Author's note: Sorry sorry sorry

Author's note: Sorry sorry sorry! *runs away from various sharp objects being thrown at her* I promised myself not to touch the computer during my final exams…(Wild Horse: You STUDY?) Hey! I wanna take three sciences! Thanks to those ppl who e-mailed me to bug me… Specially Megan… thanks. And Wild Horse, don't be so hard on me k?

Chapter 9

The mist surrounding him slowly cleared, making lazy twirls in the air before disappearing into the dark sky. He clutched the blaster harder, adrenaline pulsing in him. Dark clouds gathered where the usual orange tinge grew, blocking out the sunlight completely.

Even the weather seems to agree with us. Obi-wan shuddered, and took in a shaky breathe. Get a hold on your self Kenobi! He needed to concentrate. But somehow, something didn't seem right. Don't linger on your anxieties Obi-wan He shook his head trying to get rid of Qui-gon's voice, echoing in his mind. Cautiously he sniffed the air, it seemed fine, he checked the power cell of his blaster, fully charged… everything seemed fine, but something wasn't right…Something.

Your acting like a high-strung bantha! He pushed the feeling inside. If he wanted to freak out, this certainly wasn't the best moment to.

Lightning flashed across the sky, earning a jump from Obi-wan. "Oh come on… Here you are, about to be fighting for your life and you get scared of lightning?" He chided himself softly.

Usually he liked stormy weather, but somehow, he didn't now.

Marching feet broke his train of thoughts.

"They're here. Everyone to positions. On my signal join the fight."

Tapping from the force, Obi-wan sharpened his senses, focusing on the task ahead. Aim. Guy with the black hat. Shoot. Down. Good. Men on beasts. Aim. Shoot. One down, three to go. Two down. All down. Thanks Daja.

The once neat, orderly groups of men turned into pure chaos as one by one men were shot down from what seemed thin air. People yelled ran, it wasn't a pretty sight. Obi-wan reached into his bag and grabbed a grenade. Slamming his had into the activation panel, he flipped it into the mass below. A fiery mess reigned. (Author here! Don't' get me wrong I'm not sadistic… Wild Horse rolls her eyes…Hey!)

Waving his hand, he signalled the group hiding in ambush out, and they ran down, screaming battle cries. (How barbaric J ) The rest of the battle seemed to be on slow motion. Each stroke he slashed seemed to be part of some holovid, taking is time to remove itself from the opponent's chest, blood spraying everywhere, weaving down his vibroblade, pouring down his hands. He didn't stop to think, he just ran, attacked, dodged. (I have a feeling the it's gonna get a bit gory, so umm… if you can't take it, I'll suggest you don't read any further. I don't want anyone to bash me up or something…)

Something slammed into his knees, pushing him towards the floor. His hands shot forward to brace himself as he did a flip in the air and landed nimbly on his feet.

"What kind of freak are you?" A voice shouted at him.

"Freak? More like nightmare." Obi-wan launched himself at the man, twirling the blade, catching him in the chest. He was dead before he touched the ground. (Man, am I sadistic. Nik? Stop being so violent. I need to write more humour. Humour. )

Obi? You sound like a sith. A voice ran through his mind. WHAT?

Obi-wan paused for a while, surveying the scene… Men dropped to the ground, like dead leaves off a tree. Blood fell like rain, endless rain. He was adding to the mess. Killing. It wasn't right. And he couldn't stop it.

He always asked himself that question. Killing. Is it bad if it's for the right cause? To him, everyone had a family. One down, meant more grieving. It didn't seem right. Nothing seemed right all of a sudden. It use to seem so clear to him. Protect the innocent. But that meant killing the bad right? It just lead straight back to the question. Killing.

A familiar buzz caught his attention. A lighsabre. Twisted around, he saw Qui-gon. A few of the enemy surrounded him ganging on him. He fended them off. But even a Jedi master had his limits. He keep them off, barely. Just then, a large man loomed behind Qui-gon, unseen, a vibroax held high above, arching slowly downwards…

"Nooooooooo!"

TBC… ( I learnt to hate this word)

haha…J The exams are over The exams are over The exams are over… I get to watch TV ya! I get to read ya! Sister's having O'levels…oops. Gotta be Super quiet…

Nik-ka's evil. Haha.