REALbluelightsaber - We'll see how well Master Lunkhead does by the end of
this post, eh?
Katt - Hehe. : D I hope so too.
Escapistone - Thank you!! I did research Cinderella stories before starting this one up and found most having multiple days for the "ball" and figured that would fit my story better.
Ds_jt - I looked up a number. I actually found a web site that had like a hundred on there, from various cultures. I read a few of them before I got bit by the bunny to go write. ; ) Some of them were quite fascinating. If I find the link again I'll add it for you to check out. It also had many other fairytales too.
Ciria - Thank you!! : D I never really thought about it, but yeah, I guess those little 'Qui on Cay' sections do show more of who Qui is and Obi's back ground. Cool. I just put them in on a whim. But I am sorry to say this is the last of the Fairy God Jedi scenes. I hope it's good enough.
Dragonsong - um, I don't think you'll be liking Palpy any more soon. Maybe not this chap but definitely by next chap.
Mydogisfudge - Your wish is my command, maybe ] ; ) read on. : D
Lightedeagle - Thanks. *blush* I never really expected this kind of turn out. I guess my summary caught people's attention. ; ) And I had no doubts about your love for this story. It missed you. ; ) I think you'll REALLY enjoy this one. Thanks again. : D
Lillian jinn - Thanks, I kinda thought that bit up at the last minute, I'm just glad everyone seems to like it.
Well, it looks like I'm loosing some of my readers. : ( I hope they come back soon. This is the third and final day of the tourny and I'm sure they wouldn't want to miss it. Afterall, this is a really long chap to begin with.
Now, on with the post!! : D
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Try to be the best that I can
Mere minutes passed between the time Obi-Wan was thrust back into his prison and the rays of dawn cresting over the city planet. Exhaustion labored to claim the boy, but his weary mind refused its beckoning. Just as the past two mornings, Obi-Wan's passage was open, freeing him from the torment of the void. Forcing his weak limbs to follow his command, he crawled from coop toward the Master he knew was waiting. Lacking the strength to go any further, Obi-Wan crashed down to the unforgiving ground just after he cleared the doorway.
"The Force is with you, young Obi-Wan," the familiar ancient voice said. A tiny hand rested on Obi's shoulder and warmth flowed into his tired muscles. For a moment, his mind flashed back to the night before, as he recalled Bant saying the same thing. Then sped its way back to the present, reliving the pain of the night. In the mist of the torment though, he also treasured the sensation of not being alone. A distant but non-threatening presence, that he tried to identify. And yet unsure of whom it could be, he thought the phantasm might have been Yoda or his father, but it seemed too vague for him to distinguish.
Expending the energy to figure it out was inane at the moment, as he needed every ounce to keep awake. Without realizing it Yoda had already transformed him into Cay Andur, but it didn't matter to him. His tired form begged to rest and recuperate from the nightmare but his heart longed to finish the tournament. He was so close, close to winning, close to defeating his stepfather and possibly his stepbrothers, and most of all he felt close to his father. Although, he could not foresake his mother since she was the gentle soul who molded him and showed him forgiveness, but his father was someone who personified strength and honour.
"Go, you must. Not much time do you have." Yoda broke into his reverie.
"How can I go, when I don't even have the strength to move," argued the boy.
A humph escaped the petite Master. "Learned nothing have you? The Force, a powerful ally it is. Call for it and come it will. Gives its strength to you. Call to it." Obi-Wan managed to raise his head and stare at the green Jedi as the Master spoke.
Forcing his limbs to heed his command, Obi-Wan pushed himself off the ground and into a kneeling position. Once there, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation he felt so often, yet had a fleeting grasp on. Finding the boundless energy he called it to him: to encircle and heal and fill him. Slowly but surely, it saturated his weary form, giving it new life. The gradual increase in its warmth drove out the last remaining chills and discomforts. Re-opening his eyes, he saw the smile that crossed the tiny Master's face. He returned the gesture as the Force flowed freely around them invigorating even the dying plants and brightening the small courtyard.
"The Force is with you, young Obi-Wan." Yoda repeated. "Remember it is yours to command. But guide your actions it will as well. Go, much today you have to do."
"Yes, Master Yoda." Obi-Wan stood fully recovered and ready for the task set before him. "And thank you." Bowing one last time, Obi-Wan showed his gratitude and respect for the tiny being, then promptly left.
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The morning came too early for Qui-Gon Jinn, but he accepted it all the same. His body ached from the awkward sleeping position, he had never retired to his bed, but remained in mediation in his favourite chair. He didn't know when he slipped from his meditation to sleep, but when he awoke he felt as he had held on to a charged electrode post.
Rising, he went through his morning routine, fixing himself a cup of tea before re-focusing his mind. Today he had resolved to unravel the mystery of Cay Andur. He would not rest until he discovered the truth.
He left his apartment and headed for the Tournament. As soon as he entered the crowded room he began searching for the estranged boy. Again he came up empty handed and his frustration grew. The opening ceremony began and Qui-Gon headed over to find Adi. As he approached he found that her Padawan and another initiate were arguing with her.
"They will kill him. We can't let him die. He doesn't deserve it." Siri was on the verge of loosing all composure. The Mon Calamarian girl next to her remained silent but he noted the deep sadness in her large silver eyes. "Ask Bant, she heard that boy from Naboo threaten him."
Bant spoke, "He did say that Obi-Wan knew his stepfather's wrath well. It wasn't a threat it was a fact. But he did threaten Siri."
Adi was about to inquire further when Qui-Gon interrupted, "Did you say Obi- Wan?"
Surprised by the intrusion, all three started at his question. Bant turned to him empathetically while Siri eyed him suspiciously, however both young girls nodded.
"Do you know Obi-Wan's last name?" Qui-Gon needed to find out, something told him that this was all connected but he didn't know how, yet.
Bant glanced toward Siri who returned the saddened gaze for a moment. She finally responded, "No, I never asked him for his last name. It was already tough enough to get his first name."
The announcer boomed over head that the tournament has resumed and stated the first few competitors. Qui-Gon listened as Cay Andur was called. Frantically, he searched for the boy, but didn't see him. Instead of pressing the girl further about Obi-Wan he asked shortly, "Have you seen Cay this morning?"
"No," Siri said, but was now very confused. Qui-Gon's behaviour vexed both Siri and her Master, but no one noticed the brief wave of panic that crossed Bant's serene features.
The young initiate's mind was sharp and she began to understand Qui-Gon's bizarre demeanor. Does he know Obi is Cay? But how? Caught in her introspection, she didn't notice Qui-Gon scrutinizing her. He must have felt the worry in her mind at Obi's possible discovery and his apparent absence.
"Have you seen Cay, Initiate Bant?" His tone was more accusatory than he intended, but he felt she knew more than she was letting on. Once he addressed her directly, he felt the surge in panic that rolled off the young Jedi. His gaze softened, he did not mean to frighten her. The announcer called Cay's name again and they looked up while listening. Returning his eyes to the young girl, he could see her battling within. Obviously she was debating on what she should reveal to the Knight.
Still caught in the internal dispute, Bant weighed her options. She did not want to break her promise to Obi-Wan but she feared his safety. He had not shown up yet and after the confrontation last night, she wasn't sure he would be able to make it. She wanted to help him, but her oath was given in confidence and she did not want to betray it. Suddenly, she calmed her mind and stretched out to the Force for comfort and guidance. Listening, she thought that the Force cautioned her to wait as the impatient voice of Qui-Gon cut in. "Initiate Bant, I'm waiting."
For the third time the announcer requested Cay Andur's presence on the sparring mats. If he did not show within the next few minutes his match would be forfeit. Taking a deep breath, Bant decided to confess, presuming that with Cay's absence and forfeit he needed their help. As she opened her mouth to speak, they heard someone shouting.
"Wait!! Wait, I'm here!" Obi-Wan called out as he made his way through the throng. Sighing with relief, Bant could not hide her appreciation of his arrival, freeing her from her potential guilt. 'Cay Andur' finally reached the salle and stood. He could see his stepbrother, Anakin, on the other mat with his friend Garen Muln. Another initiate had been waiting for him impatiently on his salle. He bowed toward the boy and prepared for the coming fight.
The quartet moved over toward the mats. Qui-Gon automatically stood near Cay Andur's match as Adi moved to oversee Anakin and Garen's. The two girls hung at the edge watching and waiting for Cay to finish. Bant wanted to express how glad she was to see him and Siri wanted to talk to him as well.
But that would have to wait as the match began. The other boy, already agitated, struck first jumping into the air to come back down with a vicious slash. Diving to the side, Obi-Wan position himself behind the boy. For some time the two battled, both skilled and determined to find victory. Small burns covered both initiates as their blades came too close to tender skin. Finally Obi found his opening, crouching, he swept his leg toward the other boy's and brought him crashing down. His blade hovered above the other Jedi's neck and Cay was declared the winner.
In the mean time, Garen and Anakin fought with an energy that permeated the room. Anakin was younger than Garen but the older boy was much more skilled. Both implored a volley of acrobatics to attack and defend against the other's attacks. It was only Anakin's inexperience that allowed Garen the opportunity to defeat him. Anakin could not hide his disappointment in his performance, but feared his father's consequences more.
Anakin moved through the crowd and went to a secluded corner. There he found his father glaring down at him disapprovingly. "You better hope your brother does better, or both of you will suffer the same punishments as your stepbrother." Anakin winced at the rebuke; secretly he wished to be out from his father's yoke, but could not see a way to make it happen. So he did everything the evil man instructed and waited.
The two matches had gone on for an hour and a half. When they were over, Cay found his friends easily. Bant, Siri and Garen were drawn to each other like a magnet. "Glad you finally decided to show up." Siri started the conversation. Still a little out of breath, Obi just smiled and nodded.
"My goodness, that was a lot harder than I thought," Garen burst out. "I was afraid I wouldn't get the chance to fight you again Siri." He gave the girl a subtle wink, which she caught and flushed at. Before anyone could respond the announcer called the remaining competitors to the mat. "Looks like you're up my dear." And the light rose in her cheeks darkened. Siri headed off to her position and Garen followed behind.
Bant lingered with Obi and when they were out of earshot, the concerned girl whispered, "Are you alright? I feared the worst when you didn't show up."
"I'll be fine." Obi-Wan offered. "I have the Force, remember?" His light smile flattened as he recalled the long night he had endured. The younger girl hugged him briefly and Obi-Wan returned it with all his heart. "Now let's go and enjoy each other's company and see how Siri does." Together they found Garen and watched her match completely. Only Obi-Wan's gaze wavered as he also watched that of his stepbrother, Xanatos's.
Siri was matched against another young girl, with red-highlighted black hair. The girl did not fight like any other initiate he had scene thus far and it captured his interest. She had a full-length saber in her right hand and a smaller saber in her left. Siri had to use all of her skills and training to compete with the double blades. Siri's real life combat was her advantage and that angle was the deciding factor to the match. They fought for about an hour until the younger girl became tired. You could tell she was a few years behind Siri and had to admire her success up until this match. Over all, Siri's techniques won the fight.
When they finished, Siri found out that the other match was already finished. Xanatos, in his desire to prove his worth to his father, fought ferociously and defeated his opponent fairly quickly. The boy he fought had gone to the Healer's due to the nasty burn he was dealt by Xanatos's blade.
Shortly after the completion of the semi-finals, the announcer called for the mid-day meal. He also conveyed that the remaining four were paired as such: Cay Andur vs. Garen Muln and Xanatos Crion vs. Siri Tachi. The trio looked at each other timidly. They didn't know how this would effect them.
During the mid-day meal they tried to keep their conversation light. Obi- Wan and Garen would occasionally give an awkward smile. They did not want to fight, since they had become fairly good friends in such a short amount of time. But they also knew that this was a possibility that they would have had to face, and face it they shall, as the Jedi they were meant to be.
Siri on the other hand was already agitated about her upcoming match. Her mind kept replaying the taunt Xanatos had said the night before. And her mind drifted back to Obi-Wan and how miserable he must be. Her thoughts were scattered and fleeting at best, disrupting the necessary concentration she needed.
Qui-Gon watched the quartet of children leave and was about to follow them out when Adi stopped him. "What was all that about before the tournament?"
Not wanting to reveal his suspicions for fear that they might not be correct, he replied, "I'm not sure yet. But I will let you know when I have learned more."
"You're acting very peculiar, Qui-Gon. I hope you find out what ever it is you're looking for soon." The Councilwoman remarked.
"So, do I." Qui-Gon drifted into his thoughts to figure out what to do now. How should he approach the boy and he still needed to ask Siri and Bant about Obi-Wan.
Adi watched him silently, trying to discern what had him so worked up. A figure came up behind them and interjected politely, "Hello? I was wondering if I might have a word with you two, please." A stately man stood in front of them in senatorial robes and gave a broad smile. The two Jedi Knights stared at him blankly. When they didn't respond, the man continued, "I am Senator Palpatine."
"Yes, Senator we know who you are," Qui-Gon's tone suggested that she did not want to be bothered with Politicians at the moment.
"Yes, well, I wanted to make sure. Anyway, I was wondering if you might help me. I came to check on the Jedi from Naboo and found an additional entry to our roster. From what I have been told, you suggested that he enlist under our group."
Adi nodded, "Yes, he had no specific planet to claim as his origin, and since your applicant allotment was not full, I suggested he enter under it."
"Well, I am glad to have cleared that up. I thought someone else might have registered that I wasn't aware of. No matter, but I am still curious as to where he came from. He is a remarkably good fighter. Too bad I can't claim him as one of our own." The sinister man laughed at his meager attempt at a joke.
"Honestly, we don't know that much about him." Adi added. "He said he studied under his father."
"Is the man here? I would very much like to meet him." The Senator smiled and glanced between the two Jedi.
"His father is no longer with us." Adi said softly.
A frown furrowed the representative's features, "Oh how awful. I am so sorry to hear that. Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know. I like to help unfortunates whenever I can." With that the Senator gave a quick bow and walked away. The two Knights nodded back their farewell and watched him retreat from the tournament room. For some reason Qui-Gon did not like the man, but could not understand why. However the brief delay cost him another chance to speak with the boy in question which frustrated him greatly.
After speaking with the Jedi, Palpatine began to correlate his own suspicions. The mysterious Naboo entrant had a familiar air about him. And he knew of only one person that could have supported his findings. If I find out that that boy was you, some how, you will face a fate worse than death.
The mid-day meal came and went quickly, as the crowd gathered back into the workout room of the Tournament. Bant had become Obi-Wan's faithful shadow and he was grateful for her presence. Her caring attitude eased his tension and he needed to be relaxed and cognizant to face what lay ahead. He knew he had to defeat Garen, even though he did not really want to. Knowing that Xanatos would do anything to beat Siri, Obi-Wan knew he would face the boy himself and defeat him.
The four were called to the salles and the fights began. Garen and Obi-Wan were both reluctant to make the first attack, so they circled each other for some time. Finally, Garen charged Obi who parried the blow. Both used hit and run tactics in order to give the other the most opportunities to recover and prolong the fight. At one point Garen tripped, Obi-Wan who rolled with the fall and came up ready. He needed to regain his center, and heeding the green Master's advice, he called the Force in around him. He could feel the ache in his body ease again as he welcomed its power. With renewed strength, Garen could no longer keep up with Obi-Wan's attacks. Finally, the match was over when Garen fell back onto the mat. Cay Andur was once again victorious.
In contrast to the careful battle between the two friends, the rivals were pitched in a life and death type of struggle. Both gave the fight all they had. Attacking, thrusting, and slashing at every angle they hoped would hit their mark. As the battle waged on, Xanatos employed the use of verbal taunts to better his position. Quietly he would say, "I hope you didn't plan on seeing Obi-Wan ever again. After tonight, he will no longer be alive."
"You will not harm him." She countered with an upward thrust. His blade clashed with hers.
"I don't have to. My father will make sure he dies a most painful death." Pushing her back, he followed through with an angled down slash.
Blocking again, Siri maneuvered herself away from him to come back at his left side. "We will stop that from happening."
"Why bother? Why not just come over and enjoy the show?" An evil grin lighted the suave boy's features. Inticing her to enjoy another's pain. Siri had had enough. Her attacks became hurried and careless in her anger. Xanatos had succeeded in dislodging her touch with the Force. And as she leapt over him, he gently pushed the Force toward her, causing her footing to slip as she landed. Xanatos took his advantage and struck Siri in the arm. His burning blade singed her tunic and left a red line along her skin. Her blade fell from her hand due to the pain. Xanatos was declared the winner.
Now there were only two combatants left; Obi-Wan and Xanatos. They were given a short break to prepare. Obi-Wan rushed to Siri, along with Garen and Bant. They helped their friend get to the Healers to care for the burn. Through gritted teeth, Siri pleaded, "Cay, beat that jerk. He's an evil person. His father has a friend of mine trapped and he said that they were going to kill him tonight. Stop him, Cay. You must stop him."
Obi-Wan wanted to tell her, that everything would be ok. That Obi-Wan was safe for the moment and she shouldn't worry. But then she would want to know how he did, and now was not the time to reveal himself. He had one more thing to take care of before he faced his stepfather. Instead he offered, "I will defeat him. I promise you." Glancing over at Bant he could see the concern etched in her face. He gave a gentle smile and headed back down to face his stepbrother. Garen followed behind, he would make sure that Xanatos paid for what he had done to Siri.
At last it came time for the final battle. Cay Andur stood across from Xanatos Crion. Both Adi and Qui-Gon were watching the match, and you could see Adi's rage at the pain cause to her Padawan. Even she wanted the dark haired boy to loose. Obi-Wan took heart in the fact that he would please so many at his victory, but none of that truly mattered. He knew there was more at stake here that simple revenge. They heard a master shout, "Go," and the two boys's ignited their blades.
They paced each other searching for the correct time to strike. Xanatos made the first move, swinging hard at Obi's left. Parrying the move he spun around to attack from the opposite angle. The two were caught in a deadly dance. Moving from side to side and drawing closer and pushing away. It was rhythmic and entrancing as the two entangled in the throws of battle. For some time the crowd was drawn into the hypnotic dance. Slowly, their strength began to wan as their vigorous moves wore them down.
They pushed each other away to take a moment to regroup. Circling, Obi-Wan spoke first, "You will not win Xanatos."
Incredulous, he spat back, "And who's going to stop me? You?"
"I've done it before," came the knowing reply.
Now Xanatos was thrown off balance by confusion. "What do you mean. This is the first time I fought you."
"I know all your weaknesses. I beat you once, and I can do it again." Obi- Wan stated plainly, building his confidence and diminishing Xanatos's.
"I've never been beaten, except maybe that once.." He thought aloud, and realization suddenly dawned on him. "How did you get out? This will not save you! You will die tonight." He tried not to choke on the venom he spat out at his stepbrother.
"No, I will win. And you and stepfather will have lost." Calling on the Force one more time, Obi-Wan became filled with the light. His movements were guided by its knowing power, anticipating Xanatos's every attack. The boy's failing strength was no match for one so full of power. The match ended when Xanatos collapsed from exhaustion. "Now you will have to face your father the same as me." He said as he stood over him the winner of the match and the tournament. The roar of the crowd was deafening.
With the last of his strength, Xanatos cried out and lunged at Obi-Wan, knocking him to the ground. The two struggled before they were separated, but Xanatos had managed to rip Obi-Wan's tunic. Palpatine watched from a distance and used his dark powers to block out the cheers of the crowd. And he learned what he already knew. His eyes narrowed as he sealed the boy's fate in his mind.
The throng of people rushed in to congratulate the champion. At first Obi- Wan was overjoyed by the response to his victory, but as it slowly died, he knew that he had to leave. If there was even the slightest chance he could get away with this he had to take it. Xanatos was not champion and his stepfather's plan was hopefully destroyed as well. Now, he needed to face the man to make sure.
Qui-Gon pushed his way through the mass of people and finally reached his target. Carefully, they moved through the group to the side of the room. Before Obi-Wan knew what was happening, Qui-Gon began his questioning, "Who was your father? You claimed he was a Jedi? Those moves you used, did you learn them from him? Answer me."
Startled and confuse, Obi-Wan backed away. "I - I - I have to go." Turning away he ran from the Knight. Qui-Gon gave chase and followed him out to the hall. Ahead, he could see Senator Palpatine exit from a door up ahead and watched as Cay ran past him.
Qui-Gon called as he followed, "Cay!! Cay!!" No answer. The form grew smaller and Qui-Gon grew desperate, so he took a chance. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, Stop!!" Suddenly the retreating form skidded to a halt. He turned back to the man who had called his name, his real name and stared back in bewilderment. Gathering his scattered wits, he abruptly fled around a corner and disappeared.
It didn't matter though now. By his reaction he had given the answers they sought. And now Qui-Gon confirmed what he suspected. He now knew who the boy was. And so did Palpatine.
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Alright, I'm taking a cue from the movie 'Speed', "Pop Quiz, Hot shot. You've logged on to the internet, and found out MysAri updated. You pull up the chapter and read the entire thing. Now that you're done, what do you do? Huh? What do you do??"
REVIEW!!! Now get to it! ; )
Katt - Hehe. : D I hope so too.
Escapistone - Thank you!! I did research Cinderella stories before starting this one up and found most having multiple days for the "ball" and figured that would fit my story better.
Ds_jt - I looked up a number. I actually found a web site that had like a hundred on there, from various cultures. I read a few of them before I got bit by the bunny to go write. ; ) Some of them were quite fascinating. If I find the link again I'll add it for you to check out. It also had many other fairytales too.
Ciria - Thank you!! : D I never really thought about it, but yeah, I guess those little 'Qui on Cay' sections do show more of who Qui is and Obi's back ground. Cool. I just put them in on a whim. But I am sorry to say this is the last of the Fairy God Jedi scenes. I hope it's good enough.
Dragonsong - um, I don't think you'll be liking Palpy any more soon. Maybe not this chap but definitely by next chap.
Mydogisfudge - Your wish is my command, maybe ] ; ) read on. : D
Lightedeagle - Thanks. *blush* I never really expected this kind of turn out. I guess my summary caught people's attention. ; ) And I had no doubts about your love for this story. It missed you. ; ) I think you'll REALLY enjoy this one. Thanks again. : D
Lillian jinn - Thanks, I kinda thought that bit up at the last minute, I'm just glad everyone seems to like it.
Well, it looks like I'm loosing some of my readers. : ( I hope they come back soon. This is the third and final day of the tourny and I'm sure they wouldn't want to miss it. Afterall, this is a really long chap to begin with.
Now, on with the post!! : D
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Try to be the best that I can
Mere minutes passed between the time Obi-Wan was thrust back into his prison and the rays of dawn cresting over the city planet. Exhaustion labored to claim the boy, but his weary mind refused its beckoning. Just as the past two mornings, Obi-Wan's passage was open, freeing him from the torment of the void. Forcing his weak limbs to follow his command, he crawled from coop toward the Master he knew was waiting. Lacking the strength to go any further, Obi-Wan crashed down to the unforgiving ground just after he cleared the doorway.
"The Force is with you, young Obi-Wan," the familiar ancient voice said. A tiny hand rested on Obi's shoulder and warmth flowed into his tired muscles. For a moment, his mind flashed back to the night before, as he recalled Bant saying the same thing. Then sped its way back to the present, reliving the pain of the night. In the mist of the torment though, he also treasured the sensation of not being alone. A distant but non-threatening presence, that he tried to identify. And yet unsure of whom it could be, he thought the phantasm might have been Yoda or his father, but it seemed too vague for him to distinguish.
Expending the energy to figure it out was inane at the moment, as he needed every ounce to keep awake. Without realizing it Yoda had already transformed him into Cay Andur, but it didn't matter to him. His tired form begged to rest and recuperate from the nightmare but his heart longed to finish the tournament. He was so close, close to winning, close to defeating his stepfather and possibly his stepbrothers, and most of all he felt close to his father. Although, he could not foresake his mother since she was the gentle soul who molded him and showed him forgiveness, but his father was someone who personified strength and honour.
"Go, you must. Not much time do you have." Yoda broke into his reverie.
"How can I go, when I don't even have the strength to move," argued the boy.
A humph escaped the petite Master. "Learned nothing have you? The Force, a powerful ally it is. Call for it and come it will. Gives its strength to you. Call to it." Obi-Wan managed to raise his head and stare at the green Jedi as the Master spoke.
Forcing his limbs to heed his command, Obi-Wan pushed himself off the ground and into a kneeling position. Once there, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation he felt so often, yet had a fleeting grasp on. Finding the boundless energy he called it to him: to encircle and heal and fill him. Slowly but surely, it saturated his weary form, giving it new life. The gradual increase in its warmth drove out the last remaining chills and discomforts. Re-opening his eyes, he saw the smile that crossed the tiny Master's face. He returned the gesture as the Force flowed freely around them invigorating even the dying plants and brightening the small courtyard.
"The Force is with you, young Obi-Wan." Yoda repeated. "Remember it is yours to command. But guide your actions it will as well. Go, much today you have to do."
"Yes, Master Yoda." Obi-Wan stood fully recovered and ready for the task set before him. "And thank you." Bowing one last time, Obi-Wan showed his gratitude and respect for the tiny being, then promptly left.
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The morning came too early for Qui-Gon Jinn, but he accepted it all the same. His body ached from the awkward sleeping position, he had never retired to his bed, but remained in mediation in his favourite chair. He didn't know when he slipped from his meditation to sleep, but when he awoke he felt as he had held on to a charged electrode post.
Rising, he went through his morning routine, fixing himself a cup of tea before re-focusing his mind. Today he had resolved to unravel the mystery of Cay Andur. He would not rest until he discovered the truth.
He left his apartment and headed for the Tournament. As soon as he entered the crowded room he began searching for the estranged boy. Again he came up empty handed and his frustration grew. The opening ceremony began and Qui-Gon headed over to find Adi. As he approached he found that her Padawan and another initiate were arguing with her.
"They will kill him. We can't let him die. He doesn't deserve it." Siri was on the verge of loosing all composure. The Mon Calamarian girl next to her remained silent but he noted the deep sadness in her large silver eyes. "Ask Bant, she heard that boy from Naboo threaten him."
Bant spoke, "He did say that Obi-Wan knew his stepfather's wrath well. It wasn't a threat it was a fact. But he did threaten Siri."
Adi was about to inquire further when Qui-Gon interrupted, "Did you say Obi- Wan?"
Surprised by the intrusion, all three started at his question. Bant turned to him empathetically while Siri eyed him suspiciously, however both young girls nodded.
"Do you know Obi-Wan's last name?" Qui-Gon needed to find out, something told him that this was all connected but he didn't know how, yet.
Bant glanced toward Siri who returned the saddened gaze for a moment. She finally responded, "No, I never asked him for his last name. It was already tough enough to get his first name."
The announcer boomed over head that the tournament has resumed and stated the first few competitors. Qui-Gon listened as Cay Andur was called. Frantically, he searched for the boy, but didn't see him. Instead of pressing the girl further about Obi-Wan he asked shortly, "Have you seen Cay this morning?"
"No," Siri said, but was now very confused. Qui-Gon's behaviour vexed both Siri and her Master, but no one noticed the brief wave of panic that crossed Bant's serene features.
The young initiate's mind was sharp and she began to understand Qui-Gon's bizarre demeanor. Does he know Obi is Cay? But how? Caught in her introspection, she didn't notice Qui-Gon scrutinizing her. He must have felt the worry in her mind at Obi's possible discovery and his apparent absence.
"Have you seen Cay, Initiate Bant?" His tone was more accusatory than he intended, but he felt she knew more than she was letting on. Once he addressed her directly, he felt the surge in panic that rolled off the young Jedi. His gaze softened, he did not mean to frighten her. The announcer called Cay's name again and they looked up while listening. Returning his eyes to the young girl, he could see her battling within. Obviously she was debating on what she should reveal to the Knight.
Still caught in the internal dispute, Bant weighed her options. She did not want to break her promise to Obi-Wan but she feared his safety. He had not shown up yet and after the confrontation last night, she wasn't sure he would be able to make it. She wanted to help him, but her oath was given in confidence and she did not want to betray it. Suddenly, she calmed her mind and stretched out to the Force for comfort and guidance. Listening, she thought that the Force cautioned her to wait as the impatient voice of Qui-Gon cut in. "Initiate Bant, I'm waiting."
For the third time the announcer requested Cay Andur's presence on the sparring mats. If he did not show within the next few minutes his match would be forfeit. Taking a deep breath, Bant decided to confess, presuming that with Cay's absence and forfeit he needed their help. As she opened her mouth to speak, they heard someone shouting.
"Wait!! Wait, I'm here!" Obi-Wan called out as he made his way through the throng. Sighing with relief, Bant could not hide her appreciation of his arrival, freeing her from her potential guilt. 'Cay Andur' finally reached the salle and stood. He could see his stepbrother, Anakin, on the other mat with his friend Garen Muln. Another initiate had been waiting for him impatiently on his salle. He bowed toward the boy and prepared for the coming fight.
The quartet moved over toward the mats. Qui-Gon automatically stood near Cay Andur's match as Adi moved to oversee Anakin and Garen's. The two girls hung at the edge watching and waiting for Cay to finish. Bant wanted to express how glad she was to see him and Siri wanted to talk to him as well.
But that would have to wait as the match began. The other boy, already agitated, struck first jumping into the air to come back down with a vicious slash. Diving to the side, Obi-Wan position himself behind the boy. For some time the two battled, both skilled and determined to find victory. Small burns covered both initiates as their blades came too close to tender skin. Finally Obi found his opening, crouching, he swept his leg toward the other boy's and brought him crashing down. His blade hovered above the other Jedi's neck and Cay was declared the winner.
In the mean time, Garen and Anakin fought with an energy that permeated the room. Anakin was younger than Garen but the older boy was much more skilled. Both implored a volley of acrobatics to attack and defend against the other's attacks. It was only Anakin's inexperience that allowed Garen the opportunity to defeat him. Anakin could not hide his disappointment in his performance, but feared his father's consequences more.
Anakin moved through the crowd and went to a secluded corner. There he found his father glaring down at him disapprovingly. "You better hope your brother does better, or both of you will suffer the same punishments as your stepbrother." Anakin winced at the rebuke; secretly he wished to be out from his father's yoke, but could not see a way to make it happen. So he did everything the evil man instructed and waited.
The two matches had gone on for an hour and a half. When they were over, Cay found his friends easily. Bant, Siri and Garen were drawn to each other like a magnet. "Glad you finally decided to show up." Siri started the conversation. Still a little out of breath, Obi just smiled and nodded.
"My goodness, that was a lot harder than I thought," Garen burst out. "I was afraid I wouldn't get the chance to fight you again Siri." He gave the girl a subtle wink, which she caught and flushed at. Before anyone could respond the announcer called the remaining competitors to the mat. "Looks like you're up my dear." And the light rose in her cheeks darkened. Siri headed off to her position and Garen followed behind.
Bant lingered with Obi and when they were out of earshot, the concerned girl whispered, "Are you alright? I feared the worst when you didn't show up."
"I'll be fine." Obi-Wan offered. "I have the Force, remember?" His light smile flattened as he recalled the long night he had endured. The younger girl hugged him briefly and Obi-Wan returned it with all his heart. "Now let's go and enjoy each other's company and see how Siri does." Together they found Garen and watched her match completely. Only Obi-Wan's gaze wavered as he also watched that of his stepbrother, Xanatos's.
Siri was matched against another young girl, with red-highlighted black hair. The girl did not fight like any other initiate he had scene thus far and it captured his interest. She had a full-length saber in her right hand and a smaller saber in her left. Siri had to use all of her skills and training to compete with the double blades. Siri's real life combat was her advantage and that angle was the deciding factor to the match. They fought for about an hour until the younger girl became tired. You could tell she was a few years behind Siri and had to admire her success up until this match. Over all, Siri's techniques won the fight.
When they finished, Siri found out that the other match was already finished. Xanatos, in his desire to prove his worth to his father, fought ferociously and defeated his opponent fairly quickly. The boy he fought had gone to the Healer's due to the nasty burn he was dealt by Xanatos's blade.
Shortly after the completion of the semi-finals, the announcer called for the mid-day meal. He also conveyed that the remaining four were paired as such: Cay Andur vs. Garen Muln and Xanatos Crion vs. Siri Tachi. The trio looked at each other timidly. They didn't know how this would effect them.
During the mid-day meal they tried to keep their conversation light. Obi- Wan and Garen would occasionally give an awkward smile. They did not want to fight, since they had become fairly good friends in such a short amount of time. But they also knew that this was a possibility that they would have had to face, and face it they shall, as the Jedi they were meant to be.
Siri on the other hand was already agitated about her upcoming match. Her mind kept replaying the taunt Xanatos had said the night before. And her mind drifted back to Obi-Wan and how miserable he must be. Her thoughts were scattered and fleeting at best, disrupting the necessary concentration she needed.
Qui-Gon watched the quartet of children leave and was about to follow them out when Adi stopped him. "What was all that about before the tournament?"
Not wanting to reveal his suspicions for fear that they might not be correct, he replied, "I'm not sure yet. But I will let you know when I have learned more."
"You're acting very peculiar, Qui-Gon. I hope you find out what ever it is you're looking for soon." The Councilwoman remarked.
"So, do I." Qui-Gon drifted into his thoughts to figure out what to do now. How should he approach the boy and he still needed to ask Siri and Bant about Obi-Wan.
Adi watched him silently, trying to discern what had him so worked up. A figure came up behind them and interjected politely, "Hello? I was wondering if I might have a word with you two, please." A stately man stood in front of them in senatorial robes and gave a broad smile. The two Jedi Knights stared at him blankly. When they didn't respond, the man continued, "I am Senator Palpatine."
"Yes, Senator we know who you are," Qui-Gon's tone suggested that she did not want to be bothered with Politicians at the moment.
"Yes, well, I wanted to make sure. Anyway, I was wondering if you might help me. I came to check on the Jedi from Naboo and found an additional entry to our roster. From what I have been told, you suggested that he enlist under our group."
Adi nodded, "Yes, he had no specific planet to claim as his origin, and since your applicant allotment was not full, I suggested he enter under it."
"Well, I am glad to have cleared that up. I thought someone else might have registered that I wasn't aware of. No matter, but I am still curious as to where he came from. He is a remarkably good fighter. Too bad I can't claim him as one of our own." The sinister man laughed at his meager attempt at a joke.
"Honestly, we don't know that much about him." Adi added. "He said he studied under his father."
"Is the man here? I would very much like to meet him." The Senator smiled and glanced between the two Jedi.
"His father is no longer with us." Adi said softly.
A frown furrowed the representative's features, "Oh how awful. I am so sorry to hear that. Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know. I like to help unfortunates whenever I can." With that the Senator gave a quick bow and walked away. The two Knights nodded back their farewell and watched him retreat from the tournament room. For some reason Qui-Gon did not like the man, but could not understand why. However the brief delay cost him another chance to speak with the boy in question which frustrated him greatly.
After speaking with the Jedi, Palpatine began to correlate his own suspicions. The mysterious Naboo entrant had a familiar air about him. And he knew of only one person that could have supported his findings. If I find out that that boy was you, some how, you will face a fate worse than death.
The mid-day meal came and went quickly, as the crowd gathered back into the workout room of the Tournament. Bant had become Obi-Wan's faithful shadow and he was grateful for her presence. Her caring attitude eased his tension and he needed to be relaxed and cognizant to face what lay ahead. He knew he had to defeat Garen, even though he did not really want to. Knowing that Xanatos would do anything to beat Siri, Obi-Wan knew he would face the boy himself and defeat him.
The four were called to the salles and the fights began. Garen and Obi-Wan were both reluctant to make the first attack, so they circled each other for some time. Finally, Garen charged Obi who parried the blow. Both used hit and run tactics in order to give the other the most opportunities to recover and prolong the fight. At one point Garen tripped, Obi-Wan who rolled with the fall and came up ready. He needed to regain his center, and heeding the green Master's advice, he called the Force in around him. He could feel the ache in his body ease again as he welcomed its power. With renewed strength, Garen could no longer keep up with Obi-Wan's attacks. Finally, the match was over when Garen fell back onto the mat. Cay Andur was once again victorious.
In contrast to the careful battle between the two friends, the rivals were pitched in a life and death type of struggle. Both gave the fight all they had. Attacking, thrusting, and slashing at every angle they hoped would hit their mark. As the battle waged on, Xanatos employed the use of verbal taunts to better his position. Quietly he would say, "I hope you didn't plan on seeing Obi-Wan ever again. After tonight, he will no longer be alive."
"You will not harm him." She countered with an upward thrust. His blade clashed with hers.
"I don't have to. My father will make sure he dies a most painful death." Pushing her back, he followed through with an angled down slash.
Blocking again, Siri maneuvered herself away from him to come back at his left side. "We will stop that from happening."
"Why bother? Why not just come over and enjoy the show?" An evil grin lighted the suave boy's features. Inticing her to enjoy another's pain. Siri had had enough. Her attacks became hurried and careless in her anger. Xanatos had succeeded in dislodging her touch with the Force. And as she leapt over him, he gently pushed the Force toward her, causing her footing to slip as she landed. Xanatos took his advantage and struck Siri in the arm. His burning blade singed her tunic and left a red line along her skin. Her blade fell from her hand due to the pain. Xanatos was declared the winner.
Now there were only two combatants left; Obi-Wan and Xanatos. They were given a short break to prepare. Obi-Wan rushed to Siri, along with Garen and Bant. They helped their friend get to the Healers to care for the burn. Through gritted teeth, Siri pleaded, "Cay, beat that jerk. He's an evil person. His father has a friend of mine trapped and he said that they were going to kill him tonight. Stop him, Cay. You must stop him."
Obi-Wan wanted to tell her, that everything would be ok. That Obi-Wan was safe for the moment and she shouldn't worry. But then she would want to know how he did, and now was not the time to reveal himself. He had one more thing to take care of before he faced his stepfather. Instead he offered, "I will defeat him. I promise you." Glancing over at Bant he could see the concern etched in her face. He gave a gentle smile and headed back down to face his stepbrother. Garen followed behind, he would make sure that Xanatos paid for what he had done to Siri.
At last it came time for the final battle. Cay Andur stood across from Xanatos Crion. Both Adi and Qui-Gon were watching the match, and you could see Adi's rage at the pain cause to her Padawan. Even she wanted the dark haired boy to loose. Obi-Wan took heart in the fact that he would please so many at his victory, but none of that truly mattered. He knew there was more at stake here that simple revenge. They heard a master shout, "Go," and the two boys's ignited their blades.
They paced each other searching for the correct time to strike. Xanatos made the first move, swinging hard at Obi's left. Parrying the move he spun around to attack from the opposite angle. The two were caught in a deadly dance. Moving from side to side and drawing closer and pushing away. It was rhythmic and entrancing as the two entangled in the throws of battle. For some time the crowd was drawn into the hypnotic dance. Slowly, their strength began to wan as their vigorous moves wore them down.
They pushed each other away to take a moment to regroup. Circling, Obi-Wan spoke first, "You will not win Xanatos."
Incredulous, he spat back, "And who's going to stop me? You?"
"I've done it before," came the knowing reply.
Now Xanatos was thrown off balance by confusion. "What do you mean. This is the first time I fought you."
"I know all your weaknesses. I beat you once, and I can do it again." Obi- Wan stated plainly, building his confidence and diminishing Xanatos's.
"I've never been beaten, except maybe that once.." He thought aloud, and realization suddenly dawned on him. "How did you get out? This will not save you! You will die tonight." He tried not to choke on the venom he spat out at his stepbrother.
"No, I will win. And you and stepfather will have lost." Calling on the Force one more time, Obi-Wan became filled with the light. His movements were guided by its knowing power, anticipating Xanatos's every attack. The boy's failing strength was no match for one so full of power. The match ended when Xanatos collapsed from exhaustion. "Now you will have to face your father the same as me." He said as he stood over him the winner of the match and the tournament. The roar of the crowd was deafening.
With the last of his strength, Xanatos cried out and lunged at Obi-Wan, knocking him to the ground. The two struggled before they were separated, but Xanatos had managed to rip Obi-Wan's tunic. Palpatine watched from a distance and used his dark powers to block out the cheers of the crowd. And he learned what he already knew. His eyes narrowed as he sealed the boy's fate in his mind.
The throng of people rushed in to congratulate the champion. At first Obi- Wan was overjoyed by the response to his victory, but as it slowly died, he knew that he had to leave. If there was even the slightest chance he could get away with this he had to take it. Xanatos was not champion and his stepfather's plan was hopefully destroyed as well. Now, he needed to face the man to make sure.
Qui-Gon pushed his way through the mass of people and finally reached his target. Carefully, they moved through the group to the side of the room. Before Obi-Wan knew what was happening, Qui-Gon began his questioning, "Who was your father? You claimed he was a Jedi? Those moves you used, did you learn them from him? Answer me."
Startled and confuse, Obi-Wan backed away. "I - I - I have to go." Turning away he ran from the Knight. Qui-Gon gave chase and followed him out to the hall. Ahead, he could see Senator Palpatine exit from a door up ahead and watched as Cay ran past him.
Qui-Gon called as he followed, "Cay!! Cay!!" No answer. The form grew smaller and Qui-Gon grew desperate, so he took a chance. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, Stop!!" Suddenly the retreating form skidded to a halt. He turned back to the man who had called his name, his real name and stared back in bewilderment. Gathering his scattered wits, he abruptly fled around a corner and disappeared.
It didn't matter though now. By his reaction he had given the answers they sought. And now Qui-Gon confirmed what he suspected. He now knew who the boy was. And so did Palpatine.
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