A/N - Okay, I'm dispensing with the prewritten form and heading with the
totally whimsical approach. Just please review, especially with this new
approach, and tell me what you think. There will still be a plotline, if
there ever was one, and the format and story will be the same. It's just a
different approach to writing. Also, allow me to remind you that this is
the way I would run things if Star Wars were suddenly placed into my grasp.
This is NOT in any way, shape, or form what the all-mighty George Lucas
thought of and put into effect. It's MY story, I'll run it MY way, thank
you very much. In case you haven't figured it out, is thoughts. ~ ~
will be bond speech.
Here you all are, the newest chapter.
While that little conversation had been taking place, Anakin was making good use of his time and following up on his suspicions. As he had suspected, Khala, who he was tailing, met with someone and spoke in Lumerian for a while, which he recorded, and walked off. Anakin headed to his quarters, thinking his Master would want to hear about this.
The Master in question sat staring in front of a computer in the quarters he shared with his Padawan, knowing what he had to do. He knew, but he was reluctant. He was almost afraid of what he'd find. Also, he didn't know how to do it, even if he weren't hesitant.
Then, fate be damned, Anakin, computer/technical engineer that he was, walked in. Obi-Wan cursed creatively under his breath. Why couldn't fate/the Force have given him more time? He couldn't make a decision like this!
Wait a parsec, yes he could. Meditation and contemplation be damned, as well as fate. He knew what he needed to do. Therefore, he'd turn back into the reckless thirteen year old he used to be before Qui-Gon had, metaphorically speaking, beat it out of him and made him more serious, cautious, and contemplative.
"Anakin," he said, "I need some help. This thing I need help with is highly illegal and will most likely get us both expelled from the Order if we're caught. I can't do it alone, but I won't drag you into it if you aren't willing to help."
"Master, you know I'll help," Anakin grinned. "I love making people at the Temple mad, you know that, plus I need a little challenge and adventure. You know I'll do anything you ask me to."
Obi-Wan nodded. It was what he'd been hoping to hear. "I need you, Padawan," he said, "to break into a specific computer, a.k.a. the Council's personal, coded computer. There are things in there they've been withholding, things I need to see. Can you do it?"
"Hell yeah!" Anakin said. "Piece of cake! They don't do their coding very well; they need a pro to do it for them. Do you know how many people a day go through those files?" he continued pushing Obi-Wan out of the chair and taking his place. "All I need to do is get on the server, push a few buttons, this one . . . this one . . . and this one . . . and we are in!"
Obi-Wan had been watching closely. If they were caught, he'd take all the blame so Qui-Gon's last request could be fulfilled. He'd say he'd done it all himself. Anakin would be reassigned to another Master, and Obi-Wan could try and make it on his own. Anakin nodded to him, pick up the recorder he'd come in with, and walked out of the room, leaving Obi-Wan to find what he wanted.
He wondered briefly about the recorder, but didn't really dwell on it. He started pushing buttons, looking for his own file. When he found it, this is what it said (Sorry if the format's screwed up!):
--Kenobi, Obi-Wan
----Date of Birth: XX/XX/XXXX (A/N: Sorry, I really did not want to make up a date.)
----Home world: Lumeria
----Parents: Sorden(A/N; please don't flame, I don't know her name!), Tahl; Jedi Master. Deceased.
Jinn, Qui-Gon; Jedi Master. Deceased.
----Midi-Chlorian count: Unknown. Completely off the charts. Possibly higher that Anakin's.
----Current Status: Jedi Knight, Padawan Anakin Skywalker, presumed Chosen One.
----Additional Notes: Parents have no memory of birth. Memories totally wiped. Taken to planet Tatooine for care. Picked up six months later by Master Qui- Gon Jinn. Also positively identified as boy of Jedi prophecy. Lumerian child of two Jedi. Conception between two Jedi thought to be impossible. Other part of prophecy: Sapphire hides behind diamond. No one able to determine meaning.
Obi-Wan stared, thinking vaguely, You were right, Kenobi. There WAS something else between you and Qui-Gon. Then he was completely consumed by rage. How could the Council have lied to him all his life? It was pretty much what he'd been expecting, but still. Yoda, of all people . . . He'd always been preaching total honesty, yet he did not practice it. Qui-Gon had been right about one thing; the conniving old troll WAS a hypocrite.
On the other side of the city, Anakin gasped as he felt rage flooding his bond with Obi-Wan. What had happened? His Master had obviously been looking for something, but Obi-Wan was normally so calm and composed, serene even. What could compel him to this sort of anger and ferocity? He had little time to dwell on it, as his Lumerian contact was coming back with his translation. Looking at it, Anakin followed his Master's example and swore creatively with a few choice words. "Lord Akhorel HAS to see this!" he said and ran off.
Heading to the place they'd stay Lessa gasped as she felt an anger driven by the most powerful mind she'd ever felt. Primal instinct told her it was Obi-Wan. Common sense told her it was not. Obi-Wan wasn't this strong, plus he'd never get angry. He was too serene, just like she'd heard the legendary Qui-Gon Jinn had been. She decided to go with primal instinct. It hadn't failed her yet. She returned to the physical plane and looked up at her Padawan from where she had fallen. "The mission be damned," she said to Lanen. "There's a Knight in need and we're going to help him!" ~I'm coming, darling,~ she told him through their bond.
Anakin ran through the halls heading to Akhorel's quarters furiously asking fate/the Force to just let him be there, please, I'll be really, really good for Obi-Wan, just let him be there!!!!!!!
So focused was he on his objective that he nearly ran down two people coming around the corner. "Master Lessa! Lanen! YOU'RE the other team?" he blurted. Without waiting for an answer, he shoved his transcription into their hands. Lessa read it over and began cursing, a la Obi-Wan, all thoughts of said Jedi's pain and rage washed form her mind.
"What the hell are we waiting for? If this is accurate, and I've no doubt it is, he's in HUGE trouble! We have to get to him!!!" Lessa shrieked and all three ran off.
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was steaming in his quarters. He just couldn't believe it. Then the door slid open. He turned around intent on asking what the on all the Sith hells was going on when several blaster bolts hit him in the chest. Staring at the shooter, he fell to the ground . . .
Well that's it for THIS edition of . . . whatever I called this story. I never meant for half the stuff I put in here to happen, but it did. Anywayz . . . PLEASE review and tell me what you think of my new style. What will happen to the galaxy's hottest Jedi? Only my subconscious insane mind knows. It isn't telling me anything, so it's gonna wait until I next sit down at my computer. Once again, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And sorry about the format, if it doesn't work.
Here you all are, the newest chapter.
While that little conversation had been taking place, Anakin was making good use of his time and following up on his suspicions. As he had suspected, Khala, who he was tailing, met with someone and spoke in Lumerian for a while, which he recorded, and walked off. Anakin headed to his quarters, thinking his Master would want to hear about this.
The Master in question sat staring in front of a computer in the quarters he shared with his Padawan, knowing what he had to do. He knew, but he was reluctant. He was almost afraid of what he'd find. Also, he didn't know how to do it, even if he weren't hesitant.
Then, fate be damned, Anakin, computer/technical engineer that he was, walked in. Obi-Wan cursed creatively under his breath. Why couldn't fate/the Force have given him more time? He couldn't make a decision like this!
Wait a parsec, yes he could. Meditation and contemplation be damned, as well as fate. He knew what he needed to do. Therefore, he'd turn back into the reckless thirteen year old he used to be before Qui-Gon had, metaphorically speaking, beat it out of him and made him more serious, cautious, and contemplative.
"Anakin," he said, "I need some help. This thing I need help with is highly illegal and will most likely get us both expelled from the Order if we're caught. I can't do it alone, but I won't drag you into it if you aren't willing to help."
"Master, you know I'll help," Anakin grinned. "I love making people at the Temple mad, you know that, plus I need a little challenge and adventure. You know I'll do anything you ask me to."
Obi-Wan nodded. It was what he'd been hoping to hear. "I need you, Padawan," he said, "to break into a specific computer, a.k.a. the Council's personal, coded computer. There are things in there they've been withholding, things I need to see. Can you do it?"
"Hell yeah!" Anakin said. "Piece of cake! They don't do their coding very well; they need a pro to do it for them. Do you know how many people a day go through those files?" he continued pushing Obi-Wan out of the chair and taking his place. "All I need to do is get on the server, push a few buttons, this one . . . this one . . . and this one . . . and we are in!"
Obi-Wan had been watching closely. If they were caught, he'd take all the blame so Qui-Gon's last request could be fulfilled. He'd say he'd done it all himself. Anakin would be reassigned to another Master, and Obi-Wan could try and make it on his own. Anakin nodded to him, pick up the recorder he'd come in with, and walked out of the room, leaving Obi-Wan to find what he wanted.
He wondered briefly about the recorder, but didn't really dwell on it. He started pushing buttons, looking for his own file. When he found it, this is what it said (Sorry if the format's screwed up!):
--Kenobi, Obi-Wan
----Date of Birth: XX/XX/XXXX (A/N: Sorry, I really did not want to make up a date.)
----Home world: Lumeria
----Parents: Sorden(A/N; please don't flame, I don't know her name!), Tahl; Jedi Master. Deceased.
Jinn, Qui-Gon; Jedi Master. Deceased.
----Midi-Chlorian count: Unknown. Completely off the charts. Possibly higher that Anakin's.
----Current Status: Jedi Knight, Padawan Anakin Skywalker, presumed Chosen One.
----Additional Notes: Parents have no memory of birth. Memories totally wiped. Taken to planet Tatooine for care. Picked up six months later by Master Qui- Gon Jinn. Also positively identified as boy of Jedi prophecy. Lumerian child of two Jedi. Conception between two Jedi thought to be impossible. Other part of prophecy: Sapphire hides behind diamond. No one able to determine meaning.
Obi-Wan stared, thinking vaguely, You were right, Kenobi. There WAS something else between you and Qui-Gon. Then he was completely consumed by rage. How could the Council have lied to him all his life? It was pretty much what he'd been expecting, but still. Yoda, of all people . . . He'd always been preaching total honesty, yet he did not practice it. Qui-Gon had been right about one thing; the conniving old troll WAS a hypocrite.
On the other side of the city, Anakin gasped as he felt rage flooding his bond with Obi-Wan. What had happened? His Master had obviously been looking for something, but Obi-Wan was normally so calm and composed, serene even. What could compel him to this sort of anger and ferocity? He had little time to dwell on it, as his Lumerian contact was coming back with his translation. Looking at it, Anakin followed his Master's example and swore creatively with a few choice words. "Lord Akhorel HAS to see this!" he said and ran off.
Heading to the place they'd stay Lessa gasped as she felt an anger driven by the most powerful mind she'd ever felt. Primal instinct told her it was Obi-Wan. Common sense told her it was not. Obi-Wan wasn't this strong, plus he'd never get angry. He was too serene, just like she'd heard the legendary Qui-Gon Jinn had been. She decided to go with primal instinct. It hadn't failed her yet. She returned to the physical plane and looked up at her Padawan from where she had fallen. "The mission be damned," she said to Lanen. "There's a Knight in need and we're going to help him!" ~I'm coming, darling,~ she told him through their bond.
Anakin ran through the halls heading to Akhorel's quarters furiously asking fate/the Force to just let him be there, please, I'll be really, really good for Obi-Wan, just let him be there!!!!!!!
So focused was he on his objective that he nearly ran down two people coming around the corner. "Master Lessa! Lanen! YOU'RE the other team?" he blurted. Without waiting for an answer, he shoved his transcription into their hands. Lessa read it over and began cursing, a la Obi-Wan, all thoughts of said Jedi's pain and rage washed form her mind.
"What the hell are we waiting for? If this is accurate, and I've no doubt it is, he's in HUGE trouble! We have to get to him!!!" Lessa shrieked and all three ran off.
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was steaming in his quarters. He just couldn't believe it. Then the door slid open. He turned around intent on asking what the on all the Sith hells was going on when several blaster bolts hit him in the chest. Staring at the shooter, he fell to the ground . . .
Well that's it for THIS edition of . . . whatever I called this story. I never meant for half the stuff I put in here to happen, but it did. Anywayz . . . PLEASE review and tell me what you think of my new style. What will happen to the galaxy's hottest Jedi? Only my subconscious insane mind knows. It isn't telling me anything, so it's gonna wait until I next sit down at my computer. Once again, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And sorry about the format, if it doesn't work.