Qui-gon's POV
Part Three
I slammed my fist down onto the desk beside me. How dare he! What right had he to come in here and lecture me! Especially when he is on the same path that I am on.
"Its bad enough that one of us is in this dark nightmare," he had said.
What had he meant by that? The dark side was power to do as you will. What nightmare?
I pushed the thought from me, but another thought filled its place.
"You are destroying what he stood for," he had said.
Anger and rage filled me. Obi-wan did not stand for cutthroats that killed innocent children! Obi-wan did not stand for that dark place and torture. No, Obi-wan stood for life and the Jedi!
I brought out my lightsaber and cleaved the desk in half. I then continued to slice it apart until my rage started to falter. I shut off my lightsaber and noticed that the desk was nothing more then a blackened heap at my feet.
It did not matter what Obi-wan stood for. He has joined the Force
and now I must do what I feel is right.
I want Xanatos off the ship. I don't want to relive any more memories. Why couldn't he have disappeared or gone back to Telos. Why couldn't he stay away from me and let me do what I have to do! I would tear the ship apart and I will find him!
"Master Harkin?" the officer asked softly as he stepped in.
I can feel the fear radiating from him and that calms me slightly. I am pleased that I am a man to be feared.
"What?" I asked.
"We seem to have an intruder on the ship," the officer said.
"I know," I snapped, "I want him found."
"Yes, Master, what do we do with him after we find him?" the officer asked.
"Kill him or eject him. I don't care, I just want him gone," I growled.
The officer bowed and quickly left.
I went to another desk and looked down at the map. We were almost through. Two more missions, then we would attack the Jedi Temple. Yes, everything was going exactly as planned.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I walked onto the bridge. Our next target was out in front of us. The planet looked harmless, but it held the murderers. Many people will be hurt or killed besides the murderers, but oh well. Life means nothing to me now. The assassins are all ready on the planet. They are the best I could find. But even with steel like minds, they can be manipulated. I smiled darkly at the thought. Nothing could spoil this. The last target would be where the man that had personally driven that dagger into Obi-wan and myself would be. I would personally kill him.
Xanatos has not been found yet. He was right when he said I wouldn't find him. It is unnerving to know he is out there, just waiting to torment me again. But I will not let it get to me. I can't afford anything to get to me. But it so hard to not think of him. He and Obi-wan were opposite of each other, complete opposites. Why did he care what I did? He has wanted to destroy me, why does he care if I have fallen? Sith him. Why won't he leave me alone?
I turn to go to my room to prepare. We will soon leave for the last target. Then Coruscant will be mine.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Qui-gon! Help me! Please, Master! Don't give up! Don't give into
the dark side!" Obi-wan screamed.
I reached out my hand to grasp his bloody one. But it is slippery and I lose my grip. He falls into the darkness.
"Master!" his scream echoed through my mind, jolting me awake.
I could feel the sweat on my skin and scorned myself for being too sensitive.
I heard a noise in the darkness and could barely make out the shape.
"Nightmare?" he asked.
"Get out, Xanatos," I snapped.
"You dreamt of Obi-wan, didn't you? You screamed his name. I caught a small trace of it," he said, ignoring me.
"Why do you torment me?" I muttered.
"Because, I am trying to redeem you," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"You were not meant to walk this wretched path, Qui-gon. You were not meant to..." he stopped for a moment and I saw pain flood his eyes.
Pure pain like I have rarely seen him display. A small part of me wants to comfort him as I had when he was a boy, but my stronger half resisted and crushed the other half.
"Just honor the boy and turn away from it now," he whispered.
"No, I will avenge Obi-wan," I growled.
"You have truly fallen. I thought I could count on you," he sighed.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I might as well tell you. Obi-wan is alive," he said softly.
"You're lying," I roared.
"No, I am not," he said coolly.
Part Three
I slammed my fist down onto the desk beside me. How dare he! What right had he to come in here and lecture me! Especially when he is on the same path that I am on.
"Its bad enough that one of us is in this dark nightmare," he had said.
What had he meant by that? The dark side was power to do as you will. What nightmare?
I pushed the thought from me, but another thought filled its place.
"You are destroying what he stood for," he had said.
Anger and rage filled me. Obi-wan did not stand for cutthroats that killed innocent children! Obi-wan did not stand for that dark place and torture. No, Obi-wan stood for life and the Jedi!
I brought out my lightsaber and cleaved the desk in half. I then continued to slice it apart until my rage started to falter. I shut off my lightsaber and noticed that the desk was nothing more then a blackened heap at my feet.
It did not matter what Obi-wan stood for. He has joined the Force
and now I must do what I feel is right.
I want Xanatos off the ship. I don't want to relive any more memories. Why couldn't he have disappeared or gone back to Telos. Why couldn't he stay away from me and let me do what I have to do! I would tear the ship apart and I will find him!
"Master Harkin?" the officer asked softly as he stepped in.
I can feel the fear radiating from him and that calms me slightly. I am pleased that I am a man to be feared.
"What?" I asked.
"We seem to have an intruder on the ship," the officer said.
"I know," I snapped, "I want him found."
"Yes, Master, what do we do with him after we find him?" the officer asked.
"Kill him or eject him. I don't care, I just want him gone," I growled.
The officer bowed and quickly left.
I went to another desk and looked down at the map. We were almost through. Two more missions, then we would attack the Jedi Temple. Yes, everything was going exactly as planned.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I walked onto the bridge. Our next target was out in front of us. The planet looked harmless, but it held the murderers. Many people will be hurt or killed besides the murderers, but oh well. Life means nothing to me now. The assassins are all ready on the planet. They are the best I could find. But even with steel like minds, they can be manipulated. I smiled darkly at the thought. Nothing could spoil this. The last target would be where the man that had personally driven that dagger into Obi-wan and myself would be. I would personally kill him.
Xanatos has not been found yet. He was right when he said I wouldn't find him. It is unnerving to know he is out there, just waiting to torment me again. But I will not let it get to me. I can't afford anything to get to me. But it so hard to not think of him. He and Obi-wan were opposite of each other, complete opposites. Why did he care what I did? He has wanted to destroy me, why does he care if I have fallen? Sith him. Why won't he leave me alone?
I turn to go to my room to prepare. We will soon leave for the last target. Then Coruscant will be mine.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Qui-gon! Help me! Please, Master! Don't give up! Don't give into
the dark side!" Obi-wan screamed.
I reached out my hand to grasp his bloody one. But it is slippery and I lose my grip. He falls into the darkness.
"Master!" his scream echoed through my mind, jolting me awake.
I could feel the sweat on my skin and scorned myself for being too sensitive.
I heard a noise in the darkness and could barely make out the shape.
"Nightmare?" he asked.
"Get out, Xanatos," I snapped.
"You dreamt of Obi-wan, didn't you? You screamed his name. I caught a small trace of it," he said, ignoring me.
"Why do you torment me?" I muttered.
"Because, I am trying to redeem you," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"You were not meant to walk this wretched path, Qui-gon. You were not meant to..." he stopped for a moment and I saw pain flood his eyes.
Pure pain like I have rarely seen him display. A small part of me wants to comfort him as I had when he was a boy, but my stronger half resisted and crushed the other half.
"Just honor the boy and turn away from it now," he whispered.
"No, I will avenge Obi-wan," I growled.
"You have truly fallen. I thought I could count on you," he sighed.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I might as well tell you. Obi-wan is alive," he said softly.
"You're lying," I roared.
"No, I am not," he said coolly.