Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"Tomorrow."

Silence met the one word comment. Qui-gon sighed and rubbed his temples. Jedi were seldom asked to help out in wars. It was part of their code, not to take sides. But this was special. The Supreme Chancellor himself requested their help.

The internal conflict in Zelon had risen to a height that it might affect her neighbours. The council, naturally choose Qui-gon to help. He was at Dagblo after, the nearest planet to Zelon. This mission was climbing rapidly up his important list. Obi-wan was here, and he had to find the boy. He had no idea how the boy managed to find transport to Zelon, but he did.

Qui-gon had repeated another common mistake – he underestimated Obi-wan again. He couldn't believe how dumb he was. Obi-wan deserved Qui-gon's trust and respect, but he just couldn't give it. He believed another man word over his Padawan's. And the result? Kicking an innocent Padawan out of the Jedi Order, leaving the eighteen-year-old boy in the wild, stranded, alone to fend for himself on a desert island.

"Master Jedi?"

Qui-gon jerked out of his thoughts and faced the general.

"Sorry."

He turned his attention to the general. The situation was almost impossible. There was not much he could do to help. All he could do was to help in the dogfight. That won't be much, but that was basically all he could do to help.

"Gaderffii managed to break into the main enemy camp and got the estimated amount of soldiers and equipment. There are or should I say were 6 enemy camps. The Gaderffii has done us proud and distinguished 3 of those 6 camps. Though they have halved the number of soldiers against us, but they still overpower us by at least 300 men. But I'm sure we would be able to pull it off somehow."

Qui-gon glanced around the room. All the offices had a grim tense look on their faces. Qui-gon realised that these men would be fighting for their future tomorrow. They would fight for their home, their family, themselves. The chances of death were nearly certain. As a Jedi, he faced danger everyday. It was part of his life; his work was cut out for him. He was a defender of Peace and Justice, but these people were just citizens placed in positions of danger, violence just because of the inhumanity of others.

"Bri and his team would be coming soon, to receive instructions for tomorrow. Do you have any suggestions on what part the Gaderffiii should play?"

Bri. The name sounded familiar…that's it! Qui-gon's head snapped back. Bri was the name of Obi-wan's childhood best friend who died of a serious case of Talious Fever. He shook his head, it was just a coincidence. I the leader of the infamous Gaderffii was named Bri. He was looking forward to meet this young man. According to the bits of information he had picked up in the past few days, this Bri was the youngest yet most talented member of the Zelon Arm Forces. He wondered whether this boy was Force-sensitive.

The general watched Qui-gon, recognising the distant look in the Jedi's eyes, Bri occasionally had that look, as id he was drifting into past memories, Added with Bri's curious reaction upon hearing that a Jedi would be arriving to help, he couldn't help but wonder whether this stoic Jedi had anything to do with the quiet, reserved, but friendly Bri.

He had a feeling that his question would remain unanswered for the time being.

"face it Obi-wan, you can't hide anymore." Obi-wan told himself. Wincing slightly as he tightened the bandage around his slightly twisted ankle, Obi-wan couldn't help but have a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He stood up, hissing slightly as his injured ankle jerked sharply. He muttered an insult to the rock that tripped him. At least the twist wasn't very serious and would probably have healed by tomorrow.

He tapped on the access pad and waited as the door slid open.

"Come on."

He waved at the rest of his team, all dressed in a new set of tunic and pants, but their bandages and numerous cuts indicated their tough escape. Sighing, Obi-wan limped towards the debriefing hall. Time to face the inevitable Obi.

A soft tap on the door got everyone, including Qui-gon's attention. The door opened, and in stepped a young man, with spiky ginger hair, a long handful of hair strands hung all the way to his chest, Sea-green eyes impassive.

Qui-gon felt his jaw fall open.

"Oh gosh Obi-wan."

The green eyes turned to his direction and fixed on him.

Hello. Thanks to all you reviewers out there. Sorry this took so long, but I had test to study for and I got a bad fever. If you people want to complain about the duration I take to update, e-mail wild horse (my master) and tell her to stop studying so that she wouldn't continue beating me in all the tests. So that I can write ;p Thanks again.