Alternate Jedi Apprentice: Anti-Force Jedi? Ki?
Ki + Force = ?
By Akira (me), Trunks, and Amy-sama.
Disclaimers still apply. Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Si Treemba, Clat'Ha and Xanatos belong to Lucas or whoever in the JA (Jedi Apprentice series) and Tasuki belongs to Yuu Watase. Trunks belongs to Akira Toriyama-sama, Hinoe to me and Tora to Amy-sama.
Chapter 6
The corridors rumbled and shook, leaving none standing on the floor. A leak of smoke came through from a corner. Clat'Ha lost her footing, but Si Treemba caught her as they both fell. The young Arconan looked scared, and looked back from where they had met Qui-Gon. The smoke was coming from there... where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon's transport ship was.
"Clat'Ha...." Si Treemba began to say, his voice full of fear and worry. But he was cut off as Clat'Ha jumped to her feet, and pulled him to his, running towards the smoke, back to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.
"Clat'Ha... wait." Si Treemba was struggling to keep up with her pace, banging into unseen things and tripping over others who were madly trying to escape. But he just as quickly got up and started running all over again. He was scared. His friend was in that ship. The smoke was coming from the room Obi-Wan was in. "....Will we make it?"
The woman kept silent. Clat'Ha was moving fast into the smoke, but blindly. They couldn't see, or breathe right. She had already tripped numerous times, and now they had reached a closed door. The smoke was still blinding her, and she could only press the control panel hoping it was the right code... and the right path to Qui-Gon, seeing as there was smoke everywhere.
This is taking too long. Si Treemba helplessly watched as Clat'Ha punched in some random code. He could only see her hand, and maybe her head, but that was about it. Coughing, Si Treemba took Clat'Ha's blaster, and blasted the control panel. The door opened. Clat'Ha shot him a look of thanks, but it was too clouded to see. Si Treemba didn't notice. He wanted to get to his friend.
It would take a while for them to get back to Qui-Gon.... and Clat'Ha expected the worst. With this on her mind, she pushed forward, hoping it was the right way, the right hallway. But most of all, she hoped it wasn't too late.
***
Qui-Gon looked at the sight in front of him. The ship had blown up in their faces. The four of them, Tora, Trunks, Tasuki and himself, should have been dead. Why was he being tortured to watch the transport be destroyed with his Padawan, as his heart was being destroyed so similarly? Obi-Wan had just started his training and even before that, he had cared for the boy very much... and to lose him now.... so tragically?
He grit his teeth. He was furious.
Tora looked around, seeing destruction everywhere. Why wasn't she dead yet? She would gladly accept death. Like all Jedi should. But smoke clouded her vision, and she couldn't see. Tasuki seemed to be thinking the same thing. But he seemed to know what was going on. He calmly stood by Tora, folding his arms... as if expecting something...
Tora followed his gaze to Trunks. The boy had his eyes closed. He was concentrating on something. All of them heard something ram against the floor they were standing on. It shook and vibrated underneath them like a miniature earthquake.
Tora and Qui-Gon stood ready, but nothing ever hit them. It hit... something. Metal from the ship had hit the floor, but they didn't see where it went. Or at least, most of them didn't. Smoke was everywhere, and had no chance to find out why the metal heading towards them the scent of burning was overpowering, Tora couldn't help but wonder what the boy was doing. The look on his face was calm... almost serene.
Trunks put his hands close, palms facing each other. They weren't touching. Tasuki just looked to Trunks and smiled warmly. He knew what was going on. Qui-Gon was too angry to notice. After all, it was HIS Padawan that was in the ship. He didn't care if he died and went on to the next world, or if he would be one with the Force.
Tora shook her head, already feeling Qui-Gon's pain. A sudden black rush hit her thoughts, signaling danger. It told her a link would be broken. It was nearby, like something telling her that she would lose something. And that danger stood in front of her. Danger...? But... what kind of danger? Che... what other danger can we be in? We're in a room where a ship is exploding right in front of us and we can't even see shit. She wondered why they haven't died yet. When one sees a whole explosion almost in their faces, literally, they would probably have no chance of living. The explosions were still going on, nearly deafening all of them.
Yet, all of them were still very much alive. The alarm had sounded, and red lights flashed through the smoke before them. Despite Qui-Gon's gloomy and furious look, Tasuki seemed to be doing fine. Hell, he was even smirking!! Tora grit her teeth. The rush she had felt before was a sign for something. It gave her a bad feeling. While she was stuck here, her Padawan--
Padawan... The link!! She knew she had a bad feeling. Her Padawan was in danger!! But there was nothing she could do about it. Why couldn't she locate her? Concentrating on the Force, Tora--
Tasuki put a hand on Tora's shoulder, cutting off any concentration she had. "Ne, daijyobu? What's wrong?" He smirked at her, despite the situation they were in.
Tora glared. "In case you haven't NOTICED, aho, we are in a room where a ship is blowing up. We can't see crap, and what the hell is your Padawan doing?!?! You guys are all so fakkingu calm!! And why haven't we died even though a ship did just blow up in our faces?" The ship. Tora scowled. "I just came here looking for my PADAWAN!!"
Tora felt an explosion. It wasn't a physical one either. An explosion. It was in her mind, it didn't hurt her. But she couldn't figure out what it was. It was a tiny ripple in the Force, the particular Force that she shared with someone.The Force is bein' fuzzy again... She tried to shake off the feeling.
It was the feeling a Jedi felt when someone was calling them. A feeling which only few Jedis can share with certain intimate people. The kind of feeling when someone was contacting them. A bond. And it was a specifically a bond that Master and Padawan could only share...
Tasuki blinked. Tora had shut up. The transformation on Tora's face was significant. It had went from annoyed glaring, to a shocked pale look, to a deep, brooding look. It wasn't like Tora. "Ne, Tora? Tora?" But Tora didn't answer. She just kept that brooding look. He didn't like it one bit. Ah well. Trunks should finish the job. The explosions were still abundant, but their sight was cleary getting better. Air vents were sucking up the smoke.
Qui-Gon silently looked to Tora and Tasuki, trying to calm his anger. They were all Jedi Masters, but they couldn't figure out what was going on. It was quite understandable that Tora was panicking and snapping. He looked to Trunks, wondering what was going through the boy's mind. He hadn't said a word, and in the face of death, he hadn't looked scared at all. Where did Tasuki find this boy? Curiousity was taking over his rage, and he just couldn't help but wonder...
The smoke began to clear, the explosions dying, the heat receding. Tora looked around, seeing the sprinklers above. The sprinklers sprayed water below, calming the blazing sparks of fire they saw through the smoke. The water splashed all around them, hearing the nice sound of rain in a room.
But the rain never touched any of them.
Droplets of water suddenly hit a barrier of some sort, and it slid off like it did a window. Everytime a droplet came close to them, a flicker of a blue.. transparent shield appeared. It was.. shaped like an upside down bowl... like a clear blue plastic protecting them. It was only for half a second, but the rain was still falling faster and faster. Flickers of the blue shield radiated lightly as the rain slid off.
Curious, Qui-Gon found the will to move. The shield was flickering a light blue, and different waves of blue errupted every time rain hit it. It was so secure, and what was it doing there? He stepped forward, looking at Trunks, who still kept his stance and face of concentration. What is he doing....?
Tora looked on with disbelief. She knew was Trunks was doing. Hinoe did it once. And now Hinoe was gone. Their link had been weakened, the ripple fading. As if she was losing a link with that someone. Her Padawan. Hinoe was close by. And by instinct, Tora knew she was in that ship. Hinoe wouldn't die like this... she wouldn't... there's no way.... Her face was neutral now, feeling that she had missed something... an icy void filled her. Her Padawan..... The explosion. The explosion was the one on the ship. The bond that she had with Hinoe sent that explosion. It was a mental one. Hinoe had experienced that explosion. Hinoe was inside the ship.
If she lost Hinoe.... she shook her head free of that thought. Now she knew what it was like for Qui-Gon. Only Qui-Gon had lost two Padawans now. But that didn't make her feel any better. She hugged herself, wondering why she felt so cold, so icy.
Tasuki sighed. He didn't know what it was like to lose a Padawan. But Qui-Gon.... he had lost two. And here they were, watching the destruction end, the ship now just in pieces, metal crushing metal, and everything calming down. What could he do?
Tora was on a mental breakdown. Her knees were weak and on the verge of tears. Shit, this.... this.. this can't be happening... Staring off into the distance, she just KNEW Hinoe would do something stupid like that. But Hinoe was her first Padawan... First Master... then... my Padawan? The feeling she had now was almost the same as the grief when she had lost her Master.
But this time... I wasn't even there with Hinoe. This was supposed to be our first mission... Almost immediately, she found herself in Tasuki's arms. Quivering like a child, she clung to him for support. As if she needed him. (Bleh~ >.< I can't wriiiite. Okies you guys, you hafta tell me what's wrong and tell me what to correct or emphasize or write more on. @.@;;)BR>
And poooor Tas-chan (Mwahaha~! Tas-chan!! *-*) stood there, not knowing to gape or wrap his arms around the poor deranged girl that nearly tacked him. (*-* Heh, I in silly mood now... ^-^ Demo, no worry cause I'll change it!) To say he was nervous was an understatement. (Ne oniichan, I made Tasuki make a move okies? ^_^ You can tell me whether to take it out or not) Every muscle in his arms were tense as he tenderly covered Tora's shoulders with his arms.
"Ano, Tora.... I.. guess I sort of know how you feel... I lost a friend... ah never mind, lemme tell ya how I got Trunks to be my Padawan..." Tasuki couldn't bring himself to look into the viridian forest green eyes that were hers. So he just ranted on and on and on.
Unfortunately, Tora wasn't listening. Merely ignorning his nervous, stammering worded speech, Tora's response to him was a tigtened grip on his shirt. Tasuki, then gulped and looked at Tora's face. "Tora..." He couldn't continue his mindless and meaningless chatter of nothingness. His shaking stopped and almost smiled. "I missed ya when we were kids an' all.." (-.- Bleh, I don't think I can write good anymore.)
Qui-Gon stepped forward, not noticing the other Jedi. Finally getting some of his senses back, he walked toward the... shield of some sort. What is this... this barrier? This shield? It was... something amazing. They haven't formed this sort of technology except with experimental destroyer droids. But even they didn't have protection such as this.
The barrier wasn't even visible until something touched it.
Stepping forward, Qui-Gon hesitated to put a hand forward. Maybe it's not a shield. Maybe it's just some laser protected shield...and it'll cut my hands off. But he was so curious. His fear was shown as his hand shook to meet the shield. Trunks stood amused. (hee~ he gets to be all kakkoi) "Don't be scared." Assured Trunks, grabbing the older man's wrist in a flash. "It won't hurt."
Qui-Gon stopped shaking. He just stood there, staring at Trunks. Why didn't I see that coming? Even if Trunks didn't mean to attack him, if it was an attack, Qui-Gon would have had his wrist split in half. The Force had told him that a swift movement was coming. And that movement was Trunks. But why did the Force tell him just now? Was the boy this fast? Was the Force failing him?
Trunks just looked at him, tilting his head to the side. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." Qui-Gon shook his head.
"Here. You can touch it." Trunks guided Qui-Gon's hand to the shield.
His hand rested on the cool blue shield. The first time his palm hit it, it glowed different degrees of blue. Trunks released his grip on the Jedi's wrist and watched them. Qui-Gon was astonished as his hand had such an effect. It's... a barrier... but...
But this was a transparent barrier. The trasnparent, blue barrier flickers several shades of blue, under Qui-Gon's touch; emitting a soft hum inspite of all the destuction happening around it. Though this invisble barrier kept the droplets of water from the sprinklers above as well as any left over ship shards out fiercely; not letting even the most minute object through be it a thin drop of water or a chip of metal from the ship it'sself; it was still completely safe to touch it from the inside. How Trunks was doing this was a feat in it's self.
Trunks watched the other man amazed expression, smiling to himself. For all the time Trunks has had control over his powers, he has yet not to be amused by seeing someone's shocked face. It wasn't like he enjoyed scaring people with his control over his powers it just always seemed interesting to him, even more so with Qui-Gon. I thought he was a Jedi master? How could he not know about using ki. I guess ki and the force really *are* two different powers altogether. I wonder if 'Master' Tasuki will teach me more about the force? The young purple-haired boy thought with a casual look, not acting as if holding the barrier intact took any effort at all.
Qui-Gon spun to face Trunks. The boy merely looked to him, like a casual everyday look. What.... is he? Qui-Gon knew it was him. It HAD to be him. The same power he had sensed before was the same one he had sensed now. The jolt of power that went through his body and the power he had felt from Trunks before was definitely no coincidence. This power was not of the Force. It was just as strong, maybe even stronger. It had protected them from being killed. From being killed in an explosion less than a foot away.
And Trunks had this power.
He was about to question the boy more until the shield was broken. It rippled and faded, the blue radiant light disappeared bit by bit as it made its way toward the ground. Trunks was off the ground, literally, and out of his sight before he could say a word.
Qui-Gon stood. Just gaping and stuck with his thoughts on how many things Trunks could do.
Tora looked up immediately as the special effects of the barrier ended. Trunks darted off towards the destruction. He... flew. Like Hinoe. The description of the destruction was.. limitless. Smoke hissed off metal everywhere, and heavy scraps of steel littered the floor everywhere. Walls were dented hugely, and some walls didn't even stand... or exist.
Trunks was going towards something. But what?
Something was nagging at Tora's mind, a weak, but still a nag. It was the Force, and someone was... trying to get her attention. She scanned the area, suddenly realizing something. Her bond with her Padawan wasn't broken. The bond was here, and it was still as strong as ever.
Tora finally ended her muted state. "Ne..." Her voice was soft, not like her blunt, piercing tones like before. Hearing Tasuki rant made her feel a bit better.. after all he was trying to make her feel better. Hinoe was alive now, so that also helped boost her mood a bit.
Tasuki smiled, seeing as Tora's mood lightened a bit. "I dunno Tora... I wager he's gone lookin' off fer his 'mouto again. An' dun worry 'bout 'im cause he gotz that 'Fakku you, I can take care of myself' 'titude..." Tasuki then smiled a bit more. "Yer really worried 'bout yer Padawan, ne?"
But fate was not on Tasuki's side again as Tora's mind was elsewhere. Ne... but that couldn't be... I felt Hinoe... gone...demo... Tora sped off, also after Trunks. She can't be dead...he wouldn't be able to find her so quickly if she was dead. Iie, I won't let Hinoe die...not before me. A padawan never dies before their Master...
***
Found you Hinoe. Trunks thought, flew through with incredible ease, as if he was a bird. He darted through the air with bird like skill; easily flying past any and all obstacles and flying well above the smoke that followed the explosion and the brief water drenching afterward. Trunks used his ability to fly casually, as if it was no different than someone was walking. He didn't pay any attention at all to Qui-Gon's stares of disbelief.
It's been quite a while since I flew, I wonder if I'm freaking that Qui-Gon guy out. He seemed pretty shocked with the ki shield I used back there, so I know this isn't sitting well with him. Feh, adults. For all the crap they know, they're amazed by the littlest things. He thought diving down in the air, hovering close to the floor as the wind pushed and threw his lavender bangs around in his face and made his pony tail whip from left to right.
Ne ne, Hinoe, what have you gotten yourself into this time? He wondered flying a bit faster as he tucked his hands infront of him to cover his face from some incoming smoke. I'm positive you're okay. Your ki was held pretty good through that explosion, but I still worry about you. Your independence is going to get you killed someday, or worry me to death; whichever comes first. He thought, smiling despite how serious the situation seemed to the others.
It wasn't far until he saw a familiar blue barrier, emitting blue waves...
***
Trunks landed a few feet away from girl inside the blue barrier. Before his hair had a chance to settle on his head, it was blown back forcefully by the articfical gusts of wind caused by her ki sheilding. I see you've still been training Hinoe, The boy thought with a smile at the girl, not smile it was more like a smirk of admiration. "Saa Imouto.. what are you up to?" He asked calmly as if the current situation was bad as losing a set of keys. A steel grater fell from the ceiling suddenly right on the boy and was suppose to crush every bone in his body, killing him instantly on impact. But it never did, it was held in mid-air by Trunks with one hand if it wasn't him holding more than a feather. Looking at the girl he just refered to as 'Imouto or sister' he finally noticed more than the image of her being alive; not that he didn't realize she'd she would pull through anyhow. "Anou.. sis, who's this punk kid?" He asked her rudely motioning towards the boy she had in her hands.
The girl looked to Trunks with a simple turn of her head, looking up at him as if she couldn't be fazed. "Show off. I dunno who the hell this is." She looked down at Obi-Wan, blinking. "He was just some kid I saw, I guess."
Trunks smirk became wilder when she accused him of showing off. "Nee..? Show off? This ain't showing off, Imouto." He said as if insulted and tossed the heavy item back into the air with a light upward nudge with his hand and without moving from where he stood fired what seemed like beams of light from his finger tips repeatedly up at the beam until there was nothing but molted steel left with he caught in the same hand; uneffected by the temper heat in applied just a moment ago. Trunks tossed the melted steel over his right shoulder into a wall, and, without looking back fired additional blasts of energy into it with in mid air causing it to split and shape into two steel poles with impaled themselves into a hunk of what was a space ship a few moments ago. "Heh, now that's what I call showing off!" The purple-haired boy added with a half smile. "Oh.. then this little punk has to be that old guy, Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan, Obi Wan. If you're done with this let's go, Imouto." He spoke with the usual casual tone, but with what someone could mistake for concern.
"Obi-Wan? He's cute." The girl smirked. "Hmph. I could do better." She said in a tone of a challenge. "Fine fine. Poor kid though. Fainted in my arms. Of course, who wouldn't?" Winking at her brother, she wiped off some more blood. Off of herself.. and Obi-Wan. "He's hurt... so give me a minute, ok? And... he's kinda heavy."
***
"Trunks' relationship to his sister is--" Tasuki blinked as Tora tore out of his arms and ran off. Feh, women. "OI!!! OI!!! TRUUUUUNKS~!!" In a flash, Tasuki was off and running as well. "The #($* do they (#*$in' think I (@#*&$in' AM?! Wait up woman, what'z gotten into yah?!"
And because fate is not always so kind to Tasuki Solo, so he tripped on some debris and barely caught himself scowling on the ground.
Looking towards the couple, Qui-Gon barely had time to raise his eyebrows as Tora also took off, with Tasuki not far behind. And he felt another tugging. The Force was at work again. Something or someone... was there. Not Tora, not Tasuki, not Trunks, but someone else. He took off at a dead run.
Obi-Wan~!
***
Tora ran and ran and ran. Where the hell is Trunks?! But Hinoe's alive... I think. That thought drove her on even further. She didn't care what was around her. She just had a desperate need to see Hinoe... her first Padawan. It didn't take long to see Hinoe's shield. That didn't surprise her. She'd been around with Hinoe not to be too disturbed with these things.
But what really disturbed her was that she was holding a boy in her arms...
Tasuki popped up from behind Tora a few seconds afterwards. He didn't have too far to run after the smoke and little fiery metal that weren't put out by the sprinklers. This was one of the actual times he was being serious. Ah fakku. If somethin' happened ta Hinoe, Trunks woulda noticed!! Damn women, always overreactin' too fakkingu much. Then he noticed that this girl was Hinoe. Trunks' sister. That mere statement meant a lot.
"So ya happy now? Yer damn padawan's okay... I think." Tasuki stated, with an air of stupidity or denseness. He examined Hinoe over with the analytical gaze that so many Jedi seem to have. He didn't even seem to notice that she was holding Obi-Wan and his lightsaber in a suspicious pose. Tora stayed silent, watching her Padawan hold a boy. Qui-Gon's padawan no less.
Hinoe looked up at Tasuki with a scowl, rolling her eyes. She looked like she was about to snap at him, but then she looked at Obi-Wan. No one could tell what was going up in her mind right then as she wiped some blood off his forehead. His head was in her lap, and she was still holding his lightsaber up. And it was still on.
Sighing, seeing as she wasn't going to get any help, she looked to her brother. They had their own silent language, even without the Force. She never did say anything much. Ah hell. Well that's just fine with me. Obi-Wan was bleeding, not too heavily, but it was from a head wound.
Tasuki seemed to ruin the moment even more, by grabbing Trunks, noogying his head. "F*ckin' idiot, who toldja ta run off like that? Yer 'mouto's ok, so wha' da hell's the big deal?!" No one could determine if Tasuki's tone was a scolding one, a worried one, or an angry one at this point.
Tora finally spoke up yet again, and tried to make sure the next thing she said would only be heard by Tasuki. "Is the boy dead...?"
Tasuki blinked, and looked to Tora as he pushed Trunks away into the ground. "Grrr~! Why'd you push me you aho~!" is the phrase the boy retorted with annoyed. Looking to his sister witha look of disappointment in spite of the situation he sighed openly. "Che, you see what I have to put up with, Imouto? Sometimes I wish I had just stayed at the Acedemy or went along with you and Tora-san." He stated with what sounded like a longing voice, not caring if Tasuki was standing right there. Turning his gaze back to Tasuki, Trunks scowled and would have given his 'Master' a pop, but the look on his Master's face stopped him. What Trunks didn't know was that his Master pushed him away so he wouldn't hear the current conversation.
If someone looked, Hinoe was quietly scowling. She sure as hell didn't like the way Tasuki was doing to Trunks. Her face was hidden by her bangs, and she was too busy caring for Obi-Wan.
"I don't know Tora." Tasuki looked to Obi-Wan, and then at Hinoe. "Hell, if I knew, the boy looks pretty dead to me..."
A sweatdrop rolled down the side of his face as Tasuki sighed.. and added yet a stupid comment. "Jinn'z gonna be pissed!! Better watch yer padawa'...."
Tora started to get even more worried than she seemed to before. Even despite her young age. "Demo... Hinoe... wouldn't..."
***
Qui-Gon was livid. He didn't think he had run so fast in his life. Hopping over metal and the destruction, he wondered why he was so excited. Because I think Obi-Wan's alive. That was impossible, but he felt so hopeful. He did not want to lose another Padawan again. And Obi-Wan had already done so much for him, and he had been with him when Xanatos....
Xanatos.
He still owned Offworld Co., and Xanatos had kidnapped the boy before. He had mistaked Obi-Wan as his apprentice before. What made Xanatos do this?
For revenge. For me.
Dark fury ignited as he jumped over some wreckage to get to the others. He didn't seem to care anymore. He had to find out what happened. What caused the explosions. And see if Obi-Wan's still in one piece... Qui-Gon thought bitterly, his hand already holding his lightsaber.
The green saber grew to it's full size, almost as if it was glowing from Qui-Gon's silent rage. The others came into range shortly. He saw they were looking at Trunks. The boy had his back turned to him, and he was talking.
He brushed past Tora and Tasuki as they stopped, staring at something. That didn't matter. But he noted their surprise. Trunks was standing in front of someone. Or something. Qui-Gon didn't care. Letting anger cloud anger cloud his judgement he was about to forcfully shove the boy out of his way and the moment before his hand was placed on Trunks' shoulder the boy disappeared. Not caring, Qui-Gon was about to catch view of his padawan, before a hand grabbed his wrist twisting it painfully. It was Trunks standing at his right. "Oi.. Ki-sama." The boy said softly with a neutral voice and cold glare in his eyes as he stared at the Jedi Master. "Nothing has happened to your precious, punk padawan. If he did die I could care less. I'll warn you once, never NEVER put your hands on me or treat me like a child. I don't care if you are Tasuki's old friend I'd kill you just the same." He finished coldly and jerked Qui-Gon's hand forward forcing the Jedi to stumble before where his padawan lay, unconscious in Trunks' sister's arms.
"That was cold, Trunks." Hinoe made that simple turn of her head again, and frowned. "Stop that! You're hurting him." Qui-Gon's face was calm, but it could show little signs of pain. Hinoe merely looked at Qui-Gon and put her hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright? Is.. Obi-Wan your Padawan? And I'm sorry about what aniki did to you." At this Hinoe directed her gaze at Trunks. "Right, aniki?" Apologize. Now.
Qui-Gon sat up, not caring about Trunks at the moment. What caught his eye was what caught his attention. What he saw didn't chill his blood. It only made his blood simmer inside of him.
There on the ground, was....
A young girl. Sitting in the middle of destruction, there Hinoe sat, looking at Qui-Gon so... innocently. So calmly and analytical. Qui-Gon couldn't hear what the others were saying, didn't care what they were saying, because he was focusing so much on his anger. Xanatos set this up. He KNEW we were leaving Bandomeer. She must have been hired. The Jedi Master would never forgive himself. Obi-Wan...
That thought was cut as his gaze settled on the young girl. She wasn't what caught his eye. But what she had in her hands and arms did.
She had Obi-Wan's lightsaber in her hand. And Obi-Wan, unconcious, and in her arms. There was a little puddle of blood next to them, blood coming from Obi-Wan's head, blood on the girl's cloak, and blood in the girl's hands. Blood from Obi-Wan.
OH HELL. Thought Hinoe, not reading his mind, but reading his eyes.
His mind processed this all in but less than a moment.
That was it. Qui-Gon snapped.
*****
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