Thanks again everyone for reading this fic of mine. :D I hope you like
this last bit. :p
kaehimi - Yeah, forests can sometimes be very frightening.
Samskid - Wow!! Thanks for checking in frequently. I always find it amazing when people tell me this is one of their favs. Personally, I think this story is awful, but that's just me. ;)
Spencer - Wow too!! I can't believe you guys like this thing so much. Anyway, Yes our Obi is many things. And the Master of Guilt is his forte. ;) I'm glad you liked how I portrayed him. I know right now, he's not such a big factor. I feel bad it digressed into more of a Mys thing. Oh well. I hope you like what I've done. :D
Liyanette - Thanks. I'm kinda glad and excited to be writing on this again too. I so want to finish it and then concentrate on the sequel. :D
Well, here you go! Enjoy!
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Ahead of them, the city finally appeared in the distance. MysAri could just make it out as she peeked from behind Fiza. Again, the young initiate turned to check on the vehicle behind her. The speeder was keeping perfect pace with them. She was glad that no one had spotted their pursuers earlier, but would it matter? Even if they got to Antina's ship before them, with the bracelets and Obi-Wan's condition, could they be saved? She wasn't entirely sure.
As they approached the outskirts of the metropolis, MysAri felt the swoop slow slightly. Antina flew past and navigated through the avenues toward her ship. Taking in a deep breath, the Jedi Initiate sent one last message to her sister. {We're almost there.}
*
The landspeeder came to an abrupt stop just outside the port. The four occupants filed out of the smoking vehicle. During their quest to get here, the personal transport vehicle had been beaten and banged. On numerous occasions the sides of the craft were scraped along trees and outcroppings of stone. It was only quick Jedi reflexes that saved them from crashing headlong into the obstacles. The engines had been pushed to their limit and beyond. As soon as they shut it off, they could hear the engines grind to a halt. For a moment, LaMinott looked at the damaged ship and said, "I don't think the Dealer is going to be happy about this."
"If we get our students back, any price will be worth it." Xichu answered. Qui-Gon glanced at her and their eyes locked, sharing common emotions. Both were still missing one of their students, although for Qui-Gon it was much more than that. LaMinott was fortunate enough to have his Apprentice back safe and unharmed. The rescued initiates were already waiting in the ship that brought the Dressellian to Chandrila.
MiraCyn walked up to Xichu and looked up at her. The guardian glanced down and could feel the worry roll off of her. They were searching for the same person. Suddenly, her eyes shifted colors and she announced, "They are almost here. We must hurry." Confidence and determination overpowered the inherent worry in the young girl and impressed the teacher.
Without further prompting, the group headed inside. It would be better if the fugitives did not see them until it was too late. They found places to conceal themselves and they waited.
*
As soon as they pulled up to the building, Mys could feel the Jedi inside. Schooling her features, she would not reveal her findings to her captors. Instead, she moved to assist Serrine and Antina with Obi-Wan. Fiza shouted, "Hurry up! I'm sure it will not have taken them long to figure out where we are."
If only you knew. MysAri wanted to retort, but it would give too much away. Turning back once again toward Obi-Wan, she sent more strength to him. He still looked horrible and it was obvious that he wouldn't be going anywhere on his own. I hope what you guys have planned will be enough. She thought to herself, not sparing anything more to contact her sister. Hopefully, this will all be over soon.
Serrine and Antina supported Obi-Wan as they entered the building, Harenti and MysAri were in front of them and Fiza was in the lead. Just before they entered the hanger, the brut man withdrew his blaster. Cautiously, he entered the docking room. It was obvious that he didn't trust the simplicity of their escape.
Within the blink of an eye, everything changed. Jedi popped out from everywhere. The trailing trio stood stunned in the rears with Xichu and MiraCyn behind them, blocking their escape. Harenti came up behind Fiza, believing that he was his best protection. Fiza was prepared for this kind of ambush and without hesitation reached behind and pulled MysAri to him. Now he stood facing Qui-Gon and LaMinott with his blaster to the girl's head.
This was a game of life and death, the players have been set and it would only be moments before the game came to its sinister conclusion. "Kill me Jedi and you kill us all!" Fiza announced with menacing pride. The Jedi barely moved, but he could tell they were silently communication with the girl in his arms to see if his proclamation was true.
Qui-Gon looked into Mys' eyes searching for his answer. For a brief moment, an odd thought struck him. It was apparent that the two girls were identical twins, but after spending time with MiraCyn, he could see subtle differences. The foremost of which was the blaze in her gaze. Mira's eyes were a bright green, but Mys' were brilliant. When Qui-Gon looked at MiraCyn he could see quiet fortitude, yet MysAri had the air of burning determination. Perhaps, it is the situation that has made her so. For some reason, Qui-Gon didn't think that was entirely the case.
Shaking himself from his digression, Qui-Gon stared at the young girl. Her emerald gaze conveyed the answer. This man was speaking truth. Annoyed, he glanced at his companions. Lastly, his gaze fell upon the sight of his Padawan. His breath caught in his throat. The boy could barely stand, his head lolled sickly on his shoulder. Obi-Wan's face was pale and sheen with perspiration. His clear changeable eyes were murky blue-green voids. Disbelief passed through him, This could not be my Obi-Wan. Reaching out through the bond, he could feel the boy's faint Force Signature. Unconsciously, he took a step forward.
Tightening his grip, the henchman cautioned, "Uh, uh, uh. I wouldn't do that if I were you." Fiza's conceited grin taunted the Jedi into trying something stupid. However, it did not have the exact effect Fiza was looking for. The large Jedi Knight took a deep breath and stepped back.
"You will not get away with this," the man stated.
"Oh, I think I will, unless you are willing to have your students' death on your hands." They continued playing the verbal game required in such a stalemate. "I don't intend to give up."
"Do you intend to die then?" Qui-Gon posed. He could not entirely suppress the anger that flowed through him at the maltreatment of his Padawan. He suspected the man was more or less responsible for the ailing condition, although he wasn't sure why.
"Tsk. Tsk. I thought Jedi were supposed to be smart. Did I not already tell you that killing me would condemn the rest? And if there was no other way, I accept my fate." The man's eyes narrowed and his jaw set. The Jedi knew instantly, that this man would not accept defeat.
For long minutes, no one moved. Each person trying to think and re-think plans, deciding which ones would work and which ones wouldn't. Also, trying to predict what their adversaries might do to counter them. The Force slowly built around them. It was almost time for someone to make a move but not yet. Pre-empting the plans, the villain announced, "We're leaving. Move out of the way." Carefully, he took a small step forward, pushing MysAri along in front of him.
The girl struggled, but she was holding back, waiting for something. Fiza didn't notice as he tried to move ahead. The Jedi feigned a step backwards to give them room. The rest of the group slowly began to follow. An instant before it happened, the cruel being felt trapped and desperate.
Once again chaos broke out and the room became a blur of motion. MysAri had broken free from Fiza's grasp and ducked away. Xichu and MiraCyn closed in from behind, lighting up their blades. They had almost reached Serrine, Antina and Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon and LaMinott ignited their 'sabers and charged the leader. Fiza knew immediately that they would not make it out of this and decided he would not go down alone. His original captive already free from him, he turned to his only other captive. Leveling his blaster, he aimed at the young boy's chest and squeezed the trigger.
A single shot sizzled the air. A horrified Master shouted his protest. A pained scream pierced the air. Silence.
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The End
Please don't forget to review. I would greatly appreciate all feed back on this. :D
kaehimi - Yeah, forests can sometimes be very frightening.
Samskid - Wow!! Thanks for checking in frequently. I always find it amazing when people tell me this is one of their favs. Personally, I think this story is awful, but that's just me. ;)
Spencer - Wow too!! I can't believe you guys like this thing so much. Anyway, Yes our Obi is many things. And the Master of Guilt is his forte. ;) I'm glad you liked how I portrayed him. I know right now, he's not such a big factor. I feel bad it digressed into more of a Mys thing. Oh well. I hope you like what I've done. :D
Liyanette - Thanks. I'm kinda glad and excited to be writing on this again too. I so want to finish it and then concentrate on the sequel. :D
Well, here you go! Enjoy!
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Ahead of them, the city finally appeared in the distance. MysAri could just make it out as she peeked from behind Fiza. Again, the young initiate turned to check on the vehicle behind her. The speeder was keeping perfect pace with them. She was glad that no one had spotted their pursuers earlier, but would it matter? Even if they got to Antina's ship before them, with the bracelets and Obi-Wan's condition, could they be saved? She wasn't entirely sure.
As they approached the outskirts of the metropolis, MysAri felt the swoop slow slightly. Antina flew past and navigated through the avenues toward her ship. Taking in a deep breath, the Jedi Initiate sent one last message to her sister. {We're almost there.}
*
The landspeeder came to an abrupt stop just outside the port. The four occupants filed out of the smoking vehicle. During their quest to get here, the personal transport vehicle had been beaten and banged. On numerous occasions the sides of the craft were scraped along trees and outcroppings of stone. It was only quick Jedi reflexes that saved them from crashing headlong into the obstacles. The engines had been pushed to their limit and beyond. As soon as they shut it off, they could hear the engines grind to a halt. For a moment, LaMinott looked at the damaged ship and said, "I don't think the Dealer is going to be happy about this."
"If we get our students back, any price will be worth it." Xichu answered. Qui-Gon glanced at her and their eyes locked, sharing common emotions. Both were still missing one of their students, although for Qui-Gon it was much more than that. LaMinott was fortunate enough to have his Apprentice back safe and unharmed. The rescued initiates were already waiting in the ship that brought the Dressellian to Chandrila.
MiraCyn walked up to Xichu and looked up at her. The guardian glanced down and could feel the worry roll off of her. They were searching for the same person. Suddenly, her eyes shifted colors and she announced, "They are almost here. We must hurry." Confidence and determination overpowered the inherent worry in the young girl and impressed the teacher.
Without further prompting, the group headed inside. It would be better if the fugitives did not see them until it was too late. They found places to conceal themselves and they waited.
*
As soon as they pulled up to the building, Mys could feel the Jedi inside. Schooling her features, she would not reveal her findings to her captors. Instead, she moved to assist Serrine and Antina with Obi-Wan. Fiza shouted, "Hurry up! I'm sure it will not have taken them long to figure out where we are."
If only you knew. MysAri wanted to retort, but it would give too much away. Turning back once again toward Obi-Wan, she sent more strength to him. He still looked horrible and it was obvious that he wouldn't be going anywhere on his own. I hope what you guys have planned will be enough. She thought to herself, not sparing anything more to contact her sister. Hopefully, this will all be over soon.
Serrine and Antina supported Obi-Wan as they entered the building, Harenti and MysAri were in front of them and Fiza was in the lead. Just before they entered the hanger, the brut man withdrew his blaster. Cautiously, he entered the docking room. It was obvious that he didn't trust the simplicity of their escape.
Within the blink of an eye, everything changed. Jedi popped out from everywhere. The trailing trio stood stunned in the rears with Xichu and MiraCyn behind them, blocking their escape. Harenti came up behind Fiza, believing that he was his best protection. Fiza was prepared for this kind of ambush and without hesitation reached behind and pulled MysAri to him. Now he stood facing Qui-Gon and LaMinott with his blaster to the girl's head.
This was a game of life and death, the players have been set and it would only be moments before the game came to its sinister conclusion. "Kill me Jedi and you kill us all!" Fiza announced with menacing pride. The Jedi barely moved, but he could tell they were silently communication with the girl in his arms to see if his proclamation was true.
Qui-Gon looked into Mys' eyes searching for his answer. For a brief moment, an odd thought struck him. It was apparent that the two girls were identical twins, but after spending time with MiraCyn, he could see subtle differences. The foremost of which was the blaze in her gaze. Mira's eyes were a bright green, but Mys' were brilliant. When Qui-Gon looked at MiraCyn he could see quiet fortitude, yet MysAri had the air of burning determination. Perhaps, it is the situation that has made her so. For some reason, Qui-Gon didn't think that was entirely the case.
Shaking himself from his digression, Qui-Gon stared at the young girl. Her emerald gaze conveyed the answer. This man was speaking truth. Annoyed, he glanced at his companions. Lastly, his gaze fell upon the sight of his Padawan. His breath caught in his throat. The boy could barely stand, his head lolled sickly on his shoulder. Obi-Wan's face was pale and sheen with perspiration. His clear changeable eyes were murky blue-green voids. Disbelief passed through him, This could not be my Obi-Wan. Reaching out through the bond, he could feel the boy's faint Force Signature. Unconsciously, he took a step forward.
Tightening his grip, the henchman cautioned, "Uh, uh, uh. I wouldn't do that if I were you." Fiza's conceited grin taunted the Jedi into trying something stupid. However, it did not have the exact effect Fiza was looking for. The large Jedi Knight took a deep breath and stepped back.
"You will not get away with this," the man stated.
"Oh, I think I will, unless you are willing to have your students' death on your hands." They continued playing the verbal game required in such a stalemate. "I don't intend to give up."
"Do you intend to die then?" Qui-Gon posed. He could not entirely suppress the anger that flowed through him at the maltreatment of his Padawan. He suspected the man was more or less responsible for the ailing condition, although he wasn't sure why.
"Tsk. Tsk. I thought Jedi were supposed to be smart. Did I not already tell you that killing me would condemn the rest? And if there was no other way, I accept my fate." The man's eyes narrowed and his jaw set. The Jedi knew instantly, that this man would not accept defeat.
For long minutes, no one moved. Each person trying to think and re-think plans, deciding which ones would work and which ones wouldn't. Also, trying to predict what their adversaries might do to counter them. The Force slowly built around them. It was almost time for someone to make a move but not yet. Pre-empting the plans, the villain announced, "We're leaving. Move out of the way." Carefully, he took a small step forward, pushing MysAri along in front of him.
The girl struggled, but she was holding back, waiting for something. Fiza didn't notice as he tried to move ahead. The Jedi feigned a step backwards to give them room. The rest of the group slowly began to follow. An instant before it happened, the cruel being felt trapped and desperate.
Once again chaos broke out and the room became a blur of motion. MysAri had broken free from Fiza's grasp and ducked away. Xichu and MiraCyn closed in from behind, lighting up their blades. They had almost reached Serrine, Antina and Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon and LaMinott ignited their 'sabers and charged the leader. Fiza knew immediately that they would not make it out of this and decided he would not go down alone. His original captive already free from him, he turned to his only other captive. Leveling his blaster, he aimed at the young boy's chest and squeezed the trigger.
A single shot sizzled the air. A horrified Master shouted his protest. A pained scream pierced the air. Silence.
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The End
Please don't forget to review. I would greatly appreciate all feed back on this. :D