Title: Enemies Don't Die
Author: snowprincess
Rating: PG
Summary: As the day rises, an old nemises seeks revenge.
DIsclaimer: I don't own anyting that has any part of Star Wars. They belong to George Lucas. I own two original characters: Master Buk-Uru Meya and Padawan Zarid.
A/N: I'm not completely sure when I'll be able to post new parts or write other stories, so please be patient with me. There is a prequel (kind of a sequal) to this, and possibly a full out sequel. I just don't have a lot of time for writing anymore, and I'll have less starting Nov.-Jan. with basketball starting. Anyway I'm done babbling now.
Timeframe: Obi-Wan is 14
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I'm going to tell you a story. But what story I'm going to tell, I'm not quite sure yet. I could tell about the mission to Namtab when Qui-Gon was almost killed by the corrupt governor, or the time when I spent a week teaching seven year olds the finer points of the Jedi code (what a nightmare)! There was also the day where everything, well, almost everything went wrong, with results that I find a very hard time believing are funny.
For some reason I don't think that's the kind of story you want to hear (well, maybe you do, but I'm the one doing the telling). I'm going to tell you the tale of when. . . . of wait! I can't give away the ending or there'll be no point in telling the story! Now, I'll give no promises to wheather you'll like what I have to say, or even if you stick around to hear it, but it's up to you.
Who am I you ask? My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, fifteen year old Jedi Padawan to Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Throughout my life I have been trained to help those in need, honing my skills in diplomacy, fighting, adn other subjects to help battle the dark forces wanting to consume the galaxy. I, like many others, have given up my homeworld, family, and a chance for a mate in order to shoulder the burdens of others. But despite all the hardships I have faced, it has always been worth it.
Anyway, back to my story. As I said, you may want to hear another one, but I choose to tell you this one. Some are still not over what happened, but it is said talking about it makes you feel better.
It all started on a normal day. Qui-Gon and I were meeting with the council about our last mission. . . .
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"After the failed assasination of King Tetob, we noticed that the King's son was leaving often and suddenly to secret meetings. It was decided that one of us would follow. Padawan," Qui-Gon said, gesturing to the council that it was the boy's job to fill in the next part of the story.
"Prince Tet had been meeting with the planet's most dangerous crime organization. They were planning to-" All of a sudden Qui-gon dissapeared into thin air, only to re-appear, tied up, next to Yoda. In front of him stood a man in all black robes, holding an ignited blood
red lightsaber.
One of the giant windows looking out into the Coruscant skyline was shattered, glass littering the floor. Looking dwn athimself, he saw that his clothes were tattered, some revealing bruised and bleeding skin, his lightsaber was too, ignited, and he was soaking wet. The city lights made strange patterns around the room.
The figure moved, slashing at his exposed chest. Obi-Wan moved to block, sending the bar of red back at his atacker. Together, though not working for the same side, they fought in a dance. Parry, parry, thrust, spin, flip, parry, and onthe game went. The dark one was clearly winning, as the younger one's exhausted state caused him to make mistakes.
The evil ligtsaber moved left, then right, too fast for the. . . .(green one?!) to catch up. Hot pain flamed through his right shoulder as he collapsed on the ground, the world falling with him. Every breath brought more agony as what seemed like hours passed by. Then, the suddenly the giant face of his Master loomed before him. "Hold on, Padawan. . . . "
Obi-Wan's vision went black.
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A pressure on his hand and a soft bed beneath him brought the boy out of unconciousness. Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered as he looked up to. . . . his room ceiling. He could tell by the model ships hanging from it. A deep breath filled the boy's lungs as he sligtly grumbled, trying to remember how he ended up back in his room.
"Padawan?" a voice asked. Qui-Gon's face entered Obi-Wan's vision, "Are you alright?"
Kenobi sat up and looked to where his Master sat. The man looked worn, his age lines looking sligtly deeper than normal. Further inspection out the window revealed it was now night, although it was barely past midday when the council meeting had begun, "Yes Master. What hapened? How long have I been out?"
Qui-Gon ran a hand down his face, "You began to give your report on what happened when you followed the prince. Then you just stopped and stood there, staring into nothing. You cried out and collapsed, seven hours ago. What was going on? Did you have a vision?"
All Obi-Wan could do was nod. Almost as if looking through the wall, he stared off in the distance. Obi-Wan's chest heaved as here called the events that had played before him. Frantically, the boy pulled his hand out of his Master's grip and pulled off the tunics covering his right shoulder. Fingers greeted pink skin and he sighed in relief at the lack of a lightsaber hole.
"Obi-Wan?"
Glancing at Qui-Gon, the boy replied, "Yes Master. But I'm not sure what it means yet."
"It might not mean anything, Padawan. Not all visions will come true, or come true fully."
"I konw Maser. But I have a feeling that this time the vision will come true."
The Master didn't know what to say. He just placed a comforting hand on the by's shoulder before standing up. "Get some rest Obi-Wan. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight Master."
"Sleep well Padawan."
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"And then to top it of, by sitting on the bench, Master and I violated the sacred law of the natives," Reeft finished.
The other three snickered as the group walked down the halways of the temple. They had just gotten out of classes for the day, and all desired a swim in the lake. Reeft's face turned red at Obi-Wan, Siri, and Garen's continued merriment at Reeft's misfortune on his last mission.
"What did the natives do?" Siri asked.
"We had to-"
It was happening again, but not the same vision. Wind blew at his hair and ruffled his clothes, well, what was left of them. He stood on a platform near one of the spires surrounding the council chambers. The afternoon sun made him feel warm as he breathed in air smelling like seeder fuel.
He held an extended grappling hook as well as a metal bar from a maintenence closet. Ahead in the council room he could see a man in black shouting to the members. Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon was in there as well, but he couldn't see him. The boy smiled to himself, wondering how only a few hours had gone by, even thoug it was like he had been running forever.
With a deep breath, he shot out the line so it connected just above the window. Holding the bar above the line with one hand on each side, he jumped. He glided slowly at first, but it kept getting faster and Obi-Wan realized he wouldn't be able to stop. The air whooshed by so
fast he had to squint to try and dim it's effects.
Finally, he let go and cvered his head as he smashed through the window. Over and over the Padawan rolled before coming to a halt. Obi-Wan opened his eyes only to see a red blade centimeters from his face. . . .
"So, we've reached te end, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
That voice. It was frightenly familiar. But who was in it?
"It's time for you to die."
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"Obi-Wan! Come on! We're going to run out of free time!" Garen called.
The boy shook his head to clear his mind of the vision. Deciding he would have to meditate on it later, Obi-Wan smiled and ran to catch up with his friends.
TBC
I know I know short but I already explained my reasons. I noticed I have a tendancy to end my stories too early, not gonig into proper detail. I hope this one is different and I'm going to make sure the prequel is good. Till then. Buh bye
Author: snowprincess
Rating: PG
Summary: As the day rises, an old nemises seeks revenge.
DIsclaimer: I don't own anyting that has any part of Star Wars. They belong to George Lucas. I own two original characters: Master Buk-Uru Meya and Padawan Zarid.
A/N: I'm not completely sure when I'll be able to post new parts or write other stories, so please be patient with me. There is a prequel (kind of a sequal) to this, and possibly a full out sequel. I just don't have a lot of time for writing anymore, and I'll have less starting Nov.-Jan. with basketball starting. Anyway I'm done babbling now.
Timeframe: Obi-Wan is 14
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm going to tell you a story. But what story I'm going to tell, I'm not quite sure yet. I could tell about the mission to Namtab when Qui-Gon was almost killed by the corrupt governor, or the time when I spent a week teaching seven year olds the finer points of the Jedi code (what a nightmare)! There was also the day where everything, well, almost everything went wrong, with results that I find a very hard time believing are funny.
For some reason I don't think that's the kind of story you want to hear (well, maybe you do, but I'm the one doing the telling). I'm going to tell you the tale of when. . . . of wait! I can't give away the ending or there'll be no point in telling the story! Now, I'll give no promises to wheather you'll like what I have to say, or even if you stick around to hear it, but it's up to you.
Who am I you ask? My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, fifteen year old Jedi Padawan to Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Throughout my life I have been trained to help those in need, honing my skills in diplomacy, fighting, adn other subjects to help battle the dark forces wanting to consume the galaxy. I, like many others, have given up my homeworld, family, and a chance for a mate in order to shoulder the burdens of others. But despite all the hardships I have faced, it has always been worth it.
Anyway, back to my story. As I said, you may want to hear another one, but I choose to tell you this one. Some are still not over what happened, but it is said talking about it makes you feel better.
It all started on a normal day. Qui-Gon and I were meeting with the council about our last mission. . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"After the failed assasination of King Tetob, we noticed that the King's son was leaving often and suddenly to secret meetings. It was decided that one of us would follow. Padawan," Qui-Gon said, gesturing to the council that it was the boy's job to fill in the next part of the story.
"Prince Tet had been meeting with the planet's most dangerous crime organization. They were planning to-" All of a sudden Qui-gon dissapeared into thin air, only to re-appear, tied up, next to Yoda. In front of him stood a man in all black robes, holding an ignited blood
red lightsaber.
One of the giant windows looking out into the Coruscant skyline was shattered, glass littering the floor. Looking dwn athimself, he saw that his clothes were tattered, some revealing bruised and bleeding skin, his lightsaber was too, ignited, and he was soaking wet. The city lights made strange patterns around the room.
The figure moved, slashing at his exposed chest. Obi-Wan moved to block, sending the bar of red back at his atacker. Together, though not working for the same side, they fought in a dance. Parry, parry, thrust, spin, flip, parry, and onthe game went. The dark one was clearly winning, as the younger one's exhausted state caused him to make mistakes.
The evil ligtsaber moved left, then right, too fast for the. . . .(green one?!) to catch up. Hot pain flamed through his right shoulder as he collapsed on the ground, the world falling with him. Every breath brought more agony as what seemed like hours passed by. Then, the suddenly the giant face of his Master loomed before him. "Hold on, Padawan. . . . "
Obi-Wan's vision went black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A pressure on his hand and a soft bed beneath him brought the boy out of unconciousness. Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered as he looked up to. . . . his room ceiling. He could tell by the model ships hanging from it. A deep breath filled the boy's lungs as he sligtly grumbled, trying to remember how he ended up back in his room.
"Padawan?" a voice asked. Qui-Gon's face entered Obi-Wan's vision, "Are you alright?"
Kenobi sat up and looked to where his Master sat. The man looked worn, his age lines looking sligtly deeper than normal. Further inspection out the window revealed it was now night, although it was barely past midday when the council meeting had begun, "Yes Master. What hapened? How long have I been out?"
Qui-Gon ran a hand down his face, "You began to give your report on what happened when you followed the prince. Then you just stopped and stood there, staring into nothing. You cried out and collapsed, seven hours ago. What was going on? Did you have a vision?"
All Obi-Wan could do was nod. Almost as if looking through the wall, he stared off in the distance. Obi-Wan's chest heaved as here called the events that had played before him. Frantically, the boy pulled his hand out of his Master's grip and pulled off the tunics covering his right shoulder. Fingers greeted pink skin and he sighed in relief at the lack of a lightsaber hole.
"Obi-Wan?"
Glancing at Qui-Gon, the boy replied, "Yes Master. But I'm not sure what it means yet."
"It might not mean anything, Padawan. Not all visions will come true, or come true fully."
"I konw Maser. But I have a feeling that this time the vision will come true."
The Master didn't know what to say. He just placed a comforting hand on the by's shoulder before standing up. "Get some rest Obi-Wan. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight Master."
"Sleep well Padawan."
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"And then to top it of, by sitting on the bench, Master and I violated the sacred law of the natives," Reeft finished.
The other three snickered as the group walked down the halways of the temple. They had just gotten out of classes for the day, and all desired a swim in the lake. Reeft's face turned red at Obi-Wan, Siri, and Garen's continued merriment at Reeft's misfortune on his last mission.
"What did the natives do?" Siri asked.
"We had to-"
It was happening again, but not the same vision. Wind blew at his hair and ruffled his clothes, well, what was left of them. He stood on a platform near one of the spires surrounding the council chambers. The afternoon sun made him feel warm as he breathed in air smelling like seeder fuel.
He held an extended grappling hook as well as a metal bar from a maintenence closet. Ahead in the council room he could see a man in black shouting to the members. Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon was in there as well, but he couldn't see him. The boy smiled to himself, wondering how only a few hours had gone by, even thoug it was like he had been running forever.
With a deep breath, he shot out the line so it connected just above the window. Holding the bar above the line with one hand on each side, he jumped. He glided slowly at first, but it kept getting faster and Obi-Wan realized he wouldn't be able to stop. The air whooshed by so
fast he had to squint to try and dim it's effects.
Finally, he let go and cvered his head as he smashed through the window. Over and over the Padawan rolled before coming to a halt. Obi-Wan opened his eyes only to see a red blade centimeters from his face. . . .
"So, we've reached te end, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
That voice. It was frightenly familiar. But who was in it?
"It's time for you to die."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Obi-Wan! Come on! We're going to run out of free time!" Garen called.
The boy shook his head to clear his mind of the vision. Deciding he would have to meditate on it later, Obi-Wan smiled and ran to catch up with his friends.
TBC
I know I know short but I already explained my reasons. I noticed I have a tendancy to end my stories too early, not gonig into proper detail. I hope this one is different and I'm going to make sure the prequel is good. Till then. Buh bye