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I took so long… Homework calls.
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anybody knows how to get a key on a keyboard unstuck, email me. ^_^
Disclaimer:
Star Wars belongs to some guy… Luke… Lucas? Anyway, don't sue me. All you'll
get is a notebook full of bad fanfiction.
Swearing,
again. Naturally. ^_^
Mallor punched buttons angrily,
slamming his hand into the dashboard when a formerly green light blinked
red. He sat down on the pilot's chair,
fuming.
"You're out of fuel. You don't have enough to leave
Corusaunt," Obi-Wan observed, bound to the co-pilots seat.
Mallor wheeled about and backhanded
him. "I fucking know that. We'll stop at a goddamn fuel station if
that's fucking okay with you?" He
finished screaming and turned back to the controls.
Obi-Wan's head had whacked the
corner of the chair when Mallor struck him. His lip had split and started bleeding. He breathed heavily, seeing flashing dots in front of his eyes and his
vision spinning.
Mallor had placed his hands on the
console, shaking slightly in his anger. He took a breath, coming to some inner decision, and turned. He kept his face carefully expressionless as
he mopped Kenobi's mouth and chin, cleaning it of blood.
Obi-Wan looked at Mallor dazedly.
Kinatai spoke quietly as he finished
the Jedi's face and moved on to the gash on the back of his head. "I shouldn't have done that to
you."
There was a very pregnant pause.
The door clattering open broke the
silence, revealing Ookah behind it. "Kinatai!" He bellowed, making the occupants of the ship wince. "You were about to leave without me,
weren't you?" He stopped to
breathe, fists curling and uncurling beside him. "Weren't you?"
Mallor had stilled in his
actions. "Ookah, you have outlived
your usefulness to me." He stood,
drawing his lightsaber and igniting it. The blade boiled out of the hilt, flashing in several different colors
before settling into a white and colorless blade. "You are not a Shadow. You've defected completely, lost all control of your emotions. Now," he snarled, "you die." He leaped at the fat Force-user.
Moving with a speed that defied his
age and girth, Ookah whipped out is lightsaber and activated it, pointing it at
the leaping Kinatai.
The Shadow landed heavily on the
blade. It slid through his stomach,
exiting through his back. The blade
shimmered, pulsing yellow, before Ookah de-ignited it. Mallor slumped to the ground languidly, his
breath exiting his mouth in a whoosh.
Qui-Gon suddenly halted, feeling a
wave of nausea through the Force.
Obi-Wan's friends stopped also,
looking on with worry as the Master's knee almost buckled, but then
stiffened. Qui-Gon shook his head,
looking vaguely dazed, before glancing around to steady himself. He pointed. "The docking bay is this way."
They continued on their mission.
Ookah threw Obi-Wan's bounds across
the chamber, pointing to the motionless Mallor/Tanii. "Move him out of here."
Obi-Wan stood straight, not
moving. After a moment, he shook his
head in a very definite "no".
Ookah's eyes bulged, and he slammed
his fist into Obi-Wan's stomach. The
boy buckled, slumping to the floor, but the cruel master snatched his collar to
hold him up as he punched him, over and over in his torso. Finally, he let him go. Obi-Wan fell, coughing frantically. Blood tinged his lips. He moved his eyes slowly, meeting Mallor's
gaze.
Mallor was still alive!
Their stare was broken by Ookah
kicking and rolling the wounded Shadow out of the ship. Qui-Gon, arriving at the docking port, saw
Mallor slump to the ground, and Ookah hurrying back inside the ship.
The group sprinted towards the ship,
Qui-Gon igniting his lightsaber. The
doors were closing swiftly, but Kosk dived at them, wedging a pencil between
them before they could snap shut.
They stared at him
He shrugged.
Qui-Gon flashed a grin at him before
starting to slice at the doors with his lightsaber. It was tough work, but the doors finally fell away.
Ookah stood waiting for him, his
lightsaber at the ready. He snarled and
engaged Jinn in battle.
Son'Jai tugged at Obi-Wan. "Stand up… Please, oh gods, stand
up." She followed his stare,
watching the two masters fight.
Obi-Wan was close to
hyperventilating. It was exactly like
his dream. Isolated, he gaped at the
battle. Green petals crackled against yellow,
throwing sparks everywhere, lighting up every corner of the cabin. He struggled to his feet. Somewhere, he heard a feminine voice say,
"Oh, thank the gods."
It was answered by a grating
voice. "Obi-Wan, can you hear
me?"
A thin, reedy voice. "He looks like he's dead."
The distinct sound of something
hitting a head. "Don't even say
that, Rodian."
"Jesus! Just an off-hand comment. Don't need to bash my head in about
it."
Obi-Wan would have laughed aloud if
the situation hadn't been so grave.
And grave it was. Qui-Gon was hard-put to keep up with the
Dark Master. The attacks were
unpredictably wild. He countered an
attack on his neck, leaped over the blade that was headed for his shins,
glancing at Obi-Wan to see if he was all right.
Ookah saw the opening and took it
with a feral smile, plunging his lightsaber deep into the Jedi Master's
shoulder. Qui-Gon cried out, dropping
his lightsaber and grabbing his upper arm. His shoulder was too painful to touch.
Obi-Wan set his mouth into a thin
line, reaching his hand and mind out to his Master's lightsaber. It flew to his hand, humming with
anticipation.
Ookah turned to gawk at him before
his face became composed. He chuckled,
brandishing his own lightsaber casually. "You want to fight me, boy?" He lunged at Obi-Wan, falling back as the teenager flinched. He laughed. "Ha. You're not even out of
training yet." With that, he
jabbed his lightsaber at Obi-Wan's heart, lightning-fast.
Obi-Wan saw it in slow motion. He swung Qui-Gon's lightsaber down and to
the right, hooking Ookah's saber and twisting it out of his hands deftly. It clattered across the floor.
Neevik placed his foot over it,
stopping its flight. He reached down,
plucking it from under his foot, and toyed with it. "You're sunk now, Ookah." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to the window. Through it, Mace Windu could be seen
approaching the ship, accompanied by Eeth Koth and Adi Gallia.
"You might be good enough to take down one Jedi
Master, but three is way out of your league." Kosk folded his arms smugly.
The doors hissed open, and the Masters rushed in,
subduing Ookah quickly. They wrapped
restraints around his wrists, preparing to remove him. He resisted, staring wildly at the dazed
Obi-Wan. "I know you, boy! I know you!" He leaned closer, his eyes flashing
insanely. "You will die alone,
struck down by the one you trusted the most! You will loose the boy! You will
loose him, and he will kill you! He'll kill
you!!" Mace, having enough of
Ookah's raving, stuck a needle in the obese master's arm, injecting him. Ookah trembled, finally collapsing. Adi Gallia and Eeth Koth ministered to
Qui-Gon, preparing him to go to the healers.
Obi-Wan surveyed it all. He breathed, seeing everything so slowly, serenely…
His knees weakened, and he passed out.
Poke.
"Mmph… Leemelone."
A pause. Giggle. Poke.
Brain. Throw
hand up. Now.
Success. A
yelp, then a whack upside the head.
"Whatthe…" Obi-Wan flailed, tangling
himself in bedsheets before he fell right out of bed. "Awoohhh…"
Son'Jai outright laughed, offering a hand to
him. He accepted it, smiling. Looking around, he saw he was in the
healer's ward with Son'Jai, Kosk, and Neevik standing around him. His smile faded. "How's Qui-Gon?"
The three burst into chuckles.
"I want out of this bed!" Qui-Gon
roared, throwing the bedpan across the room. It clattered against the door, which opened slightly after it made
impact. Obi-Wan's head poked in. "Bad time?"
Qui-Gon heaved a sigh, happy to take an intermission
from "Healers vs. Jedi". "Not a bad time. Actually,
a very, very good time."
Obi-Wan grinned. "How're you?"
Qui-Gon flexed his shoulder. "Bedridden, and on the mend." Thank
the gods, he added mentally.
Obi-Wan's smile broadened, and Qui-Gon wondered
briefly if he had heard the thought. The younger of the two changed the subject. "What about Mall… Tanii?"
Qui-Gon grew somber. "He's resting in a bacta tank, and he'll pull through… Yoda
said that they'd re-evaluate him when he's conscious… They might allow him to
stay at the Temple, in contrition to how they kicked him out," he added
carefully.
Obi-Wan's expression didn't change. "I'll have to speak with him when he's
awake."
Qui-Gon waved a hand, dismissing the subject. "You fought well. I'm proud of you."
Obi-Wan smirked. "I'm just a chip off the old block," he said
mischievously.
Qui-Gon smiled back to him. "Or a petal from the same flower."