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Here's the next chapter, hope you all like it!
Thanx to: dovecatcher, Max452, Ivy, E. Kenobi, robinyj, M.S., skittles, Ginger Ninja, A Good Little Jedi (lol=), shen panda, Gwenhwyfar Emrys and ~Becky~...wonderful reviews, and I'm so grateful that you took the time to read my fic=)
OH and Obi is 16 in this fic
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"Master, not that I don't love getting up in the middle of the night and agreeing to trust my life to something that's as old as Yoda, but...what exactly are we doing?" Obi-Wan asked as he examined the sections of the ship, fighting his gut feeling to run and get as far away from this junkyard candidate as possible. But he had to admit, it was flight-worthy...barely.
"You mean the mission? Obi-Wan, come sit and I'll explain," the Jedi Master said, partially in an effort to stop his apprentice's scrutinizing of their ship, and gestured to the piolet's seat as he eased himself into the co-piolet's. The vessel had already been inspected by a Temple crew and deemed flyable, there was no changing that. Worrying themselves over the imperfections of the interior would do nothing but raise the anxiety level the entire trip.
Once Obi-Wan was seated and initiating the flight sequence, Qui-Gon began, "We are being sent to the planet of Gilderon. On it, hidden, is something called the Minithycirate, a power source of unknown limitations. The people who originally protected it, the people of Lithios, revered it as a sacred gift from the gods. It wasn't until several failed attempt to steal the power source, all of which came dangerously close to succeeding, did the Lithions decide that, for the safety of the Minithycirate, they must hide it. They called upon the Jedi to help then, and they do again, now. The king has gotten word that a group of Amorganian pirates have discovered that it is housed in a temple on Gilderon. Hopefully, because there are several hundred Lithion temples on Gilderon, the pirates do not know the particular temple and we have a chance of being able to retrieve the Minithycirate before the they are able to discover its exact whereabouts."
Obi-Wan, having, apparently by defying all laws of Force and man, successfully taken off and launched the ship into hyperspace, finished typing in the auto-piolet coordinates, and allowed the information to sink in before replying. "And Master, if they do locate the Minithycirate before we arrive?"
Qui-Gon thought a moment, knowing though he did not want to, he must consider the possibility, "Well, if they do, this mission will be considerably longer. We will have to hope "Ol' Reliable" lives up to both parts of her name," he smiled, but then turned serious, "The Minithycirate is not an entity that anyone can really explain, and I, frankly, am not sure if I know how to begin to. All I will say is that it is neither a true solid, liquid, nor gas. It behaves like a gas in many ways, but the particles have never separated, they are always grouped together in almost a solid ball." The Jedi looked at his charge to see if his vague description was understandable. Receiving a nod, he continued, "And, true, it has power beyond our comprehension, but it is unknown of how to harness this energy. It was too powerful to even be experimented with. So, it was encased in a Ramertharian sphere, though energy readings can still be observed from it." He fell silent, allowing a moment for his apprentice to process it all.
Obi-Wan took the time to go over it again in his head. A Ramertharian sphere was an impenetrable material that, once an object was placed in it, there was no known way to remove it, which was a comfort if the pirates did manage to find it before the Jedi. But, the impenetrability worked both ways. There should be no energy readings being emitted from the sphere...
Obi-Wan shook the thought from his head. He didn't want to consider what the implication of the ability of power source to emit *that* kind of energy was. Instead, he turned his attention to the actual journey there.
"How long is the transport there going to be?" Obi-Wan asked, breaking away from his previous concerns.
"You don't know?" Qui-Gon asked incredulously. On most missions, Obi-Wan was able to spit back the exact amount of time, down to the seconds, until their arrival.
"There's no navi-chron on this system," Obi-Wan replied as he patted the consul, perhaps a little too hard, for the computer responded with an annoying loud, constant and grating sound. Obi-Wan looked down at the machine, thought for a moment, then smacked it again. The buzzing stopped. Looking up, he saw Qui-Gon's half-amused, half-distraught expression. "What?"
Qui-Gon simply sighed and shook his head. "But, if I remember correctly, you do take courses on determining this kind of thing."
"Yes, but I didn't see the point to learning it. Everything was computerized 300 years ago! It's not my fault that this piece of scrap has passed it's tri-centennial!" Obi-Wan grumbled.
"Well, now you see a point. How long until we arrive?" Qui-Gon pressed, attempting to force Obi-Wan to use the knowledge he possessed.
Obi-Wan tried to think, but his mind was starting to cloud with exhaustion. What little energy he had had before was now near gone. The complex formulas for measuring light year vs. time were not something his tired brain could handle at the moment. Seeing this, Qui-Gon took pity on the boy.
"It's approximately 47 hours. Now, why don't you go and try to sleep for, say, half of them." Qui-Gon smiled and stood up, pulling his apprentice up with him. They walked together to the small commons room connecting to the single bedroom, which housed two cots. Nudging the boy towards the bedroom, Qui-Gon sat down in a rather uncomfortable chair, grabbed a data pad and prepared himself for a long journey.
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An hour and a half later, a small creak drew Qui-Gon's attention from his reading. Obi-Wan walked out from bedroom, looking no more refreshed than he did when he went in. If anything, he looked worse.
Dragging himself over to the chair next to Qui-Gon, he very *gracefully* dropped himself in and picked up a data pad.
Qui-Gon watched with concern. "Obi-Wan, I thought I told you to get some rest," he said firmly, but his voice softened when the boy looked up at him, pain and weariness accenting his features, "Did you have another nightmare?"
Obi-Wan nodded reluctantly. He had hoped that his master wouldn't notice, 'but,' he thought wryly, 'looking the way I must, he would have to be as stupid as a drakmad,' recalling the memory of the time when his master had brought one of the small, reptilian, sharply clawed, yet dimly witted, animals home. Obi-Wan had spent the entire time tormenting the poor creature. Applying the phrase 'couldn't find your way out of a wet paper bag' would definitely not an exaggeration...Obi-Wan proved that. He almost smirked at the memory, but thought better of it.
"It was the same as the others, a crash, a bright light...the pain was worse though..." Obi-Wan admitted.
"Obi-Wan, why were you shielding?" Qui-Gon asked, gently but sternly, "We've been over this. I cannot help you if you ke-"
Qui-Gon was cut off by a sudden jolt that ran through the ship. It was followed by several, small subsequent tremors.
"I'll go see what the problem is," Obi-Wan said hastily, and headed for the piolet's cabin, glad to prolong the time before he received another lecture on his shielding...He didn't want to block Qui-Gon out, it was just an instinct he used to block his pain from others. Most of the time he didn't even know he was doing it.
Obi-Wan reached the readout panel and swept his gaze across it, searching for the source of the disturbance. Noticing the problem, Obi-Wan hurried back to where Qui-Gon was sitting anxiously.
"Wha-" Qui-Gon began, but Obi-Wan cut him off.
"How long did you say this trip would take?" Obi-Wan asked quickly.
"About 47 hours,"
"And how long was I asleep for?" he asked, the tension mounting in his voice.
"An hour and a half--Obi-Wan, what's going on? What did you find out?" Qui-Gon asked, a bit impatiently.
"Well Master, I can tell you right now, we won't make it there..."
Oh and BTW, this wasn't beta read, so please forgive any errors you find...English language ::shudder:: The rest will be beta'd though, sorry I made you suffer through this=)
This chapter was mainly background...it gets more exciting later...sorry for my little tangents, tell me if they take away from the story...
The next chapter will be longer, I think=) As always, be a good little Jedi and review, I luv reading feedback, because feedback prevents chaos and angry readers from taking over...and it might persuade me to give you a hint at what's to come...don't know if you'll like the hint (kinda more of a "how the heck does that happen" type thing, but hey suspense good=)
~Megan
Here's the next chapter, hope you all like it!
Thanx to: dovecatcher, Max452, Ivy, E. Kenobi, robinyj, M.S., skittles, Ginger Ninja, A Good Little Jedi (lol=), shen panda, Gwenhwyfar Emrys and ~Becky~...wonderful reviews, and I'm so grateful that you took the time to read my fic=)
OH and Obi is 16 in this fic
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"Master, not that I don't love getting up in the middle of the night and agreeing to trust my life to something that's as old as Yoda, but...what exactly are we doing?" Obi-Wan asked as he examined the sections of the ship, fighting his gut feeling to run and get as far away from this junkyard candidate as possible. But he had to admit, it was flight-worthy...barely.
"You mean the mission? Obi-Wan, come sit and I'll explain," the Jedi Master said, partially in an effort to stop his apprentice's scrutinizing of their ship, and gestured to the piolet's seat as he eased himself into the co-piolet's. The vessel had already been inspected by a Temple crew and deemed flyable, there was no changing that. Worrying themselves over the imperfections of the interior would do nothing but raise the anxiety level the entire trip.
Once Obi-Wan was seated and initiating the flight sequence, Qui-Gon began, "We are being sent to the planet of Gilderon. On it, hidden, is something called the Minithycirate, a power source of unknown limitations. The people who originally protected it, the people of Lithios, revered it as a sacred gift from the gods. It wasn't until several failed attempt to steal the power source, all of which came dangerously close to succeeding, did the Lithions decide that, for the safety of the Minithycirate, they must hide it. They called upon the Jedi to help then, and they do again, now. The king has gotten word that a group of Amorganian pirates have discovered that it is housed in a temple on Gilderon. Hopefully, because there are several hundred Lithion temples on Gilderon, the pirates do not know the particular temple and we have a chance of being able to retrieve the Minithycirate before the they are able to discover its exact whereabouts."
Obi-Wan, having, apparently by defying all laws of Force and man, successfully taken off and launched the ship into hyperspace, finished typing in the auto-piolet coordinates, and allowed the information to sink in before replying. "And Master, if they do locate the Minithycirate before we arrive?"
Qui-Gon thought a moment, knowing though he did not want to, he must consider the possibility, "Well, if they do, this mission will be considerably longer. We will have to hope "Ol' Reliable" lives up to both parts of her name," he smiled, but then turned serious, "The Minithycirate is not an entity that anyone can really explain, and I, frankly, am not sure if I know how to begin to. All I will say is that it is neither a true solid, liquid, nor gas. It behaves like a gas in many ways, but the particles have never separated, they are always grouped together in almost a solid ball." The Jedi looked at his charge to see if his vague description was understandable. Receiving a nod, he continued, "And, true, it has power beyond our comprehension, but it is unknown of how to harness this energy. It was too powerful to even be experimented with. So, it was encased in a Ramertharian sphere, though energy readings can still be observed from it." He fell silent, allowing a moment for his apprentice to process it all.
Obi-Wan took the time to go over it again in his head. A Ramertharian sphere was an impenetrable material that, once an object was placed in it, there was no known way to remove it, which was a comfort if the pirates did manage to find it before the Jedi. But, the impenetrability worked both ways. There should be no energy readings being emitted from the sphere...
Obi-Wan shook the thought from his head. He didn't want to consider what the implication of the ability of power source to emit *that* kind of energy was. Instead, he turned his attention to the actual journey there.
"How long is the transport there going to be?" Obi-Wan asked, breaking away from his previous concerns.
"You don't know?" Qui-Gon asked incredulously. On most missions, Obi-Wan was able to spit back the exact amount of time, down to the seconds, until their arrival.
"There's no navi-chron on this system," Obi-Wan replied as he patted the consul, perhaps a little too hard, for the computer responded with an annoying loud, constant and grating sound. Obi-Wan looked down at the machine, thought for a moment, then smacked it again. The buzzing stopped. Looking up, he saw Qui-Gon's half-amused, half-distraught expression. "What?"
Qui-Gon simply sighed and shook his head. "But, if I remember correctly, you do take courses on determining this kind of thing."
"Yes, but I didn't see the point to learning it. Everything was computerized 300 years ago! It's not my fault that this piece of scrap has passed it's tri-centennial!" Obi-Wan grumbled.
"Well, now you see a point. How long until we arrive?" Qui-Gon pressed, attempting to force Obi-Wan to use the knowledge he possessed.
Obi-Wan tried to think, but his mind was starting to cloud with exhaustion. What little energy he had had before was now near gone. The complex formulas for measuring light year vs. time were not something his tired brain could handle at the moment. Seeing this, Qui-Gon took pity on the boy.
"It's approximately 47 hours. Now, why don't you go and try to sleep for, say, half of them." Qui-Gon smiled and stood up, pulling his apprentice up with him. They walked together to the small commons room connecting to the single bedroom, which housed two cots. Nudging the boy towards the bedroom, Qui-Gon sat down in a rather uncomfortable chair, grabbed a data pad and prepared himself for a long journey.
* * * * *
An hour and a half later, a small creak drew Qui-Gon's attention from his reading. Obi-Wan walked out from bedroom, looking no more refreshed than he did when he went in. If anything, he looked worse.
Dragging himself over to the chair next to Qui-Gon, he very *gracefully* dropped himself in and picked up a data pad.
Qui-Gon watched with concern. "Obi-Wan, I thought I told you to get some rest," he said firmly, but his voice softened when the boy looked up at him, pain and weariness accenting his features, "Did you have another nightmare?"
Obi-Wan nodded reluctantly. He had hoped that his master wouldn't notice, 'but,' he thought wryly, 'looking the way I must, he would have to be as stupid as a drakmad,' recalling the memory of the time when his master had brought one of the small, reptilian, sharply clawed, yet dimly witted, animals home. Obi-Wan had spent the entire time tormenting the poor creature. Applying the phrase 'couldn't find your way out of a wet paper bag' would definitely not an exaggeration...Obi-Wan proved that. He almost smirked at the memory, but thought better of it.
"It was the same as the others, a crash, a bright light...the pain was worse though..." Obi-Wan admitted.
"Obi-Wan, why were you shielding?" Qui-Gon asked, gently but sternly, "We've been over this. I cannot help you if you ke-"
Qui-Gon was cut off by a sudden jolt that ran through the ship. It was followed by several, small subsequent tremors.
"I'll go see what the problem is," Obi-Wan said hastily, and headed for the piolet's cabin, glad to prolong the time before he received another lecture on his shielding...He didn't want to block Qui-Gon out, it was just an instinct he used to block his pain from others. Most of the time he didn't even know he was doing it.
Obi-Wan reached the readout panel and swept his gaze across it, searching for the source of the disturbance. Noticing the problem, Obi-Wan hurried back to where Qui-Gon was sitting anxiously.
"Wha-" Qui-Gon began, but Obi-Wan cut him off.
"How long did you say this trip would take?" Obi-Wan asked quickly.
"About 47 hours,"
"And how long was I asleep for?" he asked, the tension mounting in his voice.
"An hour and a half--Obi-Wan, what's going on? What did you find out?" Qui-Gon asked, a bit impatiently.
"Well Master, I can tell you right now, we won't make it there..."
Oh and BTW, this wasn't beta read, so please forgive any errors you find...English language ::shudder:: The rest will be beta'd though, sorry I made you suffer through this=)
This chapter was mainly background...it gets more exciting later...sorry for my little tangents, tell me if they take away from the story...
The next chapter will be longer, I think=) As always, be a good little Jedi and review, I luv reading feedback, because feedback prevents chaos and angry readers from taking over...and it might persuade me to give you a hint at what's to come...don't know if you'll like the hint (kinda more of a "how the heck does that happen" type thing, but hey suspense good=)
~Megan