I apologise for the shortness of this chapter, I have started the next one, but everything that prevents me from writing has been at me, so it's hard, thank you for waiting, I'm sorry about what I have to do to Obi-Wan, but it has to happen for the story to progress, there is a bit more Obi hurting then it will get better, and, another note, I'm not sure if the next chapter will be suitable for under thirteens, and it may be R, just a warning there.
There's a lot of feliens talking in this chapter, so I've translated it.
Phoenix
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Obi-Wan stared for a millisecond, realisation slowly dawning on him, a sense of incredible danger flooded his ultra-alert senses, he instantly lost all of his pain and weariness, glancing up at the speeder, he saw a feline, or was it? Inside it, her expression was one of intense fear, he dimly heard a screech of brakes, but everything was in slow motion.
His feet were glued to the ground, his eyes were flooded with a deep blue-grey, they were pleading, pained, lost, panic crossed him, he couldn't move, he was afraid, so afraid of, not the speeder, but the probable death it would bring, he was taught to accept death when it came, but he, like all young children, had been filled with the feeling of immortality, now, he felt the opposite, he heard his Master crying out to him, he heard the scream of the feline in the speeder.
Obi-Wan's eyes met the feline's, hers were a dark green, they were crying out in agony, he knew what she was thinking, she was blaming herself for what wasn't her fault, what was going to happen, the thing they both knew, for a millisecond, their thoughts were exactly the same, both understood that the other would probably die, that they couldn't stop it...
The time couldn't freeze forever, it moved on, with the slow spinning of the planet, the feline tried to swerve, Obi-Wan tried to move, they tried, but trying doesn't solve everything.
Obi-Wan didn't feel anything, as soon as the smooth, cold surface of the speeder impacted against his ribs, his body shut down all it's nerves, he didn't feel them breaking, didn't hear the feline's scream, didn't feel his body being thrown into the window of the speeder, didn't feel it going through the window, didn't feel as he and the feline were thrown back, and as the speeder rolled over, and over, or as it crashed into a wall.
He didn't feel anything.
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Qui-Gon watched his Padawan being thrown through the window of the fast-moving speeder, and the way it rolled across the road, being hit by other speeders, as they all hit the road, the way there was a horrible screeching, mixed with the screams and yells of the felines that were caught in the accident, the way the speeder that was now the centre of a mini-crises hit a dursteel wall, and shattered, the wall was built to withstand anything.
He was numb, his mind registered what was happening, receiving the fast moving information from his eyes, but inside his heart he couldn't accept it, it was... unimaginable that this could happen, what had transpired? What had led to this? What has caused it? What great and terrible crime had Obi-Wan committed to deserve what had just befallen him? This was pure injustice.
Everything went so fast, one minute, his young apprentice, that he had grown to love and care for, had been going across the road, the next, he was very probably lying dead in the remains of a speeder.
Other felines that had been watching stood still, disbelief registering on their faces.
The sight in front of Qui-Gon was.. Inconceivable, there was speeder upon speeder, all lying at odd angles on the road, many in pieces, some smoking, there was the sound of police and ambulance sirens, someone had obviously rang them, people that had been thrown through windows or their speeder was just shattered were lying on the road, some with steady flows of blood seeping from open wounds, a child lay near him, a piece of glass digging into her back, others have different injures, there were cries of pain, screams, moans, crying, it was horrendous, the waves through the force were inconceivably strong, surging with agony, in the centre of the damage, was the fateful speeder that was the reason for all this, it was actually in pieces, but the other speeders blocked Qui-Gon's view.
A rain began to fall, as though the sky was sobbing from the horrible sight, large, heavy droplets soaked through Qui-Gon's thin tunic and pants, he looked up into the greying sky and closed his eyes, he could believe what had just happened.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, he turned to see a feline in a black uniform.
"Are you hurt?" He yelled over the noise, rain running down his face, Qui-Gon shook his head.
"Then you'd better move, it's a crash zone here, it's dangerous," The feline scanned the area "This has never happened before." He added thoughtfully before moving on, shaking his head.
Qui-Gon brought himself to sense and began picking through the wreckage, climbing over the remains of speeders, passing dying people, it wrenched at his heart, he couldn't help these people, he moved on before he reached the speeder that had hit Obi-Wan.
He could clearly see the feline that had been driving, she was lying across the remains of the seat, she was choking, blood seeping from her back, he knelt beside her.
Qui-Gon turned her head to the side, allowing the blood that blocked her throat to exit, she continued to cough, though the blood became less from her mouth.
He left her to climb round the standing chunk of durasteel, then he found Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan was lying, his back to the floor, his head to one side, his legs and arms splayed out, his eyes were open and glazed, the deep blue green shadowed, disquiet filled them, there was a deep gash along his forehead and his mouth was open, he wasn't moving at all.
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon whispered, kneeling beside his fallen Apprentice, not caring about the glass that dug into his knees.
Anguish filled him, what had happened? Why? Why? Why? Obi-Wan, why Obi-Wan?
His hand shaking slightly, he picked up a limp arm, and pressed two fingers against Obi-Wan's wrist, praying for a miracle to save him, just praying.
There was nothing, not the healthy, strong beat that usually resided within his Apprentice, that drove the deep red life-giving blood round his young energetic body, nothing.
He dropped the wrist and dropped his head into his hands, please, not Obi-Wan, please.. no, not his Obi-Wan...
"M-ma-mas-master?" He suddenly heard a weak voice murmur, he quickly raised his head and saw Obi-Wan blink, then stir slightly, the eyes focussing on him, a small smile fluttered to Obi-Wan's lips, and he began to speak again.
"Master... you, thought I was dead, didn't you?" He said, his voice was so quiet and slight that Qui-Gon had to lean closer to him to hear, but when he did he nodded slowly.
Obi-Wan's eyes closed again and he made a choking noise, this brought Qui-Gon back to the urgency of the situation.
"Is he alive?" A tired looking medic dropped to his knees beside Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon nodded numbly, Obi-Wan was breathing raggedly, his crushed lungs struggling to take in air.
The medic nodded to another medic near him.
Qui-Gon took a step back and watched as the medic checked Obi-Wan all over, for breaks, fractures, bleeding, then as a floating stretcher came to take his Padawan, Apprentice, and son away.
There's a lot of feliens talking in this chapter, so I've translated it.
Phoenix
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Obi-Wan stared for a millisecond, realisation slowly dawning on him, a sense of incredible danger flooded his ultra-alert senses, he instantly lost all of his pain and weariness, glancing up at the speeder, he saw a feline, or was it? Inside it, her expression was one of intense fear, he dimly heard a screech of brakes, but everything was in slow motion.
His feet were glued to the ground, his eyes were flooded with a deep blue-grey, they were pleading, pained, lost, panic crossed him, he couldn't move, he was afraid, so afraid of, not the speeder, but the probable death it would bring, he was taught to accept death when it came, but he, like all young children, had been filled with the feeling of immortality, now, he felt the opposite, he heard his Master crying out to him, he heard the scream of the feline in the speeder.
Obi-Wan's eyes met the feline's, hers were a dark green, they were crying out in agony, he knew what she was thinking, she was blaming herself for what wasn't her fault, what was going to happen, the thing they both knew, for a millisecond, their thoughts were exactly the same, both understood that the other would probably die, that they couldn't stop it...
The time couldn't freeze forever, it moved on, with the slow spinning of the planet, the feline tried to swerve, Obi-Wan tried to move, they tried, but trying doesn't solve everything.
Obi-Wan didn't feel anything, as soon as the smooth, cold surface of the speeder impacted against his ribs, his body shut down all it's nerves, he didn't feel them breaking, didn't hear the feline's scream, didn't feel his body being thrown into the window of the speeder, didn't feel it going through the window, didn't feel as he and the feline were thrown back, and as the speeder rolled over, and over, or as it crashed into a wall.
He didn't feel anything.
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Qui-Gon watched his Padawan being thrown through the window of the fast-moving speeder, and the way it rolled across the road, being hit by other speeders, as they all hit the road, the way there was a horrible screeching, mixed with the screams and yells of the felines that were caught in the accident, the way the speeder that was now the centre of a mini-crises hit a dursteel wall, and shattered, the wall was built to withstand anything.
He was numb, his mind registered what was happening, receiving the fast moving information from his eyes, but inside his heart he couldn't accept it, it was... unimaginable that this could happen, what had transpired? What had led to this? What has caused it? What great and terrible crime had Obi-Wan committed to deserve what had just befallen him? This was pure injustice.
Everything went so fast, one minute, his young apprentice, that he had grown to love and care for, had been going across the road, the next, he was very probably lying dead in the remains of a speeder.
Other felines that had been watching stood still, disbelief registering on their faces.
The sight in front of Qui-Gon was.. Inconceivable, there was speeder upon speeder, all lying at odd angles on the road, many in pieces, some smoking, there was the sound of police and ambulance sirens, someone had obviously rang them, people that had been thrown through windows or their speeder was just shattered were lying on the road, some with steady flows of blood seeping from open wounds, a child lay near him, a piece of glass digging into her back, others have different injures, there were cries of pain, screams, moans, crying, it was horrendous, the waves through the force were inconceivably strong, surging with agony, in the centre of the damage, was the fateful speeder that was the reason for all this, it was actually in pieces, but the other speeders blocked Qui-Gon's view.
A rain began to fall, as though the sky was sobbing from the horrible sight, large, heavy droplets soaked through Qui-Gon's thin tunic and pants, he looked up into the greying sky and closed his eyes, he could believe what had just happened.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, he turned to see a feline in a black uniform.
"Are you hurt?" He yelled over the noise, rain running down his face, Qui-Gon shook his head.
"Then you'd better move, it's a crash zone here, it's dangerous," The feline scanned the area "This has never happened before." He added thoughtfully before moving on, shaking his head.
Qui-Gon brought himself to sense and began picking through the wreckage, climbing over the remains of speeders, passing dying people, it wrenched at his heart, he couldn't help these people, he moved on before he reached the speeder that had hit Obi-Wan.
He could clearly see the feline that had been driving, she was lying across the remains of the seat, she was choking, blood seeping from her back, he knelt beside her.
Qui-Gon turned her head to the side, allowing the blood that blocked her throat to exit, she continued to cough, though the blood became less from her mouth.
He left her to climb round the standing chunk of durasteel, then he found Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan was lying, his back to the floor, his head to one side, his legs and arms splayed out, his eyes were open and glazed, the deep blue green shadowed, disquiet filled them, there was a deep gash along his forehead and his mouth was open, he wasn't moving at all.
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon whispered, kneeling beside his fallen Apprentice, not caring about the glass that dug into his knees.
Anguish filled him, what had happened? Why? Why? Why? Obi-Wan, why Obi-Wan?
His hand shaking slightly, he picked up a limp arm, and pressed two fingers against Obi-Wan's wrist, praying for a miracle to save him, just praying.
There was nothing, not the healthy, strong beat that usually resided within his Apprentice, that drove the deep red life-giving blood round his young energetic body, nothing.
He dropped the wrist and dropped his head into his hands, please, not Obi-Wan, please.. no, not his Obi-Wan...
"M-ma-mas-master?" He suddenly heard a weak voice murmur, he quickly raised his head and saw Obi-Wan blink, then stir slightly, the eyes focussing on him, a small smile fluttered to Obi-Wan's lips, and he began to speak again.
"Master... you, thought I was dead, didn't you?" He said, his voice was so quiet and slight that Qui-Gon had to lean closer to him to hear, but when he did he nodded slowly.
Obi-Wan's eyes closed again and he made a choking noise, this brought Qui-Gon back to the urgency of the situation.
"Is he alive?" A tired looking medic dropped to his knees beside Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon nodded numbly, Obi-Wan was breathing raggedly, his crushed lungs struggling to take in air.
The medic nodded to another medic near him.
Qui-Gon took a step back and watched as the medic checked Obi-Wan all over, for breaks, fractures, bleeding, then as a floating stretcher came to take his Padawan, Apprentice, and son away.
