The Way Things Are Now: Everything Lost
By: Alyssa
Disclaimer: I don't own Obi-Wan or any of the Star Wars characters
Summary: Obi-Wan angst. He is being stifled by Qui-Gon's grief and goes out on his own only to find trouble.
Comes after Book 16 of the Jedi Apprentice series, A Call to Vengeance
He had felt Obi-Wan's pain. Obi-Wan: his padawan. Obi-Wan had needed him before, and he had ignored it. Now, Qui-Gon wasn't sure if he would ever get Obi-Wan back. He had been mourning for Tahl for so long, and in so doing, he had ignored the only thing important he had left. Tahl was dead, that couldn't be helped, but Obi-Wan could.
"We'll get him back Qui-Gon." Mace Windu said softly.
"I know." Qui-Gon responded.
~~~
"Who are you?" Obi-Wan asked the distrustful looking man.
"I'm merely a businessman. Come with me, and there won't be any trouble." The man promised, but Obi-Wan could see through him. Obi-Wan's mind was still warming up from its absence from use. He tried to think clearly, to think like a master would think, but there were too many cobwebs. He weighed his options, and he didn't have many. He could sense that this man was evil, but he was hurt and didn't know if he could defend himself if the man had a blaster.
"The decision isn't really that hard, but I'll help you with it." The man sneered.
Obi-Wan sensed the object flying towards him, and quickly moved his hand to hit it away. He was astounded when it latched firmly onto his wrist. He clawed at it with his left hand, but it was stuck. "What is this?" He demanded, waving it in the man's direction. How could he have been so stupid? Qui-Gon would never have been fooled. It suddenly hit Obi-Wan that he might never see Qui-Gon ever again; this could be the last time he saw Coruscant, the last time he saw anything. If Tahl could be killed so easily, couldn't he? He was so saddened by the thought that he almost missed the man's response.
"It's a control device." The man grinned maliciously, obviously aware that he had the upper hand.
"A control for what?" Obi-Wan said in a low, steady voice. If he was going to lose control, he wasn't going to show it.
"A control for the force."
Obi-Wan's brain went numb. A control for the force? The force can't be controlled, he tried to reason. He had to do something, something to test it. He looked at the pile of rags he had been sitting on not long again. Nothing happened, nothing at all. He was trying to move them, to pick them up, to do anything with them; but it wasn't working. He had lost his power in the force. He had lost the only thing that he had.
Obi-Wan looked up at the man who had done this to him, the man that had taken everything away. The man laughed.
"It's OK young Jedi. It's only temporary. You'll get all your powers back once you're in the ring."
"The ring?" Without the force, Obi-Wan couldn't read the man's thoughts, and his dependence on the force made it impossible for him to do it by himself.
"I run a fighting ring. Betting, you know? Of course you know, you were just playing sabacc!"
Obi-Wan wasn't sure if the man talked that way normally, or if he was deliberately skipping around the question to upset Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan felt his anger rise. He was being taken advantage of. This man was going to use his skill in the force against some other creature. Obi-Wan started to think of what he would do if he had the force back, but mentally checked himself. No, the man wouldn't win more than he already had; Obi-Wan would never go to the dark side.
~~~
"He's gone." Qui-Gon breathed quietly.
"What?" Mace Windu asked.
"I lost him; his signal. It just disappeared. Burnt out." Qui-Gon looked around him. They were at the lower levels of Coruscant.
"What does that mean?" Mace seemed genuinely worried. He had spent time with Obi-Wan, especially after Tahl's death.
"I don't know."
~~~
Obi-Wan couldn't keep his frustration from growing. He was being shipped like an animal. The evil man, a man he didn't even know, had put him in a crate and now they were moving somewhere. Obi-Wan looked at the bracelet, the source of all his new problems. Quiet. Quiet had been the source before. He almost laughed at the humor of this. Quiet had been bad, but this type of quiet: quiet from the force, was so much worse.
~~~
"Qui-Gon!" Mace called. Qui-Gon turned quickly, and sprinted to where he had left the other man. If his heart had been broken before, now it was incinerated; Obi-Wan's robe, dirty, torn, and empty.
TBC…
I know this is really short, but I wrote it in like, 10 minutes. I knew you guys would want something soon! By the way: THANKS so much for your reviews! Keep it up!
a/n
OHHH!!!!! A fighting ring! This could get so much worse for Obi-Wan couldn't it? E-mail any ideas or suggestions to yellowbrick_1@hotmail.com
By: Alyssa
Disclaimer: I don't own Obi-Wan or any of the Star Wars characters
Summary: Obi-Wan angst. He is being stifled by Qui-Gon's grief and goes out on his own only to find trouble.
Comes after Book 16 of the Jedi Apprentice series, A Call to Vengeance
He had felt Obi-Wan's pain. Obi-Wan: his padawan. Obi-Wan had needed him before, and he had ignored it. Now, Qui-Gon wasn't sure if he would ever get Obi-Wan back. He had been mourning for Tahl for so long, and in so doing, he had ignored the only thing important he had left. Tahl was dead, that couldn't be helped, but Obi-Wan could.
"We'll get him back Qui-Gon." Mace Windu said softly.
"I know." Qui-Gon responded.
~~~
"Who are you?" Obi-Wan asked the distrustful looking man.
"I'm merely a businessman. Come with me, and there won't be any trouble." The man promised, but Obi-Wan could see through him. Obi-Wan's mind was still warming up from its absence from use. He tried to think clearly, to think like a master would think, but there were too many cobwebs. He weighed his options, and he didn't have many. He could sense that this man was evil, but he was hurt and didn't know if he could defend himself if the man had a blaster.
"The decision isn't really that hard, but I'll help you with it." The man sneered.
Obi-Wan sensed the object flying towards him, and quickly moved his hand to hit it away. He was astounded when it latched firmly onto his wrist. He clawed at it with his left hand, but it was stuck. "What is this?" He demanded, waving it in the man's direction. How could he have been so stupid? Qui-Gon would never have been fooled. It suddenly hit Obi-Wan that he might never see Qui-Gon ever again; this could be the last time he saw Coruscant, the last time he saw anything. If Tahl could be killed so easily, couldn't he? He was so saddened by the thought that he almost missed the man's response.
"It's a control device." The man grinned maliciously, obviously aware that he had the upper hand.
"A control for what?" Obi-Wan said in a low, steady voice. If he was going to lose control, he wasn't going to show it.
"A control for the force."
Obi-Wan's brain went numb. A control for the force? The force can't be controlled, he tried to reason. He had to do something, something to test it. He looked at the pile of rags he had been sitting on not long again. Nothing happened, nothing at all. He was trying to move them, to pick them up, to do anything with them; but it wasn't working. He had lost his power in the force. He had lost the only thing that he had.
Obi-Wan looked up at the man who had done this to him, the man that had taken everything away. The man laughed.
"It's OK young Jedi. It's only temporary. You'll get all your powers back once you're in the ring."
"The ring?" Without the force, Obi-Wan couldn't read the man's thoughts, and his dependence on the force made it impossible for him to do it by himself.
"I run a fighting ring. Betting, you know? Of course you know, you were just playing sabacc!"
Obi-Wan wasn't sure if the man talked that way normally, or if he was deliberately skipping around the question to upset Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan felt his anger rise. He was being taken advantage of. This man was going to use his skill in the force against some other creature. Obi-Wan started to think of what he would do if he had the force back, but mentally checked himself. No, the man wouldn't win more than he already had; Obi-Wan would never go to the dark side.
~~~
"He's gone." Qui-Gon breathed quietly.
"What?" Mace Windu asked.
"I lost him; his signal. It just disappeared. Burnt out." Qui-Gon looked around him. They were at the lower levels of Coruscant.
"What does that mean?" Mace seemed genuinely worried. He had spent time with Obi-Wan, especially after Tahl's death.
"I don't know."
~~~
Obi-Wan couldn't keep his frustration from growing. He was being shipped like an animal. The evil man, a man he didn't even know, had put him in a crate and now they were moving somewhere. Obi-Wan looked at the bracelet, the source of all his new problems. Quiet. Quiet had been the source before. He almost laughed at the humor of this. Quiet had been bad, but this type of quiet: quiet from the force, was so much worse.
~~~
"Qui-Gon!" Mace called. Qui-Gon turned quickly, and sprinted to where he had left the other man. If his heart had been broken before, now it was incinerated; Obi-Wan's robe, dirty, torn, and empty.
TBC…
I know this is really short, but I wrote it in like, 10 minutes. I knew you guys would want something soon! By the way: THANKS so much for your reviews! Keep it up!
a/n
OHHH!!!!! A fighting ring! This could get so much worse for Obi-Wan couldn't it? E-mail any ideas or suggestions to yellowbrick_1@hotmail.com
