Hey! It's the day before finals and I figured I needed a break from
studying and I decided to post. Thanx to Ginger Ninja for doing this for
me.
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Qui-Gon stood absoloutley still, eyes locked on the door. 'What exactly just happened?' Running the events over in his head again, he asked, 'What exactly just happened?'
"What's happened Jinn is that you've pushed him into leaving again," he muttered to the silent walls. Then, his eyes went wide as if just realizing what he just said as well as all the wrongdoings in his life.
In the beginning of their partnership, he was reluctant to trust the boy and fought the bond with every medichlorian in his body. Other than the times when he was concerned about the boy's safety, he acted cold towards him. It was an expectation that the Padawan would fail and betray Qui-Gon.
Then Melida/Daan came and the Master's expectations as well as worst fears came true. Obi-Wan left everything to become part of a civil war. Thinking back now, Qui-Gon came to the conclusion that he really hadn't tried to hold onto thee boy. And he hadn't wanted to go back when Obi-Wan called for help, although he felt sympathy and compassion for the young one after hearing the fate of Cerasi.
He was grateful that Obi-Wan had accompanied him to Telos to confront Xanatos. His presence helped a great deal, and he accepted the boy as hs apprentice again.
When Obi-Wan broke his arm in the training match against Bruck, he showed he cared long enough to carry the boy to the infirmary. Right away, he found and excuse to leave and stay away. Qui-Gon had returned to their quarters not long after Obi-Wan, and upon checking on him, found the reminants of tear tracks, but again he did nothing.
A sharp breath was drawn as Qui-Gon found a truth: he was afraid. He was afraid to get close to Obi-Wan for fear of a repeat of what Xanatos did. So he distanced himself and now he was paying the price. 'Obi-Wan is nothing like Xanatos.'
But he had believed the Padawan would be, and that was the Master's mistake. The past had clouded the now, and it prevented him from getting close to a boy it was hard not to love.
'I must've gotten close to him, because my heart wouldn't hurt so much now.' He had to admit, Obi-Wan had a way of worming into people's hearts. Especially Jedi Masters who were as cold as ice. 'Oh Force what did I do?' Moving from his spot on the floor, Qui-Gon tok off down the corridor, hoping he could catch up to his Padawan before he got away.
***
Obi-Wan shivered as the planet weather controls sent another freezing gust of wind at him. The sweat on his body cooled and dried, but he clothes remained wet and quickly turned cold. It hadn't taken long for him to decide to enter the lower levels. The task of blending in became somewhat easier when not everyone knew what a Jedi apprentice looked like. 'Well, former apprentice anyway.' All he really wanted to do was find somewhere to camp for the night before he moved on.
The beings that passed by didn't look twice at him, which was just as well because he didn't look at them either. Most probably thought he was just some homeless bum. Obi-Wan could care less about what others thought of him at the moment anyway; the one's personal opinion of him that mattered wasn't very high.
A loud bang sounded off to his right as he trudged down the street, but he paid it no mind, and just kept his gaze locked on the cold, dirty, and hard level floor.
The warning came to late for the ex-Padawan to do anything. He heard a sharp buzzing sound, and felt a stinging pain in his neck, and then all went black. . . .
***
Something was wrong, besides the obvious anyway. Jinn stopped in his tracks on the street and felt along the Force. There was a great disturbance. Fighting his way through the hoards of Coruscant's occupants, he made his way down to the lower levels.
'Left here. . . .left again. . . .getting close. . . .OH NO.'
Rushing over to the object laying in the middle of the street, Qui- Gon sank to his knees. Picking up the item and pressing the button, he was greeted with a blue glow that lit up the dark alleys. He sighed. Jedi or not, Obi-Wan would never leave his lightsaber behind.
Standing up, the Master vowed to himself that no matter what, he would find his Padawan and bring him home. . . .
***
They were moving, he could tell that much. The area smelt suspiciously like a dumpster, and felt hotter than Tatooine's hottest day. Opening his blue/green eyes, Obi-Wan's face tightened at the onslaught of brightness. 'Well, it's better than pitch black like before.'
He was slouching against a wall of some kind of transport. Trying to sit up further, he realized he had about half and inch of moving space. Everyone was sitting, jammed tight close to one another (which accounted for the rise in heat). Two guards stood watch at the only entrance, and another patrolled a small isle leading from the door to roughly the center of the room.
"Hey, where are we?" he asked an Ithorian next to him.
Before, the species' t-shaped head had been pointing towards the floor, and now it looked at him. Normally, Ithorians were always happy and full of life. This one seemed as if it's spirit had been crushed. "Have you forgotten?" The plain basic sounded strange with it's two tounges. Through it though, Obi-Wan was able to tell that the Hammerhead, as Ithorians were nicknamed, was female. "We're slaves."
"What?!" His face showed nothing but shocked as he stammered, "B-b- but I w-was kid-kidnapped.!" Then he remembered the same thing happened to him on Bandomeer, where he met his good friend Guerra.
"Really. And do you think the rest of us just CHOSE to be slaves?" the Ithorian threw back sarcastically. "We were all kidnapped in one way or another."
"But I'm a Jedi!" 'Used to be you dimwit! Remember you're not wanted!'
"Then say goodbye to the life you once knew kid," the female said. "Becaue once you enter the world of slavery, ain't no getting out of it."
Slowly, the boy's face crumpled and he buried his face in his hands. Trying to control his breathing as well as his emotions, Obi-Wan searched for comfort in the Force. It was then he noticed the dark energies encased around him. Not from the ones here who were Force-sensative, but from beings who were emitting evil with every breath they took. It caused his concentration to slip and he could only feel pinpricks of the presence he had known since childhood.
Knowing nothing else to do and not caring who saw him, the ex-Padawan allowed tears to cascade down his face until he fell back to sleep against the rumbling of the engines.
TBC
Well, that's all I have time for. Back to studying. Wish me luck on my
finals. . . .
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Qui-Gon stood absoloutley still, eyes locked on the door. 'What exactly just happened?' Running the events over in his head again, he asked, 'What exactly just happened?'
"What's happened Jinn is that you've pushed him into leaving again," he muttered to the silent walls. Then, his eyes went wide as if just realizing what he just said as well as all the wrongdoings in his life.
In the beginning of their partnership, he was reluctant to trust the boy and fought the bond with every medichlorian in his body. Other than the times when he was concerned about the boy's safety, he acted cold towards him. It was an expectation that the Padawan would fail and betray Qui-Gon.
Then Melida/Daan came and the Master's expectations as well as worst fears came true. Obi-Wan left everything to become part of a civil war. Thinking back now, Qui-Gon came to the conclusion that he really hadn't tried to hold onto thee boy. And he hadn't wanted to go back when Obi-Wan called for help, although he felt sympathy and compassion for the young one after hearing the fate of Cerasi.
He was grateful that Obi-Wan had accompanied him to Telos to confront Xanatos. His presence helped a great deal, and he accepted the boy as hs apprentice again.
When Obi-Wan broke his arm in the training match against Bruck, he showed he cared long enough to carry the boy to the infirmary. Right away, he found and excuse to leave and stay away. Qui-Gon had returned to their quarters not long after Obi-Wan, and upon checking on him, found the reminants of tear tracks, but again he did nothing.
A sharp breath was drawn as Qui-Gon found a truth: he was afraid. He was afraid to get close to Obi-Wan for fear of a repeat of what Xanatos did. So he distanced himself and now he was paying the price. 'Obi-Wan is nothing like Xanatos.'
But he had believed the Padawan would be, and that was the Master's mistake. The past had clouded the now, and it prevented him from getting close to a boy it was hard not to love.
'I must've gotten close to him, because my heart wouldn't hurt so much now.' He had to admit, Obi-Wan had a way of worming into people's hearts. Especially Jedi Masters who were as cold as ice. 'Oh Force what did I do?' Moving from his spot on the floor, Qui-Gon tok off down the corridor, hoping he could catch up to his Padawan before he got away.
***
Obi-Wan shivered as the planet weather controls sent another freezing gust of wind at him. The sweat on his body cooled and dried, but he clothes remained wet and quickly turned cold. It hadn't taken long for him to decide to enter the lower levels. The task of blending in became somewhat easier when not everyone knew what a Jedi apprentice looked like. 'Well, former apprentice anyway.' All he really wanted to do was find somewhere to camp for the night before he moved on.
The beings that passed by didn't look twice at him, which was just as well because he didn't look at them either. Most probably thought he was just some homeless bum. Obi-Wan could care less about what others thought of him at the moment anyway; the one's personal opinion of him that mattered wasn't very high.
A loud bang sounded off to his right as he trudged down the street, but he paid it no mind, and just kept his gaze locked on the cold, dirty, and hard level floor.
The warning came to late for the ex-Padawan to do anything. He heard a sharp buzzing sound, and felt a stinging pain in his neck, and then all went black. . . .
***
Something was wrong, besides the obvious anyway. Jinn stopped in his tracks on the street and felt along the Force. There was a great disturbance. Fighting his way through the hoards of Coruscant's occupants, he made his way down to the lower levels.
'Left here. . . .left again. . . .getting close. . . .OH NO.'
Rushing over to the object laying in the middle of the street, Qui- Gon sank to his knees. Picking up the item and pressing the button, he was greeted with a blue glow that lit up the dark alleys. He sighed. Jedi or not, Obi-Wan would never leave his lightsaber behind.
Standing up, the Master vowed to himself that no matter what, he would find his Padawan and bring him home. . . .
***
They were moving, he could tell that much. The area smelt suspiciously like a dumpster, and felt hotter than Tatooine's hottest day. Opening his blue/green eyes, Obi-Wan's face tightened at the onslaught of brightness. 'Well, it's better than pitch black like before.'
He was slouching against a wall of some kind of transport. Trying to sit up further, he realized he had about half and inch of moving space. Everyone was sitting, jammed tight close to one another (which accounted for the rise in heat). Two guards stood watch at the only entrance, and another patrolled a small isle leading from the door to roughly the center of the room.
"Hey, where are we?" he asked an Ithorian next to him.
Before, the species' t-shaped head had been pointing towards the floor, and now it looked at him. Normally, Ithorians were always happy and full of life. This one seemed as if it's spirit had been crushed. "Have you forgotten?" The plain basic sounded strange with it's two tounges. Through it though, Obi-Wan was able to tell that the Hammerhead, as Ithorians were nicknamed, was female. "We're slaves."
"What?!" His face showed nothing but shocked as he stammered, "B-b- but I w-was kid-kidnapped.!" Then he remembered the same thing happened to him on Bandomeer, where he met his good friend Guerra.
"Really. And do you think the rest of us just CHOSE to be slaves?" the Ithorian threw back sarcastically. "We were all kidnapped in one way or another."
"But I'm a Jedi!" 'Used to be you dimwit! Remember you're not wanted!'
"Then say goodbye to the life you once knew kid," the female said. "Becaue once you enter the world of slavery, ain't no getting out of it."
Slowly, the boy's face crumpled and he buried his face in his hands. Trying to control his breathing as well as his emotions, Obi-Wan searched for comfort in the Force. It was then he noticed the dark energies encased around him. Not from the ones here who were Force-sensative, but from beings who were emitting evil with every breath they took. It caused his concentration to slip and he could only feel pinpricks of the presence he had known since childhood.
Knowing nothing else to do and not caring who saw him, the ex-Padawan allowed tears to cascade down his face until he fell back to sleep against the rumbling of the engines.
TBC
Well, that's all I have time for. Back to studying. Wish me luck on my
finals. . . .