Obi-Wan awoke with a throbbing head. He was in his room, at the Temple, and
there were no injuries, but he knew something had happened to him, he knew
it. Then he remembered, glancing at his lightsaber.
It seemed too surreal. The Council was recognizing him as a Jedi apprentice
after all this time. It was a dream come true.
Or was it?
There was Qui-Gon, his presence nagging, just like Bruck. It was not like a
bond annoyance, but just his presence and their duel earlier seemed to
shake him to his bones, unsettling and strange.
He had nearly died for that man on Bandomeer, yet here he was, resenting
the fact that the younger man even existed.
Maybe that jab about the Terellian moon roses had been a little much.
He pulled himself to his feet and slipped out of his tunic. He was almost
too sore to move, but the beating of the refresher seemed to bruise him and
massage his tired muscles at the same time.
Once the young man was finally clean, he decided to try for 'presentable.'
The tunic they had given him marked him as a Jedi, whether it be
apprentice, knight, or whatever rank they deemed necessary for him. Today
was the tests that would determine this.
Well, perhaps, if he was lucky, they would give him a few more days to
recuperate from that attack. Obi-Wan's eyes suddenly narrowed. Seconds
later, a knock came on the door.
"Come in, Bruck," He said, loud enough for the other young man outside to
hear.
"How's the head?" He stepped into the room, his Padawan braid tucked neatly
behind his ear, "I heard about what happened in the arena, everyone did,
even Reeft. Sometimes he still looks up, expecting you to sit down at the
table."
"I'm still aching a little, but I'll be fine," Obi-Wan gestured to a chair,
"Go ahead and sit down."
Bruck did. Obi-Wan noticed that he seemed a little less.bullying.than he
had all those years ago. He actually met his gaze as he took a seat as the
table across from him.
"I wanted to apologize-for the way I acted, I mean," Bruck stammered,
leaning forward, "I really straightened out after you left."
"But?" The unspoken word hung heavily on the end of his former rival's
sentence. Obi-Wan saw the new Bruck in his words, stance, and the way he
held himself. No longer was he the bully that tried to impress everyone.
"But there's a new one," He admitted, "A new tough guy. I don't know where
he came from or who he is. All I know is that since he came with his
Master, people have started getting hurt and they haven't been talking
about what happened."
"What kind of things have been happening? Yelling? Fights?" Obi-Wan set one
elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fist, "Intimidation during
sparring matches like our old ones?"
"Not-really." Bruck shook his head, "Things like really athletic people
falling down the stairs, smart people missing tests because they can't move
their wrists, or even agile people tripping. All this stuff happens when no
one else sees."
"And the Masters haven't done anything?"
"They can't. No one has any proof until a victim decides to talk," Bruck
sighed and unconsciously copied Obi-Wan's lean.
"It's like trying to put a puzzle together without the pieces," Obi-Wan
shook his head, "Impossible to see the big picture."
Both young men sighed at the same time.
Qui-Gon stalked through the halls like a man possessed. He was on his way to the landing pad, and he was leaving the Temple on a mission. He had been assigned to this weeks ago, then Obi-Wan had to resurface. Of all the people to appear. "Master Jinn, leaving, are you?" Yoda stopped him with a small hand from a doorway. "This is a mission which I have been looking forward to for weeks, Master Yoda," Qui-Gon hefted his small bag, "Yes, Master, I am leaving." "Running again?" The small creature made an inquisitive grunt, then stepped towards him, "What say you if I told you that Obi-Wan in danger of dying was he?" That caught him off-guard, and it showed. "A skill he did not learn on Bandomeer, taught to him by a real Master, it must be," Yoda stamped his staff against the floor, "This skill is poison immunity. Kenobi knows this not." "He was beaten, not poisoned," Qui-Gon protested. "Over many years has he been poisoned, slowly and steadily," Yoda's eyes narrowed in what amounted to annoyance, "By Xanatos, I fear. An enemy, Kenobi has made in his protection of Bandomeer, and fear for him, I do." "Isn't there an antidote?" Qui-Gon sighed in unbridled frustration. "Yes," Yoda turned away. "That's it? Master Yoda-" "Being taught is he by Master Wytae Morou," Yoda called over his shoulder, "A new Master, Kenobi has, but the correct one? I know not. Deserted the Force for too long, you have, leave you, it may." Qui-Gon pulled out his comlink and told the ship to leave without him.
"Now, Obi-Wan, what do you see?" Master Morou was a quiet man with blue skin and even darker blue hair. He was watching the young man's facial expression with intense concentration. "I see blackness.and a small red star," He responded quietly, his eyes closed. Master Morou's hand stood right in front of his face, and he could sense it, "Your hand covers the star." The Master took his hand away. "The star is gone, so is your hand," He relaxed his body, "I'm seeing myself now.in my own heart.something isn't right with the blood. There are blue flecks floating with the blood.and there is something tiny and metal floating as well." His eyes flew open, breaking his concentration. "Master Morou, what does that mean?" "It means, Obi-Wan, that you have been poisoned," The master nodded his head, "Who ever did it has taken much time to build this up, but with proper conditioning, you can purge it from your body." "What about the flecks that were already in my body, the ones that were embedded in my muscles," Obi-Wan flexed a stiff arm experimentally, "Is that why I have been so stiff lately?" "I cannot answer that, Obi-Wan," Morou shook his head, "However, I do not fear for you. I can sense a great disturbance in your future, and your path will no doubt be rough. But you have become strong in spirit, like body." "Thank you, Master Morou," Obi-Wan nodded and they both stood. "It is good that you do not call me Master," The blue-hued man smiled, "For I know of another who is destined to be your master, whether he wants to be or not." "Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan's voice broke, and he turned red, "I'm sorry." "Do not apologize," Morou laughed, something that Obi-Wan had never seen a Jedi Master do before, "Come, Obi-Wan. I feel a challenge coming." They left the small room and traversed the halls of the Temple, not speaking, only observing. It was an exercise that he was well trained in, having to walk down row upon row of seedlings and having to sense impurities. Through his eyes he saw a Council member, heading calmly towards the turbolift. Knight Seraphi Rheone was speaking in low tones to Master Mace Windu and Ka-Adi-Windi. Through a far off window, he saw a ship take off from the landing platform. Suddenly, from the far corner of the room, the Dark Side was being collected. Obi-Wan felt it easily, as did Master Morou. The Three Council members spun at the familiar feeling as well, and the single Knight shivered and followed their lead. But there was no one there. "In the room on the other side of the wall!" Mace Windu hissed to Ka-Adi- Windi. The two nodded and drew their lightsabers, breaking into a sprint towards the hall that would take them to the room. "Obi-Wan, run!" Morou snapped, pushing the younger man away, "If you can get out of the range." Knight Rheone and Morou both readied their minds and stood protectively between Obi-Wan and the growing force of the Dark Side. But before Obi-Wan could run, the energy exploded. Obi-Wan threw up his shields, keeping them solidly in place. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the Dark Side wash like a flood over his barriers, crashing against them with hurricane force. Without dissipating the first attack, another came, harder and more powerful. Morou took the brunt of the attack, as he moved directly in the way. He cried out in pain and slumped to one knee, trying to resist the attack. "Wytae!" Rheone cried and struggled to take his place in front of the frozen Obi-Wan. Her own defenses were slowly being worn away by the patient pulses of evil, just as they had done to Obi-Wan's temporary instructor's. Without hesitation, Obi-Wan threw up a thick wall between the three Jedi and the attacking force, straining his resources to the very limits of possibility. The third explosion sent Rheone reeling and threw Obi-Wan into the wall, but before it could cause any damage. It suddenly disappeared, leaving Obi- Wan gasping for air. The young man slowly pried his eyes open. Windu and Ka-Adi-Windi stepped into the room, their 'sabers unlit. Mace took Obi-Wan's hand and helped him stand while Ka-Adi-Windi checked the fallen forms of Morou and Rheone. "We need to get them to the Healers," Made said softly, seeing the pain frozen in the still-open, unblinking eyes of Morou and Rheone, "There is no telling what that man did to them once he broke into their minds." "Master Windu, what happened.what is the same man?" Obi-Wan gasped, holding his aching ribs. "Yes, the signature is most definitely the same," The darker skinned Jedi smiled down at him sadly, "I cannot say what he did to break their defenses. The attack was much stronger this time, and you withheld it with your own. You have probably saved their lives with your bravery." "How could I have saved them? They are a Master and a Knight, and still they fell," Obi-Wan raised a hand to his head. "You have a great grip on the Force, my young friend," Mace nodded, "Yet you have much to learn.and such a short time in which to do it."
Obi-Wan sat in his room, sobs threatening to tear his body apart. He had never felt this kind of overwhelming sadness before, and he knew why. Morou's mind was frozen. He would no regain consciousness for a very long time. Rheone, subjected to the same horror, but for a shorter time, would awaken soon, with the Force knew what kind of damages. And it was all because he had allowed his body to freeze. If he had run, Both Master and Knight would be awake right now, and Morou would probably be lecturing him on the immunity training. Rheone would probably be on a mission with her new Padawan. There came a knock on the door. Obi-Wan wiped his eyes and said shakily, "Come." It was Qui-Gon. "Master Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan bolted to his feet. "I heard about what happened, what you did," His face was solid and unemotional, "Morou is a very dear friend to me, and you saved his life." "I saved no one's life," Obi-Wan sank back down on his bed. "Your strength can only be counteracted by allowing your weaknesses to overcome you," Qui-Gon stepped into the bedroom and sat in the chair across from him, "Your weakness is self-blame." Obi-Wan looked up at him. "Your survival is our first priority, for I am not willing to allow you to die because of stubbornness. Mine," He took a deep breath, "Obi-Wan, I know that I rejected you all those years ago." Qui-Gon paused, trying to gather his thoughts. Obi-Wan smiled slightly, "Come, Master, you can do it." "Would you accept me as your Jedi Master?" Qui-Gon sighed and allowed a light smile to pervade his face. "That wasn't so hard," Obi-Wan smiled, "Of course, Master. I have been waiting for this day for my whole life." Qui-Gon looked at the young man, a new respect growing. Here was one who did not give up, even when Fate and the Force dealt him a losing hand. It was like looking at himself in a mirror, wishing that it could all be set into rewind. He remembered Bandomeer all those years ago, watching Obi-Wan fight at the mouth of the cave, moving as the Force commanded it. He recalled the triumphant look on Obi-Wan's face when he realized that Si Tremba and the other Arconians were going to survive. All the anger he had hidden away at Obi-Wan's unfailing dreams, all his frustration that this boy would not leave him be in peace.all of that drifted away with that one question. Perhaps, if he had taken Obi-Wan as his apprentice.perhaps Tahl would still be alive.perhaps all those missions would have been easier, less painful and demanding.but now was not the time to be thinking about the past.
Obi-Wan watched a new countenance come over Master Qui-Gon Jinn's face. He realized that this was a new day for both of them, the beginning of a great new adventure, one that would stay with both of them until the end of time. "Master." He took a deep breath, "Do they know who is attacking us?" Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed, "No, they don't. But I have a feeling as to who it may be." "Who? Xanatos?" "Yes," The Master nodded, "He has taken an apprentice, one that will not be so easily avoided. You know the name Keiki Keymar, correct?" "Very well. She and I used to spar together during our free times," Obi-Wan nodded, "She was a slave-daughter before she was brought here to learn at the Temple." "I have found that she has had dealings with Xanatos before, while she was attending to missions with her Master, Knight Rheone," The older man sighed, "I believe that, now that Rheone is incapacitated, she will begin to step up her learning under Xanatos." "Keiki? How could she?" Obi-Wan was stunned. "Rheone contacted me several times about her Padawan's constant disappearing, sometimes for days on end," He shook his head, "In Keiki's species, they would go on numerous spirit walks, most of them unannounced and sudden, which is why Rheone did not think much of it." "Now that Rheone is out of the way.she can just skip out permanently!" Obi- Wan's eyes shot wide, "If this is true, she was just waiting for Rheone and I to get into the same room. And the attack! It ended right after the Knight went down!" "You and I need to speak to Mace Windu and see what they were talking about and what got them to that part of the Temple," The Master rubbed his beard, "Come, let us find him." Obi-Wan was already to the door.
"I received a messaged from Rheone, asking me to meet her in that hallway," Mace sighed, "When she said that she had received the same message from me, I became suspicious and called Ka-Adi-Windi down." "And that's when." "Everything fell apart," They were all standing just outside the Healers' Sector, awaiting news on the condition of Morou and Rheone, "I fear that Keiki, if this is partly her doing, will attempt to kill her Master." "Why would she?" Qui-Gon asked. "There have been several problems between the two lately," Mace admitted, "They would be in the middle of a mission and Keymar would disappear. Rheone would be forced to deal with the mission on her own, and her Padawan would appear just as the ship was departing for the Temple, no explanations given." "Keiki and I were alike," Obi-Wan spoke up, "She had just turned thirteen when Rheone took her as a Padawan. She told me before she left that she did not want her as her Master, but she didn't have a choice." "Would this non-preference turn into a reason to kill?" Qui-Gon asked. "No one can say," Mace sighed, "At any rate, we have Xanatos and Keiki banded together as a force to be reckoned with. We must deal with them first, and then move on to other problems." "Obi-Wan! Master Jinn!" Bruck ran up to them, his face tear stained and his eyes red. His hands and tunic were stained with blood, "She killed him! She killed my Master!" "Obi-Wan, take care of Bruck!" Qui-Gon sensed the sudden release of the Force.it was the same release that marked the death of a great Jedi. "Mace?" "I feel it as well," The two friends ran as fast as they could towards the rapidly fading feeling. Obi-Wan held Bruck up, as the other young man was close to wails. "Bruck! Tell me what happened!" He demanded. "We.we were walking toward the Room of a Thousand Fountains when Master heard something in a nearby room," Bruck said through sobs of pain, "We looked inside and.and.Keymar.Xanatos.they were both there and they attacked us." "Keymar? You mean Keiki?" He was stunned, "Are you sure?" "She had her gray-red lightsaber," Bruck sank to his knees, "Oh god, Obi- Wan, he's dead! I can feel it! He's dead!" Obi-Wan embraced his former rival and new friend with strength, "Let it go, Bruck, let it go.It'll be all right." Bruck just cried.
Qui-Gon stalked through the halls like a man possessed. He was on his way to the landing pad, and he was leaving the Temple on a mission. He had been assigned to this weeks ago, then Obi-Wan had to resurface. Of all the people to appear. "Master Jinn, leaving, are you?" Yoda stopped him with a small hand from a doorway. "This is a mission which I have been looking forward to for weeks, Master Yoda," Qui-Gon hefted his small bag, "Yes, Master, I am leaving." "Running again?" The small creature made an inquisitive grunt, then stepped towards him, "What say you if I told you that Obi-Wan in danger of dying was he?" That caught him off-guard, and it showed. "A skill he did not learn on Bandomeer, taught to him by a real Master, it must be," Yoda stamped his staff against the floor, "This skill is poison immunity. Kenobi knows this not." "He was beaten, not poisoned," Qui-Gon protested. "Over many years has he been poisoned, slowly and steadily," Yoda's eyes narrowed in what amounted to annoyance, "By Xanatos, I fear. An enemy, Kenobi has made in his protection of Bandomeer, and fear for him, I do." "Isn't there an antidote?" Qui-Gon sighed in unbridled frustration. "Yes," Yoda turned away. "That's it? Master Yoda-" "Being taught is he by Master Wytae Morou," Yoda called over his shoulder, "A new Master, Kenobi has, but the correct one? I know not. Deserted the Force for too long, you have, leave you, it may." Qui-Gon pulled out his comlink and told the ship to leave without him.
"Now, Obi-Wan, what do you see?" Master Morou was a quiet man with blue skin and even darker blue hair. He was watching the young man's facial expression with intense concentration. "I see blackness.and a small red star," He responded quietly, his eyes closed. Master Morou's hand stood right in front of his face, and he could sense it, "Your hand covers the star." The Master took his hand away. "The star is gone, so is your hand," He relaxed his body, "I'm seeing myself now.in my own heart.something isn't right with the blood. There are blue flecks floating with the blood.and there is something tiny and metal floating as well." His eyes flew open, breaking his concentration. "Master Morou, what does that mean?" "It means, Obi-Wan, that you have been poisoned," The master nodded his head, "Who ever did it has taken much time to build this up, but with proper conditioning, you can purge it from your body." "What about the flecks that were already in my body, the ones that were embedded in my muscles," Obi-Wan flexed a stiff arm experimentally, "Is that why I have been so stiff lately?" "I cannot answer that, Obi-Wan," Morou shook his head, "However, I do not fear for you. I can sense a great disturbance in your future, and your path will no doubt be rough. But you have become strong in spirit, like body." "Thank you, Master Morou," Obi-Wan nodded and they both stood. "It is good that you do not call me Master," The blue-hued man smiled, "For I know of another who is destined to be your master, whether he wants to be or not." "Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan's voice broke, and he turned red, "I'm sorry." "Do not apologize," Morou laughed, something that Obi-Wan had never seen a Jedi Master do before, "Come, Obi-Wan. I feel a challenge coming." They left the small room and traversed the halls of the Temple, not speaking, only observing. It was an exercise that he was well trained in, having to walk down row upon row of seedlings and having to sense impurities. Through his eyes he saw a Council member, heading calmly towards the turbolift. Knight Seraphi Rheone was speaking in low tones to Master Mace Windu and Ka-Adi-Windi. Through a far off window, he saw a ship take off from the landing platform. Suddenly, from the far corner of the room, the Dark Side was being collected. Obi-Wan felt it easily, as did Master Morou. The Three Council members spun at the familiar feeling as well, and the single Knight shivered and followed their lead. But there was no one there. "In the room on the other side of the wall!" Mace Windu hissed to Ka-Adi- Windi. The two nodded and drew their lightsabers, breaking into a sprint towards the hall that would take them to the room. "Obi-Wan, run!" Morou snapped, pushing the younger man away, "If you can get out of the range." Knight Rheone and Morou both readied their minds and stood protectively between Obi-Wan and the growing force of the Dark Side. But before Obi-Wan could run, the energy exploded. Obi-Wan threw up his shields, keeping them solidly in place. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the Dark Side wash like a flood over his barriers, crashing against them with hurricane force. Without dissipating the first attack, another came, harder and more powerful. Morou took the brunt of the attack, as he moved directly in the way. He cried out in pain and slumped to one knee, trying to resist the attack. "Wytae!" Rheone cried and struggled to take his place in front of the frozen Obi-Wan. Her own defenses were slowly being worn away by the patient pulses of evil, just as they had done to Obi-Wan's temporary instructor's. Without hesitation, Obi-Wan threw up a thick wall between the three Jedi and the attacking force, straining his resources to the very limits of possibility. The third explosion sent Rheone reeling and threw Obi-Wan into the wall, but before it could cause any damage. It suddenly disappeared, leaving Obi- Wan gasping for air. The young man slowly pried his eyes open. Windu and Ka-Adi-Windi stepped into the room, their 'sabers unlit. Mace took Obi-Wan's hand and helped him stand while Ka-Adi-Windi checked the fallen forms of Morou and Rheone. "We need to get them to the Healers," Made said softly, seeing the pain frozen in the still-open, unblinking eyes of Morou and Rheone, "There is no telling what that man did to them once he broke into their minds." "Master Windu, what happened.what is the same man?" Obi-Wan gasped, holding his aching ribs. "Yes, the signature is most definitely the same," The darker skinned Jedi smiled down at him sadly, "I cannot say what he did to break their defenses. The attack was much stronger this time, and you withheld it with your own. You have probably saved their lives with your bravery." "How could I have saved them? They are a Master and a Knight, and still they fell," Obi-Wan raised a hand to his head. "You have a great grip on the Force, my young friend," Mace nodded, "Yet you have much to learn.and such a short time in which to do it."
Obi-Wan sat in his room, sobs threatening to tear his body apart. He had never felt this kind of overwhelming sadness before, and he knew why. Morou's mind was frozen. He would no regain consciousness for a very long time. Rheone, subjected to the same horror, but for a shorter time, would awaken soon, with the Force knew what kind of damages. And it was all because he had allowed his body to freeze. If he had run, Both Master and Knight would be awake right now, and Morou would probably be lecturing him on the immunity training. Rheone would probably be on a mission with her new Padawan. There came a knock on the door. Obi-Wan wiped his eyes and said shakily, "Come." It was Qui-Gon. "Master Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan bolted to his feet. "I heard about what happened, what you did," His face was solid and unemotional, "Morou is a very dear friend to me, and you saved his life." "I saved no one's life," Obi-Wan sank back down on his bed. "Your strength can only be counteracted by allowing your weaknesses to overcome you," Qui-Gon stepped into the bedroom and sat in the chair across from him, "Your weakness is self-blame." Obi-Wan looked up at him. "Your survival is our first priority, for I am not willing to allow you to die because of stubbornness. Mine," He took a deep breath, "Obi-Wan, I know that I rejected you all those years ago." Qui-Gon paused, trying to gather his thoughts. Obi-Wan smiled slightly, "Come, Master, you can do it." "Would you accept me as your Jedi Master?" Qui-Gon sighed and allowed a light smile to pervade his face. "That wasn't so hard," Obi-Wan smiled, "Of course, Master. I have been waiting for this day for my whole life." Qui-Gon looked at the young man, a new respect growing. Here was one who did not give up, even when Fate and the Force dealt him a losing hand. It was like looking at himself in a mirror, wishing that it could all be set into rewind. He remembered Bandomeer all those years ago, watching Obi-Wan fight at the mouth of the cave, moving as the Force commanded it. He recalled the triumphant look on Obi-Wan's face when he realized that Si Tremba and the other Arconians were going to survive. All the anger he had hidden away at Obi-Wan's unfailing dreams, all his frustration that this boy would not leave him be in peace.all of that drifted away with that one question. Perhaps, if he had taken Obi-Wan as his apprentice.perhaps Tahl would still be alive.perhaps all those missions would have been easier, less painful and demanding.but now was not the time to be thinking about the past.
Obi-Wan watched a new countenance come over Master Qui-Gon Jinn's face. He realized that this was a new day for both of them, the beginning of a great new adventure, one that would stay with both of them until the end of time. "Master." He took a deep breath, "Do they know who is attacking us?" Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed, "No, they don't. But I have a feeling as to who it may be." "Who? Xanatos?" "Yes," The Master nodded, "He has taken an apprentice, one that will not be so easily avoided. You know the name Keiki Keymar, correct?" "Very well. She and I used to spar together during our free times," Obi-Wan nodded, "She was a slave-daughter before she was brought here to learn at the Temple." "I have found that she has had dealings with Xanatos before, while she was attending to missions with her Master, Knight Rheone," The older man sighed, "I believe that, now that Rheone is incapacitated, she will begin to step up her learning under Xanatos." "Keiki? How could she?" Obi-Wan was stunned. "Rheone contacted me several times about her Padawan's constant disappearing, sometimes for days on end," He shook his head, "In Keiki's species, they would go on numerous spirit walks, most of them unannounced and sudden, which is why Rheone did not think much of it." "Now that Rheone is out of the way.she can just skip out permanently!" Obi- Wan's eyes shot wide, "If this is true, she was just waiting for Rheone and I to get into the same room. And the attack! It ended right after the Knight went down!" "You and I need to speak to Mace Windu and see what they were talking about and what got them to that part of the Temple," The Master rubbed his beard, "Come, let us find him." Obi-Wan was already to the door.
"I received a messaged from Rheone, asking me to meet her in that hallway," Mace sighed, "When she said that she had received the same message from me, I became suspicious and called Ka-Adi-Windi down." "And that's when." "Everything fell apart," They were all standing just outside the Healers' Sector, awaiting news on the condition of Morou and Rheone, "I fear that Keiki, if this is partly her doing, will attempt to kill her Master." "Why would she?" Qui-Gon asked. "There have been several problems between the two lately," Mace admitted, "They would be in the middle of a mission and Keymar would disappear. Rheone would be forced to deal with the mission on her own, and her Padawan would appear just as the ship was departing for the Temple, no explanations given." "Keiki and I were alike," Obi-Wan spoke up, "She had just turned thirteen when Rheone took her as a Padawan. She told me before she left that she did not want her as her Master, but she didn't have a choice." "Would this non-preference turn into a reason to kill?" Qui-Gon asked. "No one can say," Mace sighed, "At any rate, we have Xanatos and Keiki banded together as a force to be reckoned with. We must deal with them first, and then move on to other problems." "Obi-Wan! Master Jinn!" Bruck ran up to them, his face tear stained and his eyes red. His hands and tunic were stained with blood, "She killed him! She killed my Master!" "Obi-Wan, take care of Bruck!" Qui-Gon sensed the sudden release of the Force.it was the same release that marked the death of a great Jedi. "Mace?" "I feel it as well," The two friends ran as fast as they could towards the rapidly fading feeling. Obi-Wan held Bruck up, as the other young man was close to wails. "Bruck! Tell me what happened!" He demanded. "We.we were walking toward the Room of a Thousand Fountains when Master heard something in a nearby room," Bruck said through sobs of pain, "We looked inside and.and.Keymar.Xanatos.they were both there and they attacked us." "Keymar? You mean Keiki?" He was stunned, "Are you sure?" "She had her gray-red lightsaber," Bruck sank to his knees, "Oh god, Obi- Wan, he's dead! I can feel it! He's dead!" Obi-Wan embraced his former rival and new friend with strength, "Let it go, Bruck, let it go.It'll be all right." Bruck just cried.