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Qui-Gon slowly stirred in the vermilion rays of morning. A few days have passed since their return to the Temple, and still his Padawan had not awoken. Sadly, Qui-Gon sighed, he was getting quite used to these constant vigils. It appeared that his Padawan was a magnet for pain and frequently ended up in the healer's ward. This time however, was slightly different. For the first time he was not alone in his watch. Glancing down at the curled form in the chair beside him, he smiled. Tenderly, he reached down to pull the blanket over the slumbering girl. Earlier that morning, after a lengthy battle with sleep, MysAri finally succumbed to exhaustion. When Qui-Gon knew she was out completely, he grabbed an extra blanket and covered the initiate.
The Knight followed her example shortly after. But he was always an early riser, much to the dismay of his Padawan, and was used to short nights. It often amazed him at how well that boy could sleep. He believed that on some of the rest days they managed to take, if the Master hadn't woken his apprentice, the apprentice would sleep into the afternoon. A small smirk curved the older man's lips. He glanced once more at the still form of his Padawan and frowned again.
Restlessness taking hold of him, Qui-Gon rose from the chair and stretched his weary muscles. Quietly, he walked to the window and gazed out at the morning traffic. No matter what the hour, Coruscant was bustling. Standing at the window, Qui-Gon watched as the bright colours dulled to the soft blues of morning. He heard a rustle of cloth behind him, hoping it was Padawan but knowing it was not, he turned around.
Groggily, MysAri rubbed her eyes. Stretching away her drowsiness, she asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
The Knight smiled, "For some hours, and a well needed rest at that."
She looked up at him and grinned shyly, "Yeah, I guess so." Yawning, she stared up at the man and noticed that he also looked a little better than the night before. "You got some sleep as well?"
"Yes, I did."
"Good." She pulled the blanket around her to fend off the slight chill that the night left over. She was never fond of the cold and did her best to avoid it whenever possible. Her emerald eyes drifted back to the still form of Obi-Wan, his chest rising and falling steadily. Her tone subdued, she stated rather than asked, "Obi-Wan hasn't woken up yet, has he?"
Sadly, the tall man shook his head. MysAri rested her chin on her drawn up knees and they continued their vigil. Qui-Gon noticed the same melancholy wash over the young girl. It was the same as the past few days, and he had yet to find out why. Ironically, they had not discussed the abduction at all, except when Healer Winna Di Yuni had asked some questions about Obi- Wan's condition. This morning was the most they had spoken at one time. He figured, why stop now? Carefully, Qui-Gon made his way back to his seat. "MysAri, is something wrong?"
Startled by the question, MysAri glared quizzically at the Knight. His gentle cerulean eyes stared down at her. Over the past few days, she had seen mostly worry and concern in those eyes and she knew it was for the young man lying on that medcouch. Now something else danced in the clear blue gaze - compassion, and it was meant for her. Feeling foolish, she immediately flushed and glanced back toward the floor. "What do you mean, Master?"
"I seem to get a sense of something, perhaps guilt coming from you." His head cocked to the side to look at her better.
Suddenly, she realized she could no longer hide from him. It had been eating at her slowly, and hoped she could keep the sensation tucked away, deep inside of her. Alas, it was not to be. She sighed and without looking at him answered very quietly. "It's all my fault."
It took the Knight a few moments to register the words. After she sighed, he heard her breath loudly and was afraid she wasn't going to respond. But then the words formed in his ears. He continued to watch the young initiate, pondering her response. "What do you mean, you're fault?"
"I suggested that we send a message to you through my sister. I tried to take the blame, but all they did was drug me. I never expected them to punish him so severely." If it were possible, she somehow seemed to shrink a little further in to herself.
Qui-Gon sat contemplating this point of view. With great care, he reached out and placed a hand on her back. "Obi-Wan has been my Padawan for a few years now. He knows what the risks are in these types of situations. You both did what you could. It's just unfortunate that you got caught. But that is no one's fault." He did his best to defer some of her guilt, now he only hoped it worked.
For sometime, they sat in silence. Both were drifting along their thoughts and mulling over what was said. Qui-Gon noticed some of the weight lift from the girl's shoulders but most remained. He knew it would be a gradual process to overcome one's own guilt. So he was impressed that she seemed to already have begun the process with minimal results. Morning slipped easily into midday when Winna finally entered.
"Good day to you two." The elderly Jedi smiled. "I see that you have both managed to get some rest. That's good." She moved toward a monitor next to Obi-Wan's bed and checked over a number of stats. The two waited eagerly for any news; they were not disappointed. "Obi-Wan's coming along just fine. I see quite a few improvements. Maybe he'll wake up today."
It was the best news that either had heard in a while and the pair smiled. Winna returned the gesture and continued with her duties. As she neared the end, she spoke once again, "MysAri, how are your sessions with Master Uvontra going?"
"She's always been very kind to me. I'm glad that she was assigned to help us. I think the sessions are going quite well," the initiate eagerly responded.
"She is one of the best Mind Healers I've come across in a long time. She mentioned that all the students are recovering nicely." The Healer finished her task and turned toward the girl.
"I'm glad to hear it." The Council had deemed that all the children involved should speak with a Mind Healer to help them cope with the ordeal of being kidnapped and potentially brainwashed. Uulia Uvontra Vylond had been selected to work with them as she specialized in juvenile cases. Late last night the Jedi had come to visit them in Obi-Wan's room. Checking to see if there was anything she could do for them or Obi-Wan. Once the Apprentice was better he would also be required to speak with the Healer as well. Before Uulia left, she told MysAri that she would need to join her in the Council Chambers later the next day. The young girl didn't know exactly what to expect but she did assume it had something to do with the incident.
"I'll be down the hall. Let me know if you need anything." Winna nodded her good-bye and left.
Plunged into another bought of silence, the two waited. It was MysAri who broke it this time, "Master Jinn, why are you not at the trials?" As soon as Fiza was well enough to stand trial, she was one of the first witnesses to speak. And when her duty was done, she automatically returned to Obi- Wan's room to wait. But it appeared to her that Qui-Gon had not gone at all.
In fact, the Knight did have to convey his testimony, but it was brief and very early in the morning. Since that hearing, he had not returned to find out the outcome. "I have told them everything I could. It is up to the court to pass judgement. I must have faith that they will get what they deserve. My place is here, with my Padawan."
MysAri understood completely. However, she was a bit curious as to the verdicts. From what MiraCyn had told her, the courts would be deciding their fate today. Leaning back into the chair she closed her eyes and concentrated on her sister. Within a matter of milliseconds, she was with her.
*
Most of those involved had taken a special interest in the proceedings. Xichu Kren sat next to MiraCyn in the first row of benches and waited. LaMinott and his Padawan were sitting in the row behind them. The other students were sent to class, in order get them back into the routine of Temple life and normality.
Currently, the attendants were waiting for the jury to re-enter the courtroom, they had just finished deliberating and were about to reveal their findings. A bailiff announced in the corner, "Please rise for the Honourable Guillaume se Tavis presiding." Those in the room stood as the Judge and jury walked in. The Judge brought the court into session and asked everyone to sit.
In the midst of complete silence, the Judge turned to the Foreman of the group, "Has the Jury reached a verdict?"
A female alien of indeterminate species stood and addressed the Judge, "Yes, Your Honour."
"Please announce it to the court."
"We will begin with Miss Antina Caladan. Based upon the accounts of the eyewitnesses this jury hereby sentences the plaintiff to six months community service." Hushed whispering could be heard in the audience, but it was in approval. It had been obvious that the pilot was drawn into the criminal band under false pretenses. She was found guilty of being an unwilling accomplice. This sentence was basically a slap on the hand for getting mixed up with them. But Antina also believed it was something she deserved as well.
"Next, Lieutenant Fiza Nox Rishin. You have been found guilty on all accounts and have been sentenced to life in prison or 75 years." Abruptly, the man in question sprang from his seat. His hands were bound awkwardly in front of him, since both arms were still in slings. He spun around and glared at the Jedi.
"You haven't seen the last of me. I will have my revenge. I swear it. You better watch your backs." He lunged for them, when the guards quickly grabbed him and pulled him back.
Judge Tavis called for order, "Bailiffs please remove Mister Rishin from the premises." When Fiza had been dragged away, he motioned for the jury to continue.
"Lastly, we have found Mister Harenti guilty of abduction and performing medical experiments without a license. Five to Ten years in a penitentiary with option of parole." Another round of mumbling could be heard, but this time uttering disbelief. They had assumed that Harenti's punishment would be similar to Fiza's, but this was obviously less harsh.
A sharp crack of the gavel brought everyone's attention back to the Judge. He now seemed aggravated, but tried to hide it. "After hearing the jury's findings, I hereby concur with the penalties and bring this case to a close." Another smack of the gavel ended the session. Everyone began to clear the room, except for a few of the viewers. MiraCyn remained seated, watching the scientist. Something kept telling her, she needed to wait, so she did. Xichu stayed by her side, although she was uncertain as to why they were still there.
The Scientist smiled over at the initiate and their eyes locked. Guards closed in urging him to move. Harenti stood and followed them for a moment, but stopped as soon as he was directly in front of the girl. An evil grin prevailed his features. "I may be gone for a while, but know this, little girl. You will never be rid of me. For as long as you live I will course through your veins. Let's just hope that I remain dormant, because if I don't you will learn what it means to suffer." When he finished, he headed off toward the holding cells, laughing coldly.
Perhaps, he didn't know that the girl in front of him was MiraCyn. Or perhaps, he knew that MysAri was with her sister mentally. Or perhaps, he didn't care one way or another. Harenti had a message to deliver, and deliver it he did. His words sent shivers up and down the spines of Xichu, MiraCyn *and* MysAri. In the quiet of her mind, Mira asked her sister, What was that supposed to mean?
Bewilderment swept through the twins as Mys responded, I don't know.
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Qui-Gon felt a mixture of emotions from the girl next to him. He had been studying her for the past few minutes. He knew she had withdrawn to find her sister and he was starting to become anxious. The trial must have adjourned by now, would he like what was the final outcome? Now he seemed as confused as the youngster, quietly he inquired, "MysAri, what is it?"
Rousing from her connection, she frowned, "I don't know, Master Jinn. Harenti..he said something. I just don't know what it means."
"What did he say?" Curiosity pressed the Knight.
"He said," the girl paused and swallowed. Slowly, she turned to look him in the eyes, her bright emerald gaze had darkened. "I would never be free of him." A cold chill passed through the room and a shadow settled over the girl for a moment before vanishing. They sat in silence trying to determine what the statement truly meant, when another feeling of confusion and cloudiness entered the tall man's mind.
At first, Qui-Gon thought it originated from the initiate, but he soon realized that he knew that portion of his mind too well. A place that had been silent for way too long. An odd smile settled across his leonine features as he looked at the bed. His gaze instantly locking with beautiful seachange eyes. A quiet husky voice whispered, "Master."
MysAri noticed the change in the Knight's face and knew exactly what it could mean. Her head snapped around to see eyelids fluttering open. Her breath caught in her chest and tears rimmed her eyes. Hearing the one word uttered through parched lips was the most wondrous and perfect sound she had ever heard in her life. She could only imagine what it felt like to the Master crumbling beside her.
Flooded with a range of emotions, Qui-Gon couldn't seem to get his legs to work properly. He fumbled his way to the side of the bed and crashed to his knees. He grabbed the boy's hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. "I have missed you, my Padawan."
"Me too, Master," the youth managed to say. Love flowed between them, filling the room. It was heart warming to watch and MysAri was fortunate enough to be able to. Tears blurred her vision before she turned to leave the room, giving them a moment alone. She promptly returned with a glass of water.
She cautiously approached the other side of the medcouch. Lifting the glass fractionally, she offered, "Here, Tschüxani, drink." She brought the cup to his dry lips and he thankfully drank the liquid. Periodically, she withdrew the cup, forcing him to take small sips. She didn't want to overload his system.
His voice still coarse from disuse, Obi-Wan smiled, "Thank you." MysAri blushed and then hurried out to get another cup and also some ice chips. When she left he turned back to his Master, "Are the others alright?"
"Yes, they are all fine." The Knight smiled down at the young man and shook his head gently. Obi-Wan cocked his head in puzzlement. "You never cease to amaze me, Padawan. You have been unconscious for two whole days, almost three and your first concern is for your peers."
Relaxing back into the bed, Obi-Wan laughed lightly. "I can't help it. I am a Jedi."
Now it was Qui-Gon's turn to laugh. "Yes, Padawan, that you are. And an exceptional one, for that matter."
Content to finally be back together, they let the moment stretch. Thoughtfully, Obi-Wan verified, "So the others are back safe, right?"
"Padawan Twik Hy'lah and his Master LaMinott are happy to be back together again. And the other students have been returned to their instructor," he paused as MysAri came back into the room, "except for maybe one."
"I have spoken with Master Xichu, if you must know. And Mira's getting all the work I missed together for me." MysAri automatically defended herself. "Besides, I had to make sure Obi-Wan was ok."
The young man flushed, he always disliked it when others fussed over him. At the moment he felt oddly flattered by her concern. Qui-Gon disrupted the building awkwardness by adding, "It was pleasant having company during the interim." He winked at the young initiate who smiled shyly in response.
Gathering her courage again, she asked, "So, am I forgiven for being concerned?"
"Only if you catch up on your studies," Master Xichu said from the doorway. "It's good to see you awake, young Kenobi. You had these two very worried." Slowly, the Knight approached the end of his cot. MiraCyn followed the instructor in and moved to stand between the woman and her sister.
"It was never my intention to do so." He replied with sincerity.
Defending his charge to the last, Qui-Gon interceded, "It matters little now, he's awake and looking much better. I'm just pleased to have my Padawan back." He patted the boy's hands, offering comfort.
"Thank you, Master." Obi-Wan was always quick to accept even the smallest hint of love or affection from the Knight. They let the moment carry the flow of tenderness around the room before disturbing it.
"Qui-Gon," Xichu spoke with in a confident tone, "Judge Tavis sends you his regards, as well as his apologies. He said that he could not alter the verdict on Harenti's case. He believes there was some sort of political backing that relaxed the punishment."
The large man considered her message. Late last night, he had checked his messages and found one from his friend, Guillaume. It had conveyed that there was a possibility for the scientist to get off from most of the charges against him. Laum had hinted toward someone in the background pulling strings but he couldn't find out any thing more. These were sometimes the possibilities that had to be faced and Qui-Gon understood and accepted, albeit reluctantly, the political games that were constantly in play. "I know he did the best he could, that is all we can ask for." Still curious about the aftermath of the trial, he prodded the pair for their interpretation, "I heard that Harenti had something to say before he was taken away."
MiraCyn flicked her sister a worried glance, but quickly drove away any fears she felt, "Yes, it seemed very cryptic. Hopefully, we'll never find out what he meant."
Not allowing such drivel to upset her, MysAri chimed in, "As long as he's facing some kind of justice, I will not waste another thought on him. And I will face what ever his plans are if and when I need to."
"That is a very wise decision," Xichu commended, "I'm glad you are not letting it get to you. More than likely it was an empty threat anyway. We are scheduled to appear before the Council shortly, perhaps you should get ready, MysAri."
"Alright," she agreed. But turned back to Obi-Wan, "Is there anything I can get you before I leave Tschüxani?"
"No, I think I'll be ok for now," he declined.
"Ok, I'll be off then. But I'll come back when we're done." Cautiously, she touched his shoulder and smiled before turning to leave.
Quickly, the teacher added, "We'll wait for you at the Council's Atrium."
"I won't be long." Pausing to answer, MysAri hurried off to get ready.
As soon as Mys was gone, Xichu turned back to the young man occupying the medcouch, "Well, I am glad to see you up now. I wish you a speedy recovery, Padawan Kenobi."
"Thank you Master." Obi-Wan replied obediently, but he felt a little foolish, he had never been introduced to the kind Knight. Not even noticing the hesitance, Xichu nodded and left as well.
Only one visitor remained, "How are you feeling, Obi-Wan?"
He answered honestly, "Tired, a little drained still, but I do feel better. You must be MysAri's twin sister?"
"Yes, I'm MiraCyn, I don't believe we have been properly introduced." The resemblance was undeniable. The twins were virtually identical, however, their Force signatures were slightly different. This allowed the Jedi to discern one from the other.
"No, we haven't but I'm sure you know who I am." Obi said bashfully. It seemed apparent that many people knew who he was that he hadn't even met yet.
"I do at that." She smiled. Mira had always been more of an observer than her sister, who likes to get in the fray of things. And over the course of the past week or so, as well as the scene before her right now, she noticed how much the two cared for each other. The change in the Knight was unbelievable, before his eyes held a deep worry in them, and now they were bright with joy and love. "You two are very fortunate to have each other. I can only hope I will have a relationship similar to yours when I have a Master."
Qui-Gon answered for the pair, "We both appreciate your kindness, and are sure that you will be as fortunate. Would you mind answering a question for me?" He had another curiosity to satisfy and determined this would be an ideal opportunity to do so.
"Not at all, Master Qui-Gon."
"I have observed your sister refer to Obi-Wan by an alternate name, yet you have not. May I ask what it means?" At one point, the Knight had asked the initiate who shared his vigil, but she seemed to skirt the issue by shrugging and saying it was just a nickname. But somewhere inside him, Qui- Gon had not entirely believed that is was merely a nickname.
"Mys said it was a term of endearment that was meant for one who's troubled." His memory still a bit hazy, Obi-Wan offered the explanation the MysAri had told him during their abduction.
"That is true to an extent," the girl agreed. Knowing that would not suffice the Knight, she continued, "We have always been fascinated about our heritage, researching our culture thoroughly. We also picked up a few things on the family visits we had. Apparently, our people are fond of naming and names are very significant. There are only certain times and purposes to giving a name to someone."
The account did little to dissuade his interest, "And what would those be?"
"Well, obviously, a name is given at birth. But when parents name, they actually give two, one for public use and one for family only. On occasion names are granted to close friends or extended family, but rarely happens anymore. There is only one other major event that names are exchanged. They can be given at a Betrothal Ceremony, a Marriage Ceremony, or when the person has determined to love no other." The way MiraCyn hesitantly proffered the last bit of information made the two Jedi wonder. "This name can only be used by the one who created it." A discomfited silence gripped the room. Not wishing to add to the awkwardness any further, MiraCyn bowed slightly, "I should be going, I do not want to keep the others and the Council waiting. Until later then." The initiate promptly left the room leaving the quizzical pair staring after her.
Qui-Gon glanced down at his Padawan and noticed the small frown. It appeared this new information might have changed the perspective a little. He placed a comforting hand on the youth's shoulder and suggested, "You should meditate on this later, but for right now, you need to rest."
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan settled back down against the medcouch. His mind wandered, trying to determine if the implication by MiraCyn was indeed its purpose. But what he also was contemplating was the sensation he had when he found out what it *could* mean. He knew what being a Jedi was all about, and for some reason, he knew MysAri did as well. Even still, why did the name bring him - comfort? Gradually, he drifted off into a healing slumber.
*
MysAri sat on one of the benches just beyond the great doors of the Council. She had washed up and put on a fresh tunic and was now waiting for the others to arrive. Rushing to get ready, she was hoping that they would get through this as quickly as possible so she could return to the Healers. But she had found the Atrium oddly empty and with no one around she allowed her disappointment to show. Instead of brooding about it, Mys decided to enter a light meditation to calm her nerves. No matter what the reason, going in front of the Council was always a harrowing experience.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but before too long a hand touched her shoulder, rousing her. Blinking, she looked up to find the Koyn Mind Healer smiling down at her. "Hello Master Uvontra."
The tall white/grey being knelt down beside the initiate, "Hello, MysAri. How is Obi-Wan doing?"
A bright smile spread across the girl's face, "He woke up today, Master. It was wonderful."
"That is good to hear." Uulia was glad to hear of the Padawan's recuperation, however, there were other concerns consuming her thoughts at the moment. Taking a deep breath, the Master calmed herself. "MysAri, you and I have worked together on a number of occasions. I was happy to accept the Council's offer to help out. I have been considering this for a long time now, but did not feel that the time was right. After some meditations and discussions with a number of Masters, we have determined that now was the proper time to approach you."
At the soft intonations of the Healer, MysAri's heart rate skyrocketed with anticipation, "Master, are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Smiling broadly, Uulia did nothing to hide her own eagerness, "I believe so." Clearing her throat, the Healer stated, "I would be proud to have you as my Padawan. Would you like me as your Master?"
"Oh, yes, Master. I would like that very much!!" Shocked elation gripped the young girl as she pounced on the woman, hugging her fiercely.
Easily falling into the embrace, Uulia sighed, "I'm so relieved. As soon as your sister and Master Xichu get here, we can speak with the Council." As if on queue, the duo exited the lift. MysAri and MiraCyn had echoing grins of excitement on their faces. Without exchanging a word, both knew that something unexpected and wonderful had happened to the other. But it would have to wait until after the Council meeting to find out more.
The great doors opened up admitting the quartet. Inside all of the Masters were present to receive them. When the great doors closed again, Master Yoda spoke, "Reached a decision we have. No longer separated the twins will be. Encourage the bond between them we will, under proper supervision."
"Is this satisfactory to you?" Master Gallia asked the twins.
In unison, they answered, "Yes, Masters." Before entering the pair schooled their features and became the perfect little Jedi. Their tone and answer full of the respect due their elders.
Pleased by the twins' composure, Mace addressed the Masters beside them, "Was there anything that either of you two wished to add?" The two Knights glanced at each other before responding.
"Yes Masters, we do wish to request approval from the Council." Xichu spoke clearly and concisely to her superiors.
"For what purpose?" The dark Master prompted.
The tall Healer made her announcement, "I have asked MysAri to consent to be my Padawan."
"And I have asked MiraCyn to be my Padawan," Xichu added. Yoda's ears perked at this statement, and before he could say anything the instructor assuaged his fears. "I have come to terms with the demise of my last Padawan. I know now it was the will of the Force. I am ready to take on the responsibility again."
Delighted to hear this, Yoda scrutinized the young girls, "What say you about the request?"
Again simultaneously, they answered, "We have accepted, Master Yoda."
After a brief pause, Mace declared, "The Council accepts and supports these bonds. You are now Master and Padawan. We shall prepare for the Ceremony when you are ready."
"Thank you Masters." The group replied.
"May the Force be with you." Bowing the newly paired teams exited, satisfied with the surprising outcome of the meeting. The excitement electrified the air around them. This would be exciting news to announce to friends, after some time spent together preparing for the changes to come.
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Epilogue
A man sat at a table waiting. Guards stood in the corner making sure nothing goes amiss. After some drug out minutes, a guard and his prisoner entered the small room. The woman seated herself across from the man as the security officer moved out of earshot of the two beings.
The calculating woman initiated the conversation, "I'm glad to see you were able to manipulate the rules."
The man smiled coolly, "I am not as high priority as you are."
"Still, I wish my political backers were not so cowardly." Her hands tensed and relaxed for a moment. She was not pleased at all to be trapped in this place.
"Give it time. Sooner or later you will be free of this place." The man tried to ease the situation, although he knew it would do little good.
A wicked smirk flickered across her lips, knowledge of evil schemes gave some comfort. "Yes, and then my plans will be executed. I want them to suffer."
To this the man swallowed hard. He had news, but he wasn't sure how well it would be received. "There is a small hitch."
"What might that be?" The animosity rose in the cool voice.
"I was unable to prevent the concoction from being prematurely distributed."
The woman leaned forward, "And that means what exactly?"
"The girl was injected, instead of our initial target." His gaze studied the table between them, only glancing up to gauge the woman's reaction.
She sat mulling over the statement, at last she accused, "This puts a major dent in my plans. Why have you not mentioned this before?"
Stuttering slightly, the man quickly gave his reasoning, "I wanted to see if it was a waste before I told you about it."
"So, is it?"
"I have kept observation of the subject. They remain friends, and it seems that they are close."
After another moment of deep contemplation, the feral grin returned. "No, it might not be a waste after all. Keep me apprised of the situation. If I need to, I will bring in another to set things into motion. But only when I feel the time is right. I might not get the revenge I wanted, but I will make one of them suffer."
Relieved that his mishap was accepted he immediately wrapped up the conversation, "As you wish." With that the man got up to leave but stopped when the woman called him.
"Harenti, you have done well."
"Thank you, Miss Arbor." Carefully, Harenti left the room, not to be heard from again. Jenna sat musing over the change and the new possibilities it created. In the end, she smiled as she was led back to her cell. After the guards left her, a cool calculated laugh echoed down the hall.
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Qui-Gon slowly stirred in the vermilion rays of morning. A few days have passed since their return to the Temple, and still his Padawan had not awoken. Sadly, Qui-Gon sighed, he was getting quite used to these constant vigils. It appeared that his Padawan was a magnet for pain and frequently ended up in the healer's ward. This time however, was slightly different. For the first time he was not alone in his watch. Glancing down at the curled form in the chair beside him, he smiled. Tenderly, he reached down to pull the blanket over the slumbering girl. Earlier that morning, after a lengthy battle with sleep, MysAri finally succumbed to exhaustion. When Qui-Gon knew she was out completely, he grabbed an extra blanket and covered the initiate.
The Knight followed her example shortly after. But he was always an early riser, much to the dismay of his Padawan, and was used to short nights. It often amazed him at how well that boy could sleep. He believed that on some of the rest days they managed to take, if the Master hadn't woken his apprentice, the apprentice would sleep into the afternoon. A small smirk curved the older man's lips. He glanced once more at the still form of his Padawan and frowned again.
Restlessness taking hold of him, Qui-Gon rose from the chair and stretched his weary muscles. Quietly, he walked to the window and gazed out at the morning traffic. No matter what the hour, Coruscant was bustling. Standing at the window, Qui-Gon watched as the bright colours dulled to the soft blues of morning. He heard a rustle of cloth behind him, hoping it was Padawan but knowing it was not, he turned around.
Groggily, MysAri rubbed her eyes. Stretching away her drowsiness, she asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
The Knight smiled, "For some hours, and a well needed rest at that."
She looked up at him and grinned shyly, "Yeah, I guess so." Yawning, she stared up at the man and noticed that he also looked a little better than the night before. "You got some sleep as well?"
"Yes, I did."
"Good." She pulled the blanket around her to fend off the slight chill that the night left over. She was never fond of the cold and did her best to avoid it whenever possible. Her emerald eyes drifted back to the still form of Obi-Wan, his chest rising and falling steadily. Her tone subdued, she stated rather than asked, "Obi-Wan hasn't woken up yet, has he?"
Sadly, the tall man shook his head. MysAri rested her chin on her drawn up knees and they continued their vigil. Qui-Gon noticed the same melancholy wash over the young girl. It was the same as the past few days, and he had yet to find out why. Ironically, they had not discussed the abduction at all, except when Healer Winna Di Yuni had asked some questions about Obi- Wan's condition. This morning was the most they had spoken at one time. He figured, why stop now? Carefully, Qui-Gon made his way back to his seat. "MysAri, is something wrong?"
Startled by the question, MysAri glared quizzically at the Knight. His gentle cerulean eyes stared down at her. Over the past few days, she had seen mostly worry and concern in those eyes and she knew it was for the young man lying on that medcouch. Now something else danced in the clear blue gaze - compassion, and it was meant for her. Feeling foolish, she immediately flushed and glanced back toward the floor. "What do you mean, Master?"
"I seem to get a sense of something, perhaps guilt coming from you." His head cocked to the side to look at her better.
Suddenly, she realized she could no longer hide from him. It had been eating at her slowly, and hoped she could keep the sensation tucked away, deep inside of her. Alas, it was not to be. She sighed and without looking at him answered very quietly. "It's all my fault."
It took the Knight a few moments to register the words. After she sighed, he heard her breath loudly and was afraid she wasn't going to respond. But then the words formed in his ears. He continued to watch the young initiate, pondering her response. "What do you mean, you're fault?"
"I suggested that we send a message to you through my sister. I tried to take the blame, but all they did was drug me. I never expected them to punish him so severely." If it were possible, she somehow seemed to shrink a little further in to herself.
Qui-Gon sat contemplating this point of view. With great care, he reached out and placed a hand on her back. "Obi-Wan has been my Padawan for a few years now. He knows what the risks are in these types of situations. You both did what you could. It's just unfortunate that you got caught. But that is no one's fault." He did his best to defer some of her guilt, now he only hoped it worked.
For sometime, they sat in silence. Both were drifting along their thoughts and mulling over what was said. Qui-Gon noticed some of the weight lift from the girl's shoulders but most remained. He knew it would be a gradual process to overcome one's own guilt. So he was impressed that she seemed to already have begun the process with minimal results. Morning slipped easily into midday when Winna finally entered.
"Good day to you two." The elderly Jedi smiled. "I see that you have both managed to get some rest. That's good." She moved toward a monitor next to Obi-Wan's bed and checked over a number of stats. The two waited eagerly for any news; they were not disappointed. "Obi-Wan's coming along just fine. I see quite a few improvements. Maybe he'll wake up today."
It was the best news that either had heard in a while and the pair smiled. Winna returned the gesture and continued with her duties. As she neared the end, she spoke once again, "MysAri, how are your sessions with Master Uvontra going?"
"She's always been very kind to me. I'm glad that she was assigned to help us. I think the sessions are going quite well," the initiate eagerly responded.
"She is one of the best Mind Healers I've come across in a long time. She mentioned that all the students are recovering nicely." The Healer finished her task and turned toward the girl.
"I'm glad to hear it." The Council had deemed that all the children involved should speak with a Mind Healer to help them cope with the ordeal of being kidnapped and potentially brainwashed. Uulia Uvontra Vylond had been selected to work with them as she specialized in juvenile cases. Late last night the Jedi had come to visit them in Obi-Wan's room. Checking to see if there was anything she could do for them or Obi-Wan. Once the Apprentice was better he would also be required to speak with the Healer as well. Before Uulia left, she told MysAri that she would need to join her in the Council Chambers later the next day. The young girl didn't know exactly what to expect but she did assume it had something to do with the incident.
"I'll be down the hall. Let me know if you need anything." Winna nodded her good-bye and left.
Plunged into another bought of silence, the two waited. It was MysAri who broke it this time, "Master Jinn, why are you not at the trials?" As soon as Fiza was well enough to stand trial, she was one of the first witnesses to speak. And when her duty was done, she automatically returned to Obi- Wan's room to wait. But it appeared to her that Qui-Gon had not gone at all.
In fact, the Knight did have to convey his testimony, but it was brief and very early in the morning. Since that hearing, he had not returned to find out the outcome. "I have told them everything I could. It is up to the court to pass judgement. I must have faith that they will get what they deserve. My place is here, with my Padawan."
MysAri understood completely. However, she was a bit curious as to the verdicts. From what MiraCyn had told her, the courts would be deciding their fate today. Leaning back into the chair she closed her eyes and concentrated on her sister. Within a matter of milliseconds, she was with her.
*
Most of those involved had taken a special interest in the proceedings. Xichu Kren sat next to MiraCyn in the first row of benches and waited. LaMinott and his Padawan were sitting in the row behind them. The other students were sent to class, in order get them back into the routine of Temple life and normality.
Currently, the attendants were waiting for the jury to re-enter the courtroom, they had just finished deliberating and were about to reveal their findings. A bailiff announced in the corner, "Please rise for the Honourable Guillaume se Tavis presiding." Those in the room stood as the Judge and jury walked in. The Judge brought the court into session and asked everyone to sit.
In the midst of complete silence, the Judge turned to the Foreman of the group, "Has the Jury reached a verdict?"
A female alien of indeterminate species stood and addressed the Judge, "Yes, Your Honour."
"Please announce it to the court."
"We will begin with Miss Antina Caladan. Based upon the accounts of the eyewitnesses this jury hereby sentences the plaintiff to six months community service." Hushed whispering could be heard in the audience, but it was in approval. It had been obvious that the pilot was drawn into the criminal band under false pretenses. She was found guilty of being an unwilling accomplice. This sentence was basically a slap on the hand for getting mixed up with them. But Antina also believed it was something she deserved as well.
"Next, Lieutenant Fiza Nox Rishin. You have been found guilty on all accounts and have been sentenced to life in prison or 75 years." Abruptly, the man in question sprang from his seat. His hands were bound awkwardly in front of him, since both arms were still in slings. He spun around and glared at the Jedi.
"You haven't seen the last of me. I will have my revenge. I swear it. You better watch your backs." He lunged for them, when the guards quickly grabbed him and pulled him back.
Judge Tavis called for order, "Bailiffs please remove Mister Rishin from the premises." When Fiza had been dragged away, he motioned for the jury to continue.
"Lastly, we have found Mister Harenti guilty of abduction and performing medical experiments without a license. Five to Ten years in a penitentiary with option of parole." Another round of mumbling could be heard, but this time uttering disbelief. They had assumed that Harenti's punishment would be similar to Fiza's, but this was obviously less harsh.
A sharp crack of the gavel brought everyone's attention back to the Judge. He now seemed aggravated, but tried to hide it. "After hearing the jury's findings, I hereby concur with the penalties and bring this case to a close." Another smack of the gavel ended the session. Everyone began to clear the room, except for a few of the viewers. MiraCyn remained seated, watching the scientist. Something kept telling her, she needed to wait, so she did. Xichu stayed by her side, although she was uncertain as to why they were still there.
The Scientist smiled over at the initiate and their eyes locked. Guards closed in urging him to move. Harenti stood and followed them for a moment, but stopped as soon as he was directly in front of the girl. An evil grin prevailed his features. "I may be gone for a while, but know this, little girl. You will never be rid of me. For as long as you live I will course through your veins. Let's just hope that I remain dormant, because if I don't you will learn what it means to suffer." When he finished, he headed off toward the holding cells, laughing coldly.
Perhaps, he didn't know that the girl in front of him was MiraCyn. Or perhaps, he knew that MysAri was with her sister mentally. Or perhaps, he didn't care one way or another. Harenti had a message to deliver, and deliver it he did. His words sent shivers up and down the spines of Xichu, MiraCyn *and* MysAri. In the quiet of her mind, Mira asked her sister, What was that supposed to mean?
Bewilderment swept through the twins as Mys responded, I don't know.
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Qui-Gon felt a mixture of emotions from the girl next to him. He had been studying her for the past few minutes. He knew she had withdrawn to find her sister and he was starting to become anxious. The trial must have adjourned by now, would he like what was the final outcome? Now he seemed as confused as the youngster, quietly he inquired, "MysAri, what is it?"
Rousing from her connection, she frowned, "I don't know, Master Jinn. Harenti..he said something. I just don't know what it means."
"What did he say?" Curiosity pressed the Knight.
"He said," the girl paused and swallowed. Slowly, she turned to look him in the eyes, her bright emerald gaze had darkened. "I would never be free of him." A cold chill passed through the room and a shadow settled over the girl for a moment before vanishing. They sat in silence trying to determine what the statement truly meant, when another feeling of confusion and cloudiness entered the tall man's mind.
At first, Qui-Gon thought it originated from the initiate, but he soon realized that he knew that portion of his mind too well. A place that had been silent for way too long. An odd smile settled across his leonine features as he looked at the bed. His gaze instantly locking with beautiful seachange eyes. A quiet husky voice whispered, "Master."
MysAri noticed the change in the Knight's face and knew exactly what it could mean. Her head snapped around to see eyelids fluttering open. Her breath caught in her chest and tears rimmed her eyes. Hearing the one word uttered through parched lips was the most wondrous and perfect sound she had ever heard in her life. She could only imagine what it felt like to the Master crumbling beside her.
Flooded with a range of emotions, Qui-Gon couldn't seem to get his legs to work properly. He fumbled his way to the side of the bed and crashed to his knees. He grabbed the boy's hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. "I have missed you, my Padawan."
"Me too, Master," the youth managed to say. Love flowed between them, filling the room. It was heart warming to watch and MysAri was fortunate enough to be able to. Tears blurred her vision before she turned to leave the room, giving them a moment alone. She promptly returned with a glass of water.
She cautiously approached the other side of the medcouch. Lifting the glass fractionally, she offered, "Here, Tschüxani, drink." She brought the cup to his dry lips and he thankfully drank the liquid. Periodically, she withdrew the cup, forcing him to take small sips. She didn't want to overload his system.
His voice still coarse from disuse, Obi-Wan smiled, "Thank you." MysAri blushed and then hurried out to get another cup and also some ice chips. When she left he turned back to his Master, "Are the others alright?"
"Yes, they are all fine." The Knight smiled down at the young man and shook his head gently. Obi-Wan cocked his head in puzzlement. "You never cease to amaze me, Padawan. You have been unconscious for two whole days, almost three and your first concern is for your peers."
Relaxing back into the bed, Obi-Wan laughed lightly. "I can't help it. I am a Jedi."
Now it was Qui-Gon's turn to laugh. "Yes, Padawan, that you are. And an exceptional one, for that matter."
Content to finally be back together, they let the moment stretch. Thoughtfully, Obi-Wan verified, "So the others are back safe, right?"
"Padawan Twik Hy'lah and his Master LaMinott are happy to be back together again. And the other students have been returned to their instructor," he paused as MysAri came back into the room, "except for maybe one."
"I have spoken with Master Xichu, if you must know. And Mira's getting all the work I missed together for me." MysAri automatically defended herself. "Besides, I had to make sure Obi-Wan was ok."
The young man flushed, he always disliked it when others fussed over him. At the moment he felt oddly flattered by her concern. Qui-Gon disrupted the building awkwardness by adding, "It was pleasant having company during the interim." He winked at the young initiate who smiled shyly in response.
Gathering her courage again, she asked, "So, am I forgiven for being concerned?"
"Only if you catch up on your studies," Master Xichu said from the doorway. "It's good to see you awake, young Kenobi. You had these two very worried." Slowly, the Knight approached the end of his cot. MiraCyn followed the instructor in and moved to stand between the woman and her sister.
"It was never my intention to do so." He replied with sincerity.
Defending his charge to the last, Qui-Gon interceded, "It matters little now, he's awake and looking much better. I'm just pleased to have my Padawan back." He patted the boy's hands, offering comfort.
"Thank you, Master." Obi-Wan was always quick to accept even the smallest hint of love or affection from the Knight. They let the moment carry the flow of tenderness around the room before disturbing it.
"Qui-Gon," Xichu spoke with in a confident tone, "Judge Tavis sends you his regards, as well as his apologies. He said that he could not alter the verdict on Harenti's case. He believes there was some sort of political backing that relaxed the punishment."
The large man considered her message. Late last night, he had checked his messages and found one from his friend, Guillaume. It had conveyed that there was a possibility for the scientist to get off from most of the charges against him. Laum had hinted toward someone in the background pulling strings but he couldn't find out any thing more. These were sometimes the possibilities that had to be faced and Qui-Gon understood and accepted, albeit reluctantly, the political games that were constantly in play. "I know he did the best he could, that is all we can ask for." Still curious about the aftermath of the trial, he prodded the pair for their interpretation, "I heard that Harenti had something to say before he was taken away."
MiraCyn flicked her sister a worried glance, but quickly drove away any fears she felt, "Yes, it seemed very cryptic. Hopefully, we'll never find out what he meant."
Not allowing such drivel to upset her, MysAri chimed in, "As long as he's facing some kind of justice, I will not waste another thought on him. And I will face what ever his plans are if and when I need to."
"That is a very wise decision," Xichu commended, "I'm glad you are not letting it get to you. More than likely it was an empty threat anyway. We are scheduled to appear before the Council shortly, perhaps you should get ready, MysAri."
"Alright," she agreed. But turned back to Obi-Wan, "Is there anything I can get you before I leave Tschüxani?"
"No, I think I'll be ok for now," he declined.
"Ok, I'll be off then. But I'll come back when we're done." Cautiously, she touched his shoulder and smiled before turning to leave.
Quickly, the teacher added, "We'll wait for you at the Council's Atrium."
"I won't be long." Pausing to answer, MysAri hurried off to get ready.
As soon as Mys was gone, Xichu turned back to the young man occupying the medcouch, "Well, I am glad to see you up now. I wish you a speedy recovery, Padawan Kenobi."
"Thank you Master." Obi-Wan replied obediently, but he felt a little foolish, he had never been introduced to the kind Knight. Not even noticing the hesitance, Xichu nodded and left as well.
Only one visitor remained, "How are you feeling, Obi-Wan?"
He answered honestly, "Tired, a little drained still, but I do feel better. You must be MysAri's twin sister?"
"Yes, I'm MiraCyn, I don't believe we have been properly introduced." The resemblance was undeniable. The twins were virtually identical, however, their Force signatures were slightly different. This allowed the Jedi to discern one from the other.
"No, we haven't but I'm sure you know who I am." Obi said bashfully. It seemed apparent that many people knew who he was that he hadn't even met yet.
"I do at that." She smiled. Mira had always been more of an observer than her sister, who likes to get in the fray of things. And over the course of the past week or so, as well as the scene before her right now, she noticed how much the two cared for each other. The change in the Knight was unbelievable, before his eyes held a deep worry in them, and now they were bright with joy and love. "You two are very fortunate to have each other. I can only hope I will have a relationship similar to yours when I have a Master."
Qui-Gon answered for the pair, "We both appreciate your kindness, and are sure that you will be as fortunate. Would you mind answering a question for me?" He had another curiosity to satisfy and determined this would be an ideal opportunity to do so.
"Not at all, Master Qui-Gon."
"I have observed your sister refer to Obi-Wan by an alternate name, yet you have not. May I ask what it means?" At one point, the Knight had asked the initiate who shared his vigil, but she seemed to skirt the issue by shrugging and saying it was just a nickname. But somewhere inside him, Qui- Gon had not entirely believed that is was merely a nickname.
"Mys said it was a term of endearment that was meant for one who's troubled." His memory still a bit hazy, Obi-Wan offered the explanation the MysAri had told him during their abduction.
"That is true to an extent," the girl agreed. Knowing that would not suffice the Knight, she continued, "We have always been fascinated about our heritage, researching our culture thoroughly. We also picked up a few things on the family visits we had. Apparently, our people are fond of naming and names are very significant. There are only certain times and purposes to giving a name to someone."
The account did little to dissuade his interest, "And what would those be?"
"Well, obviously, a name is given at birth. But when parents name, they actually give two, one for public use and one for family only. On occasion names are granted to close friends or extended family, but rarely happens anymore. There is only one other major event that names are exchanged. They can be given at a Betrothal Ceremony, a Marriage Ceremony, or when the person has determined to love no other." The way MiraCyn hesitantly proffered the last bit of information made the two Jedi wonder. "This name can only be used by the one who created it." A discomfited silence gripped the room. Not wishing to add to the awkwardness any further, MiraCyn bowed slightly, "I should be going, I do not want to keep the others and the Council waiting. Until later then." The initiate promptly left the room leaving the quizzical pair staring after her.
Qui-Gon glanced down at his Padawan and noticed the small frown. It appeared this new information might have changed the perspective a little. He placed a comforting hand on the youth's shoulder and suggested, "You should meditate on this later, but for right now, you need to rest."
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan settled back down against the medcouch. His mind wandered, trying to determine if the implication by MiraCyn was indeed its purpose. But what he also was contemplating was the sensation he had when he found out what it *could* mean. He knew what being a Jedi was all about, and for some reason, he knew MysAri did as well. Even still, why did the name bring him - comfort? Gradually, he drifted off into a healing slumber.
*
MysAri sat on one of the benches just beyond the great doors of the Council. She had washed up and put on a fresh tunic and was now waiting for the others to arrive. Rushing to get ready, she was hoping that they would get through this as quickly as possible so she could return to the Healers. But she had found the Atrium oddly empty and with no one around she allowed her disappointment to show. Instead of brooding about it, Mys decided to enter a light meditation to calm her nerves. No matter what the reason, going in front of the Council was always a harrowing experience.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but before too long a hand touched her shoulder, rousing her. Blinking, she looked up to find the Koyn Mind Healer smiling down at her. "Hello Master Uvontra."
The tall white/grey being knelt down beside the initiate, "Hello, MysAri. How is Obi-Wan doing?"
A bright smile spread across the girl's face, "He woke up today, Master. It was wonderful."
"That is good to hear." Uulia was glad to hear of the Padawan's recuperation, however, there were other concerns consuming her thoughts at the moment. Taking a deep breath, the Master calmed herself. "MysAri, you and I have worked together on a number of occasions. I was happy to accept the Council's offer to help out. I have been considering this for a long time now, but did not feel that the time was right. After some meditations and discussions with a number of Masters, we have determined that now was the proper time to approach you."
At the soft intonations of the Healer, MysAri's heart rate skyrocketed with anticipation, "Master, are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Smiling broadly, Uulia did nothing to hide her own eagerness, "I believe so." Clearing her throat, the Healer stated, "I would be proud to have you as my Padawan. Would you like me as your Master?"
"Oh, yes, Master. I would like that very much!!" Shocked elation gripped the young girl as she pounced on the woman, hugging her fiercely.
Easily falling into the embrace, Uulia sighed, "I'm so relieved. As soon as your sister and Master Xichu get here, we can speak with the Council." As if on queue, the duo exited the lift. MysAri and MiraCyn had echoing grins of excitement on their faces. Without exchanging a word, both knew that something unexpected and wonderful had happened to the other. But it would have to wait until after the Council meeting to find out more.
The great doors opened up admitting the quartet. Inside all of the Masters were present to receive them. When the great doors closed again, Master Yoda spoke, "Reached a decision we have. No longer separated the twins will be. Encourage the bond between them we will, under proper supervision."
"Is this satisfactory to you?" Master Gallia asked the twins.
In unison, they answered, "Yes, Masters." Before entering the pair schooled their features and became the perfect little Jedi. Their tone and answer full of the respect due their elders.
Pleased by the twins' composure, Mace addressed the Masters beside them, "Was there anything that either of you two wished to add?" The two Knights glanced at each other before responding.
"Yes Masters, we do wish to request approval from the Council." Xichu spoke clearly and concisely to her superiors.
"For what purpose?" The dark Master prompted.
The tall Healer made her announcement, "I have asked MysAri to consent to be my Padawan."
"And I have asked MiraCyn to be my Padawan," Xichu added. Yoda's ears perked at this statement, and before he could say anything the instructor assuaged his fears. "I have come to terms with the demise of my last Padawan. I know now it was the will of the Force. I am ready to take on the responsibility again."
Delighted to hear this, Yoda scrutinized the young girls, "What say you about the request?"
Again simultaneously, they answered, "We have accepted, Master Yoda."
After a brief pause, Mace declared, "The Council accepts and supports these bonds. You are now Master and Padawan. We shall prepare for the Ceremony when you are ready."
"Thank you Masters." The group replied.
"May the Force be with you." Bowing the newly paired teams exited, satisfied with the surprising outcome of the meeting. The excitement electrified the air around them. This would be exciting news to announce to friends, after some time spent together preparing for the changes to come.
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Epilogue
A man sat at a table waiting. Guards stood in the corner making sure nothing goes amiss. After some drug out minutes, a guard and his prisoner entered the small room. The woman seated herself across from the man as the security officer moved out of earshot of the two beings.
The calculating woman initiated the conversation, "I'm glad to see you were able to manipulate the rules."
The man smiled coolly, "I am not as high priority as you are."
"Still, I wish my political backers were not so cowardly." Her hands tensed and relaxed for a moment. She was not pleased at all to be trapped in this place.
"Give it time. Sooner or later you will be free of this place." The man tried to ease the situation, although he knew it would do little good.
A wicked smirk flickered across her lips, knowledge of evil schemes gave some comfort. "Yes, and then my plans will be executed. I want them to suffer."
To this the man swallowed hard. He had news, but he wasn't sure how well it would be received. "There is a small hitch."
"What might that be?" The animosity rose in the cool voice.
"I was unable to prevent the concoction from being prematurely distributed."
The woman leaned forward, "And that means what exactly?"
"The girl was injected, instead of our initial target." His gaze studied the table between them, only glancing up to gauge the woman's reaction.
She sat mulling over the statement, at last she accused, "This puts a major dent in my plans. Why have you not mentioned this before?"
Stuttering slightly, the man quickly gave his reasoning, "I wanted to see if it was a waste before I told you about it."
"So, is it?"
"I have kept observation of the subject. They remain friends, and it seems that they are close."
After another moment of deep contemplation, the feral grin returned. "No, it might not be a waste after all. Keep me apprised of the situation. If I need to, I will bring in another to set things into motion. But only when I feel the time is right. I might not get the revenge I wanted, but I will make one of them suffer."
Relieved that his mishap was accepted he immediately wrapped up the conversation, "As you wish." With that the man got up to leave but stopped when the woman called him.
"Harenti, you have done well."
"Thank you, Miss Arbor." Carefully, Harenti left the room, not to be heard from again. Jenna sat musing over the change and the new possibilities it created. In the end, she smiled as she was led back to her cell. After the guards left her, a cool calculated laugh echoed down the hall.
THE END
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