Thank you, Cerasi5. The update is here, though it's not too long.
I'm afraid I can't tell you now if Obi lives or not, *W I L L O W*. I don't know that myself yet. But I will take your wish into consideration ;-) Thank you for the review.
Right, TallyG, poor kid. But its so much fun, don't you think :D
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The never-ending day blazed happily in the big city of planet Allura. Traffic flowed smoothly over the surface of the ground in an organized order of a bee beehive, penetrating the city in all directions on all levels. The even flow of the traffic was suddenly disrupted, broken, ripped apart by the three air cars - red, green and yellow. Three cars zipped past the tall polished buildings, disturbing the steady rumble of organized, common air cars by the shrill whine of their engines.
Not surprisingly, the air police cars - yellow with red strips - soon showed up. They permeated the air with howling sounds of sirens. The boys on the streets were gawking at the unexpected and exciting show.
Not that occupants of all the three chasing air cars knew that they were being followed, especially by police. The occupants of the first car had figured out they were being followed by the green car, but that was all they knew. Little did they know what an extensive retinue they had.
The occupants of the green car were more informed: they had noticed the bright commotion of police cars far behind them. But since the police was too far away from them they decided it had nothing to do with them. The driver of the car was hardly concentrating on the red car that loomed right in front of him - though not too close. Fortunately he was a very skilled driver - it was tricky to keep up with a constantly swiveling and wheeling, plunging and rising air car. In order to not loose the red car the green one was forced to repeat all the mad spins and twists the former made.
The third air car was at a big disadvantage - its only occupant had to not only repeat all that the green car was doing, but also try to avoid police. That would've been an impossible task for anyone but a Jedi. Unfortunately the Jedi Master didn't know the city well, so he couldn't even find a shortcut, forced to follow blindly the car ahead of him.
Qui-Gon steered his car forward and launched into yet another spin that ended in a narrow gorge between two buildings. With a loud shriek Qui-Gon's car scratched the wall. Leveling the car with an effort, the Master swore under his breath. He didn't like this at all. At least now I've lost the police, he thought, wiping his brow. And luckily he didn't loose the sight of that green car he was so doggedly pursuing. He wasn't aware that there was the red car - and real kidnappers - ahead of him as well.
What he was aware of was that Anisa and the driver weren't the only occupants of the green air car. There was someone else. And that someone was a Force-user - a dark Force-user. It distressed Qui-Gon, yet gave him some hope. He didn't like the thought of a dark Force-user - probably former Jedi - being involved into kidnapping of a Jedi Padawan. Yet the dark presence in the Force was so strong that Qui-Gon had no trouble following it. That meant he wouldn't loose them completely even if he did loose the sight of them. But that was little consolation.
Qui-Gon sat grimly at the controls of his small yellow air car. Usually when he and Obi-Wan needed to fly themselves, it was the Padawan that took controls. But not this time. Not this time…
Never taking his eyes away from the green air car ahead Qui-Gon once again ran in his thoughts over this long - way too long - day. Or were there many days? With the never-setting sun it was really hard to tell. He remembered the first glimpses of Obi-Wan's problem. Problem. Right. A very fitting word indeed, he thought, unconsciously rising a sarcastic eyebrow. And that 'problem' had taken his Padawan away. Qui-Gon gave out a snort, though there was no merriment in the sound.
As a matter of fact the 'problem' - Anisa Tontri - had taken Obi-Wan away from his Master. First she took his soul and now his body, too. There's nothing more to take. I have nothing more to loose. Qui-Gon jerked the gear to circle a municipal transport that was crawling like a baby-bantha.
Nothing more to loose. And the most dangerous people are those who have nothing left to loose, he suddenly thought. Oddly the thought brought some comfort. Dangerous? Do I want to be dangerous to her? he asked himself and searched his heart for the answer.
To his bewilderment the answer he came up with was - yes. Yes, I want to be dangerous, intimidating, whatever to get my Obi-Wan back… Wait. Qui-Gon shook his head to clear it a bit, which resulted in him almost crushing into a cargo transport. Barely avoiding the clumsy vehicle, the Master whirled his air car and zipped past it, ignoring the angry shouts of the transport's driver.
Wait, he repeated, getting himself back onto his line of thoughts. My desire to be dangerous to her is of the Darkside. I'm a Jedi Master, not some unruly initiate who wants to walk around being cool and tough. And I WILL act like a Master, not an initiate.
But I will NOT let her take away my Padawan.
Another spin, the air car flew under the low walkway. Out of reflex Qui-Gon dodged. When he looked up again he saw a very familiar-looking building - or rather a set of buildings come into view ahead. The three air cars were nearing the spaceport.
Qui-Gon punched controls hard, trying to get the car move faster, but the unyielding metal of the instrumental panel bit back with a sharp pain. The car won't go any faster. Growling in frustration, Qui-Gon threw a withering look at the green car.
Unappalled by the mighty Jedi's look, the green car whizzed into the parking zone of the spaceport. Qui-Gon pulled his own car after the green one. He searched for his pursued and for a moment of desperation he thought he had lost them in the crowded space of the parking zone, overfilled with air cars. He noisily blew out the air in relief when he spotted the slightly battered green car - only to frown when he realized it was empty.
Quickly parking his own car, Qui-Gon rushed to the space ships. He could feel the dark presence there, clearly reverberating through the Force, not muted even in the teeming building of the spaceport.
At the space ship's landing pad he halted, feverishly searching with his eyes for Anisa or Obi-Wan. His heart leapt into his throat then as abruptly plummeted into the pit of his stomach when he saw a small sleek passenger ship take of. The very ship where he felt the dark presence.
The ship slipped out of the busy area of the landing pad and flew into the blue sky, quickly reducing to a mere dot, a speck of hope that soon disappeared in the blue depth of the sky.
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