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Obi-wan sank to his knees under the punishment shock that coursed through his arm into his body. MysAri grabbed her arm, her jolt was not as severe as Obi-wan's. However, their Force link amplified the pain and she had inadvertently transmitted it to her sister. She cut off the line as quickly as she could. MysAri only hoped that whatever they managed to get across would help in some way.
Fiza's hutch floated above them now. "I would advise you /NOT/ to do that again. I have a Force sensitive instrument here. I could tell you were trying something, but as it spiked I knew you had tapped into the Force. This will be reported to Serrine. Now get back to work. Neither of you will be allowed break before class." Fiza floated off to warn the others of such misdemeanors.
When Fiza was far enough away, MysAri spoke, "Are you ok?"
Obi-wan tried to collect himself. He had hoped they could have sent a complete message to his Master and manage not to get caught. He should have known that they would have instruments that could measure the Force. This entire set-up was too well planned and thought-out to miss an obvious hazard like that. He was also angry at himself for not sensing the danger earlier. He had been overly concentrated on sending Qui-gon a message that he ignored the immediate threat. What would Qui-gon have said if he knew? He glanced at MysAri and felt a pang of guilt for getting her in trouble as well. Even though she offered to transmit the message, he should have been better guarded to protect her. He never worried about himself when others were threatened. The risks others took for him usually made him cautious to accept. His eagerness made him careless. Yet somewhere deep inside he knew that each being was responsible for their own actions. And the risks that they took, they had also accepted the consequences for. Still, he felt that being the oldest and most experienced Jedi there made him their protector. Even Fiza had recognized the potential hierarchy within the student body and made a point to subdue Obi-wan's impulsiveness early. Obi-wan nodded at MysAri to answer her question although his body still tingled.
MysAri gave a quick smile. "Good. We can always try again tomorrow, perhaps."
"No," Obi-wan interrupted. "I will not place you in danger again. We will have to wait and see if they have enough to find us. Only if our situation becomes too desperate will we consider this option again."
The debate closed MysAri moved back to the plants to resume her work. Obi- wan stood and collected the farming tool. All continued to work their way down the fields. As the sun peaked they could feel their bodies warming under the mid-day light.
Many hours later, Fiza told them that they could head back to the facility. The group trudged along as their tired overworked bodies made their way back. Once inside, they were guided to a small dining room. A female human, dressed in brown leather pants and a close fitting tunic, served them a piece of fruit and a glass of water. She had light brown hair that draped down to the small of her back. On the sides of her head, along her temples, two braids drew short lines and then fell behind her ears. Fiza sauntered in. "Antina, these two are not to receive their dinner. They have abused their freedom, and are to be punished." Fiza had yanked the trays away from Obi-wan and MysAri. He ate their miniscule ration and drank both glasses as he sat in a corner and kept watch. The others barely touched their fruit but drank their water greedily. Antina gave Fiza a look that revealed how little she cared for his power trips. Obi-wan knew he could hold out with minimal difficulty, but the longing in MysAri's eyes affected him more than his empty stomach and dry throat. He knew the others were students mostly, and the Temple did not really train extensively to do without regular meals. It was something that was up to a Master's discretion to teach a Padawan. Fifteen minutes later Fiza ushered them to the classroom where Serrine waited.
They sat at their desks and waited for Serrine to begin. Fiza cut in before her. "Two of your students misbehaved today during their enlightenment duty. I thought you should know."
"Really, which ones?" Serrine acted surprised. She had expected a few, at least, would try something when they were able to touch the Force. And she had a strong suspicion of who might have been one of the perpetrators.
"Kenobi and MysAri. They were using the Force. I couldn't entirely tell what they were doing, but Kenobi was talking to the girl, like she was a communication droid."
Serrine turned back to glare at Obi-wan and MysAri. "What were you two doing? We removed your comms." The two said nothing. Their eyes rested steadily on Serrine. She turned around, "If you will not tell me, I will be inclined to use other methods." Suddenly, Pet-trie gasped as her arm sparked.
"It's my fault!" MysAri cried out. "Leave her alone."
Obi-wan countered, "No, it was mine!"
Serrine silenced them quickly with a wave of her hand. "MysAri, how was it your fault? What were you doing?"
"I was trying to contact my sister. I told Obi-wan I could get a message through if we worked together."
"And how were you going to get a message to your sister without your comms?"
"Through the Force. There are many things it can do." Obi-wan interjected. He was unsure of how they would react to the link the sisters had.
"I wasn't asking you." Serrine said sternly. She turned back to MysAri. "Is that the truth?"
The girl's eyes wavered for a moment as they quickly shot toward Obi-wan and then back to Serrine. Slowly, she nodded. Serrine mimicked her for a moment, then glanced to Fiza. The brute smiled. The other students, now including Obi-wan, grabbed their wrists as Fiza charged their bracelets. "It's not something I can explain. We're twins. You figure it out." MysAri blurted to end the suffering around her. She was unaccustomed to the responsibility of others and her fortitude deteriorated as a result.
Taking in this new information, Serrine contemplated how this could effect her objectives. "How strong is your connection? Can you see through each other?"
"At times. It depends on interference. And the Force." She spoke truthfully, to save the others.
Serrine again looked toward Fiza, "Then we must eliminate the threat. We need your complete and total focus. You do not want to be saved by them. They will only force you to be part of the Jedi's evil." Fiza moved to MysAri and withdrew a hypo-injector. Obi-wan stood, but Fiza had already placed it against the girl's skin. He heard the hiss as the contents were injected. "We are not killing her. Unlike the Jedi, we only seek to bring knowledge not destruction. We are simply dampening her awareness to hinder the link. Your case will be handled a bit differently. As a Jedi Apprentice, you should have been aware of the possible risks. Yet you chose to defy us. We will need to break that learning barrier that prevents you from accepting our lessons. Fiza, escort our young Padawan to the Tube."
Obi-wan didn't know what the Tube was, but he didn't like the sound of it either. He looked back at MysAri. The chemicals that coursed through her worked quickly. The girl's eyes had glazed over and the color fluctuated, uncertain where to settle. Fiza nudged Obi-wan with the dull end of the electro-jabber. Obi-wan complied and lead the way out.
MysAri felt the rush of the injection. Her heart raced and she tried to slow it down to impede the poison's progress. The chemical was too swift as she felt her head lighten. Spots drifted across her vision and she could not hold a thought long enough to ponder it's meaning. She saw Fiza guide Obi-wan away and she wanted to yell at them, but her body didn't obey her. Soon the anxiety floated away. And she could no longer concentrate on Serrine's words.
*****
The Dresselian arrived within minutes of Qui-gon's communication. And Qui- gon could not blame him for his haste. LaMinott was just as worried about Twik as Qui-gon was about Obi-wan. The tall Jedi understood the trepidation the Master desperately fought to handle since their bond was not as secure as his own with Obi-wan. Xichu arrived some minutes later. Her honey- toned skin reflected the starlight appearing almost golden. The galaxy still moved about the room as they gathered. Once all were present, Qui- gon transferred his gaze toward MiraCyn. She had been quiet while they waited. When she felt the eyes of the Masters, she caught them with her own. Strength was behind her deep green eyes and her jaw set with new determination. "They are being held captive. We will not be getting any ransom requests or demands. They are there to be re-educated. The woman in charge believes that the Jedi are evil and has taken it upon herself to stop the corruption. Obi-wan helped amplify our connection to warn you, Master Qui-gon, that they are in great danger. They are not on Coruscant, all of this I have said before, however they are still within the Core Worlds. I saw fields around them. They were tending crops. That is all I can tell you, since the link had ended before I could get a clearer picture."
The Master's listened to her testimony with heavy interest. Xichu spoke first. "If they are still within the Core Worlds, our search has narrowed significantly. Mira mentioned crops. There could be two possibilities. Chandrila or Raltiir." Qui-gon and LaMinott nodded in recognition.
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Obi-wan was ushered into a small room. Along the back wall a narrow metal platform leaned. He could also see a cylinder hanging above it. Fiza motioned him to step on the platform. "Lean back. The rules are: 1) You are not allowed to move. 2) You are not allowed to make a sound. 3) We will get you when we feel you have repented. And 4) If you choose to break any of these rules, you will remain in the tube for as long as we see fit to punish you. Understand?" Obi-wan's eyes locked with Fiza's and they stared at each other, their wills battling. Finally, Fiza smiled as he sent the platform up towards the tube. The metal table remained reclined as it angled it's way into the shaft. The wall inside the cylinder illuminated as he glided inside. His head stopped near the end, which was closed off, and his feet a few inches from the opening.
At first, Obi-wan thought this would be simple. He could remain still for hours if he wished. His reclined position took some of the burden off his already aching feet, yet he knew as time wore on they could become even more tired and sore. The cylinder itself only gave Obi-wan inches around to move in any direction. He slowed his breathing and tried to drift into a trance. He closed his eyes to block out the dull light just a few inches from his face. He exhaled slowly. Suddenly, a warm breeze crossed his cheeks and he realized that the tube contained his breath and reflected it back toward him. Even with his slow rhythmic breathing, Obi-wan felt the urge to scramble free to get a good breath of cool air. Obi-wan realized now that he had greatly underestimated this punishment. For some time, he managed to push back his anxiety. But as time passed, his body only desired to squirm free and escape this trap but his mind opposed it. Claustrophobia became very real to him as his own breath threatened to choke him. He wanted to reach out and break this evil encasing yet he knew it would only prolong this anguish. His head began to swim sickly as the air around him warmed. He prayed that darkness would take him. His positioned denied him the luxury of blackness since he had to concentrate to stay on his little platform.
Hours passed and with each minute he begged they would come and set him free. He wanted to scream. He wanted to struggle. But to do so would only condemn him to more time in this foul prison. He tried his best to concentrate on other things, to keep his mind off this torment, to no avail. The lecture from the day before wore down his feelings leaving his heart heavy with guilt. The lack of sleep made his body weary. No food or drink drained his reserves. The hard heated labor of the day broke down the strength of his muscles. And his resolve crumbled under this misery. They were winning and he could care less as long as they released him from this confinement. Still no relief came and Obi-wan remained in his dismal wretchedness.
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Obi-wan sank to his knees under the punishment shock that coursed through his arm into his body. MysAri grabbed her arm, her jolt was not as severe as Obi-wan's. However, their Force link amplified the pain and she had inadvertently transmitted it to her sister. She cut off the line as quickly as she could. MysAri only hoped that whatever they managed to get across would help in some way.
Fiza's hutch floated above them now. "I would advise you /NOT/ to do that again. I have a Force sensitive instrument here. I could tell you were trying something, but as it spiked I knew you had tapped into the Force. This will be reported to Serrine. Now get back to work. Neither of you will be allowed break before class." Fiza floated off to warn the others of such misdemeanors.
When Fiza was far enough away, MysAri spoke, "Are you ok?"
Obi-wan tried to collect himself. He had hoped they could have sent a complete message to his Master and manage not to get caught. He should have known that they would have instruments that could measure the Force. This entire set-up was too well planned and thought-out to miss an obvious hazard like that. He was also angry at himself for not sensing the danger earlier. He had been overly concentrated on sending Qui-gon a message that he ignored the immediate threat. What would Qui-gon have said if he knew? He glanced at MysAri and felt a pang of guilt for getting her in trouble as well. Even though she offered to transmit the message, he should have been better guarded to protect her. He never worried about himself when others were threatened. The risks others took for him usually made him cautious to accept. His eagerness made him careless. Yet somewhere deep inside he knew that each being was responsible for their own actions. And the risks that they took, they had also accepted the consequences for. Still, he felt that being the oldest and most experienced Jedi there made him their protector. Even Fiza had recognized the potential hierarchy within the student body and made a point to subdue Obi-wan's impulsiveness early. Obi-wan nodded at MysAri to answer her question although his body still tingled.
MysAri gave a quick smile. "Good. We can always try again tomorrow, perhaps."
"No," Obi-wan interrupted. "I will not place you in danger again. We will have to wait and see if they have enough to find us. Only if our situation becomes too desperate will we consider this option again."
The debate closed MysAri moved back to the plants to resume her work. Obi- wan stood and collected the farming tool. All continued to work their way down the fields. As the sun peaked they could feel their bodies warming under the mid-day light.
Many hours later, Fiza told them that they could head back to the facility. The group trudged along as their tired overworked bodies made their way back. Once inside, they were guided to a small dining room. A female human, dressed in brown leather pants and a close fitting tunic, served them a piece of fruit and a glass of water. She had light brown hair that draped down to the small of her back. On the sides of her head, along her temples, two braids drew short lines and then fell behind her ears. Fiza sauntered in. "Antina, these two are not to receive their dinner. They have abused their freedom, and are to be punished." Fiza had yanked the trays away from Obi-wan and MysAri. He ate their miniscule ration and drank both glasses as he sat in a corner and kept watch. The others barely touched their fruit but drank their water greedily. Antina gave Fiza a look that revealed how little she cared for his power trips. Obi-wan knew he could hold out with minimal difficulty, but the longing in MysAri's eyes affected him more than his empty stomach and dry throat. He knew the others were students mostly, and the Temple did not really train extensively to do without regular meals. It was something that was up to a Master's discretion to teach a Padawan. Fifteen minutes later Fiza ushered them to the classroom where Serrine waited.
They sat at their desks and waited for Serrine to begin. Fiza cut in before her. "Two of your students misbehaved today during their enlightenment duty. I thought you should know."
"Really, which ones?" Serrine acted surprised. She had expected a few, at least, would try something when they were able to touch the Force. And she had a strong suspicion of who might have been one of the perpetrators.
"Kenobi and MysAri. They were using the Force. I couldn't entirely tell what they were doing, but Kenobi was talking to the girl, like she was a communication droid."
Serrine turned back to glare at Obi-wan and MysAri. "What were you two doing? We removed your comms." The two said nothing. Their eyes rested steadily on Serrine. She turned around, "If you will not tell me, I will be inclined to use other methods." Suddenly, Pet-trie gasped as her arm sparked.
"It's my fault!" MysAri cried out. "Leave her alone."
Obi-wan countered, "No, it was mine!"
Serrine silenced them quickly with a wave of her hand. "MysAri, how was it your fault? What were you doing?"
"I was trying to contact my sister. I told Obi-wan I could get a message through if we worked together."
"And how were you going to get a message to your sister without your comms?"
"Through the Force. There are many things it can do." Obi-wan interjected. He was unsure of how they would react to the link the sisters had.
"I wasn't asking you." Serrine said sternly. She turned back to MysAri. "Is that the truth?"
The girl's eyes wavered for a moment as they quickly shot toward Obi-wan and then back to Serrine. Slowly, she nodded. Serrine mimicked her for a moment, then glanced to Fiza. The brute smiled. The other students, now including Obi-wan, grabbed their wrists as Fiza charged their bracelets. "It's not something I can explain. We're twins. You figure it out." MysAri blurted to end the suffering around her. She was unaccustomed to the responsibility of others and her fortitude deteriorated as a result.
Taking in this new information, Serrine contemplated how this could effect her objectives. "How strong is your connection? Can you see through each other?"
"At times. It depends on interference. And the Force." She spoke truthfully, to save the others.
Serrine again looked toward Fiza, "Then we must eliminate the threat. We need your complete and total focus. You do not want to be saved by them. They will only force you to be part of the Jedi's evil." Fiza moved to MysAri and withdrew a hypo-injector. Obi-wan stood, but Fiza had already placed it against the girl's skin. He heard the hiss as the contents were injected. "We are not killing her. Unlike the Jedi, we only seek to bring knowledge not destruction. We are simply dampening her awareness to hinder the link. Your case will be handled a bit differently. As a Jedi Apprentice, you should have been aware of the possible risks. Yet you chose to defy us. We will need to break that learning barrier that prevents you from accepting our lessons. Fiza, escort our young Padawan to the Tube."
Obi-wan didn't know what the Tube was, but he didn't like the sound of it either. He looked back at MysAri. The chemicals that coursed through her worked quickly. The girl's eyes had glazed over and the color fluctuated, uncertain where to settle. Fiza nudged Obi-wan with the dull end of the electro-jabber. Obi-wan complied and lead the way out.
MysAri felt the rush of the injection. Her heart raced and she tried to slow it down to impede the poison's progress. The chemical was too swift as she felt her head lighten. Spots drifted across her vision and she could not hold a thought long enough to ponder it's meaning. She saw Fiza guide Obi-wan away and she wanted to yell at them, but her body didn't obey her. Soon the anxiety floated away. And she could no longer concentrate on Serrine's words.
*****
The Dresselian arrived within minutes of Qui-gon's communication. And Qui- gon could not blame him for his haste. LaMinott was just as worried about Twik as Qui-gon was about Obi-wan. The tall Jedi understood the trepidation the Master desperately fought to handle since their bond was not as secure as his own with Obi-wan. Xichu arrived some minutes later. Her honey- toned skin reflected the starlight appearing almost golden. The galaxy still moved about the room as they gathered. Once all were present, Qui- gon transferred his gaze toward MiraCyn. She had been quiet while they waited. When she felt the eyes of the Masters, she caught them with her own. Strength was behind her deep green eyes and her jaw set with new determination. "They are being held captive. We will not be getting any ransom requests or demands. They are there to be re-educated. The woman in charge believes that the Jedi are evil and has taken it upon herself to stop the corruption. Obi-wan helped amplify our connection to warn you, Master Qui-gon, that they are in great danger. They are not on Coruscant, all of this I have said before, however they are still within the Core Worlds. I saw fields around them. They were tending crops. That is all I can tell you, since the link had ended before I could get a clearer picture."
The Master's listened to her testimony with heavy interest. Xichu spoke first. "If they are still within the Core Worlds, our search has narrowed significantly. Mira mentioned crops. There could be two possibilities. Chandrila or Raltiir." Qui-gon and LaMinott nodded in recognition.
*****
Obi-wan was ushered into a small room. Along the back wall a narrow metal platform leaned. He could also see a cylinder hanging above it. Fiza motioned him to step on the platform. "Lean back. The rules are: 1) You are not allowed to move. 2) You are not allowed to make a sound. 3) We will get you when we feel you have repented. And 4) If you choose to break any of these rules, you will remain in the tube for as long as we see fit to punish you. Understand?" Obi-wan's eyes locked with Fiza's and they stared at each other, their wills battling. Finally, Fiza smiled as he sent the platform up towards the tube. The metal table remained reclined as it angled it's way into the shaft. The wall inside the cylinder illuminated as he glided inside. His head stopped near the end, which was closed off, and his feet a few inches from the opening.
At first, Obi-wan thought this would be simple. He could remain still for hours if he wished. His reclined position took some of the burden off his already aching feet, yet he knew as time wore on they could become even more tired and sore. The cylinder itself only gave Obi-wan inches around to move in any direction. He slowed his breathing and tried to drift into a trance. He closed his eyes to block out the dull light just a few inches from his face. He exhaled slowly. Suddenly, a warm breeze crossed his cheeks and he realized that the tube contained his breath and reflected it back toward him. Even with his slow rhythmic breathing, Obi-wan felt the urge to scramble free to get a good breath of cool air. Obi-wan realized now that he had greatly underestimated this punishment. For some time, he managed to push back his anxiety. But as time passed, his body only desired to squirm free and escape this trap but his mind opposed it. Claustrophobia became very real to him as his own breath threatened to choke him. He wanted to reach out and break this evil encasing yet he knew it would only prolong this anguish. His head began to swim sickly as the air around him warmed. He prayed that darkness would take him. His positioned denied him the luxury of blackness since he had to concentrate to stay on his little platform.
Hours passed and with each minute he begged they would come and set him free. He wanted to scream. He wanted to struggle. But to do so would only condemn him to more time in this foul prison. He tried his best to concentrate on other things, to keep his mind off this torment, to no avail. The lecture from the day before wore down his feelings leaving his heart heavy with guilt. The lack of sleep made his body weary. No food or drink drained his reserves. The hard heated labor of the day broke down the strength of his muscles. And his resolve crumbled under this misery. They were winning and he could care less as long as they released him from this confinement. Still no relief came and Obi-wan remained in his dismal wretchedness.
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