Author's Note: Okay, here we are, back for another installation of. . .
Whatever this is. I just want to say again, I don't own ANY of the
characters, except Lessa, Lanen, and most of the Lumerians. You'll see what
I mean, eventually. The Jedi, most of them, belong to George Lucas. Mistah
Lucas! If yousa reading disa, THANK YOU for casting Ewan McGregor as Obi-
Wan Kenobi! In my opinion, you are a GOD for that act alone!!
Also, why does everyone call Qui-Gon Qui and Obi-Wan Obi? It doesn't make sense to me. Sorry. . .
And now, on with the story!
Obi-Wan entered warily, Anakin closed behind. The guard bad-temperedly showed them to a living room, where the leader of the clan waited. Taking the offered hand, Obi-Wan, as was his custom, sized the man up, discreetly.
This man was tall, well over 1.79 meters, Obi-Wan's height. He had a very sturdy build and was in good physical condition. His hair was a pale yellow, almost gold, and his eyes were light blue, though not so light as Obi-Wan's diamond ones. His skin was pale, almost ghost-white. It seemed tinged blue and to give off a faint glow.
"Please forgive Taren," the leader, Akhorel, said, after introductions and dismissing the guard. "He's very protective of me and does not take well to strangers. I trust that your quarters are comfortable?"
"Yes, sir, most comfortable," Obi-Wan assured him. Akhorel had not wanted them to give him a formal title, such as lord, but had settled for sir because Obi-Wan, stickler for protocol that he usually was, insisted on politeness and a title of some sort. "The reason we sought you out is that we have some questions for you, if you'd do us the service of answering."
"I'd be delighted to help the Jedi," Akhorel said, though perhaps your apprentice would care to explore?"
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin and Anakin looked back, hope shining in his eyes. Obi-Wan sighed, warned him mentally through their bond and with a look to be careful and not disrupt anything, then nodded. Anakin stood, bowed politely, and left the room.
Continuing his train of thought, Obi-Wan said, "The first thing I'd like to know, sir, is exactly what happened. The details I've been able to pick up are sketchy at best."
"I actually don't know, as I wasn't there," he said thoughtfully. "All I know is what Khala told me. He said that a Marlindan, a member of the smallest clan of Quorador City, was seen in the vicinity of several explosions, power generators, about five minutes or so before they took place. I don't exactly believe it. Several of my agents were nearby during these explosions, thankfully, no one was hurt. They recall seeing several of Khala's people-I'm sure you've figured out he's the leader of one of the smaller clans?-sneaking around. Though that in itself is not unusual, as one or more of his people are usually sneaking around. What makes me disbelieve it is that none of my agents can recall seeing a Marlindan anywhere nearby. I believe Khala was behind the sabotage."
"Why didn't you say something about your suspicions when you contacted the Council?" Obi-Wan inquired, curious.
"I believed he was watching me, as I believe he is watching you and your apprentice," he replied heatedly.
A small smile touched Obi-Wan's lips. "He isn't, though not from lack of trying." Obi-Wan quickly told Akhorel of the locators and the conversation he had overheard.
"It is as I suspected then," Akhorel said heavily. "Can you help to prove it?"
"Of course."
They spent a little while longer discussing things about the sabotage that were odd. They also discussed leads that could be pursued. After nearly an hour, Obi-Wan started to take his leave. Akhorel stopped him.
"Tell me, Jedi, do you mind if I ask you a. . . somewhat personal question?" he inquired.
Obi-Wan, slightly bewildered, replied, "If I can answer it and if it isn't TOO personal, I certainly shall."
"Who were your parents?"
This caught Obi-Wan completely off guard. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't that. "Well," said Obi-Wan slowly, "Jedi aren't told about such things. It is believed it compromises a Jedi's loyalty to the Order. We have so few Jedi as it is. From a very early age the Order in general and each initiate's particular Master, if they are chosen as a Padawan apprentice, are family to them."
"But you are Lumerian." This was not a question. It was almost as though he knew it for certain.
"No," Obi-Wan said, startled even more. "No, I don't believe so."
"But you must be!" Akhorel said vehemently. "Your eyes can only be Lumerian. And you understood Khala when he and his servant spoke our language. Our language can only be spoken and understood by those of our race. It is a natural gift for them!"
Obi-Wan said nothing, only looked away. "I can't be," he said finally. "The Council would have told me if I was." He bowed and left the room, thoroughly confused. He didn't believe it, yet. . .the damage was done and doubt was cast over everything he believed to be true.
Okay all, that's it for now. PLEASE review!! I need to know your opinions, what you think of my brainchild. Please, all it takes is a little click. l l l l l l l l \ / V
Also, why does everyone call Qui-Gon Qui and Obi-Wan Obi? It doesn't make sense to me. Sorry. . .
And now, on with the story!
Obi-Wan entered warily, Anakin closed behind. The guard bad-temperedly showed them to a living room, where the leader of the clan waited. Taking the offered hand, Obi-Wan, as was his custom, sized the man up, discreetly.
This man was tall, well over 1.79 meters, Obi-Wan's height. He had a very sturdy build and was in good physical condition. His hair was a pale yellow, almost gold, and his eyes were light blue, though not so light as Obi-Wan's diamond ones. His skin was pale, almost ghost-white. It seemed tinged blue and to give off a faint glow.
"Please forgive Taren," the leader, Akhorel, said, after introductions and dismissing the guard. "He's very protective of me and does not take well to strangers. I trust that your quarters are comfortable?"
"Yes, sir, most comfortable," Obi-Wan assured him. Akhorel had not wanted them to give him a formal title, such as lord, but had settled for sir because Obi-Wan, stickler for protocol that he usually was, insisted on politeness and a title of some sort. "The reason we sought you out is that we have some questions for you, if you'd do us the service of answering."
"I'd be delighted to help the Jedi," Akhorel said, though perhaps your apprentice would care to explore?"
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin and Anakin looked back, hope shining in his eyes. Obi-Wan sighed, warned him mentally through their bond and with a look to be careful and not disrupt anything, then nodded. Anakin stood, bowed politely, and left the room.
Continuing his train of thought, Obi-Wan said, "The first thing I'd like to know, sir, is exactly what happened. The details I've been able to pick up are sketchy at best."
"I actually don't know, as I wasn't there," he said thoughtfully. "All I know is what Khala told me. He said that a Marlindan, a member of the smallest clan of Quorador City, was seen in the vicinity of several explosions, power generators, about five minutes or so before they took place. I don't exactly believe it. Several of my agents were nearby during these explosions, thankfully, no one was hurt. They recall seeing several of Khala's people-I'm sure you've figured out he's the leader of one of the smaller clans?-sneaking around. Though that in itself is not unusual, as one or more of his people are usually sneaking around. What makes me disbelieve it is that none of my agents can recall seeing a Marlindan anywhere nearby. I believe Khala was behind the sabotage."
"Why didn't you say something about your suspicions when you contacted the Council?" Obi-Wan inquired, curious.
"I believed he was watching me, as I believe he is watching you and your apprentice," he replied heatedly.
A small smile touched Obi-Wan's lips. "He isn't, though not from lack of trying." Obi-Wan quickly told Akhorel of the locators and the conversation he had overheard.
"It is as I suspected then," Akhorel said heavily. "Can you help to prove it?"
"Of course."
They spent a little while longer discussing things about the sabotage that were odd. They also discussed leads that could be pursued. After nearly an hour, Obi-Wan started to take his leave. Akhorel stopped him.
"Tell me, Jedi, do you mind if I ask you a. . . somewhat personal question?" he inquired.
Obi-Wan, slightly bewildered, replied, "If I can answer it and if it isn't TOO personal, I certainly shall."
"Who were your parents?"
This caught Obi-Wan completely off guard. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't that. "Well," said Obi-Wan slowly, "Jedi aren't told about such things. It is believed it compromises a Jedi's loyalty to the Order. We have so few Jedi as it is. From a very early age the Order in general and each initiate's particular Master, if they are chosen as a Padawan apprentice, are family to them."
"But you are Lumerian." This was not a question. It was almost as though he knew it for certain.
"No," Obi-Wan said, startled even more. "No, I don't believe so."
"But you must be!" Akhorel said vehemently. "Your eyes can only be Lumerian. And you understood Khala when he and his servant spoke our language. Our language can only be spoken and understood by those of our race. It is a natural gift for them!"
Obi-Wan said nothing, only looked away. "I can't be," he said finally. "The Council would have told me if I was." He bowed and left the room, thoroughly confused. He didn't believe it, yet. . .the damage was done and doubt was cast over everything he believed to be true.
Okay all, that's it for now. PLEASE review!! I need to know your opinions, what you think of my brainchild. Please, all it takes is a little click. l l l l l l l l \ / V