Title: Beyond Time
Author: Anaika Skywalker
Author's Email: lindsay30@austarnet.com.au
Rating: R (You've been warned.)
Summery: Luke Skywalker and Jedi student, Seri Ke`tel, are accidentally knock back in time. Being saved by Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Now all four must work together to get them back to their own time.
Disclaimer: It belongs to George Lucas, I just like to play in his universe once and a while.
Authors' note: I've always been fascinated with time travel, but this is the first time I've had a go at writing one.
Beyond TimePart One: Out of Time
Planet Endor - 6 hours, 12 days from Coruscant.
Seri Ke`tel checked the read outs once more, a Force storm was effecting hyperspace above Endor and it was getting larger. Producing large amounts of midi-chlorians and the closer they came to the Force storm the stronger the pull, the higher the indication of midi-chlorians.
"Master Luke!" she called out, keeping her eyes on the readouts. Seri Ke`tel was a Char`van Princess who looked human, except for the silver eyes and a slivery gleam to her skin.
Luke Skywalker came into the cockpit, a strong tranquil presence. "Do we have a problem, Your Highness?"
Seri rolled her eyes. "It's nothing major, oh Master Jedi. We're only being pulled into a Force storm the size of Coruscant," she commented sarcastically, twisting with a long lock of unbraided hair that came from behind her right ear around his finger a nervous habit.
The Jedi Master smiled at her candidness. Sitting in the pilot's chair. "Lets pull back and send in the probe your scientists developed."
She took the co-pilots chair. "Reversing thrusters," she said as she carried out the order. However they were still heading into the storm. "No response."
Luke gave the ship a little more power. "We're being pulled in, even at full power," he eased the throttle back. "I'm going to have to shut her down, or we'll have a burn out."
Seri got up and went back to the auxiliary station. "I'm going to send out a signal buoy, so we at least have a point of reference to return to," she informed and launched the buoy.
"Do we have a signal?" The Jedi Master asked her as the ship was on the event horizon of the storm.
"Yes," she answered, receiving the signal.
"You'd better buckle in, Princess!"
Seri turned, outside the ship; it was like they'd gone to lightspeed. Then the auxiliary console blew out, hitting her fully. Throwing her across the cockpit, into a painful unconsciousness.
Planet Dan`sh - 4 days 3 hours from Coruscant (15 years before the Clone Wars)
The Jedi Council had sent them to relax; their last mission had nearly been fatal and they been ordered to recover emotional as well as physically. They had seen the ship coming down the same time as they had felt the disturbance in the Force.
"Here Master!" Obi-Wan Kenobi called out, having ran a head.
Qui-Gon caught up to his Padawan seeing what he did. The oval shaped ship had nosed dived into the ground. Dirt and dust was still settling and the hull was smoking from the speed it had entered the atmosphere. There was also a ripple in the Force and something else, something that the Jedi Master couldn't work out. "There are survivors, Padawan. We must hurry."
Obi-Wan followed his Master closer to the crash sight. The emergency hatch suddenly blew, making both move quickly to avoid being hit by it. Using the Force, they leaped up onto the hull and jumped into the ship.
Systems all through the vessel were down, sparks flew from some, and others merely flickered. The two Jedi made their way to the front of the ship, prying open the door to the cockpit. An unconscious female Char`van lay on the deck and a human male, was slumped in his chair out cold.
"Check the pilot, Padawan." Qui-Gon told his Apprentice, as he knelt next to the Char`van.
Obi-Wan did gently easing the man back in his chair. "He has a cut above his right eye, I can't sense any broken bones. He'll have a headache when he wakes up though."
"His companion wasn't so lucky," his Master reported, taking notice of the burns through the scorched clothing. "It looks like she took the full blunt when that auxiliary console blew," he scooped her up into his arms gently lifting her, subconsciously cradling her against him. "Take care of the pilot."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I'll see you back at the cabin."
"Be quick," his Master insisted. Then left the cockpit, the young woman limp in his arms. He found the landing ramp and extended it, deciding it would be the easiest way out. Carrying the unconscious Char`van back to the cabin he and his Padawan were using. Inside he took her into his room, laying her down. Finding the medical kit, he carefully removed the burnt and torn clothing from the young woman, leaving her in her underwear as he cleaned and tending to her wounds. Covering the worse with Bacta patches, before laying a light blanket over her. There was something about her, a connection; it was as if the Force had brought them together.
Obi-Wan came into the room, a little distracted at first by the beautiful young woman with light brown hair. "Her companion is in my room. I've cleaned the cut above his right eye, he as a concussion but other then that no other injuries," he conveyed, and then added. "Master, his right hand is mechanical. If I hadn't of seen it on the medical scanner, I wouldn't of known. It's resembles no technology I've ever seen."
Qui-Gon was holding the Char'van's lightsaber. The weapon was well balanced and designed to be handled by a woman. Light and made from a metal he had no prior knowledge of. What he did recognize was the Royal seal etched into the metal and a birthmark on her right shoulder. "I don't known who our pilot is, Padawan but our young friend here is of Royal birth," he showed him the seal. "She also has the Char`van Sovereignty birthmark."
"Do we contact Char`van?" Obi-Wan asked him.
His Master shook his head. "No," he answered, believing these two had been sent to them for a reason. "Lets wait and see what our guests have to say." He put the lightsaber on the table beside the sleeping couch; along with the utility belt she'd worn. Her clothing, the belt, boots, even the lightsaber; thought not unusual still seemed out of place. As out of place as this young woman and her companion were, even so Qui-Gon had a feeling the answers they sort would come in time and time was what they had plenty off.
Seri opened her eyes and groaned, her head hurt, in fact her whole body hurt. Closing her eyes again she drew the Force around her, easing her discomfort until it past. Reopening her eyes she sat up slowly swinging her legs off the sleeping couch, realizing she was missing her clothing. She spotted a tunic hanging over the back of a chair; grabbing it she slipped it on. It hung down to her knees and the arms were so long they covered her hands. She rolled them up. She wasn't alone where ever she was; she could sense Master Luke near by as well as two others, both strong with the Force. On instinct she grabbed her lightsaber, and then opened the door padding out of room. The living room was in twilight; a kitchen was to the far side. To her right was another room and she presumed a refresher.
"You're safe, young one," a deep voice informed. A light turned on in the kitchen.
She saw the man standing there, tall. Shoulder length brown hair, peppered a little with gray, as was his beard. He features were rugged, but handsome. High check bones and a nose that looked if it had been broken more then once, but remained kind of cute. Especially with those pale blue eyes of his, which seemed to carry their own emotions. Yet there was something that felt so familiar about him, so right. "Who are you? Where am I?" She asked almost hesitant to know.
"I'm Qui-Gon Jinn Jedi Master. You're on Dan`sha."
Her eyes widened. Qui-Gon Jinn. His name had been mentioned numerous times in her grandfather's journal. He'd died ten years before the Clone Wars. Which meant they'd come back in time, for he was alive and right in front of her. Finding her voice she asked while probing his mind telepathically, she needed information and fast. "Where is Master Luke?"
Qui-Gon wasn't surprised by the title. He'd been expecting it. Even though she didn't have her Padawan braid, plaited. He had sensed a bond between them, though it wasn't like any training bond he'd encountered. Then again there was so much about this he couldn't explain. "Your Master is still unconscious. My Apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi is with him."
Kenobi. Obi-Wan Kenobi. He'd also been mentioned. "And my clothes?" She tugged a sleeve up a little more, feeling oddly comfortable around him. "I take it this yours?"
The Jedi Master chuckled. "It is. Your clothes weren't worth saving."
"Oh."
He came further into the room and Seri found he was tall, taller them herself and she knew Master Luke.
"You haven't told me your name," he said gently, ignoring the strong pheromones she released. That all Char`van's did, it was part of their body chemistry.
"Seri," she told him, mentally giving herself a shake as she gathered what she need through the telepathic link. "My name is Seri J`ade."
"Hello Seri," he said calmly.
She shivered without realizing she'd done it. No man, even a human had such an effect on her and he hadn't touched her. Not while she'd been conscious anyway.
"Tell me, Seri," Qui-Gon began, realizing her training bond was different because it was new. She'd had another Master. "What happened to your first Jedi Master?"
She eased her slim form into a comfortable chair. "My Master was killed. Master Luke, with the Council's permission, has taken over my training."
He sat across from her. "And you're close to taking your trails?"
"Yes," she winced as she unfolded one leg. A large Bacta patch covered part of her thigh, just above her knee. She rested her lightsaber in her lap; she wouldn't need it not against him.
Qui-Gon's Apprentice came into the sitting room stopping sharply, in his twenty years Obi-Wan had only meet a Char`van once. He'd been a teenager and it had taken all his control to survive the encounter. Though older, he still felt the pull of pheromones she released. It was a common occurrence with Char`van's. The closer one got to them, the stronger the pull was.
Qui-Gon looked to his Padawan. "Obi-Wan, this is Seri."
"Hello," he managed to get out.
What was it with Jedi Knights, were they born cute. She wondered to herself as she broke her telepathic link with the Jedi Master. Her grandfather had never mentioned both Jinn and Kenobi were handsome, of course he wouldn't have. "Hello Obi-Wan," she said with a melodious purr to her voice, she couldn't help it.
Obi-Wan felt his mouth go dry and mentally shook himself, remembering why he'd come out. "Your Master is conscious, he'd like to talk to you."
Seri saw Qui-Gon hid a smirk at his Padawan's reaction; it sent shivers running down her spine. Why am I drawn to him? She asked herself. Gingerly she stood, leaving her lightsaber on the arm of the chair since she knew neither would touch it. She walked slowly she went over to the Apprentice pushing the random thoughts about Qui-Gon out of her mind. Concentrating on his Apprentice, which was a delightful distracting. Running her finger over his bottom lip sensing what he was feeling, what her pheromones were doing to him. "Breath, Obi-Wan," she advised then went past, slipping into the adjoining room.
Obi-Wan gulped, filling his lungs full of air, not realizing he'd been holding his breath.
Qui-Gon chuckled. "Control, Padawan. Control."
"Yes Master."
Luke couldn't help but smile when Seri came in, the tunic she wore was too big and she seemed distracted. "Are you all right?" He was seated cross-legged on the sleeping couch.
She shut the door. "Yes, despite the way I look," she mused covering her feelings as she crossed the distance between them to sit next to him. "You Master?"
"Well considering I've just been talking to a man who is dead in our time. I'm doing well."
Seri arched an eyebrow; her silvery eyes were laughing though. "I've been talking to his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn," she revealed awash with familiar feelings for a man she didn't know. Making her point through. "He is under the impression you and I are Master and Padawan."
"Padawan?"
"Apprentice," she informed, and then calculated. "From what I recall from my grandfathers journals, Qui-Gon Jinn dies at the end of the Naboo blockade, I'm guessing that's about five years from now. Which means we're approximately fifteen years from the beginning of the Clone Wars and roughly twenty-five years before you were born and twenty-three before my father is born."
"What have you told them?" Luke asked her.
"That you took over my training after my Master was killed," she answered. "That I'm close to taking the trails. All which is true. I told Qui-Gon my name was Seri J`ade."
"Telling them who we really are may cause complications to the timeline," Luke theorized, adding. "And they may know your grandfather."
"So we lie?"
"From a certain point of view."
She chuckled to herself. "I must remember that," she smirked, but as she got to her feet her cheerfulness was gone. "Will we get home, Master Luke?"
He came up behind her. "I don't know, Seri," he admitted having wondered the same thing.
She turned and slipped into his awaiting embrace. Her grandfather hadn't survived the purges that had destroyed the Jedi, but he had left an heir who did. The Char`van King had been born without any Force sense; Seri was his only daughter and his only child to be born Force-sensitive. Luke Skywalker was her Uncle by Char`van law, her fathers blood brother. Her father had fought with Luke during the war with the Empire. Luke had saved his life; blood had bound them together from that day on.
"I hope so Uncle Luke," she whispered, then she stepped back announcing. "Now let me introduce you to the man who discovers your father."
"Discovers?"
"Trust me Uncle Luke and when we get back, I'll let you ready my grandfathers journals," she promised.
He nodded. "Led the way," he paused grinning, then added. "Padawan."
She smiled chuckling, and then opened the door, having him follow her out into the sitting room.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stood as they came out.
Seri noted her lightsaber still lay on the arm of the chair where she'd sat. "Master Qui-Gon, this is my Master. Luke Lars," she introduced. "Master Luke, Qui-Gon Jinn."
The two men shook hands.
Qui-Gon had sensed Luke was strong with the Force. There was something about him though. "Have we met before?"
"No," Luke assured. 'The Jedi Temple was on Coruscant.' He heard Seri tell him telepathically, following through. "I haven't been to Coruscant for a while and it's been much too long since I stepped foot in the Temple."
"It feels that way to all of us sometimes," the elder Jedi Master agreed.
They all sat; outside the sun was starting to break over the horizon.
"Your Padawan braid isn't plaited." Obi-Wan noted to Seri.
She twirled the extra long lock of her light brown hair around her finger, grinning sheepishly. Distracting herself with her fellow Apprentice, enough to momentarily take her mind of his Master. "I hadn't had a chance to re-braid it."
"She'd been lingering in the refresher only moments before we crashed," Luke teased. Which wasn't entirely untrue, she had lingered in the refresher that morning.
"I do not linger, Master," she defended, trusting him as he trusted her.
Qui-Gon saw the two were developing a strong bond, they're playful bantering a way of easing tension.
Obi-Wan was taken with Seri. "I can lend you some clothes, and then give you a hand to re-braid it."
She smiled, sensing he was reacting to her being Char`van nothing more. It was becoming a alluring distraction, but still not as alluring as his Master. "Thank you, Obi-Wan." She dismissed those thoughts, standing she took her lightsaber with her this time. Collecting her belt and boots before joining her fellow Apprentice in his room.
"Obi-Wan has had limited experience with a Char`van," Qui-Gon said lightly, seeing right away what was happening. "He's a little effected by Seri's pheromones."
"You have though," Luke said, recognizing the solid guard.
"I've been to the home planet. As I guess have you," the elder retorted.
"Once or twice," he agreed, then stated. "You could say I've had the pleasure of meeting with the Royal family."
"An honor, considering not many non-Char`van's have the chance." Qui-Gon said matter-of-factly.
Luke smiled. He wasn't going to be baited. "Except when one is trusted with an honor greater then their own, by Char`van law."
"Yes."
In his room Obi-Wan had set out the clothes then turned away, letting Seri dress. Turning back when she said it was all right.
She found it amusing as he helped her wrapped the sash around her waist, then assisted with the putting of her utility belt on. "Obi-Wan," she grabbed his hands. "Relax," she said calmly, finding his pulse racing. "Strengthen your personal shields, then use the Force to control the pheromones."
He took her suggestions to consideration. Feeling his pulse slow, and he regained control. "I'm sorry."
"It's all right. I'm use to it," she said with a sexy purr, running her finger once more over his bottom lip. She didn't feel the same way in his presence as she did when around his Master. Still she couldn't help herself; it was part of being who she was. As a Char`van, she was totally at ease with her sexuality and those around her. "Sometimes I just can't help myself though," she admitted to him.
"You're teasing me," he realized, chuckling.
She giggled. "Me? Never."
They laughed together, then sat on the end of the sleeping couch as he brushed, then began braiding her long lock of hair. She'd unwilling let it grow, not really knowing why. Not realizing it was a Padawan braid. She did recall her former Master encouraging her growing.
"How did your first Master die?" He asked gently, feeling her tense a little. He'd sensed what his Master had.
"We went to the aid of a distressed ship, it was a rouge though," she said in almost a whisper. "The last thing I remember is being pushed into an escape pod and seeing her fall as I was launched out into space."
He finished the braid, binding the end. "I'm sorry."
She nodded, but kept quiet. What she'd said was true, her Master had been killed and Luke had pulled her out of her depression. Master Ta'hl had been more like her mother; she'd been with her for as long as Seri could remember. Which was a little unusual itself, now that she thought about it. Even now though she missed her.
Obi-Wan finished brushing the rest of her hair, feeling her grief. Unconsciously he stroked the side of her neck, feeling her lean against him, relaxed. She looked sexy in his clothes, so soft, so feminine. A lot of female Padawan seemed to lose their femininity, especially with a male Master.
Seri turned a little, but didn't leave the sanctuary of his arms. Sensing his feelings, his thoughts and a lot more. She sensed his bond towards his Master was as strong as hers had been with Master Ta'hl. "Your Master is sensitive to the Living Force, isn't he?"
"Yes." He hardly recognized his own voice; it was deeper, with a throaty purr. His control was slipping and her pheromones were seeping in.
She moved with the grace of a feline, slipping off the sleeping couch. Turning she held out her hand. His thoughts and feelings were so clear to her, bathing in his enriched sexuality that her own pheromones had coursed to erupt.
Obi-Wan took her hand and stood, gently tugging her into his arms he just couldn't help himself. "You're going to drive me to distraction."
An alluring smile came onto her lips. "Its just pheromones, Obi-Wan, but," she slipped her hands down his chest and around to his buttocks, feeling firmness beneath the material as she crushed his body to hers. "You are a pleasure to distract though, both you and your Master." And I'd love to distract both of them, She said herself. Especially Master Qui-Gon.
Be careful what you wish for. His Masters voice whispered through the Force.
I'm always Am. She sent back to him, smiling warmly.
"I wouldn't tease him, if I were you." Obi-Wan warned lightly.
"I wasn't teasing," she purred, then gave his buttocks a squeeze before leaving the room. Needing to be purged of his sexuality.
Obi-Wan groaned, falling onto the sleeping couch his body aching with desire.
Luke sensed Seri's approach, as well as her jubilation. Starting to feel more comfortable with the deception. Knowing exactly what she'd been doing, it was amusing now but the longer they stayed the increasingly awkward things were going to get for them all. "Finished giving them both a hard time, Padawan?"
She laughed. "For now, Master," she mused standing beside him, their crashed ship before them.
Her attitude concerned Luke. "Be careful Seri, we don't belong here."
"I know," she assured, but deep down she didn't know whether it was true or not. She addressed the topic at hand. "She looks intact."
He nodded. "We came down hard though," he noted. "Lets get her out and see what damage was done. If you would, Padawan."
She rolled her eyes, then closed them, drawing on the Force, seeing the ship, feeling the Force around it. Lifting it from the mound of dirt, moving it onto more stable ground. Using the Force to bring the landing struts down, so it settled gently. Opening her eyes, she saw the extent of her work.
"Nice," Luke praised.
Seri smiled. "Thank you," she said, and then followed him inside, making mental notes. "We'll have to replace the emergency hatch."
"Check the sensor readings, it may give us a clue to how we got here. Which may help us get home?" He suggested. "I'll inspect the engines."
She nodded and headed for the cockpit. Having to do a number of repairs first. Han would be proud, She mused to herself. Han Solo was the only human she knew who wasn't affected by her pheromones. She supposed it was because she was only a few years older then his daughter, Jaina. So he looked at her as such, taught her about making quick repairs on the go, treated her like a daughter.
Getting the auxiliary console working, she checked the sensor reading with the main sensors. Both told her the same thing.
Sensing his presence through the Force and felt an involuntary shiver run up her spin. Knowing whom it was as her endorphin level raised, a responds that no human should have been able to provoke in her.
Qui-Gon came into the cockpit. "You left my Padawan an aching mess."
Seri chuckled lightly. "Not quiet, his shields were still in place, so was his Force guard."
He glanced over her shoulder. "I've never seen a ship like this before."
"It's a prototype, from Char`van," she told him. "We christened her 'Trancer'. She's highly developed for taking sensor reading of special anomalies and Force Storms. Which was what we were doing before we were pulled into the storm and crashed."
Leaning over her shoulder, he studied the readouts. He'd never seen results like these. The ships layout was unknown to him; this ship was more then just a prototype.
Seri tired to concentrate on the results, but having him so close was distracting and her body's endorphin levels made her feel flush. She tightened her personnel shields a little more. She'd been in his mind, during their conversation before. She knew how strong he was, but he had no idea how strong in the Force she and Luke were. Both them she guessed would have midi-chlorian counts that would shake their sensors.
Damn the man, why did he have to be so sexy? She asked herself, feeling a little too warm. She'd never been effected like this by a human male, a Char`van yes, but not a human. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling his breath on the side of her neck. Damn him!
Qui-Gon smiled to himself, being careful not to let her see him. Fair play was fair play. "Is there a problem?" He asked calmly, enjoying seeing her sweat.
Her eyes flew open. Damn it, he was playing with her. "No. Not at all," she answered. "I should give Master Luke a hand."
She shut off sensors, and then stood when he straightened. As they went to leave, she pushed him against the bulkhead, deciding to repay him. Squashed together, they stood facing each other. She suppressed a shudder, running one finger along his jaw, having to stand on tiptoes to do so. The same finger, she ran down his neck to his chest. Those pale blue eyes of his were intoxicating, so full of life. Keeping her body pressed against his, she moved her hand down his torso. Feeling what she was doing was having an effect on him. He had a captivating body, so hard and toned. Feeling the stain of muscles beneath his clothes as her hand found his thigh, and more then that. The mighty Qui-Gon Jinn was losing his control. She could feel it. Seductively rubbing her body against his. Hearing him groan as she purposely pressed past him, smiling. Nice. She whispered to him through the Force, with a sexy purr.
Qui-Gon groaned inward this time. Damn woman was driving him crazy with desire and she knew it. He closed his eyes and took a controlling breath, he was going to have to talk to her Master about this and rein in his own thoughts. She was Obi-Wan's age. He shouldn't be flirting with her. She was a Padawan, it was forbidden.
I'm twenty-three. Her voice whispered again. And you can flirt all you want, Master Qui-Gon, I won't be a Padawan forever.
He heard her chuckle in his head and slummed his shields up tighter.
'Your time will come. I promise.' She whispered to him telepathically.
Damn! He swore to himself. Opening his eyes, he watched her walk away, groaning again. This was getting out of hand.
Luke sensed his now Apprentice's approach, frowning. "Sexually taunting a Jedi Master isn't nice Padawan."
She dropped down lightly into the maintenance pit beside him. "He started it, Master."
He pulled gently on her braid. "Then finish it. Stop taunting both of them. Seri just being here could be causing damage to our timeline. Doing what you're doing is pushing the mandate a little too far."
She knew he was right it was in his voice. Still what she felt around Qui-Gon, how he made her feel. It was a mystery she wanted to discover the answer to. For now though a larger question troubled her. "What if we can't get home? They're present is our past?"
Luke had thought about it to, he had a wife and son in the future. A galaxy in the grip of war, in need of every Jedi they could find. Climbing out of the pit, he sat on the edge. Just how long could they continue this deception?
Seri joined him. She sensed they were now alone. "We could change the future, warn them about your father," she theorized.
"We don't know enough about this time," he said solemnly.
She sighed, then revealed. "Qui-Gon Jinn discoveries your father, Anakin Skywalker, five years from now on Tatooine. He's a slave, both he and his mother Shmi are. He introduces Anakin to your mother, who is posing as a handmaiden."
Luke looked at her stunned. "How do you know this?"
"My grandfathers journals, he wrote down his conversations with Obi-Wan and Anakin. You were right when you said Obi-Wan knows my grandfather," she answered. The journals were rather well documented, too well at times. She decided. Then anticipated his next question. "I couldn't tell you before, you weren't ready."
"Then tell me now," he demanded.
She nodded. "Your mother, Padme` Naberrie. Will be elected Queen of Naboo for two terms. She'll be known as Queen Amidala, she will be Queen when she meets your father. After Qui-Gon is killed, Obi-Wan is knighted. He takes Anakin as his Padawan Learner, even though the Jedi Council is concerned about him. Ten years on Padme`, will be a Senator. Anakin will be assigned to protect her after two assassination attempts, while Obi-Wan searchers for her assassin. Padme` will confide in Obi-Wan, saying Anakin's slide to the dark side begins with the death of his mother at the hands of Tusken Raiders. He kills them all and returns her body to his stepfather - Cliegg Lars. Owen Lars` father," she told him. "Anakin and Padme` will fall in love as the Clone War begins and will marry in secret. A fact Obi-Wan won't find out until later."
"What else?" Luke asked. "Please?"
Seri hesitated, and then revealed what she knew.
He listened, shocked and concerned by some of what she said. "How could your grandfather know so much about what happened, surely Obi-Wan didn't tell him everything?"
"No he didn't, he let my grandfather telepathically read him," she announced, having read the explanation. "Obi-Wan was insistent the truth be know at some point, and it would have if my grandfather hadn't off been killed and the Journals misplaced until I found them."
Luke slipped his arm around her shoulders. "I'm glad you told me, Seri," he told her. "However we still have to address your actions with Master Qui-Gon. It has to stop now, before it becomes out of hand."
I think it already has. She said to herself but didn't argue, nodding. "Yes Master."
Back at the cabin, a hologram of Yoda flickered occasionally on the communications console. Both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had reported what they now knew about the mystery Jedi.
"Interesting this is," Yoda decided. "No record have we of a Jedi Master named Luke Lars, or a Char`van Padawan named Seri J`ade."
"They're both very strong with the Force," Qui-Gon announced. "Even without doing a midi-chlorian count."
"Hmm," the little Jedi Master rubbed his chin. "Investigate more. Report when you know more, you should."
"Yes Master."
The hologram flickered, and then disappeared as the transmission stopped.
"There's more to this Master," Obi-Wan stated. "They have a ship neither of us have seen before and Seri only said they were studying a force storm before they crash. So the question is who are they and where are they from?"
"I have a feeling Padawan. It's more when, then where." he declared, and saw Obi-Wan's curious expression. He took a credit chip from a pouch on his utility belt. "I found this in Seri's clothes."
Obi-Wan took the chip when it was handed to him. It looked like a Republic credit, except it wasn't. For a start it had an unusual Republic stamp on it and then there was the date. "This can't be real, it would mean they're from the future."
Qui-Gon nodded having reached the same conclusion. "As amazing as it seems, I believe they are from the future."
"Which would account for their ship and the metal Seri's lightsaber is made from," his Padawan theorized, and then added. "But Master, her grief over her first Master's death is real. I felt it myself."
"As did I, Obi-Wan," he observed. "I think we need some answers from Master Luke and his Padawan. Lets do carefully though."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes Master. How do you want to begin?"
"We'll begin with Seri. She maybe our strongest link to the truth," he answered. Informing. "I have a feeling she knows more about us then she's letting on."
"Which would mean?" His Padawan inquired as they left the cabin.
"That Seri has known who we are from the beginning," Qui-Gon stated. That and she was driving him to distraction, just as she'd promised. The talk with Luke was going to have to happen and fast.
To be continued...
