Chapter 4
BTPT
"But I've got to look for him!" Qui-gon argued.
"Sorry Qui, but that's the council's order, the Zelon War is more important. Both of you made a choice, you can't erase the past, and you can't stop him."
Qui-gon winced at the truth behind his friend's words. He needed time to think, time to find out where Obi-wan was, time to convince him to come back. Time. That was something he needed most, and no amounts of credit can buy that.
"Okay Mace, not that I really had a choice. "
The wavering hologram of Mace Windu gave him a sympathetic glance, and brief goodbyes were made before they ended the transmission.
Qui-gon didn't want to go, but life had to continue.
Meanwhile…
"Bri?"
"Sorry?" Obi-wan snapped out the memory replay and back into the present, head reeling.
"Bri? Are you alright?" The general gazed, concerned, at him.
Obi-wan noticed he was rubbing his cheek, and quickly jerked his hand from his face. He swallowed and gave a tight nod, struggling to compose himself. He didn't know whether he could face seeing another Jedi. He couldn't watch another man doing his job. In his mind he saw himself going through complicated jumps, twists, wielding his lightsabre with grace. So confident, self-assured. But he could never do that again. Never.
He wanted to back out, to turn and run away. To run non-stopping until he dropped from exhaustion. He wanted to back out, to turn and flee, but he couldn't. He couldn't desert his friends. True friends that really cared for him, going through the trouble to get a job for him, giving him a home. No, he wasn't Qui-gon; he would never desert his friends, his only 'family'. He would stay and fight to the last. He wasn't a Jedi anymore, but that wouldn't stop him from fighting against evil, and dying a honourable death. Qui-gon took everything that had meant something to him. His family, his home, his life. But he wouldn't allow Qui-gon to take his spirit. He would let his ambition thrive.
"General? May I ask what my task may be?"
The general tilted his head slightly to the right surveying Obi-wan carefully. He smiled suddenly, the expression adding more warmth to the friendly face.
"Bri? I know this isn't your usual profession, but would you mind doing me, and Zelon a big favour? Work for me. Our military needs somebody like you. Somebody who knows his job. Join the military as a captain, choose your own team, and train them right."
Obi-wan felt shocked. That sure wasn't something he expected. He thought he'll just be asked to bring down other high-ranking officers from the Dalien army, that was, his job, being a assassin. He couldn't comprehend his own feelings. He wanted to help, badly, but working for someone who has Jedi help, was bad enough. Working in the shadows was something he preferred, in this situation, but joining the front lie wasn't exactly his ideal job. He didn't want to risk the chance of meeting another Jedi. He didn't want to admit this, but he was afraid. For once, he wasn't sure of his own future. As a Jedi, before, he knew what he was supposed to do, his work was cut out before him. But now, facing this decision, he really didn't know what to do. He didn't have someone to relate to, someone to speak to.
Forcing a smile on to his face Obi-wan agreed, hoping that it was the right choice. He requested that he should be refrained from wearing the uniform. Though the general thought the request strange, he agreed to it, with no questions.
Giving a final salute to the general, Obi-wan left the office, to the confinements of his own room.
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