Disclaimer:: I don't own StarWars, I wish I did! All the Usual Characters belong to the insane George Lucas. I'm not making any money of this.
" text " = normal/verbal talking
' text ' = thoughts
italics = dreams/vision
//text// = talking through a bond
Well I'm sorta happy with this part, but not really. I was having
a bit of a block, and I've been trying to write all day, but other things
are getting in the way. I know where I want to take this...the problem
is getting there! But I'm not giving up!
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Although Qui-gon spent the whole night up right in a chair, he felt extremely refreshed, and well rested. The doctor had come a few moments after Qui-gon had called. Obi-wan was to stay inside his bedroom for the remainder of the mission, unless otherwise he would have to wear a breathing mask. The doctor had never quite seen this virus before on this world, and was afraid of the impact it might have on the locals. Obi-wan was woken up to be told the news, as well as told to rest for the day by his Master. If he started to feel better he was allowed to join the negotiations, provided he wear the mask.
Now Qui-gon was sitting in the middle of another shouting fest. Nothing he tried was working, and he had about had it with both of them. Without his Padawan there beside him, there was really nothing holding him back from loosing his temper, which he promptly did.
"SILENCE! Both of YOU!" Qui-gons voice thundered, and both men fell silent in a heart beat. Taking a deep breath he released his anger into the Force.
"I understand that both of you wish to own the StarFlow mountains. If one of you controls it, then that denies the other access to it." His voice was calm, clear, and cool, almost as if his sudden out burst hadn't taken place. "Therefore, I propose that the StarFlow Mountains be neutral territory, shared by both parties, in which any plans to build, produce, or take resources from or in StarFlow, be agreed upon both parties." Qui-gon looked in both directions, to see their reactions.
"I believe that just might solve our problem...but I will need to discuss it with my advisors in private..." Rii Pehr was the first to speak up. He was a reasonable man, and only wished access to the StarFlow. The StarFlow mountains, were in myth the Gods Mountains. Today they were still respected by the people of Rocher 9.
Qui-gon looked back over to Cue Perrin, who was looking particularly unhappy at the moment. There was something not right about the man, as if he had something to hide, if the area was shared. Perhaps it was just Cue's nature to be reserved about matters.
"I suggest that both parties take sometime to come up with terms, and speak with advisors. We will continue in 5 days from now." Qui-gon stood, and Rii departed with a smile and a bow. Cue simply remained seated, his vivid eyes set on the Jedi Master.
"Something you wish to say High Lord Perrin?"
Cue remained silent for a little while longer. "I understand your padawan is ill, I hope he feels better soon." For some reason that isn't what Qui-gon thought was on Cue's mind, nor what he was really going to say.
"I'll relay that to him." He gave a false smile, and started to leave the conference room. He did not like Cue for some odd reason, is was just something about the man that didn't seem right. As he left he could hear Cue push back his chair and fall in step behind him. They parted ways down separate halls, he could feel Obi-wan's mind brush up against his.
//Obi-wan? do you need something?//
//No. Is the session through for today?//
//Yes, How do you feel?// Qui-gon could feel the hazy in Obi-wan's
mind through the bond.
//Better.//
//Go back to your room, I will be there shortly//
//Yes, Master//
Obi-wan sighed. He had really struggled to work up the strength to leave his room, and how it was all for nothing. Turning around, his hand slid along the wall for support. Every time he made sudden actions he felt as if he was going to fall. As he neared his room he had to stop and rest, the mask he had over his nose and mouth didn't help cool his heated body. He in took a deep breath, searching the Force to aid in cooling the fever raging his body. A faint but near clinking sounded from just down the hallway. His ears perked up, as he took another breath and held it, just listening. Where had he heard that before, it sounded like...like...
"....afraid..."
His eyes grew wide when it dawned on him. Chains, and the sound was growing louder. Obi-wan tried not to breathe, but he suddenly started gasping for breaths, when he heard a low rumbling snarl. His body began to tremble, and the heat left his body. It was growing colder.
"It's coming...Run! Runaway!"
"Yes...run..." He was agreeing with the creature from his dream's advice. He had not ran last time, and he did not wish to confront it again. Removing his eyes from the hallway, Obi-wan turned violently around to run. That is when he smashed into something larger then himself. Obi-wan tumbled to the ground, crossing his arms in front of him, with a faint cry.
Qui-gon was confused by his young charges action. He couldn't make out what Obi-wan had said, the mask muffling his speech. He was about to call out to him when Obi-wan turned, and ran smack into him. The force of it caused the Master to stumble backwards, and when he calmed himself, he could feel Obi-wan's fear. 'He's afraid? of what?' the Jedi Master thought to himself, as he caught sight of the boy on the floor, his arms up to protect him, but he could tell his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Obi-wan?" Qui-gon reached down to him, then kneeled next to him. "Obi-wan?"
"It's.... coming..." Obi-wan's voice trembled just as bad as his body
did.
"What's coming? What's coming, Obi-wan?" He wrapped his
arms around his padawan's body.
Obi-wan finally took the time to open his eyes, and from what little
he could see from being wrapped up in his master's robe, he saw nothing
of the thing that made the horrible snarls. He strained his ears
listening for it, but heard only his heartbeat.
"You didn't hear it?" He finally asked his Master, trying to calm himself
down. He was sure his master was felt the fear coming from him, and
he quickly tried to hide it.
"Hear what, Padawan? There's nothing here..." Qui-gon rubbed a soothing
hand on the boys back, feeling heat just rolling off of him. Obi-wan
gave a nervous chuckle. "probably just my feverish mind playing tricks
on me" he managed to croak out. With fear no longer driving him,
he was just to tired to move on his own. His Master picked up on
this, and quickly picked him up. Halfway glad that they were only
a few feet from Obi-wan's room, Qui-gon found that Obi-wan had gotten heavier,
over the years, and carrying him was no easy task.
Once inside the room, Qui-gon laid obi-wan back into bed. Obi-wan
clung to his robes for a moment, and after taking a deep breath he removed
himself. 'stop acting like a child....it's not very becoming of a
Jedi.' Obi-wan scorned himself, as he rested into the pillow. His
master reached and removed the mask from his face, and allowed himself
a smile when he saw the red ring running over the bridge of his nose, down
his cheeks, and under his chin. He set the mask on the desk and started
to stroke the youths short hair. "Rest. Everything is okay.
You have plenty of time to get better, just rest." He could feel a bit
of uneasiness with in Obi-wan. It was if he was afraid of sleeping.
//Sleep.// He gave Obi-wan a Force command, and the boy fell
almost immediately into a dreamless sleep.
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(I might not update it this weekend - 1/12/02 - that weekend.
I'll be pretty busy but I will be writting! just not uploading. Until
Sunday night. So just keep on your toes! )