Title: In the Darkness Bind Them
Author: Sheleigh
Disclaimers apply from chapter one
Authors final notes: Hope you enjoyed this story- it is now over, you can
go about your business! / represents personal thoughts // communication
through the bond.
/Could it really have been a month?/ Garen shook his head, trying to clear the fogginess from it. He leaned his head back against the cold rock wall behind him, allowing the small drip of water that was always there to drip on his face. Sighing, he allowed the Force to take him into a deep healing meditation. And he remembered.
One month earlier
Garen Muln walked along the planet's industrious city block. The mission his Master, Clee Rhara, and him had been sent on was simple- get the Ambassador Organa to Alderaan safely. They managed it with ease, using the Temple's vast resources to get him there within a week. Under the guise of merchants, the Master/ Padawan team used a fleet Corellian freighter and upon reaching Alderaan found themselves with extra time. This was why Garen Muln was sauntering down the busy streets. The young man found himself with numerous things to keep him entertained. As it happened, the same day that he was given free time, a large air show was due to take place. He and his Master had agreed to visit the show, curious of the skills the pilots would show. It turned out to be spectacular, the pilots demonstrated skills that left the two Jedi breathless, and very pleased. Content, they left the air show to head back to the palace where they had been staying. They never made it. Halfway through the trip home, a large explosion drew the two Jedi's attention. Clee Rhara pulled the speeder to an abrupt halt. The two leapt from the speeder, and ran towards the flames. Master and Padawan ran into the flames, neither in the rush of the moment, paying mind to the screaming warning from the Force. It proved to be their downfall. The building the two ran into appeared to only be burning from the outside. Once they entered, they found it to be abandoned. Clee Rhara turned towards her Padawan, and shrugged. Both turned to head for the large doors, which suddenly slammed shut, the sound echoing. A surge in the Force, and the team jumped, both drawing their lightsabers. "Impressive, no less then would be expected from a Jedi Master and her Padawan." came the cold tenor. The owner of the voice stepped into view, clapping his hands. "How rude of me! Here I've gone and caught you in a flaming building, and failed to introduce myself. My name is Mathias Hjeldorn." He bowed with a flourish. "So pleased to meet you Clee Rhara, Garen Muln." Clee stepped forward, lightsaber held pointed down at her side. "You seem to have the advantage on us, Mathias Hjeldorn. How do you know of us, and more so, our mission to Alderaan?" "Come, come, milady, do you expect me to reveal my sources? That would be careless. No, I wouldn't do that. Now, the reason I called your attention here." Hjeldorn lifted a hand, and with seeming ease hit Clee Rhara with a blast of Force energy so strong she slammed into the wall behind her. Garen cried out, running towards his Master to check on her, before he too was thrown into a wall by the same powerful Force energy. Mathias Hjeldorn walked towards the Jedi Master, who was slowly coming to. His cane, a stylish black with a silver tipped end, tapped on the floor with a dull clunk. He stopped infront of Clee Rhara and pulled her own lightsaber to his hand. Curiously, he inspected it, turning the elegant weapon over in his gloved hands. "I have nothing against you, Clee Rhara, don't think I am filling a personal vendetta against you. No, I don't have anything against you, but your apprentice is a key I have been searching for. So, you will excuse me if I deal with you now, so I don't have to later." Rhara's weapon was ignited, then the blade was turned towards the Master. Hjeldorn pushed the weapon into her chest, while using the Force to block her neural connections. She died instantly. "Like I said, I have nothing against you. You have done nothing wrong, so you do not deserve a painful death." He turned, walking towards Garen, the cane still thumping on the floor. The young man was slumped against the wall. His head was bleeding from impact of the wall. Even though he was unconscious, Garen had tears streaming down his face. Hjeldorn finally reached the boy's side. He knelt beside him, and grasped his chin firmly. "Yes, yes, you will do fine, my boy. I hear you and Kenobi are good friends. And I need Kenobi." He snapped his fingers, and a hulking figure walked out of the shadows. "This is my last job for you, get the boy in my transport. You will find your credit account filled quite satisfactory." The figure nodded, throwing Garen over his shoulder carelessly. Garen let out a moan but neither man paid him any mind. His capture lead the way to the small ship, the rhythmic tapping of his cane echoing and re-echoing in the empty hall. Finally, they reached the achieved destination. Mathias Hjeldorn pointed towards a holding chamber, which his hired thug promptly threw the young Jedi in. The thug turned and left the ship. "Yes, my young Jedi. We have quite a bit to accomplish. Rest well." Mathias hit an energy shield that would lock the Jedi firmly in the cell. Present
Garen felt his vision clouding over at the thought of his deceased Master. Clee Rhara had been his mentor, his friend, and his mother. And now the woman was gone, not to be seen again. /And Master, I miss you so./
****
"Clan leader!" Karign turned cold gray eyes on the cause of the interruption. "What is it, boy?" The same child he had sent to call the elders stood in front of him. "S-s-sorry for interrupting you, Clan Leader, but the apprentice has been brought, and the Elders are convened. A. boy was found in the hideout of the dark one." Karign brought up a hand, casually choking the boy. "Who?" He released the boy, allowing him to correct his mistake. "I'm s-sorry, Clan Leader. A Jedi Apprentice was found in the hideout of Mathias Hjeldorn." Karign nodded. "That's better. Never fear a name, boy; it won't help you to fear those who are dead." The child fearfully nodded, casting his bright gaze downward. "Get me my cape, boy. It is time to have a trial." **** Obi-Wan stared ahead, watching wearily as the one everyone feared strolled up the long hall. The man stopped in front of Obi-Wan, looking at him with a startlingly turbulent glare. "Name yourself." "Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan Learner to Qui-Gon Jinn." "Do you know what your Master did to our planet, Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Obi-Wan stiffened, preparing to defend his Master. "Do you? Do you see the barren lands that are our planet? They were lush at one time, green, full of life. Your "master" came to fix a problem. to mediate a treaty between our people and the one time leaders of out planet. Instead, he brought destruction, and war!" Obi-Wan shook his head, vehemently denying it. Karign laughed cruelly, grabbing Obi-Wan's Padawan braid. He brought his other hand up, grasping Obi-Wan's head so his palm rest against the boy's temple. "Here, Obi-Wan Kenobi, allow me to show you." The affect was stunning- and terrifying. Obi-Wan moaned, falling unconscious as his mind was invaded once again by an unwanted presence. Memories not his own were forced onto the young man, causing him to double over on himself. All the while, Karign stood there, calmly and mercilessly pushing the memories into the boy. Finally finished, Karign nodded towards two sentries standing guard near Obi-Wan. They came forward, dragging the boy from the room. Karign turned towards the silent court room. "We will allow him a chance to form a defense of his Master. Worry not, followers, we will have our revenge." A rumble of agreement resonated in the room. **** Obi-Wan was roughly dragged into a small room, and thrown down on the damp floor. He was kicked hard in the side by one of his guards. The Padawan cried out in pain, as he felt a rib crack. His guard laughed harshly, basking in the sound. "Your time will come soon enough, Kenobi. Rest well!" The guard's companion laughed heartily, pushing the other out of the room. The laughter continued, becoming muffled by the loud slam of the door closing. Obi-Wan pulled himself into a sitting position, scooting back to rest against the wall. He sighed, beating his head softly against the wall behind him. "So much for rescuing. Garen?!" Obi-Wan's eyes, now adjusted to the virtually black room, noticed the familiar shape lying in a heap against the far wall. Obi-Wan pulled himself to his knees then his feet, and continued to stagger across the room to his friend. His strength gone, he collapsed next to him. Obi-Wan reached out a shaking hand, resting it gently on his friend's neck, and let out a sigh of relief at finding a pulse. "Garen. I'm sorry for not coming sooner. I became a little preoccupied." Obi-Wan let out a short laugh, then called on his last reserves of strength to push his friend into a healing trance. Obi-Wan slumped against the wall- still strengthening his friend through the Force. **** Qui-Gon was becoming frustrated. His Padawan had been missing, and out of contact in both the Force, and by comm for over a week. No one had heard form Obi-Wan, and the ship he had stolen hadn't been spotted. News had recently come in that Clee Rhara was found dead on Alderaan. Her Padawan Learner had been reported missing by none other than Qui-Gon's own missing Padawan. /Force, when I find that boy, I swear I'm going to strangle him./ Qui-Gon snorted, realizing he was more likely to hug Obi-Wan then strangle him at the present moment. Deciding that he needed to calm himself down, he slipped into meditation, allowing his emotions to slip into the Force. The Jedi Master relaxed physically and mentally then reached out searching for his Padawan. Surprise almost caused Qui-Gon to jerk himself out of meditation when he found the boy in the Force. //Padawan?// The confused mental voice of Obi-Wan met the concerned of his Masters. // Master? Are you here to rescue us? I didn't mean to cause you pain, Master.// Qui-Gon reached out with the Force, soothing the boy. // Hush, Padawan. Do you know where you are? // // I do Master. but I don't want to see you-// Qui-Gon cut his Padawan off with a mental snarl. // Padawan! Frankly, I don't care if you don't want to see me hurt at this moment or not. you are hurt, and I intend to find you! So do you want to make this easy, or would you rather I put myself in more than one dangerous situation to find you?// Obi-Wan felt his mental resolve diminishing, until it crumbled completely. //No.. Master, I don't want that to happen. I'm sorry, Master.// Qui-Gon silently berated himself for his short temper. // Padawan, listen to me. I care about you too much. I couldn't live if you died. and I wasn't able to. save you. please Padawan, tell me where you are.// //Lumina, Master.// // Lumina, Padawan?... how did you end up there.?// // I traced-// a burst of pain exploded through the link he shared with Obi-Wan before Qui-Gon lost complete contact with his apprentice. The Master's eyes shot open, and he lunged to his feet, ignoring his protesting stiff muscles. He flung himself into the pilot's chair, fingers flashing over the control panel. A new course was set, this time the planet Lumina, before Qui-Gon sat back in his chair. The Master's eyes darkened at the memories of his first mission as a knight- a planet caught in a horrible war, the bombs destroying the planet, turning it from beauty to darkness. He had tried to save the people, but in the end they had blamed it on the single Jedi to come to assist the planet.
If possible, Qui-Gon's normally bright eyes darkened more this time at the thought of what his apprentice may be put through. **** They were brought in, and forced to their knees. The large crowd of angered citizens jeered, until silence was enforced. Karign walked up to the two boys, allowing a grin to filter across his cold, serious face. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are hearby punished to death, for the crimes of your Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Execution is to commence at first light, tomorrow. For the remainder of the day, you will be given to spend in meditation, and preporation for your execution. May the Force be with you." He sneered as he said the final sentence, mocking the Padawan Learner. He then turned to Garen. "Garen Muln, you too are given death. Punishment to commence at first light. May the Force be with you." Karign motioned for the two captives to be removed from his sight. Again, the guards came forward to remove the boys. Instead of going freely, the boys hesitated, looking as they wished to speak. "Oh, a question? Say it quickly, my patience runs short." Obi-Wan straightened, forcing his mind to calm. "What of our trial?" "You had your trial." "We were not in attendance, how can we be sure?" The clan leader stepped forward threatingly. "You do not believe us? That is a dangerous thing to do, boy. You forget, this isn't your precious rebpublic. This is our planet, and [i]we[/i] make the rules. But if you are so unsure of the fairness of our trial, we will show it to you. Not that it will matter. Now get these people out of my sight!" The silent guards braced to attention, before dragging the boys from the room. **** "Hey, Obi-Wan?" Obi-Wan opened his eyes, focusing on his friend. "How does it feel to know your going to die?" "Painful." Garen shook his head. "I don't mean that, I mean emotionally." "I already told you, I feel pain. Pain at knowing that I will never see my Master again. I never thought I would be forced to leave him. like this." "Atleast your Master is still alive, Obi-Wan." Bitter tears started to roll down Garen's face. "He could still rescue you. I have no reason to live. My Master is dead, my life is about to be destroyed. I have mere hours still to live, and death sounds about as good as it gets right now." Obi-Wan was silent, unsure how to relay his sympathy to his friend. Instead, he settled for a comforting hand on his shoulder- and pushing his friend into a Force induced sleep. Garen looked at him, grateful and angered at the same time- before he slumped against his fellow Padawan- sleeping.. **** "Padawan." the quiet, familiar voice whispered. Garen looked up from where he lay. "Padawan, are you okay?" A gentle hand shook him. Tears clouded Garen's vision as he reocognized his Master's voice, and face. "M-master? You. you're dead." Clee Rhara smiled, her gentle features softening even more. "Yes, Padawan. I'm dead." "How.how can I see you, if your dead?" "Oh, Padawan. Even though I have passed into the Force, I will never be truly gone. I'm always with you." "No you aren't Master!" Garen felt his fragile control on his emotions slip, then shatter. "You will never be there again! I'm going to be alone. alone forever" Clee Rhara gathered her Padawan learner into her arms, brushing a light kiss against his forehead. He tried to pull away, but was unable to. "Am I dead too? Did I die. I wish I could die, Master." Clee Rhara shook her head. "It isn't your time, Padawan. You still have much before you. You are not dead. this is a dream, Padawan. I needed to come to you one more time." Finally, Garen relaxed against him Master, burrowing his head in her long, flowing robe. In return, Clee Rhara stroked her Padawan's back gently, hushing him as he sobbed. "Padawan, my time grows short. As I said, I needed to see you one last time. Please, Garen, my Padawan, don't mourn me. I will always be with you. Know that, and know that I love you, My Padawan.my son." Clee gave one final squeeze to her Padawan, before withdrawling from the embrace. She brushed another kiss to her Padawan's forehead, then smoothed his hair. "I.I love you, Master." A gentle smile continued to grace her elegant features. She stood, and backed away. Garen gasped as she simply vanished. Tears soon took over again- tears of a mother lost. **** Qui-Gon saw the planet Lumina coming into view. Even from space, the planet was ugly- brown dominated view screen. He brought the ship into orbit, carefully choosing his landing spot. Finally finding it, he brought the ship in, gently settling it on the ground. He stepped onto the ground, dead grass crunching under his feet. The Master looked searching the horizon for the characteristic factories. Finding them, he headed in that direction, at a dead run. His hand gripped the lighsaber hilt firmly.
Obi-Wan watched his friend sleep, taking note of the tears stains on Garen's face. He sighed, having settled for sitting vigil over his friend, instead of meditation as he had originally inteneded. He couldn't find his center. The door to the cell swung open, the bright light of the hall causing the boy to wince. None other than Karign walked in, yet another guard trailing behind. "You wished to see your trial?" A small holoprojector was set infront of Obi-Wan. "Watch your trial then, Jedi." Karign left, cape flaring behind him as he walked briskly, angrily from the cell. Obi-Wan brought forward a hand, activating the holo. The camera was focused on Karign. "Qui-Gon Jinn was accused of bringing forth the death of our planet. Seeing as the so called republic would not give us who we requested, we now shall have the trial. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan Learner, will take his place. Is there any whom object?" The jury, and audience remained silent. "Very well." The trial commenced with speed, and surprisingly legitmate arguments. No one defended Obi-Wan Kenobi. After a short recess, the jury came back in, the verdict in hand. It was handed to Karign, who sat as judge. He nodded, showing his approval. A tall, thin man, his hair graying stood, cleared his throat, and announced the verdict. All through the crowd heads nodded, also showing their approval. "I sentence Obi-Wan Kenobi, and fellow Padawan Learner Garen Muln to death, two days from now. Death shall be by their own weapons- their lightsabers- the weapons of the keepers of peace. I dismiss this court, and the people." Karign brought his gavel down. The holo faded to black. Obi-Wan sat back, oddly calm. The door was once again opened, with Karign strolling in. "There, Jedi. Your trial- and verdict. Until first light. rest well. May your Force be with you." A young boy scurried in after Karign, quickly picking up the small holoprojector. He shyly smiled at Obi-Wan, before hurrying after the clan leader. The door was once again slammed close, and for the first time that day, Obi-Wan took notice of the hour. Twilight was falling. **** He crept silently around the camp, careful to avoid light. Qui-Gon paused, hearing something in front of him. Bringing the Force to bear upon the area, he paused realizing that someone stood, facing him. And was aware that Qui-Gon was in the area. Qui-Gon smoothly pulled his lightsaber from his belt, not turning it on, and held it loosely in his hand. "Qui-Gon Jinn, we have been expecting you. My name is Clan Leader Karign, and I believe we have something that belongs to you." Karign clapped once, sharply. Lights flared around the area Qui-Gon stood, creating a circle of light around the two. Moments later, Obi-Wan was dragged in, hanging limply from the arms of two guards. "Obi-Wan! What have you done to him?" Qui-Gon turned accusing eyes towards Karign. "Oh. nothing. He had quite a time dealing with being beaten by the guards moments before you came. Quite a troublemaker this one. Wouldn't let us take his friend away from him. So we beat him- into submission." Qui-Gon turned his attention from the Clan Leader to his Padawan learner. Obi-Wan was obviously unconscious. His face was bloody from the gash that ran along his hairline. A large bruise covered his chest, noticeable through the tattered tunic he wore. "This one is due for death at first light. His friend, one Garen Muln is currently being prepared for execution. Of course, you could save them." Karign trailed off, a cold sneer gracing his elegant features. "How?" "Fight me- for their freedom- and yours." "I accept." "Good good. Guard! Go retrieve the other prisoner, and bring him here. We shall make him and Kenobi watch this duel. It won't last long." The guard saluted, then turned and ran towards the cell block. "Now- we wait." Garen was brought in moments later. Karign drew a long cylindrical item from his cloak. "Come, Master Jedi. Let us see how good your skills really are." He ignited the lightsaber, crouching down so his center of gravity was lower to the ground. Qui-Gon ignited his own blade, settling into a classic defensive posture. The two fighters were suddenly engaged, both matching each other blow for blow. Emerald blade met golden, causing sparks. Karign flipped back, shedding his cloak. Bringing his lightsaber directly infront of him, the blade facing towards Qui-Gon, he pulled the hilt towards his ear. He crouched slightly, then waited for Qui-Gon to iniate the next move. In a blur, Qui-Gon ran forward, bringing his blade down ontop of Karign's. From his lower position, Karign swung his left leg out in a sweep kick. Qui-Gon jumped away, flipping backward. He landed smoothly, only to be met with a painful roundhouse kick to the jaw. Qui-Gon found himself flying backwards from the force of the blow. He skidded along the ground, shaking his head dazedly. The Master started to rise, but was forced back on the ground by Karign's blade placed steadily at his throat. "Give up, Jedi?" "Not quite." Qui-Gon called upon the Force, grasping one of the many torches that illuminated the battle ground. He brought the torch towards Karign, distracting him enough that his control on the lightsaber wavered. Jinn used that distraction, kicking Karign sharply in the knee. Qui-Gon rolled away from him, springing nimbly to his feet. Cursing under his breath, Karign stood shakily on one leg, his other knee shattered from the precisely placed kick. "Very good, Master Jedi. Now- we continue." Karign brought his hand infront of him. Lightning shot from his finger tips, heading towards the two disabled apprentices, instead of Qui-Gon. It shocked them, causing them both to stiffen. The two guards on either side of Obi-Wan and Garen fell to the ground, either dead or unconscious. Bringing his lightsaber up, Qui-Gon blocked the lightning, collecting it on his lightsaber. The saber, overwhelmed by the enormous amounts of energy it was forced to endure sparked, then exploded. His saber now destroyed, Qui-Gon threw the cylinder away from him, just in time to avoid having his hand blown off. "Ah, aren't we in a situation now?" //Master.// Qui-Gon started, realizing his apprentice was contacting him through the Force. //Master- let me help you.[// //Padawan? Are you alright?// a mental laugh filtered across the pulsating bond. Qui-Gon felt an enormous amount of Force power being pushed into his being. He winced, as it seemed to grow inside him. //Padawan!// //Don't worry, Master.I'm still alive.// The conversation lasted but a moment. Revived, Qui-Gon opened his eyes. He lifted a hand, calling the saber that Karign held in his hands to his own. Karign allowed surprise to filter over his face as he felt the saber ripped from his grasp. Gold glowed, casting an eery light on Qui-Gon's face. He charged forward, and before Karign could act, sliced him from his shoulder diagonally across his chest to his hip. A scream ripped through the air, as Karign fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. Suddenly fearful, the remaining villagers ran, heading towards their tents. Karign was left bleeding on the ground, until a young boy ran out and collapsed to his knees next to him. He reached out a small shaking hand, and rested it on the Clan leader's head. The child whimpered, shaking the limp body before him. A low keen was released as the boy collapsed next to the dead man. **** Qui-Gon watched the child sob, the sound ripping at Qui-Gon's very soul. He looked at the two limp Padawans laying on the ground, checking them both swiftly with the Force, before going to the youth kneeling on the dusty blood covered ground. He knelt beside the child, settling a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "Young one?" The child stiffened, turning a bright teary-eyed gaze on the Jedi Master. "Y-yes, sir?" Qui-Gon glanced down at the corpse, before looking again at the child. "I am sorry to interrupt your mourning, child. Do you know where I can get something to carry my companions back to my ship?" The child nodded, then stood, motioning for the Jedi Master to follow. He did, hurrying after the surprisingly quick child. The child lead him to a large area in the middle of the village, where they were met by a large crowd. The child that had been leading him scurried forward, stopping by a woman, and buried his face in her skirt. Qui-Gon rested a hand on the saber attached to his belt, warily watching the crowd. Suprisingly, it was a young man, no older than twenty who stepped forward. "Master Jedi, the people here thank you. You have freed us from fear. We are now free of our Master. It is our understanding that your companions are hurt- we would be honored to assist you." Still suspicious, but not seeing any other solution, he showed his agreement, and went off towards the still unconscious Padawan learners on the outskirts of the village. A group followed him silently. Qui-Gon finally reached the Padawans, and dropped to his knees next to Obi-Wan. He gathered the apprentice into his arms, gently stroking his ginger hair. Simiarly, a villager picked Garen up, careful of the young man's injuries. "Thank you." Qui-Gon bowed his head, trying to display his graditude towards the villagers kindness. Swiftly, he set off towards the ship, eager to get off the planet as quickly as possible. Finally having settled the two Padawan learners, Qui-Gon exited the ship once more. "Go, Master Jedi. We thank you for giving us our freedom. But let it be known," the young man's voice hardened, "if you land on this planet again, you will be held fully responsible for what has happened today. We let you leave simply because the two accompanying you are innocent. You, however, are not. Now leave, and never return." Qui-Gon bowed again, then strode swiftly up the ramp, closing the hatch behind him. He lifted off from the planet, and entered the quardnents for Courscant. Lumina disappeared behind the small ship in a blur of stars. **** Obi-Wan felt a soothing hand stroking his hair, long before he was fully conscious. The Padawan reluctantly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly at the light that flooded his vision. Light was abruptly shadowed by the concerned face of Qui-Gon Jinn. "Padawan? How are you, little one?" "Sore. and thirsty." A cup of water was immediately offered to the apprentice. Obi-Wan sat up, taking it gratefully. "Drink slowly. You're sore? Understandable after all you've been through."
"Garen?" "Is fine. He has. emotional and physical wounds that need to be dealt with." "Where is he, Master?" "He wished for solitude, Padawan. We must respect this- he is going through a very difficult time." Obi-Wan nodded, closing his eyes to think. "Master. I believe I owe you an apology. I. betrayed you." Qui-Gon started, surprise filtering over his face. "Padawan you-" "Please, Master, let me continue." Qui-Gon said nothing, choosing instead to focus intently on his Padawan's face. "I did- I left without telling you, and wouldn't tell you were I was once you contacted me. That is betrayal, Master. and you don't deserve to be hurt anymore than you have been." Finished, and on the verge of tears, Obi-Wan focused on anything else than his Master. "Padawan." /Oh. here it comes../ "Padawan, look at me." Obi-Wan complied, forcing himself to hold back his tears. "Padawan- I think you are incapable of betraying *anyone*. You are loyal to the bitter end- and I couldn't be more proud of having you as my Padawan." Obi-Wan felt himself being drawn into a gentle hug. The offer of comfort was simply too much for the injured Padawan to resist, and he collapsed willingly into his Master's embrace, allowing his tears to fall. **** Garen could hear them. He could hear them through all barriers between them and his place of solitude. He was *jealous* of Obi-Wan. He still had his Master to care for him. and Garen, Garen was alone. Tears once again threatened, but Garen forced them back, allowing himself to be wrapped up in his pain, misery. his loss. The boy gripped at the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders. /I'm alone./ Garen wrapped his blanket tighter. /alone./ ***** Flames danced, sparking and crackling, while mourners looked on. The funeral pier burned- yet no body was placed on it, for the body that would occupy it had burned already, in a brutal and purposeful attack. Clee Rhara wouldn't have a proper Jedi burial, for there was no body to be found. Garen stared at the flame, mesmerized. Out of instinct, he reached for the place in his mind where the bond should have been. Silence reigned, ripping at the boy's heart. A warning in the Force caused Obi-Wan's head to snap over towards his best friend Garen. Though he stood tall, his shoulders straight, and his face dry, Obi-Wan's finely attuned senses in the Force told him that his friend was not fine, and in a severe depression. He turned his attention back towards the pier, watching the flames simmer then die. All Jedi present bowed, then slowly left- some in groups others by themselves. Qui-Gon rest a hand on his apprentice, having noticed the change in his demeanor. //Padawan?// Obi-Wan turned his face towards his Master, smiling sadly at him. //Garen, Master// //He needs to be alone, My Padawan.// Obi-Wan shook his head slowly. //Not now. Please, Master, go ahead without me.// The hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder tightened. //You're a good friend, My Obi-Wan. Go, help your friend, he needs you.// Qui-Gon left Obi-Wan standing infront of the pier, stopping only to rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The chamber emptyied slowly, finally leaving only Garen and Obi-Wan. "Garen.?" Garen turned bright eyes towards his best friend. "Obi?? I thought you had left." Obi-Wan walked towards his friend, immediately noting the lack of sleep- and food. "Do you need to talk." "No! No, I don't want to talk about. about her! I [i]won't[/i] talk about her." The anger surrounding Obi-Wan's friend was astonishing. "I [i]won't[/i]." His resolve slowly crumbling away, Garen stepped forward, resting his head on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "I won't." Quietly, Obi-Wan wrapped his friend in a tight hug, allowing him to sob into his shoulder. Feeling Garen's knees start to weaken, he helped his friend to the ground, settling him in a kneeling position. His friend's sobs slowed, then stopped completely. "Obi-Wan? Can you help me.?" "Of course, my friend. How do you want me to help you?" A sudden blinding smile lit Garen's face. "Listen." Obi-Wan smiled, and settled back, listening to his friend's tales. The Padawan of Clee Rhara recounted everything, up to their last mission, when he stopped abruptly. "Garen- please. you can tell me. I think. it would help." Garen nodded, glancing at Obi-Wan's face, then averting his eyes. He stared, a distant look in his eyes. "We were on Alderaan. I truthfully can't tell you much of the mission. it seems liked such a blur now. She died. when we found a burning building- we ran in to check if there was anyone in there. there wasn't, of course- the building was empty. While in there. this person. Force pushed us into a wall, I was knocked out. From there. I only remember. feelings." Another sob tore at the young man's body. "She died because she wasn't important in luring you and Qui-Gon to [i]that[/i] planet. I can remember. even as she passed into the Force, that she fused the bond with love. And. I was helpless. I couldn't save her, Obi! I couldn't." Garen lurched to his feet, making to run out of the chamber. Obi-Wan swiftly followed, catching the fleeing apprentice when his legs finally weakened, then gave out. Unable to think of anything else, Obi-Wan soothed his friend into sleep. Garen's head lulled sideways, coming to rest on Obi- Wan's shoulder. //Master.?// //Yes, Obi-Wan?// Obi-Wan glanced down at his sleeping friend. //Garen. finally is asleep. I'm going to bring him to our quarters. I don't think he should be alone. Master. did you know the reason Clee Rhara was killed?// //No, Padawan. Nor should we discuss it right now. Bring Garen back.// //Yes, Master.// **** Obi-Wan sat meditating, finally finding some semblance of peace in the Force. He drifted slowly through the Force, allowing it to soothe his mind. A quiet voice interrupted his meditation. "Obi-Wan." Obi-Wan almost jerked himself out of meditation, before realizing it was in the Force that he was being spoken to. "Yes?" Clee Rhara appeared before the Padawan. "I wanted to thank you for helping Garen. He wouldn't have made it without you. So I thank you." "No thanks necessary, Master. Garen is a friend." Clee Rhara smiled fondly at Obi-Wan. "Either way, you helped him, and for that I will give you my graditude. and you will accept it, understood?" The deceased Master smiled at Obi-Wan before waving. "Now you'll have to excuse me, Obi-Wan. I have a Padawan to watch over." Obi-Wan dropped out of meditation, shaking his head vigorously. He looked up from where he knelt to see Garen looking at him. "You saw her, didn't you?" Obi-Wan nodded silently. "Good. Thanks, Obi. I think. I think I'll be alright. I also think I've intruded upon you and Master Jinn long enough, so, I'm leaving." "Leaving? Where too?" Garen laughed. "The council has assigned me a new Master." "So soon?" Garen nodded. "I requested one. I think I need this Obi-Wan. We are being given leave from the temple. a retreat. And I came to say goodbye." Obi-Wan stood, and walked over to his friend. "Good bye then, Garen." He grabbed his friend in a tight hug. "May the Force be with you." Garen swiftly returned the hug. "May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan." Garen wrapped himself tightly in his robe, then swiftly left. "You handled that well, My Padawan." Obi-Wan spun around, startled at his Master's voice. "Master?" Qui-Gon walked over to his Padawan, and draped an arm over his shoulders. "You handled that quite well. Garen is in much pain. but the council finally got something right when they sent him and his new Master away. He needs to get away from the temple, but it will make it easier, knowing he has you as a friend. Now, Padawan, what do you say we spar. then grab something to eat?" A bright smile lit Obi-Wan's face. "Sounds wonderful, Master!" The two left their quarters neither truly realizing that the darkness had bound them, and would later pull them apart.
-end-
/Could it really have been a month?/ Garen shook his head, trying to clear the fogginess from it. He leaned his head back against the cold rock wall behind him, allowing the small drip of water that was always there to drip on his face. Sighing, he allowed the Force to take him into a deep healing meditation. And he remembered.
One month earlier
Garen Muln walked along the planet's industrious city block. The mission his Master, Clee Rhara, and him had been sent on was simple- get the Ambassador Organa to Alderaan safely. They managed it with ease, using the Temple's vast resources to get him there within a week. Under the guise of merchants, the Master/ Padawan team used a fleet Corellian freighter and upon reaching Alderaan found themselves with extra time. This was why Garen Muln was sauntering down the busy streets. The young man found himself with numerous things to keep him entertained. As it happened, the same day that he was given free time, a large air show was due to take place. He and his Master had agreed to visit the show, curious of the skills the pilots would show. It turned out to be spectacular, the pilots demonstrated skills that left the two Jedi breathless, and very pleased. Content, they left the air show to head back to the palace where they had been staying. They never made it. Halfway through the trip home, a large explosion drew the two Jedi's attention. Clee Rhara pulled the speeder to an abrupt halt. The two leapt from the speeder, and ran towards the flames. Master and Padawan ran into the flames, neither in the rush of the moment, paying mind to the screaming warning from the Force. It proved to be their downfall. The building the two ran into appeared to only be burning from the outside. Once they entered, they found it to be abandoned. Clee Rhara turned towards her Padawan, and shrugged. Both turned to head for the large doors, which suddenly slammed shut, the sound echoing. A surge in the Force, and the team jumped, both drawing their lightsabers. "Impressive, no less then would be expected from a Jedi Master and her Padawan." came the cold tenor. The owner of the voice stepped into view, clapping his hands. "How rude of me! Here I've gone and caught you in a flaming building, and failed to introduce myself. My name is Mathias Hjeldorn." He bowed with a flourish. "So pleased to meet you Clee Rhara, Garen Muln." Clee stepped forward, lightsaber held pointed down at her side. "You seem to have the advantage on us, Mathias Hjeldorn. How do you know of us, and more so, our mission to Alderaan?" "Come, come, milady, do you expect me to reveal my sources? That would be careless. No, I wouldn't do that. Now, the reason I called your attention here." Hjeldorn lifted a hand, and with seeming ease hit Clee Rhara with a blast of Force energy so strong she slammed into the wall behind her. Garen cried out, running towards his Master to check on her, before he too was thrown into a wall by the same powerful Force energy. Mathias Hjeldorn walked towards the Jedi Master, who was slowly coming to. His cane, a stylish black with a silver tipped end, tapped on the floor with a dull clunk. He stopped infront of Clee Rhara and pulled her own lightsaber to his hand. Curiously, he inspected it, turning the elegant weapon over in his gloved hands. "I have nothing against you, Clee Rhara, don't think I am filling a personal vendetta against you. No, I don't have anything against you, but your apprentice is a key I have been searching for. So, you will excuse me if I deal with you now, so I don't have to later." Rhara's weapon was ignited, then the blade was turned towards the Master. Hjeldorn pushed the weapon into her chest, while using the Force to block her neural connections. She died instantly. "Like I said, I have nothing against you. You have done nothing wrong, so you do not deserve a painful death." He turned, walking towards Garen, the cane still thumping on the floor. The young man was slumped against the wall. His head was bleeding from impact of the wall. Even though he was unconscious, Garen had tears streaming down his face. Hjeldorn finally reached the boy's side. He knelt beside him, and grasped his chin firmly. "Yes, yes, you will do fine, my boy. I hear you and Kenobi are good friends. And I need Kenobi." He snapped his fingers, and a hulking figure walked out of the shadows. "This is my last job for you, get the boy in my transport. You will find your credit account filled quite satisfactory." The figure nodded, throwing Garen over his shoulder carelessly. Garen let out a moan but neither man paid him any mind. His capture lead the way to the small ship, the rhythmic tapping of his cane echoing and re-echoing in the empty hall. Finally, they reached the achieved destination. Mathias Hjeldorn pointed towards a holding chamber, which his hired thug promptly threw the young Jedi in. The thug turned and left the ship. "Yes, my young Jedi. We have quite a bit to accomplish. Rest well." Mathias hit an energy shield that would lock the Jedi firmly in the cell. Present
Garen felt his vision clouding over at the thought of his deceased Master. Clee Rhara had been his mentor, his friend, and his mother. And now the woman was gone, not to be seen again. /And Master, I miss you so./
****
"Clan leader!" Karign turned cold gray eyes on the cause of the interruption. "What is it, boy?" The same child he had sent to call the elders stood in front of him. "S-s-sorry for interrupting you, Clan Leader, but the apprentice has been brought, and the Elders are convened. A. boy was found in the hideout of the dark one." Karign brought up a hand, casually choking the boy. "Who?" He released the boy, allowing him to correct his mistake. "I'm s-sorry, Clan Leader. A Jedi Apprentice was found in the hideout of Mathias Hjeldorn." Karign nodded. "That's better. Never fear a name, boy; it won't help you to fear those who are dead." The child fearfully nodded, casting his bright gaze downward. "Get me my cape, boy. It is time to have a trial." **** Obi-Wan stared ahead, watching wearily as the one everyone feared strolled up the long hall. The man stopped in front of Obi-Wan, looking at him with a startlingly turbulent glare. "Name yourself." "Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan Learner to Qui-Gon Jinn." "Do you know what your Master did to our planet, Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Obi-Wan stiffened, preparing to defend his Master. "Do you? Do you see the barren lands that are our planet? They were lush at one time, green, full of life. Your "master" came to fix a problem. to mediate a treaty between our people and the one time leaders of out planet. Instead, he brought destruction, and war!" Obi-Wan shook his head, vehemently denying it. Karign laughed cruelly, grabbing Obi-Wan's Padawan braid. He brought his other hand up, grasping Obi-Wan's head so his palm rest against the boy's temple. "Here, Obi-Wan Kenobi, allow me to show you." The affect was stunning- and terrifying. Obi-Wan moaned, falling unconscious as his mind was invaded once again by an unwanted presence. Memories not his own were forced onto the young man, causing him to double over on himself. All the while, Karign stood there, calmly and mercilessly pushing the memories into the boy. Finally finished, Karign nodded towards two sentries standing guard near Obi-Wan. They came forward, dragging the boy from the room. Karign turned towards the silent court room. "We will allow him a chance to form a defense of his Master. Worry not, followers, we will have our revenge." A rumble of agreement resonated in the room. **** Obi-Wan was roughly dragged into a small room, and thrown down on the damp floor. He was kicked hard in the side by one of his guards. The Padawan cried out in pain, as he felt a rib crack. His guard laughed harshly, basking in the sound. "Your time will come soon enough, Kenobi. Rest well!" The guard's companion laughed heartily, pushing the other out of the room. The laughter continued, becoming muffled by the loud slam of the door closing. Obi-Wan pulled himself into a sitting position, scooting back to rest against the wall. He sighed, beating his head softly against the wall behind him. "So much for rescuing. Garen?!" Obi-Wan's eyes, now adjusted to the virtually black room, noticed the familiar shape lying in a heap against the far wall. Obi-Wan pulled himself to his knees then his feet, and continued to stagger across the room to his friend. His strength gone, he collapsed next to him. Obi-Wan reached out a shaking hand, resting it gently on his friend's neck, and let out a sigh of relief at finding a pulse. "Garen. I'm sorry for not coming sooner. I became a little preoccupied." Obi-Wan let out a short laugh, then called on his last reserves of strength to push his friend into a healing trance. Obi-Wan slumped against the wall- still strengthening his friend through the Force. **** Qui-Gon was becoming frustrated. His Padawan had been missing, and out of contact in both the Force, and by comm for over a week. No one had heard form Obi-Wan, and the ship he had stolen hadn't been spotted. News had recently come in that Clee Rhara was found dead on Alderaan. Her Padawan Learner had been reported missing by none other than Qui-Gon's own missing Padawan. /Force, when I find that boy, I swear I'm going to strangle him./ Qui-Gon snorted, realizing he was more likely to hug Obi-Wan then strangle him at the present moment. Deciding that he needed to calm himself down, he slipped into meditation, allowing his emotions to slip into the Force. The Jedi Master relaxed physically and mentally then reached out searching for his Padawan. Surprise almost caused Qui-Gon to jerk himself out of meditation when he found the boy in the Force. //Padawan?// The confused mental voice of Obi-Wan met the concerned of his Masters. // Master? Are you here to rescue us? I didn't mean to cause you pain, Master.// Qui-Gon reached out with the Force, soothing the boy. // Hush, Padawan. Do you know where you are? // // I do Master. but I don't want to see you-// Qui-Gon cut his Padawan off with a mental snarl. // Padawan! Frankly, I don't care if you don't want to see me hurt at this moment or not. you are hurt, and I intend to find you! So do you want to make this easy, or would you rather I put myself in more than one dangerous situation to find you?// Obi-Wan felt his mental resolve diminishing, until it crumbled completely. //No.. Master, I don't want that to happen. I'm sorry, Master.// Qui-Gon silently berated himself for his short temper. // Padawan, listen to me. I care about you too much. I couldn't live if you died. and I wasn't able to. save you. please Padawan, tell me where you are.// //Lumina, Master.// // Lumina, Padawan?... how did you end up there.?// // I traced-// a burst of pain exploded through the link he shared with Obi-Wan before Qui-Gon lost complete contact with his apprentice. The Master's eyes shot open, and he lunged to his feet, ignoring his protesting stiff muscles. He flung himself into the pilot's chair, fingers flashing over the control panel. A new course was set, this time the planet Lumina, before Qui-Gon sat back in his chair. The Master's eyes darkened at the memories of his first mission as a knight- a planet caught in a horrible war, the bombs destroying the planet, turning it from beauty to darkness. He had tried to save the people, but in the end they had blamed it on the single Jedi to come to assist the planet.
If possible, Qui-Gon's normally bright eyes darkened more this time at the thought of what his apprentice may be put through. **** They were brought in, and forced to their knees. The large crowd of angered citizens jeered, until silence was enforced. Karign walked up to the two boys, allowing a grin to filter across his cold, serious face. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are hearby punished to death, for the crimes of your Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Execution is to commence at first light, tomorrow. For the remainder of the day, you will be given to spend in meditation, and preporation for your execution. May the Force be with you." He sneered as he said the final sentence, mocking the Padawan Learner. He then turned to Garen. "Garen Muln, you too are given death. Punishment to commence at first light. May the Force be with you." Karign motioned for the two captives to be removed from his sight. Again, the guards came forward to remove the boys. Instead of going freely, the boys hesitated, looking as they wished to speak. "Oh, a question? Say it quickly, my patience runs short." Obi-Wan straightened, forcing his mind to calm. "What of our trial?" "You had your trial." "We were not in attendance, how can we be sure?" The clan leader stepped forward threatingly. "You do not believe us? That is a dangerous thing to do, boy. You forget, this isn't your precious rebpublic. This is our planet, and [i]we[/i] make the rules. But if you are so unsure of the fairness of our trial, we will show it to you. Not that it will matter. Now get these people out of my sight!" The silent guards braced to attention, before dragging the boys from the room. **** "Hey, Obi-Wan?" Obi-Wan opened his eyes, focusing on his friend. "How does it feel to know your going to die?" "Painful." Garen shook his head. "I don't mean that, I mean emotionally." "I already told you, I feel pain. Pain at knowing that I will never see my Master again. I never thought I would be forced to leave him. like this." "Atleast your Master is still alive, Obi-Wan." Bitter tears started to roll down Garen's face. "He could still rescue you. I have no reason to live. My Master is dead, my life is about to be destroyed. I have mere hours still to live, and death sounds about as good as it gets right now." Obi-Wan was silent, unsure how to relay his sympathy to his friend. Instead, he settled for a comforting hand on his shoulder- and pushing his friend into a Force induced sleep. Garen looked at him, grateful and angered at the same time- before he slumped against his fellow Padawan- sleeping.. **** "Padawan." the quiet, familiar voice whispered. Garen looked up from where he lay. "Padawan, are you okay?" A gentle hand shook him. Tears clouded Garen's vision as he reocognized his Master's voice, and face. "M-master? You. you're dead." Clee Rhara smiled, her gentle features softening even more. "Yes, Padawan. I'm dead." "How.how can I see you, if your dead?" "Oh, Padawan. Even though I have passed into the Force, I will never be truly gone. I'm always with you." "No you aren't Master!" Garen felt his fragile control on his emotions slip, then shatter. "You will never be there again! I'm going to be alone. alone forever" Clee Rhara gathered her Padawan learner into her arms, brushing a light kiss against his forehead. He tried to pull away, but was unable to. "Am I dead too? Did I die. I wish I could die, Master." Clee Rhara shook her head. "It isn't your time, Padawan. You still have much before you. You are not dead. this is a dream, Padawan. I needed to come to you one more time." Finally, Garen relaxed against him Master, burrowing his head in her long, flowing robe. In return, Clee Rhara stroked her Padawan's back gently, hushing him as he sobbed. "Padawan, my time grows short. As I said, I needed to see you one last time. Please, Garen, my Padawan, don't mourn me. I will always be with you. Know that, and know that I love you, My Padawan.my son." Clee gave one final squeeze to her Padawan, before withdrawling from the embrace. She brushed another kiss to her Padawan's forehead, then smoothed his hair. "I.I love you, Master." A gentle smile continued to grace her elegant features. She stood, and backed away. Garen gasped as she simply vanished. Tears soon took over again- tears of a mother lost. **** Qui-Gon saw the planet Lumina coming into view. Even from space, the planet was ugly- brown dominated view screen. He brought the ship into orbit, carefully choosing his landing spot. Finally finding it, he brought the ship in, gently settling it on the ground. He stepped onto the ground, dead grass crunching under his feet. The Master looked searching the horizon for the characteristic factories. Finding them, he headed in that direction, at a dead run. His hand gripped the lighsaber hilt firmly.
Obi-Wan watched his friend sleep, taking note of the tears stains on Garen's face. He sighed, having settled for sitting vigil over his friend, instead of meditation as he had originally inteneded. He couldn't find his center. The door to the cell swung open, the bright light of the hall causing the boy to wince. None other than Karign walked in, yet another guard trailing behind. "You wished to see your trial?" A small holoprojector was set infront of Obi-Wan. "Watch your trial then, Jedi." Karign left, cape flaring behind him as he walked briskly, angrily from the cell. Obi-Wan brought forward a hand, activating the holo. The camera was focused on Karign. "Qui-Gon Jinn was accused of bringing forth the death of our planet. Seeing as the so called republic would not give us who we requested, we now shall have the trial. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan Learner, will take his place. Is there any whom object?" The jury, and audience remained silent. "Very well." The trial commenced with speed, and surprisingly legitmate arguments. No one defended Obi-Wan Kenobi. After a short recess, the jury came back in, the verdict in hand. It was handed to Karign, who sat as judge. He nodded, showing his approval. A tall, thin man, his hair graying stood, cleared his throat, and announced the verdict. All through the crowd heads nodded, also showing their approval. "I sentence Obi-Wan Kenobi, and fellow Padawan Learner Garen Muln to death, two days from now. Death shall be by their own weapons- their lightsabers- the weapons of the keepers of peace. I dismiss this court, and the people." Karign brought his gavel down. The holo faded to black. Obi-Wan sat back, oddly calm. The door was once again opened, with Karign strolling in. "There, Jedi. Your trial- and verdict. Until first light. rest well. May your Force be with you." A young boy scurried in after Karign, quickly picking up the small holoprojector. He shyly smiled at Obi-Wan, before hurrying after the clan leader. The door was once again slammed close, and for the first time that day, Obi-Wan took notice of the hour. Twilight was falling. **** He crept silently around the camp, careful to avoid light. Qui-Gon paused, hearing something in front of him. Bringing the Force to bear upon the area, he paused realizing that someone stood, facing him. And was aware that Qui-Gon was in the area. Qui-Gon smoothly pulled his lightsaber from his belt, not turning it on, and held it loosely in his hand. "Qui-Gon Jinn, we have been expecting you. My name is Clan Leader Karign, and I believe we have something that belongs to you." Karign clapped once, sharply. Lights flared around the area Qui-Gon stood, creating a circle of light around the two. Moments later, Obi-Wan was dragged in, hanging limply from the arms of two guards. "Obi-Wan! What have you done to him?" Qui-Gon turned accusing eyes towards Karign. "Oh. nothing. He had quite a time dealing with being beaten by the guards moments before you came. Quite a troublemaker this one. Wouldn't let us take his friend away from him. So we beat him- into submission." Qui-Gon turned his attention from the Clan Leader to his Padawan learner. Obi-Wan was obviously unconscious. His face was bloody from the gash that ran along his hairline. A large bruise covered his chest, noticeable through the tattered tunic he wore. "This one is due for death at first light. His friend, one Garen Muln is currently being prepared for execution. Of course, you could save them." Karign trailed off, a cold sneer gracing his elegant features. "How?" "Fight me- for their freedom- and yours." "I accept." "Good good. Guard! Go retrieve the other prisoner, and bring him here. We shall make him and Kenobi watch this duel. It won't last long." The guard saluted, then turned and ran towards the cell block. "Now- we wait." Garen was brought in moments later. Karign drew a long cylindrical item from his cloak. "Come, Master Jedi. Let us see how good your skills really are." He ignited the lightsaber, crouching down so his center of gravity was lower to the ground. Qui-Gon ignited his own blade, settling into a classic defensive posture. The two fighters were suddenly engaged, both matching each other blow for blow. Emerald blade met golden, causing sparks. Karign flipped back, shedding his cloak. Bringing his lightsaber directly infront of him, the blade facing towards Qui-Gon, he pulled the hilt towards his ear. He crouched slightly, then waited for Qui-Gon to iniate the next move. In a blur, Qui-Gon ran forward, bringing his blade down ontop of Karign's. From his lower position, Karign swung his left leg out in a sweep kick. Qui-Gon jumped away, flipping backward. He landed smoothly, only to be met with a painful roundhouse kick to the jaw. Qui-Gon found himself flying backwards from the force of the blow. He skidded along the ground, shaking his head dazedly. The Master started to rise, but was forced back on the ground by Karign's blade placed steadily at his throat. "Give up, Jedi?" "Not quite." Qui-Gon called upon the Force, grasping one of the many torches that illuminated the battle ground. He brought the torch towards Karign, distracting him enough that his control on the lightsaber wavered. Jinn used that distraction, kicking Karign sharply in the knee. Qui-Gon rolled away from him, springing nimbly to his feet. Cursing under his breath, Karign stood shakily on one leg, his other knee shattered from the precisely placed kick. "Very good, Master Jedi. Now- we continue." Karign brought his hand infront of him. Lightning shot from his finger tips, heading towards the two disabled apprentices, instead of Qui-Gon. It shocked them, causing them both to stiffen. The two guards on either side of Obi-Wan and Garen fell to the ground, either dead or unconscious. Bringing his lightsaber up, Qui-Gon blocked the lightning, collecting it on his lightsaber. The saber, overwhelmed by the enormous amounts of energy it was forced to endure sparked, then exploded. His saber now destroyed, Qui-Gon threw the cylinder away from him, just in time to avoid having his hand blown off. "Ah, aren't we in a situation now?" //Master.// Qui-Gon started, realizing his apprentice was contacting him through the Force. //Master- let me help you.[// //Padawan? Are you alright?// a mental laugh filtered across the pulsating bond. Qui-Gon felt an enormous amount of Force power being pushed into his being. He winced, as it seemed to grow inside him. //Padawan!// //Don't worry, Master.I'm still alive.// The conversation lasted but a moment. Revived, Qui-Gon opened his eyes. He lifted a hand, calling the saber that Karign held in his hands to his own. Karign allowed surprise to filter over his face as he felt the saber ripped from his grasp. Gold glowed, casting an eery light on Qui-Gon's face. He charged forward, and before Karign could act, sliced him from his shoulder diagonally across his chest to his hip. A scream ripped through the air, as Karign fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. Suddenly fearful, the remaining villagers ran, heading towards their tents. Karign was left bleeding on the ground, until a young boy ran out and collapsed to his knees next to him. He reached out a small shaking hand, and rested it on the Clan leader's head. The child whimpered, shaking the limp body before him. A low keen was released as the boy collapsed next to the dead man. **** Qui-Gon watched the child sob, the sound ripping at Qui-Gon's very soul. He looked at the two limp Padawans laying on the ground, checking them both swiftly with the Force, before going to the youth kneeling on the dusty blood covered ground. He knelt beside the child, settling a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "Young one?" The child stiffened, turning a bright teary-eyed gaze on the Jedi Master. "Y-yes, sir?" Qui-Gon glanced down at the corpse, before looking again at the child. "I am sorry to interrupt your mourning, child. Do you know where I can get something to carry my companions back to my ship?" The child nodded, then stood, motioning for the Jedi Master to follow. He did, hurrying after the surprisingly quick child. The child lead him to a large area in the middle of the village, where they were met by a large crowd. The child that had been leading him scurried forward, stopping by a woman, and buried his face in her skirt. Qui-Gon rested a hand on the saber attached to his belt, warily watching the crowd. Suprisingly, it was a young man, no older than twenty who stepped forward. "Master Jedi, the people here thank you. You have freed us from fear. We are now free of our Master. It is our understanding that your companions are hurt- we would be honored to assist you." Still suspicious, but not seeing any other solution, he showed his agreement, and went off towards the still unconscious Padawan learners on the outskirts of the village. A group followed him silently. Qui-Gon finally reached the Padawans, and dropped to his knees next to Obi-Wan. He gathered the apprentice into his arms, gently stroking his ginger hair. Simiarly, a villager picked Garen up, careful of the young man's injuries. "Thank you." Qui-Gon bowed his head, trying to display his graditude towards the villagers kindness. Swiftly, he set off towards the ship, eager to get off the planet as quickly as possible. Finally having settled the two Padawan learners, Qui-Gon exited the ship once more. "Go, Master Jedi. We thank you for giving us our freedom. But let it be known," the young man's voice hardened, "if you land on this planet again, you will be held fully responsible for what has happened today. We let you leave simply because the two accompanying you are innocent. You, however, are not. Now leave, and never return." Qui-Gon bowed again, then strode swiftly up the ramp, closing the hatch behind him. He lifted off from the planet, and entered the quardnents for Courscant. Lumina disappeared behind the small ship in a blur of stars. **** Obi-Wan felt a soothing hand stroking his hair, long before he was fully conscious. The Padawan reluctantly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly at the light that flooded his vision. Light was abruptly shadowed by the concerned face of Qui-Gon Jinn. "Padawan? How are you, little one?" "Sore. and thirsty." A cup of water was immediately offered to the apprentice. Obi-Wan sat up, taking it gratefully. "Drink slowly. You're sore? Understandable after all you've been through."
"Garen?" "Is fine. He has. emotional and physical wounds that need to be dealt with." "Where is he, Master?" "He wished for solitude, Padawan. We must respect this- he is going through a very difficult time." Obi-Wan nodded, closing his eyes to think. "Master. I believe I owe you an apology. I. betrayed you." Qui-Gon started, surprise filtering over his face. "Padawan you-" "Please, Master, let me continue." Qui-Gon said nothing, choosing instead to focus intently on his Padawan's face. "I did- I left without telling you, and wouldn't tell you were I was once you contacted me. That is betrayal, Master. and you don't deserve to be hurt anymore than you have been." Finished, and on the verge of tears, Obi-Wan focused on anything else than his Master. "Padawan." /Oh. here it comes../ "Padawan, look at me." Obi-Wan complied, forcing himself to hold back his tears. "Padawan- I think you are incapable of betraying *anyone*. You are loyal to the bitter end- and I couldn't be more proud of having you as my Padawan." Obi-Wan felt himself being drawn into a gentle hug. The offer of comfort was simply too much for the injured Padawan to resist, and he collapsed willingly into his Master's embrace, allowing his tears to fall. **** Garen could hear them. He could hear them through all barriers between them and his place of solitude. He was *jealous* of Obi-Wan. He still had his Master to care for him. and Garen, Garen was alone. Tears once again threatened, but Garen forced them back, allowing himself to be wrapped up in his pain, misery. his loss. The boy gripped at the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders. /I'm alone./ Garen wrapped his blanket tighter. /alone./ ***** Flames danced, sparking and crackling, while mourners looked on. The funeral pier burned- yet no body was placed on it, for the body that would occupy it had burned already, in a brutal and purposeful attack. Clee Rhara wouldn't have a proper Jedi burial, for there was no body to be found. Garen stared at the flame, mesmerized. Out of instinct, he reached for the place in his mind where the bond should have been. Silence reigned, ripping at the boy's heart. A warning in the Force caused Obi-Wan's head to snap over towards his best friend Garen. Though he stood tall, his shoulders straight, and his face dry, Obi-Wan's finely attuned senses in the Force told him that his friend was not fine, and in a severe depression. He turned his attention back towards the pier, watching the flames simmer then die. All Jedi present bowed, then slowly left- some in groups others by themselves. Qui-Gon rest a hand on his apprentice, having noticed the change in his demeanor. //Padawan?// Obi-Wan turned his face towards his Master, smiling sadly at him. //Garen, Master// //He needs to be alone, My Padawan.// Obi-Wan shook his head slowly. //Not now. Please, Master, go ahead without me.// The hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder tightened. //You're a good friend, My Obi-Wan. Go, help your friend, he needs you.// Qui-Gon left Obi-Wan standing infront of the pier, stopping only to rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The chamber emptyied slowly, finally leaving only Garen and Obi-Wan. "Garen.?" Garen turned bright eyes towards his best friend. "Obi?? I thought you had left." Obi-Wan walked towards his friend, immediately noting the lack of sleep- and food. "Do you need to talk." "No! No, I don't want to talk about. about her! I [i]won't[/i] talk about her." The anger surrounding Obi-Wan's friend was astonishing. "I [i]won't[/i]." His resolve slowly crumbling away, Garen stepped forward, resting his head on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "I won't." Quietly, Obi-Wan wrapped his friend in a tight hug, allowing him to sob into his shoulder. Feeling Garen's knees start to weaken, he helped his friend to the ground, settling him in a kneeling position. His friend's sobs slowed, then stopped completely. "Obi-Wan? Can you help me.?" "Of course, my friend. How do you want me to help you?" A sudden blinding smile lit Garen's face. "Listen." Obi-Wan smiled, and settled back, listening to his friend's tales. The Padawan of Clee Rhara recounted everything, up to their last mission, when he stopped abruptly. "Garen- please. you can tell me. I think. it would help." Garen nodded, glancing at Obi-Wan's face, then averting his eyes. He stared, a distant look in his eyes. "We were on Alderaan. I truthfully can't tell you much of the mission. it seems liked such a blur now. She died. when we found a burning building- we ran in to check if there was anyone in there. there wasn't, of course- the building was empty. While in there. this person. Force pushed us into a wall, I was knocked out. From there. I only remember. feelings." Another sob tore at the young man's body. "She died because she wasn't important in luring you and Qui-Gon to [i]that[/i] planet. I can remember. even as she passed into the Force, that she fused the bond with love. And. I was helpless. I couldn't save her, Obi! I couldn't." Garen lurched to his feet, making to run out of the chamber. Obi-Wan swiftly followed, catching the fleeing apprentice when his legs finally weakened, then gave out. Unable to think of anything else, Obi-Wan soothed his friend into sleep. Garen's head lulled sideways, coming to rest on Obi- Wan's shoulder. //Master.?// //Yes, Obi-Wan?// Obi-Wan glanced down at his sleeping friend. //Garen. finally is asleep. I'm going to bring him to our quarters. I don't think he should be alone. Master. did you know the reason Clee Rhara was killed?// //No, Padawan. Nor should we discuss it right now. Bring Garen back.// //Yes, Master.// **** Obi-Wan sat meditating, finally finding some semblance of peace in the Force. He drifted slowly through the Force, allowing it to soothe his mind. A quiet voice interrupted his meditation. "Obi-Wan." Obi-Wan almost jerked himself out of meditation, before realizing it was in the Force that he was being spoken to. "Yes?" Clee Rhara appeared before the Padawan. "I wanted to thank you for helping Garen. He wouldn't have made it without you. So I thank you." "No thanks necessary, Master. Garen is a friend." Clee Rhara smiled fondly at Obi-Wan. "Either way, you helped him, and for that I will give you my graditude. and you will accept it, understood?" The deceased Master smiled at Obi-Wan before waving. "Now you'll have to excuse me, Obi-Wan. I have a Padawan to watch over." Obi-Wan dropped out of meditation, shaking his head vigorously. He looked up from where he knelt to see Garen looking at him. "You saw her, didn't you?" Obi-Wan nodded silently. "Good. Thanks, Obi. I think. I think I'll be alright. I also think I've intruded upon you and Master Jinn long enough, so, I'm leaving." "Leaving? Where too?" Garen laughed. "The council has assigned me a new Master." "So soon?" Garen nodded. "I requested one. I think I need this Obi-Wan. We are being given leave from the temple. a retreat. And I came to say goodbye." Obi-Wan stood, and walked over to his friend. "Good bye then, Garen." He grabbed his friend in a tight hug. "May the Force be with you." Garen swiftly returned the hug. "May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan." Garen wrapped himself tightly in his robe, then swiftly left. "You handled that well, My Padawan." Obi-Wan spun around, startled at his Master's voice. "Master?" Qui-Gon walked over to his Padawan, and draped an arm over his shoulders. "You handled that quite well. Garen is in much pain. but the council finally got something right when they sent him and his new Master away. He needs to get away from the temple, but it will make it easier, knowing he has you as a friend. Now, Padawan, what do you say we spar. then grab something to eat?" A bright smile lit Obi-Wan's face. "Sounds wonderful, Master!" The two left their quarters neither truly realizing that the darkness had bound them, and would later pull them apart.
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