Disclaimer: Basically none of the characters, places, etc. in the story belong to me they are the property of George Lucas (except Tristiana). This is my first submitted fan fic, and I know I've done better, but oh well here goes. It shall be noted that this was originally archived at only the Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade (hence the colors and different pen name). –arashi taihuu.
A Different Point Of View
Chapter One
Tristiana Jisaan rubbed her eyes to work the sleep out. She had been in the cockpit of her ship Elliptic Star for several hours, and had fallen asleep. Brushing a lock of red hair from her eyes she scanned the instrument panel.
'That's odd' she thought as she took a closer look at one of the readings. Several kilometers ahead there appeared to be some sort of anomaly.
Carefully she moved the ship closer. Nearing the anomaly she noticed a faint shimmering obscuring some of the stars. After scanning it more carefully she decided to fly the ship closer yet. As she started to inch closer, the shimmering abruptly grew and swallowed her up. With a brilliant flash of color and light she was out the other side. Behind her there was no trace of the anomaly.
'That was a waste of time' she thought a she glanced around and saw nothing had changed.
"Nothing different same place, time…" she trailed off as she noticed the data
readout for date. It had jumped back five days.
'Probably a malfunction,' she thought as she turned the ship around and punched in the coordinates for Coruscant.
"Time to tell the council I found nothing."
Khameir Sarin walked quietly down the halls of the Jedi Temple, on his way to the council chamber. His tan robes made a striking contrast to the vibrant red tattoos on his black face. He paused briefly outside the chamber.
'I wonder what this is about,' he thought as he was led inside. He nodded to his former master, and fellow Zabrak, Eeth Koth.
"Ahh, Jedi Sarin came quickly you did," said Yoda.
"Yes Master Yoda," he replied. "Why did you wish to speak with me?"
"A mission have we for you."
"And a proposition," continued Mace Windu.
Khameir raised an eyebrow.
"Chancellor Organa wanted us to send a Jedi to investigate the situation on the planet Naboo," said Adi Gallia. "We picked you."
"We would like to send someone with you as well," added Ki-Adi-Mundi.
"Who?"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi."
Surprise crossed Khameir's features; Obi-Wan was a very promising Padawan. Unfortunately his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn had turned to the Dark Side. Obi-Wan had been devastated. Now even a year later he refused any offers to be Padawan of any master.
"When do I leave?"
"In a few hours."
He bowed deeply and left the room. A few minutes Eeth Koth came out of the chamber.
"I got your telepathic message, what did you want to ask me?" he said.
"Khameir hesitated slightly before saying, "I mean no disrespect Master, but why are you sending Obi-Wan with?"
Master Koth nodded, "As you know he has had a rough time since Qui-Gon crossed over. He needs to go on more missions. Besides you two were friends when you were younger, perhaps you could get him to talk about the betrayal. He needs to get past this, the turning of a Master is very scarring experience for a Padawan, and vice-versa, hopefully you will never have to experience this."
Down the hall from them, Tristiana was starting a commotion.
"What do you mean I can't be here, I was raised here, I have been a Jedi for three years now, I have every right to be here."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but the name you gave me comes up as deceased."
"Do I look dead?"
"Can we be of some help?" Eeth asked as he and Khameir walked up.
"Master Koth, I am glad to see you," she started, then she caught sight of Khameir. "You… you killed Qui-Gon. But… but Obi-Wan said he killed you, how can you still be here?" She ignited her green lightsaber.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Khameir said as he darted out of the way of her strike. Despite not wanting to fight her, he was forced to draw his lightsaber and ignite one end.
"Murderous Sith!" she spat crashing her blade against his.
""Hold it," Eeth said, "Khameir Sarin has been a part of this temple since birth and he has been a dedicated Jedi for two years now. Master Jinn turned to the Dark Side, not Jedi Sarin."
"What are you talking about?" she asked as she warily drew away.
"A year ago Master Jinn and his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, were on an aid mission to Larazia, some thugs decided to attack the aid workers. Qui-Gon lost it and killed them, in doing so he turned to the Dark Side. He has become even deeper entrenched in it over the last year, so much so that he has threatened other Jedi."
"Really?" she said unbelievingly.
"He speaks the truth," a voice from behind said.
They turned to see Obi-Wan Kenobi walk up. He bowed to Master Koth and nodded to Khameir, then he looked at Tristiana.
"Who are you?"
"What do you mean who am I? We've known each other for years." In answer to his puzzled look she continued. "Its me Tristiana Jisaan."
His eyed widened, "That's impossible she died ten years ago."
To be continued…
Ok, I know it isn't that long, but give me a break, I am transferring it from notebook to computer. Questions? Comments? Email me at
-Sith of the North