BlueElli - Thanks! : ) I hope you're feeling better.
JediKnightBalthasar - Thanks. Yes, they are mean. And it's ok about the teacher thing. I didn't even think about it until you mentioned it. Anyway, no martyrs, at least not htat I know of yet. And as for Obi and Mys, we'll see what happens. (I have some other stories with Mys that I'll post later, so keep an eye out. ; ) )
Kat - Will do. : D
Mrs Wood - Awww, you're so sweet. Thanks for the support! : D
Kaehimi - Thanks. : 8} I don't think it's /that/ good. Here's more for you!! : D
Jessica - NP and I think another e-mail is warranted. ; ) And just you wait, things twist even further down. ] : )
TAK - Thanks! And here is more to aid as your life line. ; )
DOUBLE POSTS again today, lucky peeps. Hope you enjoy!! : D
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"What? You can't be serious. We know where they are now. It's not just a guess." Xichu cut in before Qui-gon could voice his horrified opinion. The Council surrounded them.
"Just because you have a good indication of where they are, you still need to devise a plan to rescue them. Once we are satisfied with what you have come up with will we give our approval." Mace's commanding voice covered the room.
"Is there something you are not telling us?" Qui-gon asked. "We need to save those students and you seem to be blocking us. Why?"
"There are only suspicions, speculations. But we need to verify who we are dealing with before we can permit a hap-hazard rescue," Mace rebuttaled.
"We will be hearing from Astri shortly. I suggest you find out that information before we leave tomorrow. Either way, I know I will be going." Qui-gon defied.
MiraCyn spoke up for the first time in front of the Council. "I am just a student. But I have to agree with Master Qui-gon. If you delay us any longer there will be no one to save. I keep getting that feeling when my mind is clear. I will join Master Qui-gon when he leaves tomorrow."
"Realize you do that you commit a serious offense for a Jedi Student?" Yoda stated. Peering at the girl.
"Yes, Masters, I do. But I cannot abandon my sister. As much as I want to be a Jedi, I am fully aware she is my blood. I cannot rest until I know she is safe. I'm sorry." MiraCyn never faltered under their gaze.
Yoda grunted and turned to Mace. "Then our best we will do to determine your advisary. Come to us in the morning. Tell you what we learned we will."
The four bowed and walked out. They headed to their quarters knowing that time was running out. Qui-gon found a message waiting for him when he returned. He knew who it was from and accessed it. Astri's image appeared. "Qui-gon, I found out there is a small shipment arriving very early tomorrow morning from Chandrila. It's landing at a port near the Merchant district. I believe the name was Port Co Lorant. I think it sometimes has some shady dealings there. I've transmitted you the co- ordinates. If you need anything else please contact me. Good luck."
Qui-gon contemplated this new information. He found it quite ironic, or maybe it was on purpose. He though back to when they had first arrived on Coruscant. He had glanced back at the building they had exited from. Grime and soot covered most of the writing above the hanger. All you could make out was 'P rt C Lor t' on top of the building. He knew that it was the same place they had docked only a few days before. He accessed the main computer and found the owner's name. He made a call to Hewk Lorant. He received a message stating that he no longer lived on Coruscant. A dead end. He needed to contact someone in charge there to assist him. Qui-gon decided to contact J'fidah to see if he might happen to know who was in charge. The image of his friend shown in pale blue. J'fidah wiped his eyes wearily. He had obviously been sleeping. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need your help."
"No matter, No matter. Anything, have you had any news?" J'fidah replied to his friend.
"None from them. But we have narrowed down the Planet that they are on."
"Oh, and where are they?" The grogginess in J'fidah's voice edged out.
"Chandrila. That's why I need your help. There is a shipment coming in from Chandrila early this morning. I need to find out who operates Port Co Lorant so that they can help me stall the deliverer. Do you know who that is? I received notice that Hewk Lorant is no longer here."
"Of course I know who owns it. It's me." J'fidah smiled.
Qui-gon hid his bewilderment and dove into the problem at hand. "Then can you help me. I want to hold up the shipper so that I may either talk to them or trace them. Do you have any ideas?"
The image thought for a moment before speaking. "What are they shipping?"
"Chaawn Root."
"Hmmm, I do have an idea. Once they land and make their delivery, I will close up the hanger. Most shipments of Chaawn Root attract a parasite to ships while travelling in deep space. No one's figured out why yet. The problem is these little buggers can be very damaging to spacecraft. On short trips like that they are not an issue until they're off into space again. They clog up vents and eat through metal and wiring trying to get at that damn root. Even though we can't smell it anymore, they are still attracted to something. The other problem is that once they land in a port the critters can infest other ships. Most of the time the entire port has to be closed and fumigated to get rid of 'em. That takes at least three hours. We can figure out what we need to do by then. What do you think?"
"I think it's perfect. Contact me when you've delivered the bad news to the pilot." Qui-gon ended the call and readied himself for bed. He managed to drift off into a light sleep.
After a few hours, an insistent rapping came upon his door. Qui-gon pulled himself from bed and headed to the entry. MiraCyn stood beyond with worried eyes. She walked in as soon as the doorway opened. "I can't sleep anymore. I had a horrible nightmare. And I heard Mys asking me where was I? And that I should come quickly." Then she looked up at the tall Jedi compassionately. "And that Obi-wan will not survive much longer." She waited for him to accept what she said.
Qui-gon's fears sprang up inside of him again. He did his best to deny them. He had been feeling like his apprentice was slipping further and further away from him. Qui-gon feared that he would be too late. Like he had been too late for Tahl on New Apsolon. His heart ached, he couldn't live if Obi-wan were taken from him too. Qui-gon looked at a Chrono and knew the ship should have arrived already. He decided he couldn't wait any longer and headed to his room. "Stay here. I will be back in a moment." He promptly got dressed.
MiraCyn had already anticipated that they would act quickly and had come fully prepared. She had dressed herself in clothes that regular citizens would done. She knew whatever their actions would be they would be done under the guise of the general populous. If the captors had any inclination that the Jedi were on their trail anything could happen. They could not place the prisoners at risk. Qui-gon emerged in similar clothes to hers. A cloak hid the lightsaber at his side. "Come." He instructed simply and MiraCyn followed.
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I don't want to make the same deal here as I made with TEBY, but please keep posting reviews. It aids the creative process. In other words.. Reviews = more story. ] : ) Thanks again for those that have!
JediKnightBalthasar - Thanks. Yes, they are mean. And it's ok about the teacher thing. I didn't even think about it until you mentioned it. Anyway, no martyrs, at least not htat I know of yet. And as for Obi and Mys, we'll see what happens. (I have some other stories with Mys that I'll post later, so keep an eye out. ; ) )
Kat - Will do. : D
Mrs Wood - Awww, you're so sweet. Thanks for the support! : D
Kaehimi - Thanks. : 8} I don't think it's /that/ good. Here's more for you!! : D
Jessica - NP and I think another e-mail is warranted. ; ) And just you wait, things twist even further down. ] : )
TAK - Thanks! And here is more to aid as your life line. ; )
DOUBLE POSTS again today, lucky peeps. Hope you enjoy!! : D
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"What? You can't be serious. We know where they are now. It's not just a guess." Xichu cut in before Qui-gon could voice his horrified opinion. The Council surrounded them.
"Just because you have a good indication of where they are, you still need to devise a plan to rescue them. Once we are satisfied with what you have come up with will we give our approval." Mace's commanding voice covered the room.
"Is there something you are not telling us?" Qui-gon asked. "We need to save those students and you seem to be blocking us. Why?"
"There are only suspicions, speculations. But we need to verify who we are dealing with before we can permit a hap-hazard rescue," Mace rebuttaled.
"We will be hearing from Astri shortly. I suggest you find out that information before we leave tomorrow. Either way, I know I will be going." Qui-gon defied.
MiraCyn spoke up for the first time in front of the Council. "I am just a student. But I have to agree with Master Qui-gon. If you delay us any longer there will be no one to save. I keep getting that feeling when my mind is clear. I will join Master Qui-gon when he leaves tomorrow."
"Realize you do that you commit a serious offense for a Jedi Student?" Yoda stated. Peering at the girl.
"Yes, Masters, I do. But I cannot abandon my sister. As much as I want to be a Jedi, I am fully aware she is my blood. I cannot rest until I know she is safe. I'm sorry." MiraCyn never faltered under their gaze.
Yoda grunted and turned to Mace. "Then our best we will do to determine your advisary. Come to us in the morning. Tell you what we learned we will."
The four bowed and walked out. They headed to their quarters knowing that time was running out. Qui-gon found a message waiting for him when he returned. He knew who it was from and accessed it. Astri's image appeared. "Qui-gon, I found out there is a small shipment arriving very early tomorrow morning from Chandrila. It's landing at a port near the Merchant district. I believe the name was Port Co Lorant. I think it sometimes has some shady dealings there. I've transmitted you the co- ordinates. If you need anything else please contact me. Good luck."
Qui-gon contemplated this new information. He found it quite ironic, or maybe it was on purpose. He though back to when they had first arrived on Coruscant. He had glanced back at the building they had exited from. Grime and soot covered most of the writing above the hanger. All you could make out was 'P rt C Lor t' on top of the building. He knew that it was the same place they had docked only a few days before. He accessed the main computer and found the owner's name. He made a call to Hewk Lorant. He received a message stating that he no longer lived on Coruscant. A dead end. He needed to contact someone in charge there to assist him. Qui-gon decided to contact J'fidah to see if he might happen to know who was in charge. The image of his friend shown in pale blue. J'fidah wiped his eyes wearily. He had obviously been sleeping. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need your help."
"No matter, No matter. Anything, have you had any news?" J'fidah replied to his friend.
"None from them. But we have narrowed down the Planet that they are on."
"Oh, and where are they?" The grogginess in J'fidah's voice edged out.
"Chandrila. That's why I need your help. There is a shipment coming in from Chandrila early this morning. I need to find out who operates Port Co Lorant so that they can help me stall the deliverer. Do you know who that is? I received notice that Hewk Lorant is no longer here."
"Of course I know who owns it. It's me." J'fidah smiled.
Qui-gon hid his bewilderment and dove into the problem at hand. "Then can you help me. I want to hold up the shipper so that I may either talk to them or trace them. Do you have any ideas?"
The image thought for a moment before speaking. "What are they shipping?"
"Chaawn Root."
"Hmmm, I do have an idea. Once they land and make their delivery, I will close up the hanger. Most shipments of Chaawn Root attract a parasite to ships while travelling in deep space. No one's figured out why yet. The problem is these little buggers can be very damaging to spacecraft. On short trips like that they are not an issue until they're off into space again. They clog up vents and eat through metal and wiring trying to get at that damn root. Even though we can't smell it anymore, they are still attracted to something. The other problem is that once they land in a port the critters can infest other ships. Most of the time the entire port has to be closed and fumigated to get rid of 'em. That takes at least three hours. We can figure out what we need to do by then. What do you think?"
"I think it's perfect. Contact me when you've delivered the bad news to the pilot." Qui-gon ended the call and readied himself for bed. He managed to drift off into a light sleep.
After a few hours, an insistent rapping came upon his door. Qui-gon pulled himself from bed and headed to the entry. MiraCyn stood beyond with worried eyes. She walked in as soon as the doorway opened. "I can't sleep anymore. I had a horrible nightmare. And I heard Mys asking me where was I? And that I should come quickly." Then she looked up at the tall Jedi compassionately. "And that Obi-wan will not survive much longer." She waited for him to accept what she said.
Qui-gon's fears sprang up inside of him again. He did his best to deny them. He had been feeling like his apprentice was slipping further and further away from him. Qui-gon feared that he would be too late. Like he had been too late for Tahl on New Apsolon. His heart ached, he couldn't live if Obi-wan were taken from him too. Qui-gon looked at a Chrono and knew the ship should have arrived already. He decided he couldn't wait any longer and headed to his room. "Stay here. I will be back in a moment." He promptly got dressed.
MiraCyn had already anticipated that they would act quickly and had come fully prepared. She had dressed herself in clothes that regular citizens would done. She knew whatever their actions would be they would be done under the guise of the general populous. If the captors had any inclination that the Jedi were on their trail anything could happen. They could not place the prisoners at risk. Qui-gon emerged in similar clothes to hers. A cloak hid the lightsaber at his side. "Come." He instructed simply and MiraCyn followed.
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I don't want to make the same deal here as I made with TEBY, but please keep posting reviews. It aids the creative process. In other words.. Reviews = more story. ] : ) Thanks again for those that have!