Author: KenobisGirl
Rating: PG
Archive: Sure, but e-mail me first (Jediashley1@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: You can figure out what belongs to da man, Mr. Lucas. Everything else
belongs to me.
Summary: Obi goes on a solo mission. Of course, nothing goes as planned.
**
THE MISSION OF DECEPTION
The soft hum of the small spacecraft's engines made me sigh in contentment. The
cockpit is my favorite place to be. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, a 22-year-old Jedi apprentice.
Jedi are in the service of the Galactic Republic, helping to fight crime and solve disputes
around the galaxy. I have handsome, strong features, with ginger spiky hair and stormy
eyes. My master, Qui-Gon Jinn, always suggests that I am too handsome for my own
good, for I always end up being chased by a group of giggling females on every mission
we go on.
I was on my first solo mission, which means no help from my powerful Jedi Master.
Yep, I was all alone. My mission was going to be quite simple and routine, escort the
princess of her planet, Calco, to negotiate with the neighboring planet after a gruesome
war. When my superiors back home tell me that my missions will be easy and orthodox,
they usually don't end up that way, especially when I'm on the job.
Anyway, back to the story. The small indicator on the ship's console beeped softly to
alert me that I was approaching my destination. As I pulled the little ship out of
hyperspace, I got my first glimpse of the planet. It was a little planet, milky blue, and it
had a think cloud cover.
As I piloted the little ship closer to the atmosphere, my console picked up an incoming
transmission.
"Incoming ship, please transmit your clearance code," the voice said in a low,
mechanical tone.
"I don't have one, sir. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi. I was sent here by the Galactic
Senate at your request," I answered, suddenly suspicious.
"Jedi?" the voice questioned, "We didn't request Jedi help. Please allow us to escort you
to a landing platform; resist, and you die."
I ran my hand over my short hair and sighed. See what I mean by "not routine?"
Two starships appeared beside me to make certain I didn't try to escape. Escape from
what was the question I had to ask myself. I was almost afraid of what the answer could
be.
We dropped out of the billowing clouds and landed on a platform near many small
domes. People of all species milled about the domes, carrying out their shopping and
errands in the odd city.
As soon as my ship had touched down and I had let down the landing ramp, the cockpit
door was forced open. I whirled around to face the intruders. My hand strayed to where
my lightsaber hung on my utility belt. Jedi are taught to not use their weapons on an
unarmed man. When I saw that the intruders were armed with large blasters, I ignited my
deadly weapon. The lightsaber activated with a snap and a glowing, blue rod of light shot
out of the hilt. I stood in a defensive posture, ready for their first move.
Usually, Jedi can sense their attackers' next moves by using the all-powerful Force as
their guide, but the sharp kick to my ribs caught me unprepared. I vaguely wondered
why I hadn't sensed the move beforehand. I gasped as white-hot pain knifed through me.
The loud crack of my ribs told me the cause of the pain. I coughed up blood and dropped
my lightsaber from my trembling fingers. The world dissolved into blackness.
**
I awoke on a cot in a dimly lit cell. My chest was bandaged and I was gasping for breath.
Things were not looking good.
The door to my cell whooshed open. I glanced up, startled. Again, the Force seemed
elusive, sliding away from my grasping conscience like a frightened animal trying to
escape from a curious child. The intruder strode in and hauled me up roughly. The
sudden movement further aggravated my injury, and I coughed violently.
The man forced me to walk down a long hallway. By the time we had reached our
destination, a richly decorated office, I was in danger of collapsing. The stranger shoved
me into the room and pulled up a chair.
"Sit," he ordered. I complied, not wanting to have to defend myself in my precarious
condition. When I sat in the chair, I noticed for the first time, the man in the chair across
the desk from mine.
He was a little fellow, barely up to my shoulder if he stood up. He didn't look entirely
human, for his skin had a bluish tinge to it. He stared at me for a moment with a
glittering set of ruby eyes. Finally, he spoke.
"Welcome to our planet, young Jedi," he hissed, "As you may already know, you have
been deceived. There is no princess here. This planet is ruled by an emperor," the man
paused for a moment to gauge my reaction to the trickery. He continued, slightly
disappointed when he received no noticeable reaction. I remained stoically silent. "We
are not on good terms with the Galactic Republic, so we suspect that you are a spy."
My mouth dropped open and I began to protest, but the words died on my lips at the
man's sharp look. "Your execution is set for two days from today," the man said with a
smirk on his pale lips. I was again hauled to my feet by the guard, and he led me out of
the office. As I exited, I heard the man's menacing laugh cackle behind me.
"You can call me Emperor."
**
After one day in the cell, I began to regain my ability to use the Force. When I felt I was
strong enough, I reached out along the invisible bond I shared with my master. From the
distance of the bond, I could tell that my master was searching for me.
So, I waited another interminable day to be rescued. While I waited, I played a few
games with the Force. My favorite game was one in which I picked up my thin cot with
the Force, and then tried to see how long I could hold it up. It was actually quite
entertaining. Hey, who ever said adults can't act childish every once and a while?
**
The day of my execution arrived, and my master still hadn't shown up. Many
possibilities ran through my head. What if he had engine troubles? What if he had run
into pirates? What if the Jedi Council had forbidden any action to rescue me? Those
what-ifs had me seriously worried.
I was half-marched, half-dragged to the execution site. I was led up to a platform that
faced a large crowd of cheering, rowdy people. The sight of the bloodthirsty mob
disgusted me. I was chained to a wall, with my wrists held above my head. My back was
facing the crowd. A fearsome guard came up to me, with a long, leather whip ready. He
was about to strike my flesh with it, but he was stopped when his wrist suddenly moved
to the right. A surprised look crossed his face, and before he knew what was happening,
my master had disarmed him. My master, Qui-Gon, had appeared from the middle of the
crowd. Many guards began firing at Qui-Gon, and he deflected their shots with blinding
speed and accuracy, whirling his green lightsaber in a graceful arc. After he had defeated
most of the guards, he ran up to me and freed me from the chains where I had been
imprisoned. Qui-Gon deactivated his lightsaber and caught me as I fell backwards,
unable to support myself. My chest was heaving painfully and my vision swam. Qui-
Gon's kind, concerned eyes gazed into my own eyes.
"Master! You're here!" I breathed, relief coloring my tone, "You have no idea how
bored I was!" Qui-Gon laughed.
"Let's get you home, my apprentice. The Jedi Temple has been without its troublemaker
for far too long," he said. I nodded and closed my eyes, too tired to protest his teasing.
"I can't wait," was the last thing out of my mouth before sleep claimed me.
THE END!
Rating: PG
Archive: Sure, but e-mail me first (Jediashley1@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: You can figure out what belongs to da man, Mr. Lucas. Everything else
belongs to me.
Summary: Obi goes on a solo mission. Of course, nothing goes as planned.
**
THE MISSION OF DECEPTION
The soft hum of the small spacecraft's engines made me sigh in contentment. The
cockpit is my favorite place to be. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, a 22-year-old Jedi apprentice.
Jedi are in the service of the Galactic Republic, helping to fight crime and solve disputes
around the galaxy. I have handsome, strong features, with ginger spiky hair and stormy
eyes. My master, Qui-Gon Jinn, always suggests that I am too handsome for my own
good, for I always end up being chased by a group of giggling females on every mission
we go on.
I was on my first solo mission, which means no help from my powerful Jedi Master.
Yep, I was all alone. My mission was going to be quite simple and routine, escort the
princess of her planet, Calco, to negotiate with the neighboring planet after a gruesome
war. When my superiors back home tell me that my missions will be easy and orthodox,
they usually don't end up that way, especially when I'm on the job.
Anyway, back to the story. The small indicator on the ship's console beeped softly to
alert me that I was approaching my destination. As I pulled the little ship out of
hyperspace, I got my first glimpse of the planet. It was a little planet, milky blue, and it
had a think cloud cover.
As I piloted the little ship closer to the atmosphere, my console picked up an incoming
transmission.
"Incoming ship, please transmit your clearance code," the voice said in a low,
mechanical tone.
"I don't have one, sir. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi. I was sent here by the Galactic
Senate at your request," I answered, suddenly suspicious.
"Jedi?" the voice questioned, "We didn't request Jedi help. Please allow us to escort you
to a landing platform; resist, and you die."
I ran my hand over my short hair and sighed. See what I mean by "not routine?"
Two starships appeared beside me to make certain I didn't try to escape. Escape from
what was the question I had to ask myself. I was almost afraid of what the answer could
be.
We dropped out of the billowing clouds and landed on a platform near many small
domes. People of all species milled about the domes, carrying out their shopping and
errands in the odd city.
As soon as my ship had touched down and I had let down the landing ramp, the cockpit
door was forced open. I whirled around to face the intruders. My hand strayed to where
my lightsaber hung on my utility belt. Jedi are taught to not use their weapons on an
unarmed man. When I saw that the intruders were armed with large blasters, I ignited my
deadly weapon. The lightsaber activated with a snap and a glowing, blue rod of light shot
out of the hilt. I stood in a defensive posture, ready for their first move.
Usually, Jedi can sense their attackers' next moves by using the all-powerful Force as
their guide, but the sharp kick to my ribs caught me unprepared. I vaguely wondered
why I hadn't sensed the move beforehand. I gasped as white-hot pain knifed through me.
The loud crack of my ribs told me the cause of the pain. I coughed up blood and dropped
my lightsaber from my trembling fingers. The world dissolved into blackness.
**
I awoke on a cot in a dimly lit cell. My chest was bandaged and I was gasping for breath.
Things were not looking good.
The door to my cell whooshed open. I glanced up, startled. Again, the Force seemed
elusive, sliding away from my grasping conscience like a frightened animal trying to
escape from a curious child. The intruder strode in and hauled me up roughly. The
sudden movement further aggravated my injury, and I coughed violently.
The man forced me to walk down a long hallway. By the time we had reached our
destination, a richly decorated office, I was in danger of collapsing. The stranger shoved
me into the room and pulled up a chair.
"Sit," he ordered. I complied, not wanting to have to defend myself in my precarious
condition. When I sat in the chair, I noticed for the first time, the man in the chair across
the desk from mine.
He was a little fellow, barely up to my shoulder if he stood up. He didn't look entirely
human, for his skin had a bluish tinge to it. He stared at me for a moment with a
glittering set of ruby eyes. Finally, he spoke.
"Welcome to our planet, young Jedi," he hissed, "As you may already know, you have
been deceived. There is no princess here. This planet is ruled by an emperor," the man
paused for a moment to gauge my reaction to the trickery. He continued, slightly
disappointed when he received no noticeable reaction. I remained stoically silent. "We
are not on good terms with the Galactic Republic, so we suspect that you are a spy."
My mouth dropped open and I began to protest, but the words died on my lips at the
man's sharp look. "Your execution is set for two days from today," the man said with a
smirk on his pale lips. I was again hauled to my feet by the guard, and he led me out of
the office. As I exited, I heard the man's menacing laugh cackle behind me.
"You can call me Emperor."
**
After one day in the cell, I began to regain my ability to use the Force. When I felt I was
strong enough, I reached out along the invisible bond I shared with my master. From the
distance of the bond, I could tell that my master was searching for me.
So, I waited another interminable day to be rescued. While I waited, I played a few
games with the Force. My favorite game was one in which I picked up my thin cot with
the Force, and then tried to see how long I could hold it up. It was actually quite
entertaining. Hey, who ever said adults can't act childish every once and a while?
**
The day of my execution arrived, and my master still hadn't shown up. Many
possibilities ran through my head. What if he had engine troubles? What if he had run
into pirates? What if the Jedi Council had forbidden any action to rescue me? Those
what-ifs had me seriously worried.
I was half-marched, half-dragged to the execution site. I was led up to a platform that
faced a large crowd of cheering, rowdy people. The sight of the bloodthirsty mob
disgusted me. I was chained to a wall, with my wrists held above my head. My back was
facing the crowd. A fearsome guard came up to me, with a long, leather whip ready. He
was about to strike my flesh with it, but he was stopped when his wrist suddenly moved
to the right. A surprised look crossed his face, and before he knew what was happening,
my master had disarmed him. My master, Qui-Gon, had appeared from the middle of the
crowd. Many guards began firing at Qui-Gon, and he deflected their shots with blinding
speed and accuracy, whirling his green lightsaber in a graceful arc. After he had defeated
most of the guards, he ran up to me and freed me from the chains where I had been
imprisoned. Qui-Gon deactivated his lightsaber and caught me as I fell backwards,
unable to support myself. My chest was heaving painfully and my vision swam. Qui-
Gon's kind, concerned eyes gazed into my own eyes.
"Master! You're here!" I breathed, relief coloring my tone, "You have no idea how
bored I was!" Qui-Gon laughed.
"Let's get you home, my apprentice. The Jedi Temple has been without its troublemaker
for far too long," he said. I nodded and closed my eyes, too tired to protest his teasing.
"I can't wait," was the last thing out of my mouth before sleep claimed me.
THE END!