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Spoilers: not yet, maybe some Jedi Apprentice.
Time: 3 years pre TPM
Author's note: hey, this is my first fanfic here. i could seriously use some feedback, else i will assume that people aren't liking it, and won't post future chapters.
Chapter 2
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Qui-Gon Jinn was filling his water bottle at the water station in the negotiation shelter, meditating on the relations between the peoples of the planet Ionefl. *How can I get them to agree that mutual, friendly coexistence is not only possible, but necessary? Each time we come near finding some common interests, one side or the other suddenly backs away. Perhaps there is another party's interests present at these negotiations, a presence of which Obi-Wan and I are unaware . . .*
Qui-Gon was unsettled at this possibility, yet he could feel some element of rightness in his thinking. He began to consider recalling Obi-Wan to discuss his thoughts, and because of worry for Obi-Wan's safety. He had sent his apprentice out into areas of clashing and violence, yes, but he had done so thinking that the parties in the conflict were aware of and respected the presence of the Jedi Ambassadors. If there *was* another party involved, they may not be playing by the same rules . . .
A disturbance in the Force stopped Qui-Gon's train of thought before the alarms sounded outside the shelter. Some sort of attack, but where, and instigated by whom? Quickly, he tried to contact Obi-Wan through their link, but sensed only a vague, lingering feeling of Force warning, other than that it was like watching and hearing static. Still, Obi-Wan was alive, but either blocking (why would he do that?), or unconscious.
Dread threatened to consume Qui-Gon, but he cut it off and cleansed his mind of worry. *Obi-Wan is capable. What must be done now is damage control of the negotiations, then I can find out what happened to him.* Qui-Gon set off for the tech/comm room to find out what had happened. He would also contact the leaders for an emergency reconvening to try and calm things down . . .
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Obi-Wan awoke suddenly. His surroundings were unfamiliar, unreal. He was in a vast, grotesque landscape, with distorted colors. There was no smell, and even stranger, no living Force in anything around him. *This is not the physical universe. Am I in a coma? The blast was not that bad. No, a coma does not feel like this. Nothing does.*
He willed himself not to panic. He could still sense time/space Force, though it did not feel related to his surroundings, but it was something, anyway. He was alive, but he strongly suspected that he was not fully conscious. *Perhaps I've been drugged? A brain wave manipulation of some sort? A combination of those? Why?* And then the most frightening realization of all, "I cannot contact Qui-Gon!" He realized he had spoken aloud, or at least his manifestation of himself in the strange dream-like place he was in spoke aloud. *Well, hearing is simulated, anyway. I probably should be grateful for the lack of smell.*
Theories flashed through his mind, and he paced as he thought. Then he felt the approach of another consciousness through the Force, but could not see anyone near him. Welcome, Ambassador. I hope these accommodations are suitable. The thought stream of another person entered his head, yet still Obi-Wan could neither see nor sense anyone in alive. It was like a consciousness separate from a body. We apologize that we have had to separate you from your Master and your physical self, but we cannot have you running around, setting yourself free, and generally ruining things.
What possible purpose can be served by holding me hostage? The negotiations will continue without me, and a settlement will be reached. Not even my death can prevent that. Obi-Wan made his thought reply sound cool, calm, and detached.
You are not a hostage. You are a prisoner. You are not a bargaining chip, merely meddlesome. Enjoy yourself. Take a little time for relaxation and meditation. The thought presence began to retreat, but Obi-Wan did not think that the last words of it/they were meant as kindly as they seemed. He had felt a sense of Darkness in them.
Other worries were also pressing in his mind by now. He couldn't contact Qui-Gon, and couldn't sense what was wrong with his own body. Why could he not analyze what was happening, fix it, and awaken?
For lack of a better idea, Obi-Wan decided to explore his mental prison. *Hopefully, it/they (as he had begun to think of the presence) really intend me no harm, and will release me once Qui-Gon reaches some sort of agreement with the Ionin and Efling.* He grimaced as he passed a dead, horribly blackened and twisted tree. *Right, Obi. That's why you have been entrapped in the landscape of a bad music video from the Holonet.*
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Please review what you have read!
Spoilers: not yet, maybe some Jedi Apprentice.
Time: 3 years pre TPM
Author's note: hey, this is my first fanfic here. i could seriously use some feedback, else i will assume that people aren't liking it, and won't post future chapters.
Chapter 2
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Qui-Gon Jinn was filling his water bottle at the water station in the negotiation shelter, meditating on the relations between the peoples of the planet Ionefl. *How can I get them to agree that mutual, friendly coexistence is not only possible, but necessary? Each time we come near finding some common interests, one side or the other suddenly backs away. Perhaps there is another party's interests present at these negotiations, a presence of which Obi-Wan and I are unaware . . .*
Qui-Gon was unsettled at this possibility, yet he could feel some element of rightness in his thinking. He began to consider recalling Obi-Wan to discuss his thoughts, and because of worry for Obi-Wan's safety. He had sent his apprentice out into areas of clashing and violence, yes, but he had done so thinking that the parties in the conflict were aware of and respected the presence of the Jedi Ambassadors. If there *was* another party involved, they may not be playing by the same rules . . .
A disturbance in the Force stopped Qui-Gon's train of thought before the alarms sounded outside the shelter. Some sort of attack, but where, and instigated by whom? Quickly, he tried to contact Obi-Wan through their link, but sensed only a vague, lingering feeling of Force warning, other than that it was like watching and hearing static. Still, Obi-Wan was alive, but either blocking (why would he do that?), or unconscious.
Dread threatened to consume Qui-Gon, but he cut it off and cleansed his mind of worry. *Obi-Wan is capable. What must be done now is damage control of the negotiations, then I can find out what happened to him.* Qui-Gon set off for the tech/comm room to find out what had happened. He would also contact the leaders for an emergency reconvening to try and calm things down . . .
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Obi-Wan awoke suddenly. His surroundings were unfamiliar, unreal. He was in a vast, grotesque landscape, with distorted colors. There was no smell, and even stranger, no living Force in anything around him. *This is not the physical universe. Am I in a coma? The blast was not that bad. No, a coma does not feel like this. Nothing does.*
He willed himself not to panic. He could still sense time/space Force, though it did not feel related to his surroundings, but it was something, anyway. He was alive, but he strongly suspected that he was not fully conscious. *Perhaps I've been drugged? A brain wave manipulation of some sort? A combination of those? Why?* And then the most frightening realization of all, "I cannot contact Qui-Gon!" He realized he had spoken aloud, or at least his manifestation of himself in the strange dream-like place he was in spoke aloud. *Well, hearing is simulated, anyway. I probably should be grateful for the lack of smell.*
Theories flashed through his mind, and he paced as he thought. Then he felt the approach of another consciousness through the Force, but could not see anyone near him. Welcome, Ambassador. I hope these accommodations are suitable. The thought stream of another person entered his head, yet still Obi-Wan could neither see nor sense anyone in alive. It was like a consciousness separate from a body. We apologize that we have had to separate you from your Master and your physical self, but we cannot have you running around, setting yourself free, and generally ruining things.
What possible purpose can be served by holding me hostage? The negotiations will continue without me, and a settlement will be reached. Not even my death can prevent that. Obi-Wan made his thought reply sound cool, calm, and detached.
You are not a hostage. You are a prisoner. You are not a bargaining chip, merely meddlesome. Enjoy yourself. Take a little time for relaxation and meditation. The thought presence began to retreat, but Obi-Wan did not think that the last words of it/they were meant as kindly as they seemed. He had felt a sense of Darkness in them.
Other worries were also pressing in his mind by now. He couldn't contact Qui-Gon, and couldn't sense what was wrong with his own body. Why could he not analyze what was happening, fix it, and awaken?
For lack of a better idea, Obi-Wan decided to explore his mental prison. *Hopefully, it/they (as he had begun to think of the presence) really intend me no harm, and will release me once Qui-Gon reaches some sort of agreement with the Ionin and Efling.* He grimaced as he passed a dead, horribly blackened and twisted tree. *Right, Obi. That's why you have been entrapped in the landscape of a bad music video from the Holonet.*
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