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Hours passed and Serrine continued her lecture. She argued the same points again and again. Pulling Obi-wan's guilt back into the light repeatedly. Finally, the door opened and a human Male walked in. Serrine greeted him with a smile. "Just in time. Class, this is my associate, Harenti. He will be continuing your lesson. Please proceed." Serrine turned and headed out.
Harenti began the speech again, bringing up the same points in a different manner. Beating the lessons in to the pupils' minds, he spoke methodically. His tone was hypnotic and the students tried their best to keep their minds functioning and their emotions neutral. He must have been able to listen to Serrine's discussion since he too played on Obi-wan's guilt. Hours went by and still he talked. Some time later the door opened and Serrine returned. "Tomorrow you will begin the re-education process. Maybe by doing an honest day's labour you will begin to appreciate the serenity of a simple life. Sleep well my children. We will resume class after your work is done." She glanced at Fiza. He stood and motioned the students to rise. They were escorted to a hall with a number of doors. One by one, the students were forced into a cell only a foot larger in each direction than the crates they were brought in. Once the door closed behind them, the children were again plunged into darkness. Every hour Fiza or Harenti would come and knock on each door. They claimed they were checking to see if the children were still there, but Obi-wan knew what they were doing. Obi-wan thanked the Force that it had brought him to Qui- gon. He had not realized what a gifted Master he had. By setting an example, Obi-wan had learned from his Master how to reserve his strength to keep alert with little sleep or food. Patiently, he waited for morning.
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The group returned to the Temple empty handed. Whomever took the progeny knew not to leave any traces. They could only hope that a message would come with demands or requests. Some form of indication on the status of their students. Qui-gon went to his room but could not sleep. The distance between Obi-wan and himself disturbed him. He couldn't rest knowing his Padawan was in danger. He tried to calm his mind and go into a meditative trance. He knew he needed to relax his body even if his mind continued to work. He remained that way for hours until he heard a soft knock on his entrance. He got up and opened it to find whom he suspected would be there. MiraCyn looked up at him as the door opened. He motioned her to come in and she accepted the invitation. She spoke, "I couldn't sleep either. Theirs is a disturbed slumber and I didn't want to be alone." Qui-gon nodded. She sat at a small table and played with her hands. "I'm worried."
"It's ok, we will find them," comforted the older Jedi. He remembered the confidence in her voice earlier and was disappointed to find it gone.
"It's not just that. Such a distance has never separated us. Every minute I feel like our connection is drifting further away. Before I could almost see what she was seeing. Hear what she could hear. Now I only receive feelings. Like an echo in my mind. If I loose all connection what good could I be to help save them?" She spoke her fears aloud, hoping he would understand.
"I have already lost my connection, but to give up all hope would be worse. As Jedi, we must utilize all resources before even contemplating defeat. There is still the possibility that we could get close enough to where they are being held that your connection will strengthen. You must have patience. Everything will be alright." His hand touched her shoulder and she looked up into his clear blue eyes. Her deep emerald eyes were rimmed red but she smiled at him none-the-less.
"May I please stay with you, I won't get in the way. I'll just sit here. I can't sleep anyway, but being with you makes me feel safe."
"You can have the bed. I'll stay out here in the chair. You really should try and rest." Qui-gon guided her into his room and tucked her in.
As he made his way out again she called to him, "Obi-wan must be very happy when he's with you. You have so much warmth to give." She smiled and closed her eyes.
Qui-gon made his way to the chair and thought about her comment. He would like to believe it were so. There had been a number of disagreements between them. Even still, he felt deep pride in his Padawan so often but sometimes didn't know how to express it. On many occasions Qui-gon had difficulty sharing his thoughts with Obi-wan and he could tell that it had hurt the boy. Mostly, they enjoyed each other's company but Qui-gon could not deny the conflicts between them. Qui-gon thought now that if he were to get Obi-wan back he would have to rectify those differences. He wanted Obi-wan to know how much he cares and trusts the boy. There were rocky times in the beginning, but they had overcome and their bond strong. He knew he would not be able to be with the boy forever but their time together, even in tribulations, should be gratifying. Deep in his thoughts he managed to drift off into darkness.
*****
Blinding light pierced the darkness and the students were forced from their enclosures. They were marched outside to a large open field. When the doors opened to the world beyond, the students felt the living Force crash into them. They had almost forgotten that their captivity cut them from their lifeline. Surrounded by it, they felt invigorated and strengthened by the connection. The sun above was bright and heated the fields around them. They walked out to the middle of the grounds and were broken into teams of two. Tinarah and Tesahn were sent down one row. Ten rows later Twik and Pet-trie were ordered down the isles. Obi-wan and MysAri were shoved into the field another ten rows further. They had all been instructed on their walks to the fields on what they should be doing. They had been told to loosen the ground and prune the vegetation to promote growth. Tesahn, Twik and Obi-wan were given an instrument to pull at the ground. The tool had a long handle and a small flat plate at the end. The teams were set so that one could loosen the ground and the other could prune.
Fiza guarded them from an overseer's hutch. It was capable of hovering along the fields to permit an overseer to watch over workers at any position. The hutch was also enclosed and you could tell the air was controlled. He often smiled at the exhausted teens and raised a glass to their efforts from inside.
The Jedi did their best to accomplish the task before them. None of them had ever really dealt with gardening or farming. There was always a possibility that one might end up in the Agricultural Corps, or another such organization, as Obi-wan had discovered. Fortunately, Qui-gon had also been sent on a mission to Bandomeer and Obi-wan had been saved from a life of farming. That had been just over three years ago. There had been many changes in his life since then. Obi-wan checked his vicinity to see if Fiza was hovering nearby. He could see the floating hutch near Tesahn and Tinarah. Calling the Force around him, Obi-wan searched for his Master. All he could sense was the void of a long distance. MysAri moved a little closer to him. Fiza was still hovering a distance away.
"The Force enhances our communication. If we worked together we could try and send a message to your Master through my sister. Our bonds to them can help us." MysAri whispered to him. Her voice seemed to blend in with the breeze, carrying it to Obi-wan. Obi-wan simply nodded back to her. They both concentrated. Obi-wan watched her light green eyes fade to yellow and then pure white as the Force gathered in strength. She looked at him and smiled.
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Qui-gon had been sitting in the Map Room at the Temple for sometime. He often visited this room to regain his center amidst the velvet quiet. The lights were dim and the stars moved around him. He had notified the Council where he was in case a communication came about the missing children. When the door opened and a small figure came in, he hoped it was Yoda, but could tell quickly that it wasn't. Qui-gon marveled at how she always managed to locate him. He smiled to himself but continued looking at the stars. MiraCyn gathered herself on a bench across the room from him and stared at the sparkles around her. They sat in silence a while absorbing the wonderment of the galaxy. "How many planets have you been to?" Her curiosity finally getting the better of her.
"Too numerous to count. And yet I have not even begun to touch the surface of the galaxy. Some I have visited more than others and I still feel like I have not visited some enough." Qui-gon did have certain planets that he enjoyed more than others.
"We have not been off of Coruscant since we were five. When we hear the stories of the cruelty that exists, we become timid and fearful of what we might find when we venture out. Yet even still we have hoped that when we are sent out, that the small contributions we make can lighten the burden. Is it wrong to feel afraid?" She gazed at Qui-gon now, seeking her answer. Her light green eyes going a shade darker.
"Feelings are never wrong. It is how we use them that can create friction. As long as you listen to your teachers and the Master that may guide you then you will make the Jedi proud. Be mindful of your feelings, they could come to aid you."
"We will do our best." She stood and strode to the center of the Map Room and reached out to touch a planet. Coruscant enlarged to show a more detailed landscape of the planet. Qui-gon watched the girl. Her eyes reflected the twinkling lights, the green iris' faded until only the pupils remained. He could feel the Force engulf the room. "Master Qui-gon," her voice seemed distant. "There are 6 of us here. 4 students and another Padawan. They are trying to persuade us to believe the Jedi are evil. I don't think they'll contact you until.." Her voice cut short and she let out a soft scream. MiraCyn grabbed at her wrist and sank to her knees. Qui-gon had stood up in alarm at the abrupt ending of the message. When the girl started going down, he gathered her in his arms. She gasped, "They were punished. The power of our link, the Force in it. So strong. Couldn't block it."
"Rest now. I'll contact the others. When you are ready, tell us everything you can about your communication. Rest." Qui-gon eased her disturbed mind and body by pulling the Force around them like a warm blanket. He sat her on a bench and moved away to contact LaMinott and Xichu Kren.
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Hours passed and Serrine continued her lecture. She argued the same points again and again. Pulling Obi-wan's guilt back into the light repeatedly. Finally, the door opened and a human Male walked in. Serrine greeted him with a smile. "Just in time. Class, this is my associate, Harenti. He will be continuing your lesson. Please proceed." Serrine turned and headed out.
Harenti began the speech again, bringing up the same points in a different manner. Beating the lessons in to the pupils' minds, he spoke methodically. His tone was hypnotic and the students tried their best to keep their minds functioning and their emotions neutral. He must have been able to listen to Serrine's discussion since he too played on Obi-wan's guilt. Hours went by and still he talked. Some time later the door opened and Serrine returned. "Tomorrow you will begin the re-education process. Maybe by doing an honest day's labour you will begin to appreciate the serenity of a simple life. Sleep well my children. We will resume class after your work is done." She glanced at Fiza. He stood and motioned the students to rise. They were escorted to a hall with a number of doors. One by one, the students were forced into a cell only a foot larger in each direction than the crates they were brought in. Once the door closed behind them, the children were again plunged into darkness. Every hour Fiza or Harenti would come and knock on each door. They claimed they were checking to see if the children were still there, but Obi-wan knew what they were doing. Obi-wan thanked the Force that it had brought him to Qui- gon. He had not realized what a gifted Master he had. By setting an example, Obi-wan had learned from his Master how to reserve his strength to keep alert with little sleep or food. Patiently, he waited for morning.
*****
The group returned to the Temple empty handed. Whomever took the progeny knew not to leave any traces. They could only hope that a message would come with demands or requests. Some form of indication on the status of their students. Qui-gon went to his room but could not sleep. The distance between Obi-wan and himself disturbed him. He couldn't rest knowing his Padawan was in danger. He tried to calm his mind and go into a meditative trance. He knew he needed to relax his body even if his mind continued to work. He remained that way for hours until he heard a soft knock on his entrance. He got up and opened it to find whom he suspected would be there. MiraCyn looked up at him as the door opened. He motioned her to come in and she accepted the invitation. She spoke, "I couldn't sleep either. Theirs is a disturbed slumber and I didn't want to be alone." Qui-gon nodded. She sat at a small table and played with her hands. "I'm worried."
"It's ok, we will find them," comforted the older Jedi. He remembered the confidence in her voice earlier and was disappointed to find it gone.
"It's not just that. Such a distance has never separated us. Every minute I feel like our connection is drifting further away. Before I could almost see what she was seeing. Hear what she could hear. Now I only receive feelings. Like an echo in my mind. If I loose all connection what good could I be to help save them?" She spoke her fears aloud, hoping he would understand.
"I have already lost my connection, but to give up all hope would be worse. As Jedi, we must utilize all resources before even contemplating defeat. There is still the possibility that we could get close enough to where they are being held that your connection will strengthen. You must have patience. Everything will be alright." His hand touched her shoulder and she looked up into his clear blue eyes. Her deep emerald eyes were rimmed red but she smiled at him none-the-less.
"May I please stay with you, I won't get in the way. I'll just sit here. I can't sleep anyway, but being with you makes me feel safe."
"You can have the bed. I'll stay out here in the chair. You really should try and rest." Qui-gon guided her into his room and tucked her in.
As he made his way out again she called to him, "Obi-wan must be very happy when he's with you. You have so much warmth to give." She smiled and closed her eyes.
Qui-gon made his way to the chair and thought about her comment. He would like to believe it were so. There had been a number of disagreements between them. Even still, he felt deep pride in his Padawan so often but sometimes didn't know how to express it. On many occasions Qui-gon had difficulty sharing his thoughts with Obi-wan and he could tell that it had hurt the boy. Mostly, they enjoyed each other's company but Qui-gon could not deny the conflicts between them. Qui-gon thought now that if he were to get Obi-wan back he would have to rectify those differences. He wanted Obi-wan to know how much he cares and trusts the boy. There were rocky times in the beginning, but they had overcome and their bond strong. He knew he would not be able to be with the boy forever but their time together, even in tribulations, should be gratifying. Deep in his thoughts he managed to drift off into darkness.
*****
Blinding light pierced the darkness and the students were forced from their enclosures. They were marched outside to a large open field. When the doors opened to the world beyond, the students felt the living Force crash into them. They had almost forgotten that their captivity cut them from their lifeline. Surrounded by it, they felt invigorated and strengthened by the connection. The sun above was bright and heated the fields around them. They walked out to the middle of the grounds and were broken into teams of two. Tinarah and Tesahn were sent down one row. Ten rows later Twik and Pet-trie were ordered down the isles. Obi-wan and MysAri were shoved into the field another ten rows further. They had all been instructed on their walks to the fields on what they should be doing. They had been told to loosen the ground and prune the vegetation to promote growth. Tesahn, Twik and Obi-wan were given an instrument to pull at the ground. The tool had a long handle and a small flat plate at the end. The teams were set so that one could loosen the ground and the other could prune.
Fiza guarded them from an overseer's hutch. It was capable of hovering along the fields to permit an overseer to watch over workers at any position. The hutch was also enclosed and you could tell the air was controlled. He often smiled at the exhausted teens and raised a glass to their efforts from inside.
The Jedi did their best to accomplish the task before them. None of them had ever really dealt with gardening or farming. There was always a possibility that one might end up in the Agricultural Corps, or another such organization, as Obi-wan had discovered. Fortunately, Qui-gon had also been sent on a mission to Bandomeer and Obi-wan had been saved from a life of farming. That had been just over three years ago. There had been many changes in his life since then. Obi-wan checked his vicinity to see if Fiza was hovering nearby. He could see the floating hutch near Tesahn and Tinarah. Calling the Force around him, Obi-wan searched for his Master. All he could sense was the void of a long distance. MysAri moved a little closer to him. Fiza was still hovering a distance away.
"The Force enhances our communication. If we worked together we could try and send a message to your Master through my sister. Our bonds to them can help us." MysAri whispered to him. Her voice seemed to blend in with the breeze, carrying it to Obi-wan. Obi-wan simply nodded back to her. They both concentrated. Obi-wan watched her light green eyes fade to yellow and then pure white as the Force gathered in strength. She looked at him and smiled.
*****
Qui-gon had been sitting in the Map Room at the Temple for sometime. He often visited this room to regain his center amidst the velvet quiet. The lights were dim and the stars moved around him. He had notified the Council where he was in case a communication came about the missing children. When the door opened and a small figure came in, he hoped it was Yoda, but could tell quickly that it wasn't. Qui-gon marveled at how she always managed to locate him. He smiled to himself but continued looking at the stars. MiraCyn gathered herself on a bench across the room from him and stared at the sparkles around her. They sat in silence a while absorbing the wonderment of the galaxy. "How many planets have you been to?" Her curiosity finally getting the better of her.
"Too numerous to count. And yet I have not even begun to touch the surface of the galaxy. Some I have visited more than others and I still feel like I have not visited some enough." Qui-gon did have certain planets that he enjoyed more than others.
"We have not been off of Coruscant since we were five. When we hear the stories of the cruelty that exists, we become timid and fearful of what we might find when we venture out. Yet even still we have hoped that when we are sent out, that the small contributions we make can lighten the burden. Is it wrong to feel afraid?" She gazed at Qui-gon now, seeking her answer. Her light green eyes going a shade darker.
"Feelings are never wrong. It is how we use them that can create friction. As long as you listen to your teachers and the Master that may guide you then you will make the Jedi proud. Be mindful of your feelings, they could come to aid you."
"We will do our best." She stood and strode to the center of the Map Room and reached out to touch a planet. Coruscant enlarged to show a more detailed landscape of the planet. Qui-gon watched the girl. Her eyes reflected the twinkling lights, the green iris' faded until only the pupils remained. He could feel the Force engulf the room. "Master Qui-gon," her voice seemed distant. "There are 6 of us here. 4 students and another Padawan. They are trying to persuade us to believe the Jedi are evil. I don't think they'll contact you until.." Her voice cut short and she let out a soft scream. MiraCyn grabbed at her wrist and sank to her knees. Qui-gon had stood up in alarm at the abrupt ending of the message. When the girl started going down, he gathered her in his arms. She gasped, "They were punished. The power of our link, the Force in it. So strong. Couldn't block it."
"Rest now. I'll contact the others. When you are ready, tell us everything you can about your communication. Rest." Qui-gon eased her disturbed mind and body by pulling the Force around them like a warm blanket. He sat her on a bench and moved away to contact LaMinott and Xichu Kren.
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