Title:Future and past colliding.
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: Star Wars and all it's properties belong to George Lucas and LucasArts.
A/n: What can i say? I've grown a little, re-read, decided that the original Love:blahblah was kind of...badly written.
I have striven to improve my writing and my story and i hope that you will enjoy this story.
Alternate Universe: Set perhaps four or five years after TPM. Some things are different, expect it. But if you see something
really wrong please do not hesitate to tell me. And of course like any good author, once i post this fic, I will live solely
for reviews and you can't be so heartless, so please send me feedback.
The air was, well, recycled but felt good nonetheless.
A breath of it exited Obi-Wan Kenobi's lips. He closed his eyes and concentrated, looking forward to an oncoming rest. It
felt good to be going back to the Temple in Coruscant. It felt like home.
The Jedi Master's serene meditation was abruptly halted by a familiar voice, only screaming.
"WHAT?" yelled Anakin Skywalker. A slightly surprised loking Obi-Wan walked through the doors of his quarters to a hallway
where a poor droid was trying to explain a crisis to his distressed Padawan.
"Is something wrong?"
Anakin turned to him calmly. "Well, we're having a slight technical difficulty,"
"Such as?"
"Such as a fuel leak."
Obi-Wan looked at him, wondering how such a little glitch could possibly bring about this sort of chaos.
"But more importantly," continued Anakin, "the A052 detonator that was discovered in the cargo bay."
"A hand grenade?"
Anakin stared in disbelief. "No," he intoned condescendingly. Then, more urgently,"Try atomic bomb?"
"WHAT?"
Obi-Wan made briskly for the cockpit, and Anakin ran after him calling,"Set to blow in, oh, say three minutes."
As his master routed power to the engines, Anakin scanned the region for somewhere to land. "Master," he said as he keyed
numbers and letters into the system. "Head for these coordinates." As the hyperdrive kicked in, Obi-Wan checked the stats of
the planet.
"Melida/Daan?"
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The craft landed -nearly crashed- in the very tight clearing of a dense forest, and its passengers ran out like fountain
water, searching for a place to hide.
And then the one ship became a several hundred million tiny pieces.
Two Jedi stepped out from behind a large rock, also known as shelter. They looked around at the damage for a while, before a
second explosion rendered them unconscious.
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Uh....
The first thing Obi-Wan noticed when his vision had almost cleared was the brilliant sun setting in through...no trees. Soon
after that, he realized that he was the only person around. The Force told him that nobody was dead, thankfully. Then,
he picked up a blaster pointed at the side of his head. Immediately alert, he instinctively reached for his waist, where his
hand came into contact with nothing. A cloaked, hooded figure holding the blaster moved to face him, along with the weapon.
In her other hand, it held two lightsabers that Obi-Wan recognized.
"Aha," he remarked. "And where are my crew?". No answer whatsoever. He relaxed a little, then, springing up, kicked the
blaster from an unsuspecting hand and tried to summon the lightsabers to him. He was surprised when he didn't succeed, but
he was more surprised when the figure swept his feet up, landed an almighty sidekick that knocked him down and, holding him
with a foot on his chest, caught the falling blaster and pointed again.
Gathering up his energy, Obi-Wan threw his captor up backwards with the Force. With catlike agility, the figure turned it's
body in mid-air and, instead of landing on it's back, touched down with it's hands and sprung to it's feet. This time, Obi-
Wan was prepared. Already there, he grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it while Force-throwing the figure down. This threw
off the hood, revealing a seemingly unconscious young woman with flaming red hair. Obi-Wan deactivated his weapon and
reached down to check her pulse. Very quickly, two glittering green eyes opened and the woman grabbed Obi-Wan's hand and
hurled him down. She straddled him and pulled back a fist. Obi-Wan looked up at it and saw a burn mark on her hand. A puzzled
look appeared on his face, as if he was trying to recall something. He looked up into the woman's eyes just as she punched
him and pulled her fist back again. He whipped his head back. "Cerasi?" he said.
She paused in mid punch. She looked confused for a second before her eyes lost a measure of their previous ferocity. Then,
she punched him, sprang up and sprinted away into the woods.
Obi-Wan got up, rubbed his chin and took off after her. When he reached a certain spot he stopped. He reached out with the
Force, turned around to see that woman attacking. She tackled him. "Stay away from me." she spat, before she punched him
againand ran off. Again, Obi-Wan chased her.
He ran on and suddenly stopped. He could feel her presence, only he couldn't figure out where she was coming from. At the
last instant, he looked to his left where she was flying at him(falling, rather, seeing as she had jumped off a tree).
"Don't you know who I am?" asked Obi-Wan just before he ducked a flying kick, grabbed and twisted an arm and held her in
front of him. She didn't struggle.
"Why should I? You've caught me, go on. Do it. Just make sure it's quick, because if it's not, you know as well as the rest
of you pathetic, worthless amateurs that once you slip, I can have your miserable head before you can say 'bounty hunter',"
she said, her voice full of venom.
"What the.." Obi-Wan muttered before something dawned on him. "You think I'm going to kill you?"
"What are you, some kind of sadistic rancor persona? This is so embarassing," she noted sarcastically, "Defeated by a
beginner, in disguise even."
"Disguise? Listen, miss," he said, turning her to face him. "I am a Jedi Knight. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi."
She laughed grimly. "That is the worst cover I have ever heard. You're a smart boy though, you've done your research. Not
enough, however." She seized him and reversed their positions. Obi-Wan squirmed in her iron hold. With one hand, she brought
up a new blaster and pressed it into his head. "Because Obi-Wan Kenobi is dead."
"What? No I'm not," he said. Paying no attention, she powered up her blaster. Calmly, Obi-Wan brought up his left arm. Along
his wrist he sported a scar identical to hers. "Do you recognize this?"
With a little gasp, the woman dropped her weapon and backed away, staring. Obi-Wan rubbed his hurting shoulders for a minute.
"Surprised?" he quipped.
Cerasi stared for a while then leapt at Obi-Wan, throwing her arms around his neck. Slightly taken aback, he returned the
embrace cautiously. "You're alive.." she whispered. Then she pulled back and studied his face carefully. She hugged him
again, almost in tears.
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Anakin awoke to darkness. His muscles were cramped and his body sore, which meant he had been in the same position for a long
time. He tried to move, and discovered that he was bound, sitting, to a sort of pillar, as far as he could feel. Judging by
the sudden pangs of hunger and slight drowsiness that he was feeling, Anakin concluded that he had been held there for maybe
two or three days, probably drugged. Panic swept over, and the Padawan tried to free himself violently but to no avail.
Doing what was required of a Jedi, he forced himself to clear his mind and proceed rationally. He closed his eyes, calmed
himself and channeled the Force.
'Nobody's dead..Nobody's here..and Obi-Wan hasn't been captured..' he thought. Then, on a smaller scale, he scanned his
surroundings. Dirt, durasteel.
He was being held in the direct centre of a relatively small room, tied with some variation of fibercord to a medium sized
metal column on a rather short stool, the legs of which his ankles were bound to. His lightsaber was not with him. More
speculation determined that his bonds were, in fact, tied together and not melded bits of metal, a fact for which Anakin was
thankful. That would help his escape. Searching for a way out, his attentive mind found an opening in the ceiling which was
unusually high. He was underground. This was intended to be a holding cell. Logic told him that there had to be another way
out, a way closer to the ground, otherwise his captors would not have bothered to bind him so securely. Deciding to worry
about that later on, Anakin focused with his mind. With undivided concentration, he undid his knots telekinetically(i.e
through the Force). One by one, bits of cord fell around him and after some time, he was free. He quickly began searching for
the other entrance, convinced there was one.
His intuition served him well, for he did indeed find out where the second entrance was. His means of discovery, however,
proved less than rewarding: the doorway opened and he could see people running at him. An inference presented itself: motion
detectors had triggered a silent alarm.
"Sith!" he exclaimed. 'Oh well,' his mind uttered nastily. 'Only one way out now.' Anakin turned his eyes upward. Without any
doubt whatsoever, he tapped into the Force, felt it flow into him, and jumped up. Letting the Force carry his body as far as
he needed it to vertically, he used it to open whatever door there was up there. It came in the form of a sliding plate. A
trapdoor.
Shooting through the opening -and landing nicely-, he found himself on completely unfamiliar territory. He was standing on
a slightly rocky plain. He seemed to be in the countryside, and he could sense canyons and forests not far off. On his other
side he could see faint lights illuminating the night sky, indicating a city maybe not a great distance away. Also not very
far off, he heard shouting. People were still after him. After a moment's thought, Anakin headed swiftly for the woods.
Once inside and hidden, Anakin took some time to think. There was no mission that he and Obi-Wan were assigned to at the
moment, so nobody would be needing them desperately. That was good. Anakin was lost, sitting very high up on a tree and
feeling hungry and slightly uncomfortable in the southern regions of his self. No lightsaber, no rations, no communications,
and his master gone. That was bad. Anakin decided the best thing to do would be to get some sleep. Spreading out on the
widest bit of tree he could get on to, Anakin fell asleep thinking that he would try to find Obi-Wan the next morning. First
thing, definitely.
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"Er, yes, I am very sure that I am alive." said Obi-Wan, a little bewildered. Cerasi wouldn't stop crying for some reason.
For quite a while, he could do nothing. Then he gently took her shoulders. "Listen," he said. "It's been a long time, and
many things have changed. I've become a Jedi Master, and I am training my own Padawan apprentice now."
"A learner, Pada-Jedi?" she managed to say. "Well, yes. His name is Anakin Skywalker. Anyway, we were on our way back to
Coruscant and somebody blew up our ship. That's why I'm here. The thing is, I have no idea where he is, and I have to find
him."
She looked surprised. "When I found you, you were alone. I did hear something explode. I thought you were an assassin that
had been knocked out by it." she said.
Obi-Wan sighed. "I thought as much," he said. "The boy is not dead. He won't die anytime soon either, if he can help it," he
smiled a small smile subconsciously.
Cerasi caught that small smile. "He is...close to you, is he not? As you were to Qui Gon," she inquired.
"He means the world to me."
She smiled. "As you did to your master. He is not ill succeeded. He rests in peace."
Obi-Wan accepted her condolences silently. Something about her remarks had bothered him somehow, he just couldn't place what.
"It's getting dark. We'd better get shelter," he finally said. "Let's make camp. I can search for Anakin in the morning."
She replied, "WE can find him in the morning."
"We."
She held up a palm. Obi-Wan did the same, and moved his hand closer to hers, so close that they almost touched.
A/nII: Hmm..not much of a cliffhanger. In the next part, the Jedi meet up and begin investigations as to the explosion of
the ship, we find out more about Cerasi's life, so on and so forth. please please review. If you've bothered to read this far
i love you already.
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: Star Wars and all it's properties belong to George Lucas and LucasArts.
A/n: What can i say? I've grown a little, re-read, decided that the original Love:blahblah was kind of...badly written.
I have striven to improve my writing and my story and i hope that you will enjoy this story.
Alternate Universe: Set perhaps four or five years after TPM. Some things are different, expect it. But if you see something
really wrong please do not hesitate to tell me. And of course like any good author, once i post this fic, I will live solely
for reviews and you can't be so heartless, so please send me feedback.
The air was, well, recycled but felt good nonetheless.
A breath of it exited Obi-Wan Kenobi's lips. He closed his eyes and concentrated, looking forward to an oncoming rest. It
felt good to be going back to the Temple in Coruscant. It felt like home.
The Jedi Master's serene meditation was abruptly halted by a familiar voice, only screaming.
"WHAT?" yelled Anakin Skywalker. A slightly surprised loking Obi-Wan walked through the doors of his quarters to a hallway
where a poor droid was trying to explain a crisis to his distressed Padawan.
"Is something wrong?"
Anakin turned to him calmly. "Well, we're having a slight technical difficulty,"
"Such as?"
"Such as a fuel leak."
Obi-Wan looked at him, wondering how such a little glitch could possibly bring about this sort of chaos.
"But more importantly," continued Anakin, "the A052 detonator that was discovered in the cargo bay."
"A hand grenade?"
Anakin stared in disbelief. "No," he intoned condescendingly. Then, more urgently,"Try atomic bomb?"
"WHAT?"
Obi-Wan made briskly for the cockpit, and Anakin ran after him calling,"Set to blow in, oh, say three minutes."
As his master routed power to the engines, Anakin scanned the region for somewhere to land. "Master," he said as he keyed
numbers and letters into the system. "Head for these coordinates." As the hyperdrive kicked in, Obi-Wan checked the stats of
the planet.
"Melida/Daan?"
*****************************************************************************************************************************
The craft landed -nearly crashed- in the very tight clearing of a dense forest, and its passengers ran out like fountain
water, searching for a place to hide.
And then the one ship became a several hundred million tiny pieces.
Two Jedi stepped out from behind a large rock, also known as shelter. They looked around at the damage for a while, before a
second explosion rendered them unconscious.
*****************************************************************************************************************************
Uh....
The first thing Obi-Wan noticed when his vision had almost cleared was the brilliant sun setting in through...no trees. Soon
after that, he realized that he was the only person around. The Force told him that nobody was dead, thankfully. Then,
he picked up a blaster pointed at the side of his head. Immediately alert, he instinctively reached for his waist, where his
hand came into contact with nothing. A cloaked, hooded figure holding the blaster moved to face him, along with the weapon.
In her other hand, it held two lightsabers that Obi-Wan recognized.
"Aha," he remarked. "And where are my crew?". No answer whatsoever. He relaxed a little, then, springing up, kicked the
blaster from an unsuspecting hand and tried to summon the lightsabers to him. He was surprised when he didn't succeed, but
he was more surprised when the figure swept his feet up, landed an almighty sidekick that knocked him down and, holding him
with a foot on his chest, caught the falling blaster and pointed again.
Gathering up his energy, Obi-Wan threw his captor up backwards with the Force. With catlike agility, the figure turned it's
body in mid-air and, instead of landing on it's back, touched down with it's hands and sprung to it's feet. This time, Obi-
Wan was prepared. Already there, he grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it while Force-throwing the figure down. This threw
off the hood, revealing a seemingly unconscious young woman with flaming red hair. Obi-Wan deactivated his weapon and
reached down to check her pulse. Very quickly, two glittering green eyes opened and the woman grabbed Obi-Wan's hand and
hurled him down. She straddled him and pulled back a fist. Obi-Wan looked up at it and saw a burn mark on her hand. A puzzled
look appeared on his face, as if he was trying to recall something. He looked up into the woman's eyes just as she punched
him and pulled her fist back again. He whipped his head back. "Cerasi?" he said.
She paused in mid punch. She looked confused for a second before her eyes lost a measure of their previous ferocity. Then,
she punched him, sprang up and sprinted away into the woods.
Obi-Wan got up, rubbed his chin and took off after her. When he reached a certain spot he stopped. He reached out with the
Force, turned around to see that woman attacking. She tackled him. "Stay away from me." she spat, before she punched him
againand ran off. Again, Obi-Wan chased her.
He ran on and suddenly stopped. He could feel her presence, only he couldn't figure out where she was coming from. At the
last instant, he looked to his left where she was flying at him(falling, rather, seeing as she had jumped off a tree).
"Don't you know who I am?" asked Obi-Wan just before he ducked a flying kick, grabbed and twisted an arm and held her in
front of him. She didn't struggle.
"Why should I? You've caught me, go on. Do it. Just make sure it's quick, because if it's not, you know as well as the rest
of you pathetic, worthless amateurs that once you slip, I can have your miserable head before you can say 'bounty hunter',"
she said, her voice full of venom.
"What the.." Obi-Wan muttered before something dawned on him. "You think I'm going to kill you?"
"What are you, some kind of sadistic rancor persona? This is so embarassing," she noted sarcastically, "Defeated by a
beginner, in disguise even."
"Disguise? Listen, miss," he said, turning her to face him. "I am a Jedi Knight. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi."
She laughed grimly. "That is the worst cover I have ever heard. You're a smart boy though, you've done your research. Not
enough, however." She seized him and reversed their positions. Obi-Wan squirmed in her iron hold. With one hand, she brought
up a new blaster and pressed it into his head. "Because Obi-Wan Kenobi is dead."
"What? No I'm not," he said. Paying no attention, she powered up her blaster. Calmly, Obi-Wan brought up his left arm. Along
his wrist he sported a scar identical to hers. "Do you recognize this?"
With a little gasp, the woman dropped her weapon and backed away, staring. Obi-Wan rubbed his hurting shoulders for a minute.
"Surprised?" he quipped.
Cerasi stared for a while then leapt at Obi-Wan, throwing her arms around his neck. Slightly taken aback, he returned the
embrace cautiously. "You're alive.." she whispered. Then she pulled back and studied his face carefully. She hugged him
again, almost in tears.
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Anakin awoke to darkness. His muscles were cramped and his body sore, which meant he had been in the same position for a long
time. He tried to move, and discovered that he was bound, sitting, to a sort of pillar, as far as he could feel. Judging by
the sudden pangs of hunger and slight drowsiness that he was feeling, Anakin concluded that he had been held there for maybe
two or three days, probably drugged. Panic swept over, and the Padawan tried to free himself violently but to no avail.
Doing what was required of a Jedi, he forced himself to clear his mind and proceed rationally. He closed his eyes, calmed
himself and channeled the Force.
'Nobody's dead..Nobody's here..and Obi-Wan hasn't been captured..' he thought. Then, on a smaller scale, he scanned his
surroundings. Dirt, durasteel.
He was being held in the direct centre of a relatively small room, tied with some variation of fibercord to a medium sized
metal column on a rather short stool, the legs of which his ankles were bound to. His lightsaber was not with him. More
speculation determined that his bonds were, in fact, tied together and not melded bits of metal, a fact for which Anakin was
thankful. That would help his escape. Searching for a way out, his attentive mind found an opening in the ceiling which was
unusually high. He was underground. This was intended to be a holding cell. Logic told him that there had to be another way
out, a way closer to the ground, otherwise his captors would not have bothered to bind him so securely. Deciding to worry
about that later on, Anakin focused with his mind. With undivided concentration, he undid his knots telekinetically(i.e
through the Force). One by one, bits of cord fell around him and after some time, he was free. He quickly began searching for
the other entrance, convinced there was one.
His intuition served him well, for he did indeed find out where the second entrance was. His means of discovery, however,
proved less than rewarding: the doorway opened and he could see people running at him. An inference presented itself: motion
detectors had triggered a silent alarm.
"Sith!" he exclaimed. 'Oh well,' his mind uttered nastily. 'Only one way out now.' Anakin turned his eyes upward. Without any
doubt whatsoever, he tapped into the Force, felt it flow into him, and jumped up. Letting the Force carry his body as far as
he needed it to vertically, he used it to open whatever door there was up there. It came in the form of a sliding plate. A
trapdoor.
Shooting through the opening -and landing nicely-, he found himself on completely unfamiliar territory. He was standing on
a slightly rocky plain. He seemed to be in the countryside, and he could sense canyons and forests not far off. On his other
side he could see faint lights illuminating the night sky, indicating a city maybe not a great distance away. Also not very
far off, he heard shouting. People were still after him. After a moment's thought, Anakin headed swiftly for the woods.
Once inside and hidden, Anakin took some time to think. There was no mission that he and Obi-Wan were assigned to at the
moment, so nobody would be needing them desperately. That was good. Anakin was lost, sitting very high up on a tree and
feeling hungry and slightly uncomfortable in the southern regions of his self. No lightsaber, no rations, no communications,
and his master gone. That was bad. Anakin decided the best thing to do would be to get some sleep. Spreading out on the
widest bit of tree he could get on to, Anakin fell asleep thinking that he would try to find Obi-Wan the next morning. First
thing, definitely.
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"Er, yes, I am very sure that I am alive." said Obi-Wan, a little bewildered. Cerasi wouldn't stop crying for some reason.
For quite a while, he could do nothing. Then he gently took her shoulders. "Listen," he said. "It's been a long time, and
many things have changed. I've become a Jedi Master, and I am training my own Padawan apprentice now."
"A learner, Pada-Jedi?" she managed to say. "Well, yes. His name is Anakin Skywalker. Anyway, we were on our way back to
Coruscant and somebody blew up our ship. That's why I'm here. The thing is, I have no idea where he is, and I have to find
him."
She looked surprised. "When I found you, you were alone. I did hear something explode. I thought you were an assassin that
had been knocked out by it." she said.
Obi-Wan sighed. "I thought as much," he said. "The boy is not dead. He won't die anytime soon either, if he can help it," he
smiled a small smile subconsciously.
Cerasi caught that small smile. "He is...close to you, is he not? As you were to Qui Gon," she inquired.
"He means the world to me."
She smiled. "As you did to your master. He is not ill succeeded. He rests in peace."
Obi-Wan accepted her condolences silently. Something about her remarks had bothered him somehow, he just couldn't place what.
"It's getting dark. We'd better get shelter," he finally said. "Let's make camp. I can search for Anakin in the morning."
She replied, "WE can find him in the morning."
"We."
She held up a palm. Obi-Wan did the same, and moved his hand closer to hers, so close that they almost touched.
A/nII: Hmm..not much of a cliffhanger. In the next part, the Jedi meet up and begin investigations as to the explosion of
the ship, we find out more about Cerasi's life, so on and so forth. please please review. If you've bothered to read this far
i love you already.