Well, here's the last post to "Enemies Don't Die." Good news: I started the next part in the trilogy. Bad news: I had already started it but I threw that one away, so it'll be awhile.
Thank You's: Ginger Ninja for posting, and all 4 people who reviewed as of before last chapter. I don't think anyone really liked this one.
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Xanatos was drastically outnumbered, the temple to one, but not beaten. He knew he would not have revenge today, or maybe he would. Pulling out his second device he said triumphantly, "You will all perish yet! So long, filthy vermin!"
The evil man hit the trigger, and a single explosion slightly rumbled the temple. Xanatos' face showed vividly his anger.
"It appears you have underestimated my Padawan again, Xanatos," Qui-Gon stated.
Xanatos slowly backed up towards the window. Figuring out his plan, the Masters all raised their hands and called all of the lightsabers, including Xanatos', to themselves. "Mark my words, I will have my revenge on you Qui-Gon, as well as your brat." Spinning, he used a Force leap to head into Coruscant's traffic, grabbing onto a passing speeder.
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Obi-Wan's vision was wavering, opting for black. They had to know,
"Tu-unnels. . . Wa-at-ter tunnels." He passed out.
"We're on it," Adi Gallia said, stalking off with three other Jedi.
Obi-Wan looked terrible. If he did not recieve help soon. . ."Someone summon the healers!" Qui-Gon shouted.
The bond was open, his only link to Obi-Wan. //Padawan, stay with me.//
//It hurts Master. . . so tired. . .//
//I know it hurts. . . Obi-Wan. . . son, don't give up.//
//Masteeerrr. . . looovvvee yoooouuuuu. . .//
//Obi-Wan?!//
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"Move aside," the healers commanded as they made their way through the remaining Council members to the Padawan. "Qui-Gon, stand back and let us work."
"Move you will Qui-Gon."
Quickly and efficiantly they put the boy on a hoverstretcher and left the chambers.
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I thought I was going to die. I knew the risks when I attempted to save the temple, yet when death was in reach, I realized I didn't want to die. Qui-Gon tried, I knew he did, but I couldn't even think about staying semi-concious.
I was scared; scared that I failed and even though the bond was open, Xanatos still had control. It frightened me that I might not possibly see my Master or my friends again until their time was up.
Qui-Gon watched weary-eyed as Obi-Wan's frame bobbed up and down in the bacta tank. He had been sitting in the same position for the last three days, hoping aganist hope that his Padawan would awaken.
The healers said it may take awhile. The boy's body had been seriously damaged; he almost hadn't made it to the tanks. Obi-Wan was also in shock. Mind healers came and determined that the voice did little damage to his mind, but if any problems arose, Kenobi would need counseling.
The Master sighed, 'He's only fifteen years old,' he thought. 'He shouldn't have had to endure this.'
A knock on the door interrupted his reverie. A Padawan stood in the entry, "Um. . . Master Jinn?"
Qui-Gon beckoned the small, red haired boy over, "I know who you are, Zarid. Yoda has filled me in. You are to be commended for your bravery in stopping those bombs."
Zarid blushed slightly, "Well, if it wasn't for Obi-Wan, I'd probably be dead by now. You see, he was to one who convinced me I didn't have to go up against and fight every enemy just to be a hero. I was extremely overconfident about the opponent, and almost didn't listen when Obi-Wan told me he had faced him before."
"It's alright, every Padawan goes through that stage." Inside, he felt his pride in Obi-Wan go up a notch.
"How is he?"
"Fine. . . for now."
The boy nodded, "I should go. The healers are only allowing one Padawan at a time in, and there are four others waiting." Bowing, he departed.
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A few more days passed, each one slower than the other. Obi-Wan's vital signs improved, and it was thought the boy would wake soon.
Qui-Gon still sat in his chair, sleeping. The lines on his face looked deeper and his clothes were very rumpled.
//Master?//
//Obi-Wan?!// Qui-Gon shot up, striding to the tank. He placed a hand on the glass, //How do you feel?//
//Okay, I guess. What happened? I mean after I passed out.//
//Xanatos is gone, but Adi Gallia and a few others managed to capture all of his workers thanks to you. You and Zarid saved everyone in the temple. We'll catch up with Xanatos in time.//
The bond reigned in silence for a bit. //Master. . . when I was about to completely pass out, you called me son?//
Qui-Gon swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. //Yes, Obi-Wan. I consider you a son, even though we've only been together two years. It would have killed me if you had died. I love you, Obi-Wan.//
//I love you too, Master.//
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There, see? My story wasn't so bad after all. Still want to hear a different one? Maybe some other time; you've already heard one today.
My Master is calling me; it's time for dinner, and I'm famished.
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The dark man sat hunched over, tinkering on some metal object. His midnight black cloak obscured everything but the lower half of his face, the only mark a burnt half circle. To someone that walked by, even though he was alone, they would've thought that the man was one of those crazies who talked to themselves.
Mist began to seep in the door, coming to rest behind the figure. "You failed."
"I will not next time. Next time I won't underestimate that brat Kenobi." Xanatos finished his project and held it up for examination. Seeming satisfied, he thumbed it on, a red blade shooting out. "I will have my revenge."
The mist swirled around Xanatos as if blown by a non-existant wind. "Do not fail again, or you will suffer more pain than all the Jedi ever will."
'I'm coming back, Oafy-Wan. You wll not stop me this time.'
THE END
Well that's it. If you want the next parts, review. I need incentive to write faster : )
Buh bye
Thank You's: Ginger Ninja for posting, and all 4 people who reviewed as of before last chapter. I don't think anyone really liked this one.
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Xanatos was drastically outnumbered, the temple to one, but not beaten. He knew he would not have revenge today, or maybe he would. Pulling out his second device he said triumphantly, "You will all perish yet! So long, filthy vermin!"
The evil man hit the trigger, and a single explosion slightly rumbled the temple. Xanatos' face showed vividly his anger.
"It appears you have underestimated my Padawan again, Xanatos," Qui-Gon stated.
Xanatos slowly backed up towards the window. Figuring out his plan, the Masters all raised their hands and called all of the lightsabers, including Xanatos', to themselves. "Mark my words, I will have my revenge on you Qui-Gon, as well as your brat." Spinning, he used a Force leap to head into Coruscant's traffic, grabbing onto a passing speeder.
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Obi-Wan's vision was wavering, opting for black. They had to know,
"Tu-unnels. . . Wa-at-ter tunnels." He passed out.
"We're on it," Adi Gallia said, stalking off with three other Jedi.
Obi-Wan looked terrible. If he did not recieve help soon. . ."Someone summon the healers!" Qui-Gon shouted.
The bond was open, his only link to Obi-Wan. //Padawan, stay with me.//
//It hurts Master. . . so tired. . .//
//I know it hurts. . . Obi-Wan. . . son, don't give up.//
//Masteeerrr. . . looovvvee yoooouuuuu. . .//
//Obi-Wan?!//
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"Move aside," the healers commanded as they made their way through the remaining Council members to the Padawan. "Qui-Gon, stand back and let us work."
"Move you will Qui-Gon."
Quickly and efficiantly they put the boy on a hoverstretcher and left the chambers.
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I thought I was going to die. I knew the risks when I attempted to save the temple, yet when death was in reach, I realized I didn't want to die. Qui-Gon tried, I knew he did, but I couldn't even think about staying semi-concious.
I was scared; scared that I failed and even though the bond was open, Xanatos still had control. It frightened me that I might not possibly see my Master or my friends again until their time was up.
Qui-Gon watched weary-eyed as Obi-Wan's frame bobbed up and down in the bacta tank. He had been sitting in the same position for the last three days, hoping aganist hope that his Padawan would awaken.
The healers said it may take awhile. The boy's body had been seriously damaged; he almost hadn't made it to the tanks. Obi-Wan was also in shock. Mind healers came and determined that the voice did little damage to his mind, but if any problems arose, Kenobi would need counseling.
The Master sighed, 'He's only fifteen years old,' he thought. 'He shouldn't have had to endure this.'
A knock on the door interrupted his reverie. A Padawan stood in the entry, "Um. . . Master Jinn?"
Qui-Gon beckoned the small, red haired boy over, "I know who you are, Zarid. Yoda has filled me in. You are to be commended for your bravery in stopping those bombs."
Zarid blushed slightly, "Well, if it wasn't for Obi-Wan, I'd probably be dead by now. You see, he was to one who convinced me I didn't have to go up against and fight every enemy just to be a hero. I was extremely overconfident about the opponent, and almost didn't listen when Obi-Wan told me he had faced him before."
"It's alright, every Padawan goes through that stage." Inside, he felt his pride in Obi-Wan go up a notch.
"How is he?"
"Fine. . . for now."
The boy nodded, "I should go. The healers are only allowing one Padawan at a time in, and there are four others waiting." Bowing, he departed.
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A few more days passed, each one slower than the other. Obi-Wan's vital signs improved, and it was thought the boy would wake soon.
Qui-Gon still sat in his chair, sleeping. The lines on his face looked deeper and his clothes were very rumpled.
//Master?//
//Obi-Wan?!// Qui-Gon shot up, striding to the tank. He placed a hand on the glass, //How do you feel?//
//Okay, I guess. What happened? I mean after I passed out.//
//Xanatos is gone, but Adi Gallia and a few others managed to capture all of his workers thanks to you. You and Zarid saved everyone in the temple. We'll catch up with Xanatos in time.//
The bond reigned in silence for a bit. //Master. . . when I was about to completely pass out, you called me son?//
Qui-Gon swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. //Yes, Obi-Wan. I consider you a son, even though we've only been together two years. It would have killed me if you had died. I love you, Obi-Wan.//
//I love you too, Master.//
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There, see? My story wasn't so bad after all. Still want to hear a different one? Maybe some other time; you've already heard one today.
My Master is calling me; it's time for dinner, and I'm famished.
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The dark man sat hunched over, tinkering on some metal object. His midnight black cloak obscured everything but the lower half of his face, the only mark a burnt half circle. To someone that walked by, even though he was alone, they would've thought that the man was one of those crazies who talked to themselves.
Mist began to seep in the door, coming to rest behind the figure. "You failed."
"I will not next time. Next time I won't underestimate that brat Kenobi." Xanatos finished his project and held it up for examination. Seeming satisfied, he thumbed it on, a red blade shooting out. "I will have my revenge."
The mist swirled around Xanatos as if blown by a non-existant wind. "Do not fail again, or you will suffer more pain than all the Jedi ever will."
'I'm coming back, Oafy-Wan. You wll not stop me this time.'
THE END
Well that's it. If you want the next parts, review. I need incentive to write faster : )
Buh bye