Part 7
Qui-Gon had been drifting in and out of consciousness; he had only just forced himself awake when his door slid open. He expected to see Jakar Hayes but saw the lanky, unmistakable for of Demoiselle Kyra Dulais, an unfamiliar form a dug entered also.
"Kyra?" he asked "what aye you doing here?' Kyra pulled out her daja and sliced off his chains.
"Rescuing you, can you stand?" Qui-Gon, with Kyra's help, stood and managed to stay up. Dra'Ka introduced himself hastily than ran out the door to check for more guards, he signaled for them to follow then went to Kyra's side.
"We'd best hurry Kyra, Padawan Kenobi might need our help."
Qui-Gon froze, for a moment the Sanderai and the dug thought the Jedi Master was going to faint. "K-K-Kenobi?" Qui-Gon stammered. "But Kyra Obi-Wan is-" before he could finish Kyra pulled out Obi-Wan's pendent and pressed it into Qui-Gon's palm.
Qui-Gon looked at the glittering rock for a minute, then clenched it in his large fist.
*Obi-Wan forced his eyes open and saw water. He didn't thought Obi-Wan. *
*The water pressure was heavy so Obi-Wan used most of his little strength just pushing the coffin lid up*
*"By the saints we all thought you were dead!….I've got to find out how you survived!"*
* Obi-Wan allowed himself to cry when he saw his Master lose control and had to be subdued*
*..Poison so close no healer could suspect the difference*
Qui-Gon saw it all.
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Obi-Wan crept through the hallway as silently as possible, he hadn't seen a single guard or even a holo-cam.
He must be taking this revenge business very seriously.
He looked around the corner and saw what looked like the old observation room, where the jailers kept close watch over the prisoners.
Jakar must be using it as some kind of command deck.
Obi-Wan looked at the ceiling and saw a maze of beams. He used the force to jump to the highest beam. All he could do now was watch and wait.
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Kyra Dulais waited for Qui-Gon to come out of his trance, Dra'Ka came holding a small hilt that Kyra identified as Qui-Gon's lightsaber. Qui-Gon's eyes snapped open, they were quite teary. Kyra found herself on the verge of tears as she heard Qui-Gon whispering "he's alive, he's alive" over and over again.
"Was he hurt at all?" asked Qui-Gon in a voice barley above a whisper. Kyra shook her head no.
"Dra'Ka, I want you and Qui-Gon to go back to the boat. I'll let you know if we are in any danger." Qui-Gon and Dra'Ka would hear none of it and started objecting, Kyra held out her hand to silence them. "Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan would kill me if I let you come with me after what you've been through. Dra'Ka, I want you to go because from what I know about Qui-Gon he won't cooperate." Qui-Gon was not going to take this from a teenager, even if she was a trained Sanderai warrior.
'Kyra, the only way you are going to keep me away is if you beat me into a coma. I need to come." If the situation wasn't so grave Kyra would have burst out laughing, but she sighed instead.
"I think Obi-Wan has picked up a few things from you, that is the exact same line he used with me when I tried to keep him away."
Qui-Gon smiled and Dra'Ka handed him his lightsaber.
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Jakar Hayes sat at his chair in the old observation room holding a holo picture of his father. Jakar missed his father dearly, he was the only person Jakar had ever loved. When Milar and his idiot accomplice Lars Merkin had tried to lure the hated Qui-Gon Jinn into their hands, Jakar had had a bad feeling from the start. Now Lars was dead by Milar's hand and Milar was dead by Demoiselle Dulais.
After his father's death Jakar had been eager for revenge. Killing a trained Sanderai wasn't easy so he needed a more direct way to get to her and the Jedi Master. Jakar knew that Qui-Gon's feelings for Obi-Wan were equal or greater to his feelings for his father. Kenobi was the easiest way to get to them both.
Jakar absent-mindedly paged the guards he had stationed in front of Qui-Gon's cell. He received static. Jakar stood and remembered what he himself had told the guards to be wary of.
"Kenobi," he whispered under his breath.