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" . . . Never let go of your dreams"
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Obi-Wan's mind flashed with disjointed pictures as he remembered the last night on Sleara-Three. Fear crept into his heart.
Fear - the only emotion which I have not learned to deal with, Obi-Wan thought. Fear was the one thing which all Jedi - Padawan, Master, or otherwise
- must deal with even at the beginnings of their training.
Yet that certain emotion seemed to puzzle Obi-Wan. He felt fear when he saw his own Master, Qui-Gon, fighting with the infamous Sith menace. Shock
and Horror were the only two emotions that registered in Obi-Wan's mind as Qui-Gon fell to the ground in that sorrowful defeat.
But only after killing the Sith did Obi-Wan truly feel the onslaught of fear. Qui-Gon - dead - that was hard to believe. Jedi are often thought of as Gods
- people who fear nothing and will not hesitate to defend the innocent. Obi-Wan, however, was far from being a God - far from anything, actually. He was
basically just a normal person that just happened to have a higher midi-chlorian count than most people did.
It was Anakin that was a God. Always aiding anybody that needed help without any thought of his own safety. Anakin be strong like you always are! Now
that one God lay here on this bed - sick and injured by the very people he had defended.
"Why did you always have to be so head-strong, Anakin? Answer me that!" Obi-Wan practically yelled, "look what happened! You help a few people and
now you are lying on this bed weak . . . weak. Did you hear me Anakin? Get up . . . please . . . get up." The last few words were spoken in only a whisper.
Obi-Wan tightened his grip on Anakin's hand and began to sob quietly. He felt so foolish, so alone, without his young Padawan for comfort.
Not many people had gotten to know Obi-Wan, so he basically kept to himself. Anakin and Adi Gallia were about his two only friends. The only ones
whom he did not fear would break out into a sweat and be bundle of nerves every time they talked to him.
It's not everyday that you kill a Sith!
It wasn't that people feared him, they respected him for what he was - Sith killer, Jedi Master, woman magnet, or Master of the Chosen One - he did not
know which. Suddenly, his thoughts became so distant as he almost felt like he was relieving the last night on Sleara-Three.
What a disaster. But, look on the bright side of things - lightning never strikes twice!
*Flashback*
Obi-Wan lay on the sofa enjoying a cup of intoxicating black coffee and the local newspaper, Planet News.
Can't they ever come with a more original name? Obi-Wan joked silently as he sighed and enjoyed the peace and quiet while it lasted. Anakin was in
his chambers resting from the day's exercises.
The lights were dim but still managed to light up most of the room. Obi-Wan turned to the next page and flicked his eyes over the many headlines.
Quiet a boring paper they have here. More Royals, more scandals, Obi-Wan was now quite fed up with this heap of paper that dared to call itself a paper.
He flung it onto the ground and thought of using it as waste paper. Snickering, he grabbed his now cold cup of coffee off the tabletop and tossed the
remains of it down the drain. Scrambling uselessly through the cupboards, Obi-Wan thought of going to check up on Anakin.
He's nineteen years old, for Force's sake. He doesn't need a babysitter, Obi-Wan reminded himself. The best option right now was to get changed and
go to sleep. Well, actually, that is the only option right now, Obi-Wan thought.
Obi-Wan moved his hand slightly and the lights dimmed even more and eventually the Jedi was left in darkness. Silently, he approached Anakin's
door and put his ear up against it. There seemed to be no sound originating from the room.
Silence - dead and motionless. Obi-Wan nodded to himself, satisfied that his Padawan was truly asleep and continued to creep down the hallway towards
his room. The unit they shared while they were staying here was quite big and had everything a person might need.
Obi-Wan thought that those two cultures had gone trough too much trouble trying to make him comfortable during his and Anakin's stay. He'd rather grab
a sleeping bag and sleep under the stars. Obi-Wan turned on his bedroom light and began to undress. He took his precious Jedi weapon off his belt first
and laid it down on the small set of drawers beside his bed.
All of a sudden a small ripple flowed through the Force. This could only mean - danger! Obi-Wan moved to grab his lightsaber when he heard a sound
emendating from his Padawan's room. He quickly activated the saber and without as second thought, Obi-Wan ran up the corridor and burst the door
open with the Force.
The door flung open to reveal nobody - not even Anakin - in the room. The bed covers were pulled off the bed in a most disoriented fashion. Glass
all over the floor, so it looked as if somebody had jumped through the window. Obi-Wan's gaze moved from the bed to the glass spread over the floor.
Obi-Wan could not help wonder why Anakin did not defend himself. His eyes drifted towards the bedside table and Anakin's lightsaber.
He must have been asleep when somebody burst through the window attacked him from behind so quickly that he could not grab his lightsaber or
defend himself. The one thing that puzzles me - no normal human being could do that . . . unless the person who kidnapped Anakin is not an average
everyday person.
*End of Flashback*
Once again, I find myself praising Pallas-Athena for doing such a wonderful job as my beta reader. She does it quickly and wow doesn't it turn out great?
Thanks, Pallas! Feedback please. Also if you've got a question to ask about the story line, go right ahead I'll try to explain it as best as I can. Also if
you want to see more of this story go to http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3343180&page=1 Thanks!
" . . . Never let go of your dreams"
...
Obi-Wan's mind flashed with disjointed pictures as he remembered the last night on Sleara-Three. Fear crept into his heart.
Fear - the only emotion which I have not learned to deal with, Obi-Wan thought. Fear was the one thing which all Jedi - Padawan, Master, or otherwise
- must deal with even at the beginnings of their training.
Yet that certain emotion seemed to puzzle Obi-Wan. He felt fear when he saw his own Master, Qui-Gon, fighting with the infamous Sith menace. Shock
and Horror were the only two emotions that registered in Obi-Wan's mind as Qui-Gon fell to the ground in that sorrowful defeat.
But only after killing the Sith did Obi-Wan truly feel the onslaught of fear. Qui-Gon - dead - that was hard to believe. Jedi are often thought of as Gods
- people who fear nothing and will not hesitate to defend the innocent. Obi-Wan, however, was far from being a God - far from anything, actually. He was
basically just a normal person that just happened to have a higher midi-chlorian count than most people did.
It was Anakin that was a God. Always aiding anybody that needed help without any thought of his own safety. Anakin be strong like you always are! Now
that one God lay here on this bed - sick and injured by the very people he had defended.
"Why did you always have to be so head-strong, Anakin? Answer me that!" Obi-Wan practically yelled, "look what happened! You help a few people and
now you are lying on this bed weak . . . weak. Did you hear me Anakin? Get up . . . please . . . get up." The last few words were spoken in only a whisper.
Obi-Wan tightened his grip on Anakin's hand and began to sob quietly. He felt so foolish, so alone, without his young Padawan for comfort.
Not many people had gotten to know Obi-Wan, so he basically kept to himself. Anakin and Adi Gallia were about his two only friends. The only ones
whom he did not fear would break out into a sweat and be bundle of nerves every time they talked to him.
It's not everyday that you kill a Sith!
It wasn't that people feared him, they respected him for what he was - Sith killer, Jedi Master, woman magnet, or Master of the Chosen One - he did not
know which. Suddenly, his thoughts became so distant as he almost felt like he was relieving the last night on Sleara-Three.
What a disaster. But, look on the bright side of things - lightning never strikes twice!
*Flashback*
Obi-Wan lay on the sofa enjoying a cup of intoxicating black coffee and the local newspaper, Planet News.
Can't they ever come with a more original name? Obi-Wan joked silently as he sighed and enjoyed the peace and quiet while it lasted. Anakin was in
his chambers resting from the day's exercises.
The lights were dim but still managed to light up most of the room. Obi-Wan turned to the next page and flicked his eyes over the many headlines.
Quiet a boring paper they have here. More Royals, more scandals, Obi-Wan was now quite fed up with this heap of paper that dared to call itself a paper.
He flung it onto the ground and thought of using it as waste paper. Snickering, he grabbed his now cold cup of coffee off the tabletop and tossed the
remains of it down the drain. Scrambling uselessly through the cupboards, Obi-Wan thought of going to check up on Anakin.
He's nineteen years old, for Force's sake. He doesn't need a babysitter, Obi-Wan reminded himself. The best option right now was to get changed and
go to sleep. Well, actually, that is the only option right now, Obi-Wan thought.
Obi-Wan moved his hand slightly and the lights dimmed even more and eventually the Jedi was left in darkness. Silently, he approached Anakin's
door and put his ear up against it. There seemed to be no sound originating from the room.
Silence - dead and motionless. Obi-Wan nodded to himself, satisfied that his Padawan was truly asleep and continued to creep down the hallway towards
his room. The unit they shared while they were staying here was quite big and had everything a person might need.
Obi-Wan thought that those two cultures had gone trough too much trouble trying to make him comfortable during his and Anakin's stay. He'd rather grab
a sleeping bag and sleep under the stars. Obi-Wan turned on his bedroom light and began to undress. He took his precious Jedi weapon off his belt first
and laid it down on the small set of drawers beside his bed.
All of a sudden a small ripple flowed through the Force. This could only mean - danger! Obi-Wan moved to grab his lightsaber when he heard a sound
emendating from his Padawan's room. He quickly activated the saber and without as second thought, Obi-Wan ran up the corridor and burst the door
open with the Force.
The door flung open to reveal nobody - not even Anakin - in the room. The bed covers were pulled off the bed in a most disoriented fashion. Glass
all over the floor, so it looked as if somebody had jumped through the window. Obi-Wan's gaze moved from the bed to the glass spread over the floor.
Obi-Wan could not help wonder why Anakin did not defend himself. His eyes drifted towards the bedside table and Anakin's lightsaber.
He must have been asleep when somebody burst through the window attacked him from behind so quickly that he could not grab his lightsaber or
defend himself. The one thing that puzzles me - no normal human being could do that . . . unless the person who kidnapped Anakin is not an average
everyday person.
*End of Flashback*
Once again, I find myself praising Pallas-Athena for doing such a wonderful job as my beta reader. She does it quickly and wow doesn't it turn out great?
Thanks, Pallas! Feedback please. Also if you've got a question to ask about the story line, go right ahead I'll try to explain it as best as I can. Also if
you want to see more of this story go to http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3343180&page=1 Thanks!