Alternate Jedi Apprentice: Anti-Force Jedi? Ki?

Ki + Force = ?


By me, ^_~ Akira Sazanami, my aniki Trunks, and Amy-sama!

This story is an x-over, alternate, and it has original characters as well as 'owned' characters. ~.^ Just warning you in advance, of course.

Standard Disclaimer and Ramblings From the Author (AKA Skip this part to get to the story):

Blahblahblah, none of these characters belong to me (*-*;; But I'd like to keep Obi-Wan to myself...) I took them from Jedi Apprentice books. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Xanatos, Si Treemba, and Clat'Ha belong to © Lucasfilms or Lucas, whatever. But with that said, now you can't sue me for plagarism, so HA! I would see no point in that since I have no money, and I'm not even old enough to work... least not the jobs I wanna work at. ^_~ There are lots of fanfic writers here, and there would be no fics to enjoy other readers if you do sue. So THERE!

And here's when things get interesting!! At least IMHO. ^_^ Tasuki is © of Yuu Watase, and whoever. I don't have the time and patience to go onto the web to see who LEGALLY owns him. But he doesn't belong to me, and I basically took him into my story. But I don't intend to use him for evil purposes like.. plagarism and all. -.- The same goes to Trunks who is © of Akira Toriyama and whoever else he belongs to. Basically, they DON'T belong to me, alright? I wanted to use them in my story. Tora belongs to Amy, and blahblahblah. ^_~

But this story's mine (as well to my co-authors), and all rights reserved and all that crap. ^_~ And special thanks (again) to my aniki (Trunks) and my Amy-sama. *-* It would be wrong to say that the story is all mine.... *-* arigato!! Really, I'm not doing this for money, my slaves-- err, I mean co-workers/co-authors just want to have fun with this. I don't mean to steal anything or plagarize any of Lucas' fine work.

By the way, this takes place after Book #2, in the Jedi Apprentice series. I highly recommend you read it. ^_^ It may look like a children's book, but I assure you, it's a must-have for those wondering about the Jedi ways and Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. If you have any questions, email me. ^_^

Chapter 4


Si Treemba let his arms go of the group. Clat'Ha patted Obi-Wan's head. She knew that there was no turning back. Of course she would miss the boy, but somewhere within, she knew that he would be back.

They all broke the hug and Obi-Wan looked at Clat'Ha warmly. "I'll miss you." The boy seemed so innocent and cute when he had said that, it was almost as if he wasn't a Jedi. Well, at least he wasn't a Jedi yet...

Qui-Gon looked down at his Padawan. "Obi-Wan, you are to become a Jedi. You'll probably see them again. And you will many things and people. People who you might befriend as Si Treemba and Clat'Ha."

"Words of wisdom, Qui-Gon." Si Treemba answered.

Clat'Ha also nodded. But Obi-Wan looked doubtful. "But... Master, don't I still have to leave them anyway? Jedis are not to have any homes and stay in once place."

Qui-Gon had no answer to that. No one in the group (Si Treemba, Clat'Ha, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan) did. And so Qui-Gon spoke the truth. "I realize that Obi-Wan. But what can I say? Will that stop you from making more friends or becoming more depressed?"

"I guess so Master." The boy still looked doubtful.

Clat'Ha kneeled down to Obi-Wan's height and took both of his hands. "Obi-Wan, have faith. We shall see each other again. I am sure that Si Treemba and I will not be able to maintain peace on this planet very long. After all, Offworld still stands and the Hutts are still driven with greed and power."

Si Treemba continued the little speech. "But don't worry Obi-Wan. We can handle them. We will hold them off. We shall also see each other again, alright?"

Obi-Wan nodded slowly. "I... guess I understand."

"Good, because I think the pilot is going to leave without us." Qui-Gon said. "I suggest that we should get going. Obi-Wan, can you take our belongings inside while I talk to Clat'Ha?"

Obi-Wan nodded. After all, he was the Padawan. Si Treemba looked at him. "We will help you too, Obi-Wan." The two proceeded to walk to the transport ship, and waited for the door to lower.

Qui-Gon turned to Clat'Ha. "Well, I guess this is goodbye for now, right?" Clat'Ha said, smirking. There was no real sadness in her at all. Just the pure faith that she knew she would see them again, if not she would be happy. "You don't know how grateful we should be to--"

"Please Clat'Ha, we've already been through this!" Qui-Gon tried to look his best to look flustered, but Clat'Ha saw right through his plot.

"Qui-Gon!!" Instead of trying to talk, Clat'Ha grinned evilly. She began to tickle the great Jedi knight.

***


Obi-Wan carried the bags and stuff inside. Si Treemba helped. "Obi-Wan, what do you think?"

The question caught the young apprentice by surprise. "What?"

"What do you think about leaving?"

"I..." How do I feel? I feel terrible. I don't want to leave! "I don't want to leave... but like you said, this is my dream."

"I see." Si Treemba answered, barely audible. That was a shock to Obi-Wan, a bit. Si Treemba had identified himself as an individual. But that was a good thing. It meant Si Treemba was getting stronger and would not always depend on others. The Arconan would be an individual. Si Treemba tucked some of the bags away in a cabinet. "But... what if you don't come back?"

Obi-Wan laughed. "Of course I'll be back Si Treemba, you and Clat'Ha said so yourselves. I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't--"

The young Arconan held Obi-Wan Kenobi by his shoulders firmly. "We were not talking about that, Obi-Wan. We were talking about what if... you are unable to complete your training and if something... unfortunate happens..."

Obi-Wan never tended to ponder an option like that. It just never came to his mind. After all, he had been chasing after his dream or trying to do something to prove himself. He just didn't have time to think about it. "Like if I die?" Paling at the thought, Obi-Wan shook his head. "I'll try my best not to. I wanted to be a Jedi Knight more than anything. I don't want to think about that."

Si Treemba seemed to accept the answer. "We are glad. We will see each other again."

"Yes," Obi-Wan nodded. "We will. Now let's get to work and put away all these things."

***


Clat'Ha reigned over the Jedi knight's body with victory. Her hair was astray, her dress wrinkled, but her face radiating amusement. Qui-Gon squirmed from under her. "Clat'Ha, I give up!!" Qui-Gon laughed as he got a poke in the ribs for an answer.

"No way, Jedi Knight!! I shall reign over you with this victory..." Clat'Ha kept him securely pinned to the ground. If there were any ongoing seers, they might have wondered why the two were doing on each other.

Qui-Gon seemed to not pay attention to Clat'Ha. There was a disturbance in the Force. There seemed to be too much of energy. He had felt an aura of the power. The Force was strong, but so much at one point? Was this a sign? A good thing or a bad thing? Curiousity tugged at Qui-Gon's mind. Gathering the Force around him, he sensed--

"...Qui-Gon? Qui-Gon?" Clat'Ha's voice ran through his musings. Qui-Gon shook his head, clearing some of his thoughts. "Qui-Gon, are you alright? I've been calling out your name for the past few minutes." She was standing up and pulled Qui-Gon to his feet.

Qui-Gon shook his head free. "I'm sorry Clat'Ha... it's just..." He looked towards the hall they had come through, sensing something strong in the Force coming towards them. It wasn't the Dark side. Experience with Xanatos told him that. But something drew him towards the hallway...

A figure rounded the hall clad in a deep black cape. Concealing as it was, one could tell that underneath lay a feminine, yet strong body. Running faster, the hood slid down, revealing a face with gentle features. The woman's hair was tied back, but two smaller braids of soft viridian dangled down from either side of her face. Her eyes shining brightly, and were the color of smoke laced with a pale green...

Qui-Gon's gaze settled on the beautiful woman that had run towards him. Clat'Ha looked from Qui-Gon to the woman. She almost didn't realize she was gritting her teeth in the beauty of the woman. Blinking, she wondered why. What was happening? Did she miss something? Oh well, she would let Qui-Gon handle this. It was really none of her business, and the green/bluish haired woman seemed to have turned to Qui-Gon. She kept quiet and held her breath slightly as she watched the two.

The woman was breathless, she stood in front of them, panting heavily. She seemed to be in quite a hurry. Quite worried too... Qui-Gon noted. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he wondered what she was doing here. This transport ship was assigned to Obi-Wan and himself. Not to anyone else. At least, not to his knowledge. Was she a spy? A danger? After all, Xanatos still controlled Offworld and no one still cared for Bandomeer. Threats like these clouded Qui-Gon's mind. Shaking his head again, he wondered why he was so concerned.

The woman had slowed her breating slightly and her eyes locked with Qui-Gon's. Then realization hit him... hard. Instantly, Qui-Gon knew who she was. But before Qui-Gon could say anything, she stood up, almost regal like, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Qui-Gon!!" The woman's voice rang through the hallway. She leapt at him with energy of that of a child. Clat'Ha widened her eyes in surprise. Who does this woman think she is?!?! Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fists also, ready to attack. Inside, she fumed with something like... jealousy? But the woman didn't seem to do anything wrong and Qui-Gon seemed to know her.

Qui-Gon fell over in a heap, but protected the woman from getting hurt. He then took the time to look her in the eyes again. Her eyes were no longer playful. Fear and worry had taken over. "Damnit, have you seen a little girl with short dark brown hair and green eyes? She's small and is wearing a white tunic, a bit feminine and she looks really innocent and--"

"N-nice to see you too, Tora. Clat'Ha, this is Tora. She's a Jedi Knight as well. At least, that's what I think... Tora, this is Clat'Ha, a friend." Qui-Gon smiled. So this was what he was sensing. Nothing to be afraid of. If you were on her good side. Then you were safe.

Then Qui-Gon looked deeper into the woman's eyes. Just a look explained pure worry. It was that look that women always gave men when they needed help. But when it was Tora... that was extreme. It scared him.

Clat'Ha fumed silently a bit. But she did not keep it to herself for long. "WHAT are you trying to do?"

Tora stood up and brushed herself off. Her green eyes suddenly sparkled to life. She almost gave a glare to Clat'Ha.

Qui-Gon grimaced. Clat'Ha was getting on Tora's bad side.

"It's been a while!! What are you so worried--" Qui-Gon tried to continue his little conversation. Tora glared at Qui-Gon as she cut him off. "Feh. I don't have time for this. I'm looking for a kid." Tora repeated her description. "Short, small, got green eyes, in a white tunic. She's a little squeaky..."

"Why would we have seen a little kid here?" Clat'Ha was obviously not happy with Tora. Her voice hinted a bit of annoyance. "This hallway leads to a transport." If one looked closely, they could see Clat'Ha glower. Tora glared right back. "Tora, is that all you're worried about? A kid?" Qui-Gon asked. Qui-Gon knew Tora as a kind person, but not one who attached to anyone so quickly. And a child? With Tora? Clat'Ha also added to the answer. "Well this is no place for children and what are you trying to do here?"

Tora almost visibly flared. "Hell..." She spat out rather bitterly, "She ain't just a KID!" Qui-Gon almost paled. Clat'Ha almost backed off. "...That's why I need to find her!"

Clat'Ha looked skeptical. "May I ask..." Gritting her teeth, she barely said the next words. "WHY you threw yourself at Qui-Gon?"

Tora smirked at Clat'Ha. "That was a greeting. What's it to you?"

Oh boy. What luck, what joy I have gotten into.. Qui-Gon looked at the two fiery eyed women. If he got between them, he wondered if he would get out in one piece. "Clat'Ha... Tora's a really good friend!" Qui-Gon never really got to get nervous in front of people like this, but this was Tora and Clat'Ha. And they clashed horribly. Even without the Force, one could sense high danger between the two.

And if someone was listening when Clat'Ha was QUIETLY mumbling to herself, they would have heard something like.. "I'll give her a greeting of my own..."

Amidst all the glaring and staring (from Qui-Gon), Tora finally spoke. "Look, I HAVE to find my Padawan. Are you totally SURE that you haven't seen her?"

"Your Padawan?" Clat'Ha asked. "You have a Padawan?" Qui-Gon also asked. That must mean Tora really is a knight. How... interesting. "You have one?"

Clat'Ha forgot her anger and pushed it aside. A child was missing. There was no time for petty... arguments. "Qui-Gon?" She looked to them both. If they were good childhood friends, wouldn't they have known? "I thought you two were childhood friends?"

Tora turned her worried face into a scowl. "Why WOULDN'T I?" Ignoring Clat'Ha's question, Tora turned to Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon could almost sweat under the heat of her glare. "S-sorry!! I... haven't seen you in a long time, Tora!! So you're a Jedi Knight as well?"

Tora looked insulted. "Che... of course I am." And she mumbled under her breath.... "Men..."

At that moment, Clat'Ha returned to her fiery manner. Qui-Gon sighed, knowing he was helpless to the... uh... fierce ones. Clat'Ha looked to Tora with almost something of a glare. "We didn't see anybody here. This is Qui-Gon Jinn's and Obi-Wan Kenobi's transport ship entrance. What are you doing here looking for your Padawan?" Besides being fierce, Clat'Ha was also straight to the point. No mess, no problem. Blunt.

Qui-Gon blinked. "No... as Clat'Ha said, we have seen no one and--"

Tora had yet again cut him off. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Qui-Gon, but I sensed my Padawan around here..." Turning to Clat'Ha, she mildly answered back. Her voice was rather... neutral. "That's for your question..."

Oh boy. What the hell did I get myself into this time? He could have sworn that Clat'Ha would have hissed right back at Tora if he hadn't stepped in front of them. "Ah~ why don't we talk on the way there? After all, I have stalled my flight for too long. And Tora, please settle down. I would have noticed your Padawan by now."

Tora sighed. Qui-Gon doesn't understand. She was so happy to see him as their eyes met. And who was this Clat'Ha woman?

But Clat'Ha was not done. "Figures, I didn't know people like her could be a Jedi Knight..." With her eyes' sparkle, Clat'Ha added, "And keep a Padawan in line."

Qui-Gon gulped. What was with Clat'Ha? Tora sure didn't make a good impression, but she was nice enough. Clat'Ha seemed, hostile. But that was to be expected when one is hissing and almost clawing at one another. This wasn't good. He suddenly had the sudden urge to shrink away. Obi-Wan was lucky. He was with Si Treemba.

War. This means war. Alarms stared ringing in Tora's head. "Feh!! What would you know about the ways of a Jedi?!"

Oh well. Qui-Gon sighed as he started the job as the referee of the two women. "Clat'Ha..."

Clat'Ha suddenly realized her mistake and gave Tora a somewhat-friendly look. "I was just joking..."

"I know... but please don't insult Tora like that."

Tora beamed. Clat'Ha glowered. Qui-Gon decided to take the conversation to a more... harmonic atmosphere. "Tora was my childhood friend, you could say." The trio walked towards the transport, Qui-Gon was telling the story. "We both trained in the Jedi temple, and we became friends."

Tora smirked with pride, forgetting about her Padawan. So Qui-Gon remembered. But he doesn't really know or remember... about me. But Tora shook her head. I admired you Qui-Gon... Clat'Ha nodded, listening intently. Qui-Gon continued on his little story. He poked Tora, and winked at her. "You remember Tasuki, no?"

With eyes that could pierce through metal, Clat'Ha smiled through gritted teeth as she saw the wink. Why is Qui-Gon acting like this?! Then Clat'Ha wondered why she was getting so worked up about this.

"Well, we grew up together, with another, Tasuki. Tasuki Solo." Qui-Gon continued.

*****

Author: Well, there's Chapter 4. Send C&C's, reasonable flames, and blah. Basically, do the stuff I told ya to do back on Chapters 1-3. ^_~ Authors REALLY DO appreciate this stuff ya know.

© Blahblahblah, Anti-Jedi is copyrighted by ME, Akira Megami-sama, and my co-authors. (cause there's no way I'm putting my real name up here... though I might give you my first name. Also, if you want to email my co-authors, who are the main brains of the bunch, ask me.) and you can distribute this to whoever you want, just as long as this story stays the SAME, without it being altered or changed. Oh yeah, and make sure you keep my email address (chiisaishin@yahoo.com) intact, and my co-authors and I get credit and permission for anything used here (That DOESN'T belong to Lucas) used for any other purposes. There. My rambling are done. For now. ~.^ (BTW, Chapter 4 was made on June 1-2, '99)