a few minutes at a time was he able to allow the feelings to surface…and he had to hide them immediately when someone called on him for something. Even in front of Daven he was hesitant to let his true feelings show.

He longed for an end to all this. The big man hoped that Governor Gorr was in a better mood today. He tired of her games. Why couldn't she just speak up…like she finally had yesterday and say what was on her mind? Why did it require so much work to dig things out of her? The blonde Jedi was weary and not of a mood to face that again. He longed to be away from this place of pain and suffering. As long as he had to see others' pain, he would not be able to deal with his own.

"Master?"

"Hmm?" Jareel felt as if he were suddenly awakened from a dream.

"Uh…you missed the turn back there."

"I did? Oh…sorry."

And he was sorrier still by the time he got back to their building. That mistake had taken twenty minutes to correct. The blonde Jedi wanted to be angry with himself and berate himself, but he just couldn't. He already felt beat up and wasn't up to beating on himself further. Daven sensed how his master felt. He wanted to do something to help, but realized there was nothing he could do…except just try to be supportive. For what seemed like the hundredth time in the last three days, the padawan placed a hand on his master's arm without a word. And without a word, Jareel looked over to him and smiled a small smile.

They parked the speeder and walked into the building. The guard easily recognized the big man and only waved as he walked in. No point questioning someone he knew was supposed to be there. In silence the pair walked to the conference room where the governors had been meeting. Apparently they were the first to arrive. Jareel took a seat at the table and Daven sat next to him.

In a couple of minutes Governor Blass entered. He warmly greeted the Jedi and they were making small talk when the door opened. A petite pale woman entered, followed by…

Jareel's mouth fell open. He felt lightheaded as his heart began racing and his breathing became faster. He blinked his eyes. It couldn't be.

Qui-Gon was having the same reaction. He couldn't believe the sight that he was seeing. He, too, felt a little disoriented and swayed a little.

The big man ran to his friend and grabbed him in a tight embrace. So happy he was to see Qui-Gon, Jareel picked him up and swung him around.

"Qui-Gon! Is it really you?" his voice trembled and his eyes teared up. "I thought…I thought…." His throat became tight and he could say no more. Jareel finally put him down…and then Daven grabbed him.

"You two are all right?" Qui-Gon's voice broke as he returned the embrace.

"Weren't you in the hospital…when the quake…." The blonde Jedi swiped at the tears tickling his cheek.

"No. I wasn't. I was…never mind." He suddenly got quiet. He wanted to ask, but didn't trust his voice to say the words. Finally he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Obi-Wan?"

Jareel was confused by the strong reaction of Qui-Gon while asking about the apprentice…and he was suddenly filled with the same guilt that hit him when he found Obi-Wan lying in the rubble. The padawan had gotten seriously injured while under Jareel's care. "I'm so sorry Qui-Gon. He was severely injured, had to have surgery, and is in the hospital…"

Qui-Gon gasped. He couldn't say the words that flashed into his mind. He's not dead!

"Hey…you all right?" Jareel grabbed Qui-Gon. "Here, sit down." He pushed his friend into a chair and knelt down next to him. He had to reassure Qui-Gon. The big man suddenly blurted out, "It's going to be OK. Obi-Wan's going to be fine now. He had compound fractures of an arm and leg, but the doctor says he'll be all right in time. Are you all right?"

"Yes," Qui-Gon croaked out. He couldn't say anything more. He was trying to hold back, but his eyes began to overflow. "I thought…I thought…." He stopped and took a deep breath. Then he buried his face in his hands. His body trembled for a moment.

Guilt was crushing down more heavily on Jareel now. This strong response to Obi-Wan's injuries was helping fuel it. He was certain Qui-Gon was trying to say, "I thought he'd be safe with you." Jareel put a hand on his friend's arm. His voice almost broke as he said, "I'm so sorry Qui-Gon. I truly am. But…I stayed with him until the paramedics arrived. We've been to see him everyday…"

And then finally the elder Jedi was able to say it. "I thought…he was…dead."

"Dead? Why ever would you think that? No…he's not dead. His injuries were bad, but he's very much alive. Oh my friend, no wonder you…. Oh Qui-Gon. You thought all this time he was…." Jareel pulled his friend to him in an embrace. Daven wrapped his arms around both of them. What must Qui-Gon have been going through? He couldn't imagine. "It's all right. He's going to be fine. Especially now that he knows you aren't…"

The two Jedi masters were quiet for a moment. Then they knew they had to get themselves under control. They separated and began to take in slow deep breaths.

The governors had watched it all in amazed interest. Gorr had already discovered that morning who Qui-Gon was. She was glad to see Jareel find out his friend was all right. The woman was trying to explain it all to Blass while trying to listen to them and wipe her own tears away. Blass just sat in stunned silence at what was transpiring before him. It was a remarkable story.

Then after a couple of silent moments, Jareel stood and turned to face the governors. "My apologies Governors." He stopped to take a breath. "I'm sure you understand. Please give us a few minutes…and then we can begin."

"Are you serious?" Gorr said. "Forget about this. The negotiations have waited this long. One more day will not hurt. I think you three should spend this day together."

"I agree," Blass said. "This is quite an…emotional experience you've been through. I think it would be best if you took the day off. It will serve us all better if you have time to deal with this. We will resume the talks when you are…more clear headed."

The big Jedi stopped for another breath. "We appreciate this very much…more than you know." He bowed to the two executives. Jareel turned back to Qui-Gon and hauled him out of the chair. He embraced him yet again and the three Jedi walked out arm in arm in arm.

"Hits you hard doesn't it?" Blass said as he saw his counterpart try to surreptitiously wipe a tear away.

"What are you talking about?" she tried to say in a haughty voice…but that tremble in it gave her away. "It nice that his friend is alive. I just have something in my eye. Excuse me while I go see what it is."

The man just smiled as he watched her hurry from the room.

Daven took the controls of the speeder. They were heading back to Ulnar at once. Qui-Gon wanted more than anything to see his apprentice. The two masters chattered back and forth during the long drive. Each was telling his side of events during and since the tremor. It was hard to hear Qui-Gon tell of the night when he was certain Obi-Wan was dying. Jareel was upset with himself. It he hadn't intervened and Obi-Wan had gained consciousness so that he could communicate with his master, the misunderstanding of Obi-Wan's hallucination would never have happened.

"No, Jareel. You can't blame yourself. You thought you were doing the right thing," Qui-Gon tried to assure him. "If I had been dead…I would rather that you had waited until Obi-Wan was more able to handle it to let him find out. You did the right thing…the thing I would have wanted."

"But," Jareel could hardly talk through his tight throat. He took a breath and tried again. "But…that's what caused you to think he was…"

Qui-Gon squeezed the big arm. "Jareel. You did the right thing. Don't feel guilty. Besides, it's all over now. Everything worked out." He brushed a tear away. "I'm just glad to know…he's going to be all right."

The big man still couldn't be completely soothed. "I'm sorry Qui-Gon. I wish I had known this was going to happen. I wish I had been in that conference room. I had a bad feeling…"

"Shh! That's enough. Even you can't stop a quake old friend. We had some…." Now Qui-Gon had to stop for a moment. "We had some rough times…but it's in the past. Everything…is going to work out." He paused again. "Obi-Wan is all right. Everyone is all right now. That's all that counts."

"I'm so glad you're all right. I'm glad you are in tune with the Force. If you hadn't followed that leading to go with Marinarus…you would have been in that hospital when…"

Both Jedi were silent for a long moment. Daven had been quiet while they talked. He was content to just listen to the two friends. Every word was a testimony to their friendship and concern…not only for each other, but the padawans as well. It probably was not a good tribute to "There is no emotion" but it was a tribute to the human spirit. Jedi or not, they still had feelings to be dealt with. And this certainly seemed to be a healthy way to deal with them…in expressing affection and concern for fellow Jedi.

The complete story unfolded mostly in short sentences as each man could still feel the great pain and suffering that they had seen and had endured in all that had happened since the tremor. There were many tears, many fond grasps of hands, many totally silent moments, even a couple of quick laughs. It was a catharsis of all that had been pent up…waiting to be addressed later…later…when the talks were over, when away from this place. It was a great relief for all three to finally be able to deal with what had been eating away at them inside.

And Qui-Gon was happy to have much to keep him occupied during the trip. He was impatient to see his apprentice. He still had the thought that getting out to walk would better than all the waiting they doing.

But finally the big building loomed before them. "There's the hospital Master Qui-Gon," Daven said.

The Jedi master could feel his heart begin to beat a little faster. He forced himself to take a breath and calm. Jareel reached once more for his hand and squeezed it. Neither said anything, but much passed in the glance they exchanged.

"Mi'al!" Qui-Gon exclaimed. "What…." The sentence went unfinished and the healer forgotten as the Jedi's blue eyes passed from him to the still form in the bed. Qui-Gon hurried over and took Obi-Wan's uninjured hand. In a quiet voice he said, "It's all right now Padawan. I'm here." He ignored the drop racing down his face and just studied his padawan's calm face. Calm. He was glad to see that. An extreme counterpoint to the last contact he had with Obi-Wan. He could say nothing more. Qui-Gon ignored all the other activity in the room. At that moment, there was just he and his apprentice. Injured…but alive! Alive.

"Mi'al," Jareel said. "What are you doing here?"

"I just arrived yesterday as part of the Intergalactic Relief medical team. I only found out this morning about Obi-Wan. I came as soon as I could. Are the rest of you all right? Are there any other Jedi on Lamorah?"

"No, we four are the only ones. We're all right…now."

From what he could see…and feel, the healer had a feeling that there was much he didn't know…yet. That could wait though. He walked to Qui-Gon's side. "He's going to be fine. They have taken good care of him. It might take some time, but he'll be all right."

Qui-Gon only glanced at him…but it was enough for Mi'al to see his eyes. He had a feeling that Qui-Gon had only just found out about Obi-Wan. The healer put a hand on his shoulder and began talking quietly to him.

Daven had been trying to look at Vita, without looking like he was. It was obvious the creature was suddenly uncomfortable with the arrival of the other Jedi. He looked down and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Jareel had the feeling that perhaps Mi'al wanted to talk to Qui-Gon alone…and maybe Qui-Gon wanted some time with Obi-Wan. Almost everyone in the room seemed upset or uncomfortable.

"Come on," he said to Vita and Daven. "Let's go…take a walk. Maybe get something to drink." He wasn't sure how to react around Vita…but he couldn't just walk out and leave him standing there in the awkward environment.

As they walked down the hallway the Klastarian shyly said, "I'm Vita Noseen."

Jareel tried not to let his reaction show when he heard that name…but he sure had some questions for Mi'al!

"I'm Jareel Noraan and this is my apprentice Daven Madond."

"Hello. I've been working with Mi'al on his work for Intergalactic Relief."

"That's what I heard. Could you…tell me more about what you two have done?"

Vita brightened at once, "Sure! I'd love to. It's been great helping people."

Obi-Wan slowly became aware of the quiet voices. His eyes fluttered open. Suddenly the voices were quiet. He turned his head a little to see Qui-Gon standing over him. "Master," he said in a groggy tone. Then he remembered. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon answered. Now was not the time to lose control…again. He was fighting to hold everything back…but it was so hard. Yes, he knew Obi-Wan was going to be all right, but now seeing him finally awake…everything came back with new impact.

As drowsy as he still felt, even Obi-Wan couldn't help but notice Qui-Gon's eyes. "Master? What's wrong?"

That's all it took. Unshed tears began streaming down his face into his beard. The Jedi master swiped at them, trying to make it seem as if it were nothing. "Nothing's wrong Padawan," his quavering voice replied. "Everything is fine…now."

But the apprentice was not satisfied with the answer. He could feel too much from his master. "What's wrong?" he quietly insisted.

"I'll tell you later. Just rest…just rest."

Nothing could move Qui-Gon from Obi-Wan's side that day. The apprentice was still bewildered…but it could wait. It would have to. He didn't feel up to debating his master just yet.

Finally, late in the day, Jareel insisted that his friend take a break. Qui-Gon and the big man were standing on a terrace, watching the sun sink lower and lower. So far, neither had said a word…but the blonde Jedi had something he wanted to talk to Qui-Gon about. He had been waiting for the right moment. Still he was loath to break the silence. Instead he involuntarily sighed.

"Something wrong?" the elder Jedi asked.

"Wrong…oh no. How can anything be wrong now? Everything's right."

"Yes. Everything is finally right. Thank you for checking on Obi-Wan while he was in the hospital."

"Nothing to thank me for. I would have done it anyway. It's good to see him awake…instead of so still…or…hallucinating."

"Yes…everything is finally right."

"More than you know," the blonde man smiled a little.

Finally Qui-Gon turned and faced his friend. "Oh…what is it?"

"I've learned many things during this old friend. But there's one thing in particular I wanted to share with you." He waited to see what Qui-Gon would say…but he said nothing. He only stared in silence. Jareel stared back out toward the golden sun. "I've learned that there's nothing wrong with being a better knight…but there is a balance that has to be achieved. I can't hide my true personality."

"Oh…wise words." The elder Jedi was anxious to hear more.

"Wise words from a wise man I know. But I had to learn it for myself…and I think I have." He was silent for a long minute. "Even being a serious, more focused, studious…and non-prank playing Jedi couldn't prepare me for all I've faced here. I couldn't stop it from happening by being more focused. I couldn't keep Obi-Wan from getting hurt by being more studious. I couldn't keep my best friend from going through his ordeal by being more serious. There's nothing wrong with those things…but I think I would have performed pretty much the same even as the old Jareel. My new focus has helped, but…I can't spend every moment of the day in only meditation or learning. There has to be time for relaxation…for recreation. There has to be a balance. Jedi or not…there has to be a balance of focus and a balance of activity."

"I'm very glad to hear you say that Jareel," Qui-Gon replied quietly. "I've been worried about you. I knew you couldn't hold the old Jareel inside always. I wondered how you would react when you figured that out. I didn't know if it would be a…strong reaction…like after Charon when you went hard right."

"You were right…and Mi'al was right. I was too stubborn to admit it. But I understand so many things now. I'm truly sorry to see Obi-Wan, and so many others, hurt over this…but if it had to happen, I'm glad I was here. It has been something I needed to see, needed to experience. It has changed my life as much as Charon. I can be lighthearted and yet focused."

Qui-Gon put an arm around his friend's broad shoulders. "I'm glad you've learned. I hope the lesson will stay with you."

"Aye. I think it will. It was a hard classroom I learned it in. It will stay with me. There's just one thing…"

"Yes?"

"How am I going to break the news to Leish that the old Jareel is back?"

Qui-Gon laughed…and Jareel was happy to see a smile on the tired, drawn face.

"The governors worked easily together Master. What slowed the negotiations was Governor Gorr's efforts to try to come up with a settlement that she felt her legislature would ratify. One of her aides was working simultaneously in the background while she and Governor Blass talked. He was contacting the governor's supporters to let them know what was going on and how they felt about certain provisions. This did make the mediations much longer…but has resulted in an agreement that both executives think their government…and their people will support."

"All of you are to be commended for your efforts on Lamorah," Mace Windu began. "Especially in light of the quake and the, ah…unusual circumstances in which you had to work. Very well done."

Jareel, Daven, and Qui-Gon bowed. "Thank you Master," they said almost simultaneously.

"Glad we are also to know our worst fears were unfounded," Yoda added now that the more formal part of the report had ended. "Obi-Wan…continues to improve does he?"

"Yes my Master," Qui-Gon reported with a smile. "He received good care on Lamorah and under Kiel's watchful eye, he is doing well."

"Glad I am that things were…not worse," the little green Jedi said vaguely. He'd had private talks with each of the Jedi and knew what assumptions had been made. All that was in the past now and he didn't want to touch on it very much. They had to begin their recovery now…looking forward, not backward.

Windu picked up. "Qui-Gon you will be on light duty until Kiel clears you. He informed us of the status of your injuries. Jareel, you and Daven will also be on light duty until further notice."

"But we were not injured Master Windu," the big Jedi said in confusion.

"At least not seriously," the dark man replied. "At any rate, after the ordeal you have been through, we think a rest is in order." Jareel started to argue but Windu held up his hand. "That will be all. May the Force be with you."

The three Jedi bowed and exited the council chamber.

"Space pirate," Jareel muttered as they got on the lift.

"He's right you know," Qui-Gon replied. "That was rough. A little rest will do you both good. And…by the way, since when do I have find out about your injuries from a third party. Why didn't you tell me what happened to you?"

"Ah…it was minor. Besides, I was recovering fine. It was not important. And…just where did you find it out from?" Jareel looked sidelong at Daven who was studying the lift doors.

"It wasn't from Daven," Qui-Gon replied.

"Then who?"

The lift doors opened and the Jedi exited. "Well…I'm going to my quarters to rest a bit before I go harass Obi-Wan."

"Wait just a minute," Jareel said as he grabbed Qui-Gon's arm.

"Gentlemen, it's good to see all of you back." They turned to see who spoke. Master Leish was approaching. "It sounds like you had a…trying mission."

Not wanting to go over the details…again, Qui-Gon waved his hand dismissively. "It was a mission…like all other missions. Rarely are there 'easy' missions."

"Hmm. You accept it with such grace. Commendable. Master Jareel, has your new focus helped you in facing these…easy missions?"

Qui-Gon could see the blonde Jedi's pale blue eyes gleaming. "Leish, I've been wanting to talk to you. Shall we go have a cup of tea maybe…and talk about focus…and balance maybe…." He didn't wait for an answer but began dragging the green humanoid along with him.

"Jareel," Qui-Gon spoke up. "Don't you think…"

"It's all right old friend. All we are going to do is talk. Just talk."

The elder Jedi shook his head and watched the two walk away as Jareel began talking animatedly about…something Qui-Gon couldn't quite hear. "Aren't you going along?" he asked Daven.

The apprentice's dark eyes had not twinkled like that in a long time. "I'm happy to see Master Jareel…back…but I'm not sure I want to be around for this…discussion. I'm too tired to have to wait in the council chamber anteroom to talk to Master Yoda after Master Leish complains to him."

Qui-Gon chuckled. He felt tired…but good. Obi-Wan was going to be all right and Jareel was going to be all right. "Come on," the Jedi master put an arm around the apprentice's shoulder. "I'll walk you to your quarters. Later we can talk to Obi-Wan. We won't wait on Jareel. I think he's going to be…occupied for awhile…either with Leish…or Master Yoda."

The two walked away grinning and laughing. Yes…everything was going to be all right…now.

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