Namir stalked the mysterious stranger stealthily, attempting to remain
hidden in the shadows of the dark alleyway. She was certain this way her
target. He was the right height and build, and he was wearing the normal
Jedi dress of a dark cloak. Of course, she would have to be certain before
she finished her work. However, for the time being, the element of surprise
was very important. She knew that he was a skilled fighter and she did not
want a battle with him. Shooting a stranger in the back, though, was not an
option.
Suddenly she was aware that the stranger had been luring her into a better place to fight her. Turning around quickly, his lightsaber sprang to life and he threw back the hood of his cloak. Beautiful eyes bore down on her and for an instant she hesitated, wishing that she could have met him under any other circumstance. Her hesitation was long enough for him to take advantage of, though.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He asked, his stance one of catlike readiness.
"Are you Obi-Wan Kenobi?" She asked. Of course, she recognized him from the holocube, but she only wished to see what he would answer.
"No. I have never heard that name before."
"You lie." She took a step forward. "You are a Jedi. Do you expect me to believe that a regular hermit would have a lightsaber?"
"What do you want with me?"
"I want to complete my mission."
"Which is?"
"To kill you." She stated, plainly, leveling her blaster at him.
Obi-Wan rolled over on the blankets that he had laid on the floor to make his makeshift bed. Sleep had been evading him all night. He simply could not stop thinking about the beautiful woman that was now occupying his bed. He had bathed her and applied bacta patches to her cuts hours ago, but he could not get the image of her out of his mind. Although he had removed as little of her clothing as possible to clean her wounds, it had thoroughly distressed him that the whole act had made him very aroused. How could he be turned on by an unconscious woman?
True, it had been a long time since he had seen such an attractive woman. He only traveled into Mos Eisley only when he absolutely needed to; this was necessary for his separation from society. He felt as if he didn't deserve human contact.
His want for her went against all of his Jedi training. Love and lust were strictly forbidden by the Code. Obi-Wan knew that lust for a helpless woman would be even more taboo. Despite the fact that he knew it was wrong, even as he lay there attempting to sleep, the very thought of her was making him hot. His desire was making him incredibly uncomfortable. He could do nothing about it, though, with her so close. How would it look if she woke up to see that? He certainly did not intend to take advantage of her and didn't wish to make her think that he did.
Breaking the silence of the room, the woman gasped in her sleep. Obi-Wan caught a glimpse of the dream she was involved in and felt his blood run cold. She was dreaming about him. More accurately, she was dreaming about KILLING him. How in the Force....
He reached out to her mind and connected himself to the dream, immersing himself in her thoughts. He saw the dream her fighting a vision of him in dark alley, blaster bolts deflecting off his lightsaber in every direction. Had she battled Jedi before? He searched her mind, determined to find the answer to his questions.
She was a bounty hunter? But, sent by whom? He probed deeper and found his answer. The Emperor himself? She must be very skilled. That's irrelevant. He chided himself She's here to kill you. Maybe it's for the best. He was very opposed to the idea of suicide, but ending his suffering was always on his mind. Letting this woman finish what she had been sent here to do seemed like a good solution.
What if she kills me too soon? She could die herself. This was true. When she woke up, she may want to kill him right away. The way things were right now she would have no trouble. Her blaster was sitting on the table beside the bed. If she woke up now and saw me laying here with like this, I wouldn't blame her.
He sighed, weighing the options. If she gained consciousness in the next few days and was left with no medical attention, she would die. He could not be responsible for another death. She could not die, regardless of the fact that she wished to kill him. He would have to find a way out of this.
The only way he knew to accomplish what he needed to was to use the Force to make her forget why she was on this planet. It was risky, though, and against the Jedi Code. What does the Code mean to me now? He wondered. It was true, all the other Jedi save one were dead. Who did he have to answer to but himself? In the end, he would only be doing it to save her life. I can always tell her once she has healed, or rather, re-implant her memory of it in case she doesn't believe me. Why should she believe him, after all? He was a complete stranger. Well, this new development certainly ruined the mood. He joked to himself.
He sighed and slipped into Force Concentration once again. Dealing with people's memories was a risky thing. He could easily make her forget where she was from, or even who she was. He was ashamed to even be doing it in the first place; it was akin to the raping of one's mind. He touched her mind with The Force, searching her thoughts. It was like looking through a library to find the right holocube.
Flashes of her memory came to mind—being attacked by the Sand people, traveling through the desert on her dewback, bargaining for the beast... He was startled by what he found next. She had slept with a man to gain information about him, and what was more... she had envisioned that it was Obi-Wan that she was with. Obi-Wan wasn't sure whether this should please him or scare him. She was, after all, here to kill him. Although he thoroughly enjoyed the glimpses of her body he was getting (of course the memory was through her eyes, but she had, at some points looked down at herself) he pushed farther into her subconscious. This was a good woman, despite her occupation. She would not kill those that didn't deserve it. Mostly, she had been commissioned to pick up criminals—rapists, murderers, and smugglers.
Despite her obvious experiences in life, she was even somewhat naive. She wanted to believe the best about people... she even believed that the Emperor was only trying to help the galaxy! He must use mind tricks on her to get her to believe that. But, she's definitely not weak-minded. On the contrary, she was extremely intelligent.
Having reached the memory of the Emperor, Obi-Wan examined it carefully. Palpatine had convinced her that Obi-Wan was deserving of death. She believed he had killed the other Jedi and not Anakin. It might has well have been that way. He thought.
Having found what he was looking for, he prepared to go to work. Erasing a memory was the same as stealing it. He did not rationalize it. He took hold of the memory of receiving her assignment and tugged on it, pulling it from her subconscious. Once he had freed it, he realized he would have to also take all her memories from this planet. She had viewed the holocube of him many times. She finds me very attractive. He smiled with that thought and went back to work.
Suddenly she was aware that the stranger had been luring her into a better place to fight her. Turning around quickly, his lightsaber sprang to life and he threw back the hood of his cloak. Beautiful eyes bore down on her and for an instant she hesitated, wishing that she could have met him under any other circumstance. Her hesitation was long enough for him to take advantage of, though.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He asked, his stance one of catlike readiness.
"Are you Obi-Wan Kenobi?" She asked. Of course, she recognized him from the holocube, but she only wished to see what he would answer.
"No. I have never heard that name before."
"You lie." She took a step forward. "You are a Jedi. Do you expect me to believe that a regular hermit would have a lightsaber?"
"What do you want with me?"
"I want to complete my mission."
"Which is?"
"To kill you." She stated, plainly, leveling her blaster at him.
Obi-Wan rolled over on the blankets that he had laid on the floor to make his makeshift bed. Sleep had been evading him all night. He simply could not stop thinking about the beautiful woman that was now occupying his bed. He had bathed her and applied bacta patches to her cuts hours ago, but he could not get the image of her out of his mind. Although he had removed as little of her clothing as possible to clean her wounds, it had thoroughly distressed him that the whole act had made him very aroused. How could he be turned on by an unconscious woman?
True, it had been a long time since he had seen such an attractive woman. He only traveled into Mos Eisley only when he absolutely needed to; this was necessary for his separation from society. He felt as if he didn't deserve human contact.
His want for her went against all of his Jedi training. Love and lust were strictly forbidden by the Code. Obi-Wan knew that lust for a helpless woman would be even more taboo. Despite the fact that he knew it was wrong, even as he lay there attempting to sleep, the very thought of her was making him hot. His desire was making him incredibly uncomfortable. He could do nothing about it, though, with her so close. How would it look if she woke up to see that? He certainly did not intend to take advantage of her and didn't wish to make her think that he did.
Breaking the silence of the room, the woman gasped in her sleep. Obi-Wan caught a glimpse of the dream she was involved in and felt his blood run cold. She was dreaming about him. More accurately, she was dreaming about KILLING him. How in the Force....
He reached out to her mind and connected himself to the dream, immersing himself in her thoughts. He saw the dream her fighting a vision of him in dark alley, blaster bolts deflecting off his lightsaber in every direction. Had she battled Jedi before? He searched her mind, determined to find the answer to his questions.
She was a bounty hunter? But, sent by whom? He probed deeper and found his answer. The Emperor himself? She must be very skilled. That's irrelevant. He chided himself She's here to kill you. Maybe it's for the best. He was very opposed to the idea of suicide, but ending his suffering was always on his mind. Letting this woman finish what she had been sent here to do seemed like a good solution.
What if she kills me too soon? She could die herself. This was true. When she woke up, she may want to kill him right away. The way things were right now she would have no trouble. Her blaster was sitting on the table beside the bed. If she woke up now and saw me laying here with like this, I wouldn't blame her.
He sighed, weighing the options. If she gained consciousness in the next few days and was left with no medical attention, she would die. He could not be responsible for another death. She could not die, regardless of the fact that she wished to kill him. He would have to find a way out of this.
The only way he knew to accomplish what he needed to was to use the Force to make her forget why she was on this planet. It was risky, though, and against the Jedi Code. What does the Code mean to me now? He wondered. It was true, all the other Jedi save one were dead. Who did he have to answer to but himself? In the end, he would only be doing it to save her life. I can always tell her once she has healed, or rather, re-implant her memory of it in case she doesn't believe me. Why should she believe him, after all? He was a complete stranger. Well, this new development certainly ruined the mood. He joked to himself.
He sighed and slipped into Force Concentration once again. Dealing with people's memories was a risky thing. He could easily make her forget where she was from, or even who she was. He was ashamed to even be doing it in the first place; it was akin to the raping of one's mind. He touched her mind with The Force, searching her thoughts. It was like looking through a library to find the right holocube.
Flashes of her memory came to mind—being attacked by the Sand people, traveling through the desert on her dewback, bargaining for the beast... He was startled by what he found next. She had slept with a man to gain information about him, and what was more... she had envisioned that it was Obi-Wan that she was with. Obi-Wan wasn't sure whether this should please him or scare him. She was, after all, here to kill him. Although he thoroughly enjoyed the glimpses of her body he was getting (of course the memory was through her eyes, but she had, at some points looked down at herself) he pushed farther into her subconscious. This was a good woman, despite her occupation. She would not kill those that didn't deserve it. Mostly, she had been commissioned to pick up criminals—rapists, murderers, and smugglers.
Despite her obvious experiences in life, she was even somewhat naive. She wanted to believe the best about people... she even believed that the Emperor was only trying to help the galaxy! He must use mind tricks on her to get her to believe that. But, she's definitely not weak-minded. On the contrary, she was extremely intelligent.
Having reached the memory of the Emperor, Obi-Wan examined it carefully. Palpatine had convinced her that Obi-Wan was deserving of death. She believed he had killed the other Jedi and not Anakin. It might has well have been that way. He thought.
Having found what he was looking for, he prepared to go to work. Erasing a memory was the same as stealing it. He did not rationalize it. He took hold of the memory of receiving her assignment and tugged on it, pulling it from her subconscious. Once he had freed it, he realized he would have to also take all her memories from this planet. She had viewed the holocube of him many times. She finds me very attractive. He smiled with that thought and went back to work.