Acknowledgements: My master, Master Kel'gr (wild horse), all the reviewers, last but definitely not least, God above, without Him, nothing is possible.
Chapter 5
Obi-wan couldn't help but feel foolish. Here he was, in the middle of a huge debriefing room, telling people twice his age what to do. He could just hope that his face wasn't as red as he felt it was. But, he really couldn't help it. At the temple, he was more used in being told what to do, not the other way around. Somehow, giving orders, especially to people older, made him uncomfortable.
It was their first official meeting as Gaderffii, one of the few Zelon's Intelligence Units. The group member had chosen the name, after the bladed weapons wielded by Tatoonie's fearsome Sand People, otherwise known as Tusken Raiders. The handcrafted weapons were crude, sharp and dangerous, not to mention, sturdy enough to last for years. Obi-wan had to admit that he liked the name.
"Any questions?"
When the question was met with silence, Obi-wan allowed himself a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure whether his plan would work, but it was the best he could come up with.
"Okay. Report back in one standard hours time in all your gear. "
"Master Jedi? We're about to land." Qui-gon nodded in acknowledgement and opened his eyes with a sigh. He tried meditating, but for once, the Jedi trait didn't work. The turmoil within him didn't clam down one bit.
Taking in a deep breathe, Qui-gon tried his best to gain back his composure. He pulled the hood over his head and headed towards the ramp. The faster he resolved the mission, the faster he would be able to resume his search for Obi-wan.
The Zelon representative waited for him patiently in front of the ship. At the sight of the Jedi Master, he gave a low bow.
"Ah, Master Jedi. Thank you for responding to our request. Now, will you please follow me to our headquaters?"
Obi-wan felt the familiar presence almost immediately. His head snapped back in surprise. No. This couldn't be. The Jedi the council sent was Qui-gon?! Obi-wan resisted the urge to hit his head against the wall. Ofcourse! Qui-gon was on Dagblo at that moment, the closest Jedi to Zelon would be sent here. He couldn't believe his luck.
"Groups split up. There's been a change of plans. We leave by the east exit."
