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They released their hold and let their hands fall. Uncertainty hung in the air around them. But they smiled a polite greeting none-the-less. "Pleased to meet you too." Anakin said.
They collected themselves off the floor and headed into the rest of the ship. Qui-Gon suggested that Obi-Wan roam the cruiser to become more familiar with his new surroundings. Obi-Wan, however, guessed the real reason for the separation. Qui-Gon wanted to talk with Anakin, about him more than likely. But he accepted the offer and found himself wandering. Making his way to the heart of the vessel, he managed to bump into Padmè. In actuality, she bumped into him. When she realized who she ran into, she gave a meek smile. Worry hid beneath the kind gesture. "Hello, Obi. I was surprised to hear you were on board."
"Master Qui-Gon managed to free me. He offered to take me to the Temple to see if I could be trained as a Jedi." He explained. She nodded in confirmation. Then her haste began to surface.
"Do you happen to know where Anakin is?" She asked finally.
"He's with Master Qui-Gon. I think they needed to talk." He gave a small grin. "Probably about me." Obi-Wan added and the smile slowly faded. With that she pushed her urgency aside to regard this young boy. She realized what a change this all must be.
"This must be so different from what you're used to." She spoke her thought aloud.
"Not so different. I haven't always lived on Tatooine. Although I think I was born there. I had been taken on a slave ship and lived there for a while. Before Watto. It just happened that I ended up back where I started." He revealed openly. Padmè watched as a flash of something danced in his eyes and left before she could recognize it. His gaze drifted off absently down the hall behind her. She watched as some distant memory played-out in his mind. That's when she noticed the pain and fear that resided deep within the youth. So young to have witnessed such horrors. He turned to meet her deep chocolate eyes. The turbulent storm in the seas before her calmed and the grin returned. "But that was a while ago. I have a new life now. Where ever it might lead me."
***
"Now is not the time to argue with me." Qui-Gon curtly concluded. Softening his voice ha asked, "Can you please show me the results of the Midi-chlorian count?" He tried to calm the situation by changing the course of the conversation.
"Yes, Master." Anakin could barely hide the annoyance from his voice. He went to the terminal in their room and accessed the analysis that he had performed the day before. Qui-Gon came up behind his Padawan to review the findings. He sank down in a second chair as he read the same thing Anakin had. "I still don't know what this means. I mean for the Jedi."
"There must be some significance to this. It's a puzzle we'll have to address with the Council. Maybe they can offer some insight." They sat in reticence for a few minutes. The tall Knight sighed. The mission that started off so simply had escalated into a wild series of events. The emergence of a dark warrior; the discover f a remarkable boy; the narrow escape; and the invasion of the Trade Federation on Naboo had all happened within a matter of days. It was all so overwhelming. He resigned his earlier anger and turned to his apprentice. "I'm sorry about our disagreement. It's just there's something more to all this than meets the eye and I've been a little on edge as a result."
Now it was Anakin's turn. He had felt bad about arguing with his Master, however he was still a little chafed by the appearance of the new comer. "I'm sorry too, Master. But I think you should wait and see what the Council has to say before making any hasty decisions. Alright?"
"Of course." Qui-Gon agreed.
***
Padmè gave Obi-Wan a quick tour as she searched for Anakin. When the Jedi Padawan entered the corridor, Padmè excused herself as she had something important to discuss with the young man. Obi-Wan took his leave and found his way to a recreation room. In one of the corners was a small couch recessed in the wall. During his conversation with the handmaiden he learned that all the rooms were occupied. She offered to find him a place to sleep but he declined. He mentioned that he had slept in many awkward places through out his life and he would find a spot cozy enough for him to rest. While in flight, it's hard to determine day from night, so a schedule was rigidly followed while floating through the black void of space. He noted that they were entering the sleep cycle and decided this was as good a place as any to get some much desired shut-eye. He curled up on the hard little divan and swiftly surrender into the arms of darkness.
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Two figures circled each other. Tension filled the air creating a physical presence that encompassed them. They were speaking but he could not hear the words. As they paced, he tried to draw closer, focus on the images of the faces, to no avail. They alluded him as deftly as the conversation. One figure was cloaked in darkness. The other brightly shined. It seemed that the dark form was shouting at the light just before the emergence of a crimson blade. The raven visage charged the milky rival. A second brand of azure light blocked the blood blade. The two figures fought ferociously. Both scoring hits on their opponent. A reprieve in the volley of slashes as they paused again to converse. The vision set forth by an ever growing haze turned dark. Before it had completely vanished, a last and desperate slice was dealt. And in the darkness came forth a deep sensation of Pain. Profound and utter agony. A cry rang out in response to such torment and reverberated out beyond the confines of the dream.
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A scream escaped the small boy as he woke from the nightmare. The pain he felt so sure was his own coursed through his petite frame. Obi-Wan abruptly shot up and worked himself into the corner of the indention. His breathing haggard as he tried to release the shock of the dream. Tears streamed down his face as he endeavored to rid his memory of the vague images. He rocked his trembling form knowing sleep was no longer an option. He wished Tyaña was there, encircling him with her loving arms, but he knew that that would not happen any more. Obi-Wan sat in the vacant room, left to fend off the demons, alone.
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They released their hold and let their hands fall. Uncertainty hung in the air around them. But they smiled a polite greeting none-the-less. "Pleased to meet you too." Anakin said.
They collected themselves off the floor and headed into the rest of the ship. Qui-Gon suggested that Obi-Wan roam the cruiser to become more familiar with his new surroundings. Obi-Wan, however, guessed the real reason for the separation. Qui-Gon wanted to talk with Anakin, about him more than likely. But he accepted the offer and found himself wandering. Making his way to the heart of the vessel, he managed to bump into Padmè. In actuality, she bumped into him. When she realized who she ran into, she gave a meek smile. Worry hid beneath the kind gesture. "Hello, Obi. I was surprised to hear you were on board."
"Master Qui-Gon managed to free me. He offered to take me to the Temple to see if I could be trained as a Jedi." He explained. She nodded in confirmation. Then her haste began to surface.
"Do you happen to know where Anakin is?" She asked finally.
"He's with Master Qui-Gon. I think they needed to talk." He gave a small grin. "Probably about me." Obi-Wan added and the smile slowly faded. With that she pushed her urgency aside to regard this young boy. She realized what a change this all must be.
"This must be so different from what you're used to." She spoke her thought aloud.
"Not so different. I haven't always lived on Tatooine. Although I think I was born there. I had been taken on a slave ship and lived there for a while. Before Watto. It just happened that I ended up back where I started." He revealed openly. Padmè watched as a flash of something danced in his eyes and left before she could recognize it. His gaze drifted off absently down the hall behind her. She watched as some distant memory played-out in his mind. That's when she noticed the pain and fear that resided deep within the youth. So young to have witnessed such horrors. He turned to meet her deep chocolate eyes. The turbulent storm in the seas before her calmed and the grin returned. "But that was a while ago. I have a new life now. Where ever it might lead me."
***
"Now is not the time to argue with me." Qui-Gon curtly concluded. Softening his voice ha asked, "Can you please show me the results of the Midi-chlorian count?" He tried to calm the situation by changing the course of the conversation.
"Yes, Master." Anakin could barely hide the annoyance from his voice. He went to the terminal in their room and accessed the analysis that he had performed the day before. Qui-Gon came up behind his Padawan to review the findings. He sank down in a second chair as he read the same thing Anakin had. "I still don't know what this means. I mean for the Jedi."
"There must be some significance to this. It's a puzzle we'll have to address with the Council. Maybe they can offer some insight." They sat in reticence for a few minutes. The tall Knight sighed. The mission that started off so simply had escalated into a wild series of events. The emergence of a dark warrior; the discover f a remarkable boy; the narrow escape; and the invasion of the Trade Federation on Naboo had all happened within a matter of days. It was all so overwhelming. He resigned his earlier anger and turned to his apprentice. "I'm sorry about our disagreement. It's just there's something more to all this than meets the eye and I've been a little on edge as a result."
Now it was Anakin's turn. He had felt bad about arguing with his Master, however he was still a little chafed by the appearance of the new comer. "I'm sorry too, Master. But I think you should wait and see what the Council has to say before making any hasty decisions. Alright?"
"Of course." Qui-Gon agreed.
***
Padmè gave Obi-Wan a quick tour as she searched for Anakin. When the Jedi Padawan entered the corridor, Padmè excused herself as she had something important to discuss with the young man. Obi-Wan took his leave and found his way to a recreation room. In one of the corners was a small couch recessed in the wall. During his conversation with the handmaiden he learned that all the rooms were occupied. She offered to find him a place to sleep but he declined. He mentioned that he had slept in many awkward places through out his life and he would find a spot cozy enough for him to rest. While in flight, it's hard to determine day from night, so a schedule was rigidly followed while floating through the black void of space. He noted that they were entering the sleep cycle and decided this was as good a place as any to get some much desired shut-eye. He curled up on the hard little divan and swiftly surrender into the arms of darkness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two figures circled each other. Tension filled the air creating a physical presence that encompassed them. They were speaking but he could not hear the words. As they paced, he tried to draw closer, focus on the images of the faces, to no avail. They alluded him as deftly as the conversation. One figure was cloaked in darkness. The other brightly shined. It seemed that the dark form was shouting at the light just before the emergence of a crimson blade. The raven visage charged the milky rival. A second brand of azure light blocked the blood blade. The two figures fought ferociously. Both scoring hits on their opponent. A reprieve in the volley of slashes as they paused again to converse. The vision set forth by an ever growing haze turned dark. Before it had completely vanished, a last and desperate slice was dealt. And in the darkness came forth a deep sensation of Pain. Profound and utter agony. A cry rang out in response to such torment and reverberated out beyond the confines of the dream.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A scream escaped the small boy as he woke from the nightmare. The pain he felt so sure was his own coursed through his petite frame. Obi-Wan abruptly shot up and worked himself into the corner of the indention. His breathing haggard as he tried to release the shock of the dream. Tears streamed down his face as he endeavored to rid his memory of the vague images. He rocked his trembling form knowing sleep was no longer an option. He wished Tyaña was there, encircling him with her loving arms, but he knew that that would not happen any more. Obi-Wan sat in the vacant room, left to fend off the demons, alone.
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