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Endings and Beginnings
Gathering his Padawan's still form Qui-Gon looked down at his torn apprentice to the pool of blood he had been laying in.
What had that crazed carver done?
Obi-Wan was barely breathing, deep into a coma that he may never awaken from. Cut, bruised, burnt, beaten. It was hard to take in the site. Hard to except the fact that he may be too late.
Next to the pool of blood lay three lightsabers. One was missing. But that didn't matter now.
Nothing mattered. The Force screamed that is was near to late.
Qui-Gon brought the three sabers to him through the Force and clipped them to his belt. Racing out of the lab he bounded up the steps two at a time. The daylight could not have been a happier sight. Well except perhaps Sage pulling up with their speeder.
Seeing Zae-Non laid out in the back of the speeder Qui-Gon leapt in the front with Obi-Wan curled carefully up next to him. Sage looked at the team and gasped.
"Force Qui-Gon…" She trailed off as she gunned the engine as fast it could go. "He isn't?"
"No." The graying Master shook his head. "He won't. He can't" The Master choked on his words.
There was never a too late. There couldn't be.
"She isn't dead." He said changing the subject.
The teal eyed Master gave a heavy sigh. "Still breathing right now at least. I don't get what happened. She was not alive when we got there… at least that is the way it appeared."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Appeared yes." Shaking his head he frowned. "We have such a long way to go Sage."
It was not something any of them wanted to think about.
The speeders engines groaned wirily as they were pushed to beyond their usage, but Sage was not going to slow down.
Qui-Gon once again looked down at his Padawan. Even sitting in his lap it was hard to believe that was Obi-Wan in his arms.
How could one alien do so much damage? How could he have so much hate to torture someone like that?
The graying Master then felt it for the first time since the mission had started.
Hate.
Bubbling and growing inside of him. Rising and threatening to break loose on a wild rampage. One of revenge.
"I know it's hard Qui-Gon." Sage said looking at him sensing his rage. "We have to let the anger go for now. We can't let that get in our way."
"It's just so hard to except Sage. I mean look at what he did to our Padawans."
"Don't temp me." The frustration in the Masters voice was evident enough to silence Qui-Gon.
He looked around at the changing scenery and then closed his eyes feeling the wind rush passed them. He drew upon the Force and brought it down to his Padawan. Inspecting the boy's injuries only made his anger grow. He reached deep down into their bond, but was kicked back by incredibly tight mental shields.
Obi-Wan was blocking him.
Time seemed to crawl as the short ride back to town came to a conclusion. The landing pad was in site and Adi was outside waiting for them. The transport, Mace's personal ship, was already prepared for them to leave upon their arrival.
As the speeder slowed to a stop in front of Adi stepped forwards to usher them faster to the ship. Her eye's widened and jaw dropped slightly at the sight of Obi-Wan in Qui-Gon's arms.
Taking in the worry in her friend's blue eyes she shook her head. "He…" She looked down into the back where Zae-Non was and sadness crowned her face, but the girl was… breathing. Cursing softly she began to give out orders. "Get him to the back of the ship and I'll see what I can do for now, until we can contact the Temple. Sage I will bring Zae-Non in. Go tell Mace to take off and help him out. He is still not completely here."
Sage nodded and said a short good-bye to her unconscious apprentice before sprinting towards the ship and up the ramp.
Adi walked up to the back seat and carefully picked Zae-Non up. The girl's skin was crisp and frail, disgusting to the touch and the cuts that littered her body were infected. "Qui-Gon come on."
The two took off towards the ship; time was their only enemy now.
*****
A low laugh emitted from the carver's creased lips as he watched the sleek ship rise into the dieing sun.
"Do you find everything funny?" Came a sarcastic voice from behind him. Dev crossed his arms and glanced at the small speak of the transport and then back to the alien.
"I don't know what crawled up your butt and died today, but get rid of it. You are getting on my nerves." The carver said coolly. "And get out things. We have a long flight to Corillia."
"Carry your own crap." The man huffed and picked up his pack. A long sigh escaped him as he turned towards their ship. "Am I going to have to stay with you till your next plans come about?"
"Depends if you want your pay." Showdow smiled. "Plus the gift I left them, that should go off in about an hour, is my next plan."
"We are going opposite of Courascant." The two began to walk towards their ship.
"What's your point?"
"What's yours!?"
Showdow turned reddening cheeks to his friend. "Shut it with the comments already!"
The red haired man smiled. "Your nicer when you're pissed off." He said with a small, but blunt laugh.
With an agitated growl the carver stomped up the ramp to the small transport. "Go in the back and amuse yourself."
"Better done by myself." Dev pushed forward, up the ramp. "Wouldn't want to get in your way with that electro jabber."
Clenching his fists the alien threw his bag up the ramp into the transport after his friend.
"You are so predictable!" Came a laughing voice. "And you missed."
"Oh shut up!" Showdow ran up the ramp and to the cockpit before Dev could backfire with something.
Checking the time a smile danced across his face.
The Jedi were long gone and yet nowhere close to getting home…
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