These are just little random one-shots that I will be doing about the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. They will be updated as often as I can, and if any wants me to expand on any of them or if you have a prompt for me, just say in the review :)
/words\\ = Bond speak
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Obi-Wan didn't think things could get any worse. He and his Master had been on some very dangerous missions before, but this one really exceeded all expectations. They had travelled to the planet Aar, where the Aar'aa lived. They were a sentient, reptilian species who were well-known for being the enforcers of the Hutts or guards for the t'landa til on their religious journeys.
The reason that the Jedi had been sent to the planet, was the emergence of a religious cult, which caused the chief officials to be concerned. They had first believed that it would be a simple negotiation, but almost as soon as the Jedi arrived in the cult camp, the leader turned the crowd against them, stating that they got their Force powers from witchcraft.
At first this wasn't a problem, with Qui-Gon being as diplomatic as possible, however a few days into the negotiations, the pair found themselves being dragged from their beds and injected them with an unknown substance that dulled their connection to the Force, practically cutting them off from it. Their lightsabers had been confiscated, with the guards now taunting the two Jedi by holding them up and waving them just out of reach.
That was how Obi-Wan got into this particular situation…tied to a large pole, wood under his feet and the leader holding a burning torch. The leader turned to face the crowd and seemed to be making a grand speech. Obi-Wan had never been so thankful for the lack of the translator droid (their one having been destroyed during the ambush), because whatever the leader was saying, the crowd seemed to be agreeing and glaring at the young boy.
Twisting his head around, he focused on his Master. The man was being held in a basic, wooden cage, but with his connection to the Force dulled and no lightsaber readily available, getting out was more difficult. Qui-Gon was pulling against the bars and staring at Obi-Wan desperately, who tried to smile reassuringly at him…probably not very successfully as he could feel the sweat dripping down his face as he tried not to panic.
Suddenly, he heard the leader's voice get even closer and after twisting his head around the face the front, his eyes widened in shock. The leader's face was only a few inches from his own as the man (?) hissed at him, a smirk on its face. Obi-Wan tried to remain calm and reason with the leader, "I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying, but if you-"
Before he could finish, the leader span around and held up his arms in triumph, gesturing to Obi-Wan with the still-burning torch…this was not good. As the speech seemed to be drawing to a close, Obi-Wan tried to focus on the Force and called out through the bond, as the torch lit the wood underneath his feet.
/MASTER!\\
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Qui-Gon didn't have to have the bond to know that his padawan was scared. As the smoke billowed up from the flames, Qui-Gon could hear Obi-Wan chocking and coughing as he struggled to breath, causing the Jedi Master to struggle furiously, his fists tightening against the wooden bars. This couldn't be happening…he couldn't be useless at a time where his padawan needed him the most. The smoke was now so thick that Qui-Gon could barely see Obi-Wan…but he could still hear him.
He winced as the coughing only increased in volume…until nothing. "OBI-WAN!" he yelled. He pulled against the bars and scowled as the guards laughed at the sight of his padawan slumping over and going limp against his restraints. The guards stepped back towards the cage and Qui-Gon saw his chance. Seeing their lightsabers attached to one of the guard's belts, he snatched them and used his to slice through the bars, allowing him to hop out and head towards his student.
He leapt over the heads of the crowd and behind the pole where Obi-Wan was being kept, using his lightsaber to carefully slice through the ropes holding his padawan up. The leader hissed threateningly at him, but Qui-Gon couldn't focus on that. He ran in the direction of the Aar'aa city, clutching his padawan close to him and swiping at anything that got in his way.
Almost as soon as he reached the city, they were ushered into the medical centre and Obi-Wan was taken away by the healers. Qui-Gon stared after them in dismay as he was approached by the King of the city and another translator droid. "My Master takes it the negotiations did not go as plan?"
Qui-Gon shook his head wearily, "They took us by surprise…tied my padawan to a pole and set it alight."
The King opened his mouth to say something, but found himself interrupted when something exploded near the walls of the city. A guard came running down the corridor towards them and hissed something at the King in panic as another explosion shook the city. The translator droid turned to Qui-Gon, "The cult leader and his followers are attacking the city…" The King hissed, "…and his Royal Highness would like to ask for your help against them."
Qui-Gon glanced in the direction of the Healers room, before nodding. "Alright, but you must know that I will not kill any of them for you."
The King seemed displeased at this, but nodded in agreement. With another glance towards the Healers room, Qui-Gon activated his lightsaber and attempted to reach out to the Force again.
/I will be with you soon Padawan.\\
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The fight was long and exhausting. Despite may of the cult members being untrained, they fought with all their might and there were many times where Qui-Gon found himself struggling, especially as his connection to the Force was dulled and he couldn't use his lightsaber (in an attempt not to kill). The only weapon he had was a stun blaster…and his aim was shocking.
However, with the help of the Aar'aa guards, the cult members were eventually all caught and imprisoned with only a few injured and one dead. Qui-Gon glanced around at the courtyard. It was pure chaos, with many ordinary citizens hiding in their houses as soldiers banged on the doors and searched the building, in case any cult members had tried to hide. There was no sign of the cult leader, which caused great concern for Qui-Gon. As he headed back to the main building, the King and the translator droid were waiting for him.
"His Royal Highness would like to thank you for helping to stop this dangerous cult."
Qui-Gon bowed slightly, "You need not thank me Your Highness. I regret to inform you that we have not yet caught the leader."
The King waved his hand in a dismissive manner and hissed. The translator nodded, "It is of no concern. The coward is probably hiding in a house, where he will be found, or he ran back to his camp. His Royal Highness assures you that no matter what, he will be found."
Qui-Gon nodded in thanks before making his excuses and heading towards the Healers Wing, located in a separate tower. As he strode down the corridors, he couldn't help but notice the sympathetic looks he received off of many of the Healers….at least, he though they were sympathetic. One of the Healers seemed to recognise who he was and pointed him towards the relevant room.
"We've done it Obi-Wan…" he stated as he entered the room, "…the cult members have been imprisoned. You should really come and see, I have a feeling that you'll appreciate it."
He was met with complete silence. There was no voice groaning about being in the Healers Wing again, sighing in relief about another close call…or even any reassuring beeps to signal any life at all. His padawan lay deathly still on the bed, his face pale and slight burns on the soles of his feet.
"Obi-Wan?" Nothing. "Oh no…"
Qui-Gon shook his head in denial, quickly striding over to the bed and grabbed a hold of Obi-Wan's hand. He sat there, for what seemed like hours, his head bowed low as he slowly felt the Force come back to him…and felt nothing over the bond. The only solace that Qui-Gon had, was that the bond was not completely severed.
Suddenly, what little connection he had to the Force called out a warning, causing him to spin around and grab the wrist of someone behind him. The leader of the cult hissed and struggled against the grip, the knife in his hand glinting as it reflected the setting sun. Using all of his strength, Qui-Gon pushed the Aar'aa away, trying to get him away from his padawan, making sure to remove the knife. The leader fell against the far wall and held up his hands in a sign of defence, but Qui-Gon shook his head. "You need to listen to me. Your little cult is finished and you will most likely be tried for treason….and you had better hope a murder trial is not added onto your list of crimes, because if my padawan doesn't make it then-"
/Master?\\
Qui-Gon stopped as their bond flared to life and he span around to see Obi-Wan lifting himself up off of the bed, coughing slightly as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. However, before Qui-Gon could say anything, he heard a threatening hiss from behind him. Thinking quickly, Qui-Gon grabbed Obi-Wan, carrying him in bridal fashion and running out of the door just as a blaster shot struck the bed where Obi-Wan was once sitting. He ran out into the corridor and ran towards the stairs in an attempt to gain the high ground.
/Master! I can walk! \\ Obi-Wan weakly yelled through the bond as the run jostled him, causing him to cough and try to catch his breath.
/Not as fast as he can little one! \\
Before they could reach the stairs, the Force called out another warning and Qui-Gon was forced to drop Obi-Wan on the floor as the leader leapt at them, sending both him and Qui-Gon threw a nearby window…which was about seven stories up.
"M-master!" cried out Obi-Wan, as he crawled towards the window and peered over the edge. What he saw caused him to sigh in relief. Clasping onto the edge of the window ledge was his Master…but crawling up the vines was the leader. The man (?) clambered onto the ledge besides Obi-Wan and stood up to his full height, holding the blaster at Obi-Wan's head.
"And he sssssshall ssssssmite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pitssssssss of hell!"
Before the trigger could be pulled however, Qui-Gon shoot up into the air and back-flipped over his padawan, before holding his lightsaber against the neck of the leader. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The leader simply smirked, his finger tightening on the trigger. However, before anything could be done, Qui-Gon sliced the blade of the lightsaber across the leader's neck, causing him to gurgle and choke before falling off of the ledge and down to the ground below. Qui-Gon shook his head in sadness and sheathed his weapon, before kneeling down in order to help Obi-Wan off of the ground. Obi-Wan grinned up at his Master, "You have got to teach me that at some point!"
Qui-Go smirked and raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "Teach you what?"
Obi-Wan coughed slightly, "The manoeuvre you've just performed, where you save yourself from falling from a great height, by using the Force to propel yourself up onto safer ground and then engaging your lightsaber in order to best a foe."
"Oh, that manoeuvre."
Obi-Wan nodded, "I can't help but feel it might come in use one day!"
Qui-Gon felt a dull ache near his chest at these words and grimaced, "I can only hope that it never comes to that. If there ever comes a time where I am not there to help you, then you may use that move…..in the meantime, I would like you to trust me. Trust me to keep you safe."
"Of course Master…b-but can you extend the same courtesy to me?"
"…I can certainly make my best attempt Padawan."
"That's all I ask Master."
