Hello! I'm sitting at home sick so I figured I'd post. Some reviewers have stated my obvious problem w/spelling and stuff. I have no beta reader and no spell check 'cause webtv sucks. I'm trying to be more careful as I type.
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Obi-Wan grasped for the Force as a chill ran down his spine, only to find it wasn't there. Only one thought came to mind, 'It's him.'
As if an answer to his unspoken question, the voice in his head replied, 'It's time.'
By now the Force deprivation was well known to the class. Master Meya quickly stood up and began to talk over the noise, "Calm down, Padawans! Stay level headed. The council will figure out what the problem is."
"Doubt it," a voice answered from the door. Two men completely dressed in black rushed in, blasters armed. Before anyone could do anything, they shot a tranquilizer dart at Bak-Uru and stole his lightsaber as he collapsed. "The rest of you," the leader commanded, "give us your lightsabers."
"Why should we?" a younger Padawan asked. "There's twenty of us and two of you."
"Because if you don't brat," the other thug said. "We'll shoot you down. Remember you don't have your precious Force."
Although a Jedi didn't necessarily need the Force, Obi-Wan saw that the incident would escalate, and quickly stepped in, "Alright, we'll give you our lightsabers. But you aren't to hurt any of us, or Master Meya."
"Agreed."
One by one, the Padawans stood up and handed their weapons to the leader, who threw them in a bag. The younger Padawan gave Obi-Wan and angry look as he headed back to his seat. Kenobi paid him no mind; the voice was back.
'It's time for you to die, Obi-Wan Kenobi.'
Obi-Wan surely hoped that wasn't the case.
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"We have called you back Qui-Gon, because we have learned some new information about your next mission," Mace Windu said.
"Circumstances, changed they have. The planet leaders want-" Yoda closed his eyes and thought before whispering, "Something wrong there is."
"You got that right, old troll," someone replied.
Qui-Gon shuddered and turned to see the one person he thought would never bother him again. "Xanatos," he said.
"The one and only, but you all thought I was dead right? So sorry to disappoint you," the sarcasm dripping off the young man's voice was almost tangible. "Qui-Gon, good to see you again. How's the nuisance you insist on calling a Padawan?"
"What do you want Xanatos?" Jinn asked, clenching his teeth.
"Well it's quite simple really," Xanatos said lightly, tossing his shoulder length hair and putting a hand in his pocket. "Revenge."
The Force, a presence which remained strong in the room, with or without the Jedi Council, suddenly vanished. Shocked at this, the Masters didn't have enough time to stop the evil man from using his power to collect all of their lightsabers.
"See, my old Master it's like this," Xanatos said, eyes as blank as ever. "Your brat has helped foil two of my plans, and I've found a way to get revenge on both you and him at once."
"What do you mean?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Ah, but that would be telling. I'd rather just show you." Out of his pocket came a comlink, "Bring up Kenobi as soon as you find him."
"Yes sir."
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Now I know you all are thinking: how could I have possibly known about these events if I was in a different part of the temple altogether? The answer is easy: Master Qui-Gon told me.
Anyway, moving on. Losing my lightsaber was just the beginning of my problems. . . .
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Obi-Wan looked over to see the young Padawan looking at him again. He mouthed, "Patience," and then the other boy began to understand. If the situation hadn't been so serious, he would have smiled. Kenobi remembered the time so long ago when all he wanted to do was get in the middle of a battle. But missons had taught him that fighting solved nothing.
Glancing back at the two men guarding the room, he frowned when he saw four. They were speaking quietly in a way that made Obi-Wan feel the coming danger. A few seconds later, he saw it.
"Who here is Obi-Wan Kenobi?" the leader of the first group asked.
Not a word was said but Obi-Wan could feel a few Padawan's eyes on him.
"We've checked all other classes," one of the new men said. "Either you tell us who you are, or we start killing Jedi one by one. Beginning with your teacher here."
A few moments later, and having no other choice, the boy stood up, "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi," he said quietly.
The two men came forward and roughly grabbed his arms, leading him out of the room. "Where are you taking me?!" All he recieved in reply was a smack to the face and an order to keep quiet. Something told him he had to get away.
They came to a three way hallway. Deciding now was the time to stop his trip, he swiftly kicked the man on his left in the knee. Following through he gae his hardest left hook to the other man before sprinting down the opposite hallway than they were about head down.
Obi-Wan ducked around the nearest corner just as blaster shots pierced the air where he had stood.
Kenobi leaned against the wall and waited for the first thug. As he came around the corner, the boy chopped him in the neck, grabbed his blaster, and slammed it down on the collarbone. Obi-Wan fired as the second one came. He took that man's blaster and slung it's strap around his neck and shoulder. Spying a storage closet, he dragged the dead and
unconcious men to it, placing them inside. A few tools lay nearby. Obi-Wan picked them up and shoved them in his utilitly belt. They weren't lightsabers, but they might be useful when he couldn't use his newly aquired blasters. The tools consisted of a hydorspanner, a
wrench, a knife, and a metal bar. Thinking quickly, he swiped the thug's comlinks.
Silently he left the closet and snuck across the hall to a currently empty classroom. Obi-Wan grabbed a chair and headed towards the back wall where a vent stood. Carefully, he pried the covering of and entered the temple's ventalation system. Cool air brushed against
his sweat covered body (who turned the temperature up?). Obi-Wan coldn't hope to get help without facing more guards. Right now, they had the advantage, and two against one in a blaster fight would get him or others killed.
Of course. No one would think t look for him in his and Qui-Gon's quarters. At least for a while anyway. The problem was that the quarters were on a different floor of the temple. He would have to get to the lift or a stairwell so he could make the five floor drop, and it was more likely than not that at least the lifts were being monitered.
Obi-Wan shook his head, 'I'll figure it out when I get there,' he thought.
'The end is near.'
The boy's eyes went wide as the voice spoke again. Who was this person? Why was the voice so familiar? How come the voce wouldn't leave him alone? "Go away," he muttered, but he coudn't deny the shiver of fear that ran down his spine.
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"You won't win Xanatos," Mace said boldly.
"Shut up Windu! Who asked you?!"
"Right he is. Too much anger you have."
Xanatos drew and ignited his lightsaber, "You know Yoda. You're really starting to bug me, and I sure won't miss you if you're gone."
"Sir! Sir!"
"What?!" Xanatos yelled into the little piece of metal. He disengaged his lightsaber when he heard what was said. "What? Well find him! No, you are not to hurt him. That's my job."
Turning, he stared at Qui-Gon, who now sat bound next to Yoda. "Well, it appears Oafy-Wan has fled my men. That'll only make my job that much more fun."
"Leave him alone Xanatos," Qui-Gon growled.
"Or what? You'll chop me down with your lightsaber? You can't do anything to help him."
Qui-Gon didn't respond to the statement. Thoughts of the fifteen year old Padawan battered his mind. If anything happened to that boy, he didn't know what he would do. Only a year together, and Qui-Gon considered Obi-Wan a son.
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Obi-Wan searched all over the quarters for something to help him. Pillows flew, closets were opened, droors were silently emptied, but he found nothing. An idea came. He went to the computer and found the schematics for the temple he had used for a homework assignment a while back. According to it, the fastest way for him to get to the gyms from
where he was would be to take the main staircase up, make a right turn, and proceed down the hall up a different spire. The problem was that the stairs were on the main floor of the temple, and left him too exposed.
Usually spare training lightsabers were kept in racks of a gym storage room for initiates. They woudn't do much good in a fight, but using one could provide some protection against blaster shots. But more importantly, Obi-Wan needed to find out who had taken over the temple and how he or she managed to do it.
"I know you got away, Obi-Wan," a voice from one of the comlinks said. "Just know you cannot run any longer. My men wil find you, and I will make you scream from pain you cannot even imagine."
Blowing out some hot air Obi-Wan picked up the comlink in question, "Look whoever you are, can we do this some other time? I'm kinda busy right now and I really don't need your useless taunts." With that he switched the power off on both comlinks and headed out the door.
'You can't win.'
"Shut up."
TBC
Well that's all for today. No big news here. HAPPRY TURKEY DAY!! Buh
bye
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Obi-Wan grasped for the Force as a chill ran down his spine, only to find it wasn't there. Only one thought came to mind, 'It's him.'
As if an answer to his unspoken question, the voice in his head replied, 'It's time.'
By now the Force deprivation was well known to the class. Master Meya quickly stood up and began to talk over the noise, "Calm down, Padawans! Stay level headed. The council will figure out what the problem is."
"Doubt it," a voice answered from the door. Two men completely dressed in black rushed in, blasters armed. Before anyone could do anything, they shot a tranquilizer dart at Bak-Uru and stole his lightsaber as he collapsed. "The rest of you," the leader commanded, "give us your lightsabers."
"Why should we?" a younger Padawan asked. "There's twenty of us and two of you."
"Because if you don't brat," the other thug said. "We'll shoot you down. Remember you don't have your precious Force."
Although a Jedi didn't necessarily need the Force, Obi-Wan saw that the incident would escalate, and quickly stepped in, "Alright, we'll give you our lightsabers. But you aren't to hurt any of us, or Master Meya."
"Agreed."
One by one, the Padawans stood up and handed their weapons to the leader, who threw them in a bag. The younger Padawan gave Obi-Wan and angry look as he headed back to his seat. Kenobi paid him no mind; the voice was back.
'It's time for you to die, Obi-Wan Kenobi.'
Obi-Wan surely hoped that wasn't the case.
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"We have called you back Qui-Gon, because we have learned some new information about your next mission," Mace Windu said.
"Circumstances, changed they have. The planet leaders want-" Yoda closed his eyes and thought before whispering, "Something wrong there is."
"You got that right, old troll," someone replied.
Qui-Gon shuddered and turned to see the one person he thought would never bother him again. "Xanatos," he said.
"The one and only, but you all thought I was dead right? So sorry to disappoint you," the sarcasm dripping off the young man's voice was almost tangible. "Qui-Gon, good to see you again. How's the nuisance you insist on calling a Padawan?"
"What do you want Xanatos?" Jinn asked, clenching his teeth.
"Well it's quite simple really," Xanatos said lightly, tossing his shoulder length hair and putting a hand in his pocket. "Revenge."
The Force, a presence which remained strong in the room, with or without the Jedi Council, suddenly vanished. Shocked at this, the Masters didn't have enough time to stop the evil man from using his power to collect all of their lightsabers.
"See, my old Master it's like this," Xanatos said, eyes as blank as ever. "Your brat has helped foil two of my plans, and I've found a way to get revenge on both you and him at once."
"What do you mean?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Ah, but that would be telling. I'd rather just show you." Out of his pocket came a comlink, "Bring up Kenobi as soon as you find him."
"Yes sir."
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Now I know you all are thinking: how could I have possibly known about these events if I was in a different part of the temple altogether? The answer is easy: Master Qui-Gon told me.
Anyway, moving on. Losing my lightsaber was just the beginning of my problems. . . .
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Obi-Wan looked over to see the young Padawan looking at him again. He mouthed, "Patience," and then the other boy began to understand. If the situation hadn't been so serious, he would have smiled. Kenobi remembered the time so long ago when all he wanted to do was get in the middle of a battle. But missons had taught him that fighting solved nothing.
Glancing back at the two men guarding the room, he frowned when he saw four. They were speaking quietly in a way that made Obi-Wan feel the coming danger. A few seconds later, he saw it.
"Who here is Obi-Wan Kenobi?" the leader of the first group asked.
Not a word was said but Obi-Wan could feel a few Padawan's eyes on him.
"We've checked all other classes," one of the new men said. "Either you tell us who you are, or we start killing Jedi one by one. Beginning with your teacher here."
A few moments later, and having no other choice, the boy stood up, "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi," he said quietly.
The two men came forward and roughly grabbed his arms, leading him out of the room. "Where are you taking me?!" All he recieved in reply was a smack to the face and an order to keep quiet. Something told him he had to get away.
They came to a three way hallway. Deciding now was the time to stop his trip, he swiftly kicked the man on his left in the knee. Following through he gae his hardest left hook to the other man before sprinting down the opposite hallway than they were about head down.
Obi-Wan ducked around the nearest corner just as blaster shots pierced the air where he had stood.
Kenobi leaned against the wall and waited for the first thug. As he came around the corner, the boy chopped him in the neck, grabbed his blaster, and slammed it down on the collarbone. Obi-Wan fired as the second one came. He took that man's blaster and slung it's strap around his neck and shoulder. Spying a storage closet, he dragged the dead and
unconcious men to it, placing them inside. A few tools lay nearby. Obi-Wan picked them up and shoved them in his utilitly belt. They weren't lightsabers, but they might be useful when he couldn't use his newly aquired blasters. The tools consisted of a hydorspanner, a
wrench, a knife, and a metal bar. Thinking quickly, he swiped the thug's comlinks.
Silently he left the closet and snuck across the hall to a currently empty classroom. Obi-Wan grabbed a chair and headed towards the back wall where a vent stood. Carefully, he pried the covering of and entered the temple's ventalation system. Cool air brushed against
his sweat covered body (who turned the temperature up?). Obi-Wan coldn't hope to get help without facing more guards. Right now, they had the advantage, and two against one in a blaster fight would get him or others killed.
Of course. No one would think t look for him in his and Qui-Gon's quarters. At least for a while anyway. The problem was that the quarters were on a different floor of the temple. He would have to get to the lift or a stairwell so he could make the five floor drop, and it was more likely than not that at least the lifts were being monitered.
Obi-Wan shook his head, 'I'll figure it out when I get there,' he thought.
'The end is near.'
The boy's eyes went wide as the voice spoke again. Who was this person? Why was the voice so familiar? How come the voce wouldn't leave him alone? "Go away," he muttered, but he coudn't deny the shiver of fear that ran down his spine.
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"You won't win Xanatos," Mace said boldly.
"Shut up Windu! Who asked you?!"
"Right he is. Too much anger you have."
Xanatos drew and ignited his lightsaber, "You know Yoda. You're really starting to bug me, and I sure won't miss you if you're gone."
"Sir! Sir!"
"What?!" Xanatos yelled into the little piece of metal. He disengaged his lightsaber when he heard what was said. "What? Well find him! No, you are not to hurt him. That's my job."
Turning, he stared at Qui-Gon, who now sat bound next to Yoda. "Well, it appears Oafy-Wan has fled my men. That'll only make my job that much more fun."
"Leave him alone Xanatos," Qui-Gon growled.
"Or what? You'll chop me down with your lightsaber? You can't do anything to help him."
Qui-Gon didn't respond to the statement. Thoughts of the fifteen year old Padawan battered his mind. If anything happened to that boy, he didn't know what he would do. Only a year together, and Qui-Gon considered Obi-Wan a son.
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Obi-Wan searched all over the quarters for something to help him. Pillows flew, closets were opened, droors were silently emptied, but he found nothing. An idea came. He went to the computer and found the schematics for the temple he had used for a homework assignment a while back. According to it, the fastest way for him to get to the gyms from
where he was would be to take the main staircase up, make a right turn, and proceed down the hall up a different spire. The problem was that the stairs were on the main floor of the temple, and left him too exposed.
Usually spare training lightsabers were kept in racks of a gym storage room for initiates. They woudn't do much good in a fight, but using one could provide some protection against blaster shots. But more importantly, Obi-Wan needed to find out who had taken over the temple and how he or she managed to do it.
"I know you got away, Obi-Wan," a voice from one of the comlinks said. "Just know you cannot run any longer. My men wil find you, and I will make you scream from pain you cannot even imagine."
Blowing out some hot air Obi-Wan picked up the comlink in question, "Look whoever you are, can we do this some other time? I'm kinda busy right now and I really don't need your useless taunts." With that he switched the power off on both comlinks and headed out the door.
'You can't win.'
"Shut up."
TBC
Well that's all for today. No big news here. HAPPRY TURKEY DAY!! Buh
bye