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Qui-Gon suddenly sat straighter in his chair. Checking his comlink, he saw that Obi-Wan was not trying to contact him. But . . .something was wrong. There was great unrest in the Force. Moments later, his comlink buzzed and he received the worst possible news:
" Something went wrong, " Baruka said sadly. " Obi-Wan's cover was blown and he's been captured by Balog. "
A few hours later, Moern, Qui-Gon, and Baruka sat in Moern's office, listening to Baruka's story, " I thought everything was going fine. My contact said Balog would be interested in the boy. I followed them and saw when they captured him. There were too many for me to successfully interfere, but I saw them strap a collar to Obi-Wan. "
" A Force inhibiting collar, " Qui-Gon murmured. " Well this is just wonderful, " he added sarcastically.
" This is my fault, " Baruka said, burying his face in his hands.
" No, " Qui-Gon protested. " It's mine. I shouldn't have let him do this. Besides, how could Balog have known it was Obi-Wan? I almost didn't recognize him after the costume change. I think someone's spying for Balog. "
" What are we going to do now? " Moern asked.
" Maybe there's something in his hideout, " Baruka suggested. " I remember where it is and could take you. "
Qui-Gon nodded, " Alright. If that doesn't work I'll contact the Council for instructions. "
When Obi-Wan woke, he felt as if Banthas had trampled on his head.
He squinted when daylight filtered in his half opened eyes. No, that wasn't the sun, it was an overhead light. Slowly, he sat up, fighting the black spots that bounced across his vision ' Alright, injury number one: concussion. Now to dull the pain. '
His mind was able to touch small tendrills of the Force, but he could not grasp onto it. Dimly, he remembered the collar and groaned. The boy looked around the room, only to discover that besides the lamp was the only object in the tiny room. Obi-Wan was not surprised to see his weapons missing. Seeing no need for the headband and gloves, he
Took them off, his now red Padawan braid falling to rest against his shoulder. ' How long have I been asleep? '
Obi-Wan didn't have time to ponder over his question though. The door opened, and before he knew it, he was being hauled up to his feet and came face to face with Balog. " Hello Obi-Wan. Tell me, how's your master? "
The boy fought his restrainer and tried to lunge at the man in front of him. " Guess I hit a soft spot, " Balog taunted. " I guess Qui-Gon hasn't gotten over the tragic death of his beloved Tahl. "
The way Balog said ' Tahl ' caused Obi-Wan to lunge again. The man
insulted her, and her memory just by saying her name. " Stupid Jedi, " The man murmured. " I bet the Jedi were glad to lose the blind idiot. "
The restrainer had gotten smart and held Obi-Wan in a grip so tight that he couldn't move. But that didn't stop the Padawan from giving the biggest glare he could through his disgusted face. Inside, he could hear Yoda's voice clear in his mind, " Anger. A clear path to the darkside it is. "
With a much clamer voice, but no less menacing, the boy replied, "You don't know the first thing about Tahl. "
Balog smirked and began to speak, obviously enjoying the sound of his own voice. " You know Obi-Wan. I have a small problem. I've heard that after a Jedi loses the ability to use the. . . . . what is it. . . . ah the Force, they aren't as tough as they claim to be. "
" They're tougher than you, " the boy countered flatly.
" Oh I guess you wanna help me with the problem then, " Balog said. Obi-Wan's eyes widened in realization and he dimly noted that his captor looked suddenly very excited. " Well, that can be arranged. Although, I've learned from a friend we know very well that he's
bringing your master here to look for both of us. I'm hoping to leave him a gift to come back to after a pointless search. "
The fist came so fast that Obi-Wan didn't get a chance to ready himself. He wanted to curl in a small ball and wait until the sudden pain in his stomach was gone, but the unseen living chains held him upright. Again and again the fists landed, but the boy held any sounds
in.The only time he whimpered was when he felt a sharp crack in his ribs. Finally, the jabs stoppped and the Padawan took a deep, shaking breath. Every movement sent shooting pains to his ribs.
He looked up to see the smiling form of Balog. " I'm surprised you held up, boy. " A long metal cylynder was pulled out of the man's pocket. Suddenly, a long, very dim blue blade was inches from his face. " Reconize this? "
Obi-Wan's eyes widened and he quickly took in air. The only comfort he had at the moment was that his lightsaber was in training mode. Then a sharp pain registered in his head, and he fell into dreamland for the second time that night.
A green blade shot through the door as if it were nothing but air. It curved upward from the floor to form a half-oval shape. Metal flew as the blade weilder kicked in, causing the door to no longer be there.
Qui-Gon entered, lightsaber off but in the ready position. Baruka and Moern followed with blasters drawn. Throwing caution to the wind, the tree had taken and air taxi to the area of the hideout. It haden' t taken Baruka long to point Qui-Gon in the right direction, and from
there the Jedi Master took all the initiative.
The room was empty. If there had once been any furniture, or dirt for that matter, it had been carefully taken away, leaving nothing behind. Seeing no immediate danger, Qui-Gon put away his weapon, the other two following his example.
All three carefully examined every spot on the floor. After what seemed like hours, Baurka exclaimed somewhat with delight, " I found something! "
' Something, ' turned out to be a small datapad, hidden under some loose floor boards. The three crowded around the screen as it was activated.
Qui-Gon's jaw clenched and sparks of anger ignited inside him as Balog's face came into view. " Hello Qui-Gon. How's Tahl? Oh, I forgot. . . . she's dead. He he he. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there to greet my visitors, but I had other pressing matters. So where's your brat
apprentice? Sending him to do your dirty work now? " The man gave a show of looking to the nearest chrono, then back to the screen. " I guess it's time for me to go. Enjoy your new residence Qui-Gon, because in about ten seconds, you'll be cooked. "
The Master's eyes widend as the transmission ended. " RUN!! "
Moern, Baruka, and Qui-Gon sprinted out of the room and into the alley. All three had a look of terror on their faces as they ran, lungs burning, but knowing if they slowed down they'd be dead.
Just as they exited the alley a monsterous force knocked them off their feet. Qui-Gon looked up in time to see debris coming and covered his head. Something tore at his arm but he bit back a cry of pain.
As quickly as it started it was over. The group got up and scanned their bodies for injuries. Moern had a cut temple, Qui-Gon a gash in his arm, and somehow Baruka came away unscathed. Fury rose in Qui-Gon, but he didn't push it down. Picking up a piece of debris, he flung it at the wall. " SITH HELLS!! " ' Damn Balog and his mind games. '
Storming off down the street, Moern and Baruka had to jog to keep up with the Master's long legged stride. If Jinn would've turned around, or listened to the Force at that very moment, he would've seen Baruka give what looked like a thumbs up sign to a fellow bounty hunter. . . ..
TBC
Hey I know I'm sorry I don't make long posts. I get very bored typing. But I promise I'll try and post 2 days a week instead of one. Bye!
Qui-Gon suddenly sat straighter in his chair. Checking his comlink, he saw that Obi-Wan was not trying to contact him. But . . .something was wrong. There was great unrest in the Force. Moments later, his comlink buzzed and he received the worst possible news:
" Something went wrong, " Baruka said sadly. " Obi-Wan's cover was blown and he's been captured by Balog. "
A few hours later, Moern, Qui-Gon, and Baruka sat in Moern's office, listening to Baruka's story, " I thought everything was going fine. My contact said Balog would be interested in the boy. I followed them and saw when they captured him. There were too many for me to successfully interfere, but I saw them strap a collar to Obi-Wan. "
" A Force inhibiting collar, " Qui-Gon murmured. " Well this is just wonderful, " he added sarcastically.
" This is my fault, " Baruka said, burying his face in his hands.
" No, " Qui-Gon protested. " It's mine. I shouldn't have let him do this. Besides, how could Balog have known it was Obi-Wan? I almost didn't recognize him after the costume change. I think someone's spying for Balog. "
" What are we going to do now? " Moern asked.
" Maybe there's something in his hideout, " Baruka suggested. " I remember where it is and could take you. "
Qui-Gon nodded, " Alright. If that doesn't work I'll contact the Council for instructions. "
When Obi-Wan woke, he felt as if Banthas had trampled on his head.
He squinted when daylight filtered in his half opened eyes. No, that wasn't the sun, it was an overhead light. Slowly, he sat up, fighting the black spots that bounced across his vision ' Alright, injury number one: concussion. Now to dull the pain. '
His mind was able to touch small tendrills of the Force, but he could not grasp onto it. Dimly, he remembered the collar and groaned. The boy looked around the room, only to discover that besides the lamp was the only object in the tiny room. Obi-Wan was not surprised to see his weapons missing. Seeing no need for the headband and gloves, he
Took them off, his now red Padawan braid falling to rest against his shoulder. ' How long have I been asleep? '
Obi-Wan didn't have time to ponder over his question though. The door opened, and before he knew it, he was being hauled up to his feet and came face to face with Balog. " Hello Obi-Wan. Tell me, how's your master? "
The boy fought his restrainer and tried to lunge at the man in front of him. " Guess I hit a soft spot, " Balog taunted. " I guess Qui-Gon hasn't gotten over the tragic death of his beloved Tahl. "
The way Balog said ' Tahl ' caused Obi-Wan to lunge again. The man
insulted her, and her memory just by saying her name. " Stupid Jedi, " The man murmured. " I bet the Jedi were glad to lose the blind idiot. "
The restrainer had gotten smart and held Obi-Wan in a grip so tight that he couldn't move. But that didn't stop the Padawan from giving the biggest glare he could through his disgusted face. Inside, he could hear Yoda's voice clear in his mind, " Anger. A clear path to the darkside it is. "
With a much clamer voice, but no less menacing, the boy replied, "You don't know the first thing about Tahl. "
Balog smirked and began to speak, obviously enjoying the sound of his own voice. " You know Obi-Wan. I have a small problem. I've heard that after a Jedi loses the ability to use the. . . . . what is it. . . . ah the Force, they aren't as tough as they claim to be. "
" They're tougher than you, " the boy countered flatly.
" Oh I guess you wanna help me with the problem then, " Balog said. Obi-Wan's eyes widened in realization and he dimly noted that his captor looked suddenly very excited. " Well, that can be arranged. Although, I've learned from a friend we know very well that he's
bringing your master here to look for both of us. I'm hoping to leave him a gift to come back to after a pointless search. "
The fist came so fast that Obi-Wan didn't get a chance to ready himself. He wanted to curl in a small ball and wait until the sudden pain in his stomach was gone, but the unseen living chains held him upright. Again and again the fists landed, but the boy held any sounds
in.The only time he whimpered was when he felt a sharp crack in his ribs. Finally, the jabs stoppped and the Padawan took a deep, shaking breath. Every movement sent shooting pains to his ribs.
He looked up to see the smiling form of Balog. " I'm surprised you held up, boy. " A long metal cylynder was pulled out of the man's pocket. Suddenly, a long, very dim blue blade was inches from his face. " Reconize this? "
Obi-Wan's eyes widened and he quickly took in air. The only comfort he had at the moment was that his lightsaber was in training mode. Then a sharp pain registered in his head, and he fell into dreamland for the second time that night.
A green blade shot through the door as if it were nothing but air. It curved upward from the floor to form a half-oval shape. Metal flew as the blade weilder kicked in, causing the door to no longer be there.
Qui-Gon entered, lightsaber off but in the ready position. Baruka and Moern followed with blasters drawn. Throwing caution to the wind, the tree had taken and air taxi to the area of the hideout. It haden' t taken Baruka long to point Qui-Gon in the right direction, and from
there the Jedi Master took all the initiative.
The room was empty. If there had once been any furniture, or dirt for that matter, it had been carefully taken away, leaving nothing behind. Seeing no immediate danger, Qui-Gon put away his weapon, the other two following his example.
All three carefully examined every spot on the floor. After what seemed like hours, Baurka exclaimed somewhat with delight, " I found something! "
' Something, ' turned out to be a small datapad, hidden under some loose floor boards. The three crowded around the screen as it was activated.
Qui-Gon's jaw clenched and sparks of anger ignited inside him as Balog's face came into view. " Hello Qui-Gon. How's Tahl? Oh, I forgot. . . . she's dead. He he he. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there to greet my visitors, but I had other pressing matters. So where's your brat
apprentice? Sending him to do your dirty work now? " The man gave a show of looking to the nearest chrono, then back to the screen. " I guess it's time for me to go. Enjoy your new residence Qui-Gon, because in about ten seconds, you'll be cooked. "
The Master's eyes widend as the transmission ended. " RUN!! "
Moern, Baruka, and Qui-Gon sprinted out of the room and into the alley. All three had a look of terror on their faces as they ran, lungs burning, but knowing if they slowed down they'd be dead.
Just as they exited the alley a monsterous force knocked them off their feet. Qui-Gon looked up in time to see debris coming and covered his head. Something tore at his arm but he bit back a cry of pain.
As quickly as it started it was over. The group got up and scanned their bodies for injuries. Moern had a cut temple, Qui-Gon a gash in his arm, and somehow Baruka came away unscathed. Fury rose in Qui-Gon, but he didn't push it down. Picking up a piece of debris, he flung it at the wall. " SITH HELLS!! " ' Damn Balog and his mind games. '
Storming off down the street, Moern and Baruka had to jog to keep up with the Master's long legged stride. If Jinn would've turned around, or listened to the Force at that very moment, he would've seen Baruka give what looked like a thumbs up sign to a fellow bounty hunter. . . ..
TBC
Hey I know I'm sorry I don't make long posts. I get very bored typing. But I promise I'll try and post 2 days a week instead of one. Bye!