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The Council, LaMinott and Xichu waited silently. They had convened primarily to address the four Jedi's concerns about the missing Initiates captors. However, Qui-gon nor MiraCyn had arrived and the group was growing impatient. Finally, the great doors opened and they expected to see the tall Jedi stride in. However, only the small form of MiraCyn entered. Their questioning gaze followed her to the center of the room. "Masters," she began. "I apologize for my tardiness, however the situation has further developed." She paused and Mace took the opportunity.
"And where is Master Qui-gon?" Even the senior Council member could not mask the hint of annoyance.
"He is already on his way to Chandrila. And I have come to fetch Masters Xichu and LaMinott as per Qui-gon's request." Her tone steady and sure even under the pressure of so many eyes. She had prepared herself for the weight of their displeasure and cast it aside, knowing her fellow students' lives were held in the balance.
"Why?" The dark Master inquired.
"Because we need them to support our plan. We need to leave immediately in order to land on Chandrila as close as possible to Qui-gon's arrival." She replied.
"Know you that some information we have?" The diminutive Master interjected. "Wished to hear it you had. Dismiss you we have not."
"Our apologies, Master Yoda." LaMinott stated. "May I make a suggestion?"
"Please do," Mace requested.
"I will remain to hear out the information you have for us. Let Xichu and MiraCyn follow Master Qui-gon for support. And I will go once I have all that you have given me. Would that be sufficient?"
"Alright, You may relay the information since Master Qui-gon has headed off in haste. Go before he jeopardizes the rescue." The two females nodded and hurried out.
Once outside the Council doors, Xichu sighed, "He only said to stall them, not to cover for him. I thought he was going to wait for us before jumping into a plan."
"Well, we had a lead we couldn't let slip away from us. We've got to hurry. J'fidah found us a transport leaving in a few minutes. I'll explain more on the way." MiraCyn ushered the Master through the halls to the waiting ship.
*****
Qui-Gon was beginning to think this plan was a bad idea. He was cramped and uncomfortable. When he originally thought of the concept, J'fidah eagerly helped. Together they worked zealously to create a hidden compartment in a wall of the ship. Stowing himself away in the confined space was a hasty decision, however, he felt he had just cause. This woman had come in contact with his beloved Padawan, and he could not let her get away without some sort of guidance. He had the feeling that to force her into assisting them could deter their chances of finding the students alive.
After the craft had entered into hyperspace, Qui-Gon used his touch in the Force to see beyond his cell. Antina, as he learned was the pilot's name, had made her way to her cabin to rest. It would only take a few hours to travel between the two worlds and felt that she needed to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Qui-Gon followed her lead and found himself in a disturbed slumber. Before he fully succumbed to the darkness he mentally called to his ward. {Hold on, Obi-Wan. I'm coming.}
*** Antina woke to the beeping of an alarm. She had set the autopilot to alert her when they were about to re-enter normal space. She swiftly moved back into the cockpit to navigate the vessel toward the spaceport closest to her final destination. After receiving clearance verification, she deftly settled her craft into a busy hanger. Determined to end this business relationship, she exited her ship to locate a local lending dealer. As she searched, a young girl approached her. Antina could see the tears lining the youthful face and the sadness in her brilliant emerald eyes. In a diminutive voice the girl said, "I'm lost. Can you help me find my mother?" Memory teased the pilot, there was a time when she was lost. She could not resist the pull of the red-rimmed eyes.
"Of course, I'll help you. What does she look like?" Antina glanced around her, it was morning, and the spaceport was crowded. She tried to hide the sigh that escaped. This might take longer than I thought. Another delay. She looked back at the scared little girl and smiled. She wanted to reassure the girl that everything would be all right.
"She's about your height with black hair and a slightly darker complexion." Described the girl. Antina absorbed the information. The girl held up a hand, and the pilot accepted it. Together they searched the hangers and information desks scattered through out the area.
Finally, the girl paused. "I think I hear her. Come on!" She announced excitedly. And the girl dragged Antina to a calling voice.
"Mira?! Mira?!" Could be discerned from the rumble of the crowd. Antina saw a woman fitting the girl's description calling frantically into the din, looking about at the multitude of people wandering around. The girl continued to pull the woman behind her.
She answer the fervent cry, "Mom!! Mom!" The worried woman spied the two trying to weave through the bodies. She started for them in return. As they grew near, the girl stopped. Turning back to the pilot, she reached up to hug her helper. Antina knelt down to allow the girl a better hold. "Thank you so much!!"
Antina smiled back. "You're welcome." She watched as the two searching relatives embraced. Mira waved back and the Mother gave a grateful nod. Antina returned the gesture before heading off to finish what she came to do.
The couple watched her fade into the crowd before talking. "So?" the mother asked.
"The transmitter is hidden under her collar. We should be able to trace her movements and her any conversations she is within ear shot of." Mira grinned at Xichu.
"You were very believable. And I'm amazed at how well you can manipulate your image in the Force. I don't think she could recognize the resemblance." MiraCyn accepted the praise with a second hug to the Master. Now all they had to do was wait for Qui-Gon to emerge.
*****
Obi-wan had been imprisoned in the Tube the entire night. Convulsions brought on by coughing fits and exhausted muscles occurred frequently throughout his captivity in the crypt. Obi-wan's awareness drifted and he no longer was conscious of his surroundings. His eyes became clouded vacant voids, as his illness progress and forced him into a fevered haze. Detached from his body, Obi-wan floated through his memories. Moments of happiness were easily overshadowed those full of guilt and despair, threatening to swallow him. He could only guess as to how long he remained in the vial cylinder but he surmised that it should be soon. He lingered in misery.
Some time later, Serrine entered the room with Harenti and Fiza trailing behind her. She commanded Fiza, "Let him out." Fiza complied and activated the mechanism that retracted the platform. As the slab containing the ailing boy lowered, Harenti noticed Serrine's stern facade deteriorate. When the support touched down, the pale boy simply slid down to the ground since his weary limbs would not support him. Serrine, quickly made her way to gather the young Jedi in her arms. Without realizing it, she had started to cry. "Don't leave me," she pleaded. "I don't want to loose you. Please, don't go. Why couldn't you have come back to me? Why did you have to be so brave and noble?" Her desperate voice took the others off guard. Harenti understood now that the situation had changed. Their leader obviously careened between an old memory and reality. He glanced toward Fiza, who simply smiled at the pathetic site. Fiza also comprehended this turn of events. He knew he would finally be able to be himself and his grin widened. Serrine continued in her reverie, "Torrine. Torrine, I loved you!"
Harenti closed in on the two huddled forms. Guessing at her reaction, he tried to comfort the distraught leader. "We can try to save him." With as much compassion he could muster, he continued. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of him." He motioned Fiza over to pull the boy away from the unsettled commander. Fiza pulled Obi-Wan's limp form from the woman's arms. Harenti remained a moment longer to comfort the sobbing matron before following Fiza out. Once outside, Fiza gave him a questioning look. "This farce is over. It would have been easier if she succeeded, but no matter. We are still in control. Take him to the lab. I'll gather the others. Take them back out to the fields. I will figure out what to do once they get back." Fiza nodded and they headed off in different directions.
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Mrs Wood - Thanks. :8} I have a lot going on so I will do my best to keep up. : )
BlueElli - Here's another chapter for you. You are such a good reader. Keep it up! ; )
Liaynette - Alright, I'll keep going. : D Just hope this helps for the time being.
Tak- Thank you. :8} I try. : )
JediKnightBalthasar - You'll see soon enough. ] : )
Anyway, here is your chapter.....
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The Council, LaMinott and Xichu waited silently. They had convened primarily to address the four Jedi's concerns about the missing Initiates captors. However, Qui-gon nor MiraCyn had arrived and the group was growing impatient. Finally, the great doors opened and they expected to see the tall Jedi stride in. However, only the small form of MiraCyn entered. Their questioning gaze followed her to the center of the room. "Masters," she began. "I apologize for my tardiness, however the situation has further developed." She paused and Mace took the opportunity.
"And where is Master Qui-gon?" Even the senior Council member could not mask the hint of annoyance.
"He is already on his way to Chandrila. And I have come to fetch Masters Xichu and LaMinott as per Qui-gon's request." Her tone steady and sure even under the pressure of so many eyes. She had prepared herself for the weight of their displeasure and cast it aside, knowing her fellow students' lives were held in the balance.
"Why?" The dark Master inquired.
"Because we need them to support our plan. We need to leave immediately in order to land on Chandrila as close as possible to Qui-gon's arrival." She replied.
"Know you that some information we have?" The diminutive Master interjected. "Wished to hear it you had. Dismiss you we have not."
"Our apologies, Master Yoda." LaMinott stated. "May I make a suggestion?"
"Please do," Mace requested.
"I will remain to hear out the information you have for us. Let Xichu and MiraCyn follow Master Qui-gon for support. And I will go once I have all that you have given me. Would that be sufficient?"
"Alright, You may relay the information since Master Qui-gon has headed off in haste. Go before he jeopardizes the rescue." The two females nodded and hurried out.
Once outside the Council doors, Xichu sighed, "He only said to stall them, not to cover for him. I thought he was going to wait for us before jumping into a plan."
"Well, we had a lead we couldn't let slip away from us. We've got to hurry. J'fidah found us a transport leaving in a few minutes. I'll explain more on the way." MiraCyn ushered the Master through the halls to the waiting ship.
*****
Qui-Gon was beginning to think this plan was a bad idea. He was cramped and uncomfortable. When he originally thought of the concept, J'fidah eagerly helped. Together they worked zealously to create a hidden compartment in a wall of the ship. Stowing himself away in the confined space was a hasty decision, however, he felt he had just cause. This woman had come in contact with his beloved Padawan, and he could not let her get away without some sort of guidance. He had the feeling that to force her into assisting them could deter their chances of finding the students alive.
After the craft had entered into hyperspace, Qui-Gon used his touch in the Force to see beyond his cell. Antina, as he learned was the pilot's name, had made her way to her cabin to rest. It would only take a few hours to travel between the two worlds and felt that she needed to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Qui-Gon followed her lead and found himself in a disturbed slumber. Before he fully succumbed to the darkness he mentally called to his ward. {Hold on, Obi-Wan. I'm coming.}
*** Antina woke to the beeping of an alarm. She had set the autopilot to alert her when they were about to re-enter normal space. She swiftly moved back into the cockpit to navigate the vessel toward the spaceport closest to her final destination. After receiving clearance verification, she deftly settled her craft into a busy hanger. Determined to end this business relationship, she exited her ship to locate a local lending dealer. As she searched, a young girl approached her. Antina could see the tears lining the youthful face and the sadness in her brilliant emerald eyes. In a diminutive voice the girl said, "I'm lost. Can you help me find my mother?" Memory teased the pilot, there was a time when she was lost. She could not resist the pull of the red-rimmed eyes.
"Of course, I'll help you. What does she look like?" Antina glanced around her, it was morning, and the spaceport was crowded. She tried to hide the sigh that escaped. This might take longer than I thought. Another delay. She looked back at the scared little girl and smiled. She wanted to reassure the girl that everything would be all right.
"She's about your height with black hair and a slightly darker complexion." Described the girl. Antina absorbed the information. The girl held up a hand, and the pilot accepted it. Together they searched the hangers and information desks scattered through out the area.
Finally, the girl paused. "I think I hear her. Come on!" She announced excitedly. And the girl dragged Antina to a calling voice.
"Mira?! Mira?!" Could be discerned from the rumble of the crowd. Antina saw a woman fitting the girl's description calling frantically into the din, looking about at the multitude of people wandering around. The girl continued to pull the woman behind her.
She answer the fervent cry, "Mom!! Mom!" The worried woman spied the two trying to weave through the bodies. She started for them in return. As they grew near, the girl stopped. Turning back to the pilot, she reached up to hug her helper. Antina knelt down to allow the girl a better hold. "Thank you so much!!"
Antina smiled back. "You're welcome." She watched as the two searching relatives embraced. Mira waved back and the Mother gave a grateful nod. Antina returned the gesture before heading off to finish what she came to do.
The couple watched her fade into the crowd before talking. "So?" the mother asked.
"The transmitter is hidden under her collar. We should be able to trace her movements and her any conversations she is within ear shot of." Mira grinned at Xichu.
"You were very believable. And I'm amazed at how well you can manipulate your image in the Force. I don't think she could recognize the resemblance." MiraCyn accepted the praise with a second hug to the Master. Now all they had to do was wait for Qui-Gon to emerge.
*****
Obi-wan had been imprisoned in the Tube the entire night. Convulsions brought on by coughing fits and exhausted muscles occurred frequently throughout his captivity in the crypt. Obi-wan's awareness drifted and he no longer was conscious of his surroundings. His eyes became clouded vacant voids, as his illness progress and forced him into a fevered haze. Detached from his body, Obi-wan floated through his memories. Moments of happiness were easily overshadowed those full of guilt and despair, threatening to swallow him. He could only guess as to how long he remained in the vial cylinder but he surmised that it should be soon. He lingered in misery.
Some time later, Serrine entered the room with Harenti and Fiza trailing behind her. She commanded Fiza, "Let him out." Fiza complied and activated the mechanism that retracted the platform. As the slab containing the ailing boy lowered, Harenti noticed Serrine's stern facade deteriorate. When the support touched down, the pale boy simply slid down to the ground since his weary limbs would not support him. Serrine, quickly made her way to gather the young Jedi in her arms. Without realizing it, she had started to cry. "Don't leave me," she pleaded. "I don't want to loose you. Please, don't go. Why couldn't you have come back to me? Why did you have to be so brave and noble?" Her desperate voice took the others off guard. Harenti understood now that the situation had changed. Their leader obviously careened between an old memory and reality. He glanced toward Fiza, who simply smiled at the pathetic site. Fiza also comprehended this turn of events. He knew he would finally be able to be himself and his grin widened. Serrine continued in her reverie, "Torrine. Torrine, I loved you!"
Harenti closed in on the two huddled forms. Guessing at her reaction, he tried to comfort the distraught leader. "We can try to save him." With as much compassion he could muster, he continued. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of him." He motioned Fiza over to pull the boy away from the unsettled commander. Fiza pulled Obi-Wan's limp form from the woman's arms. Harenti remained a moment longer to comfort the sobbing matron before following Fiza out. Once outside, Fiza gave him a questioning look. "This farce is over. It would have been easier if she succeeded, but no matter. We are still in control. Take him to the lab. I'll gather the others. Take them back out to the fields. I will figure out what to do once they get back." Fiza nodded and they headed off in different directions.
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