Chapter 2 - Meeting of the Jedi
The Guiding Light fell out of lightspeed, the brownish-green orb that was called Malastare filled the viewports. Mountains dotted the landscape, as did several dirty-looking lakes.
"Home of the Dugs and the Malastarian galaxy government," Anakin said, more to himself than to Obi-Wan.
"We're being hailed by the patrol. The demand registration and access codes or they will result to disabling our ship and boarding, by force, if necessary," Anakin spoke up.
Obi-Wan flicked on the communicator in response. "Malastare Security Forces, this is Guiding Light. We are transmitting our identification and access codes as we speak," Obi-Wan stated peacefully, pushing buttons and toggling switches.
Silence followed, apprehension following in the moments.
"Access granted. A spaceport has been secured fro your arrival," a male replied, his Basic rough.
"Thank you, Security. Glad to be here," Obi-Wan replied with relief.
The ship gracefully dived into the atmosphere, passing through clouds as they followed the beacon from the spaceport. When they passed through the grey clouds, an industrial world, on a much smaller scale that Coruscant appeared. As the ship came closer to the town, the mountains in the distance seemed to grow larger, as if given a miracle tonic to grow. Many sectors looked well up kept and fairly up to date. But, near the edge of the city, far away from the skyscrapers, was an extremely dull and dirty exterior, even visible from tens of meters above the city.
"So this is their capital, Master?"
"No, my Padawan. This is one of the planet's many industry based cities. The capital is up kept more than any of the cities and is largely governmental and economical. In these types of cities, Podraces are common, but they are more common is smaller, less protected cities and towns."
"I see, Master," Anakin said, his mind suddenly wired when he heard the word "podraces."
They pulled into a wide spaceport, a slight rust-red color visible as a sign of its age and countless visitors. The ship locked into a covered docking bay, severa Grans, humans, and Dugs in maintenance suits of grey approaching. One Gran, however, was dressed in robes similar to those of Obi-Wan.
The two Jedi left their ship, the Gran approaching quickly.
"Greetings fellow Jedi. I am Stak Kaa, one of the local Jedi protector."
"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi and this is my apprentice Anakin Skywalker."
"Pleased to meet you," the Jedi said.
"As are we pleased to meet you. How were you alerted to our coming?" Obi- Wan inquired.
"The Council alerted me and our section of Jedi. They told us to aid you in any way possibly," the Gran answered, arms crossed inside his robes.
"It's comforting to know we have allies in our midst," Obi-Wan responded, holding his hand out for a handshake.
"You are with friends indeed, Master Kenobi," Stak Kaa said, returning the handshake.
"On the matter of our mission, have you felt any strong Force sensitive being here lately?" Obi-Wan asked getting serious.
"That's odd that you ask, because a few days ago we felt a strong being, but only for a second. It was as if someone lit a fire, but snuffed it as soon as it began."
"I see," Obi-Wan said, contemplating as he rubbed his chin with his hand.
"We can discuss this later. Let's get you to your quarters and out of here," Stak mentioned welcoming.
Obi-Wan nodded and followed the Jedi Knight out a dull silver door, Anakin unusually quiet following close behind.
Obi-Wan paced the small but homey quarters, Anakin sitting on one of the two beds, watching his Master.
The room was the size of he Council, square and dull in its coloring. One the two windows facing the city were two midnight blue curtains, keeping out the evening sun. The carpet was soft and grey, recently vacuumed for their arrival. A dresser, deep and dark in wooden color, that stood a fourth of the room tall and half of the room long stood a holoprojector, used to watch the news or any holodramas a person wished to watch. It also had a clock, propped for easy viewing. Between the two beds sat a nightstand, same color as the dresser, with a standard communicator for room service and the like. Along with the clock across the room, there was one here, of the same issue but sporting an extra button, meant as an alarm to wake the guests. Next to the clock lay a remote with several buttons.
"He must be cloaking himself in the Force. He may not be able to use his powers, but Master Callai knows this. I'm sure Stak has figured this much out as well. But why would Master Callai cloak himself?" Obi-Wan questioned, hoping for answers from any source.
"Maybe Count Dooku and the Separatists wish to use his powers to further the movement," Anakin replied, trying to help his Master.
"That would make sense, my Padawan. But in order to do that, he would have to seduce him to the Dark Side."
"True, Master," Anakin said, the previous theory popped like a bubble. "Maybe he doesn't wish to be found."
"That sounds right. Many Jedi Masters have secluded themselves from the Order in quiet contemplation. But if he is not hiding in pure contemplation, who-or what-is he hiding from?"
"That is what we need to find out, Master, if we wish to find Master Gaid Callai."
"Indeed, my young Padawan," Obi-Wan concluded, moving over and sitting on his separate bed draped in midnight blue sheets.
"Rest, Anakin, and tomorrow morning we will begin our search for Master Callai."
Anakin nodded and fell down, his head falling on the fluffy white pillows.
"Good night, Master."
"Good night, Anakin."
Obi-Wan reached to the nightstand and pressed a button on the remote, the lights dimming into a darkness that was dimly lit from the setting sun.
The Guiding Light fell out of lightspeed, the brownish-green orb that was called Malastare filled the viewports. Mountains dotted the landscape, as did several dirty-looking lakes.
"Home of the Dugs and the Malastarian galaxy government," Anakin said, more to himself than to Obi-Wan.
"We're being hailed by the patrol. The demand registration and access codes or they will result to disabling our ship and boarding, by force, if necessary," Anakin spoke up.
Obi-Wan flicked on the communicator in response. "Malastare Security Forces, this is Guiding Light. We are transmitting our identification and access codes as we speak," Obi-Wan stated peacefully, pushing buttons and toggling switches.
Silence followed, apprehension following in the moments.
"Access granted. A spaceport has been secured fro your arrival," a male replied, his Basic rough.
"Thank you, Security. Glad to be here," Obi-Wan replied with relief.
The ship gracefully dived into the atmosphere, passing through clouds as they followed the beacon from the spaceport. When they passed through the grey clouds, an industrial world, on a much smaller scale that Coruscant appeared. As the ship came closer to the town, the mountains in the distance seemed to grow larger, as if given a miracle tonic to grow. Many sectors looked well up kept and fairly up to date. But, near the edge of the city, far away from the skyscrapers, was an extremely dull and dirty exterior, even visible from tens of meters above the city.
"So this is their capital, Master?"
"No, my Padawan. This is one of the planet's many industry based cities. The capital is up kept more than any of the cities and is largely governmental and economical. In these types of cities, Podraces are common, but they are more common is smaller, less protected cities and towns."
"I see, Master," Anakin said, his mind suddenly wired when he heard the word "podraces."
They pulled into a wide spaceport, a slight rust-red color visible as a sign of its age and countless visitors. The ship locked into a covered docking bay, severa Grans, humans, and Dugs in maintenance suits of grey approaching. One Gran, however, was dressed in robes similar to those of Obi-Wan.
The two Jedi left their ship, the Gran approaching quickly.
"Greetings fellow Jedi. I am Stak Kaa, one of the local Jedi protector."
"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi and this is my apprentice Anakin Skywalker."
"Pleased to meet you," the Jedi said.
"As are we pleased to meet you. How were you alerted to our coming?" Obi- Wan inquired.
"The Council alerted me and our section of Jedi. They told us to aid you in any way possibly," the Gran answered, arms crossed inside his robes.
"It's comforting to know we have allies in our midst," Obi-Wan responded, holding his hand out for a handshake.
"You are with friends indeed, Master Kenobi," Stak Kaa said, returning the handshake.
"On the matter of our mission, have you felt any strong Force sensitive being here lately?" Obi-Wan asked getting serious.
"That's odd that you ask, because a few days ago we felt a strong being, but only for a second. It was as if someone lit a fire, but snuffed it as soon as it began."
"I see," Obi-Wan said, contemplating as he rubbed his chin with his hand.
"We can discuss this later. Let's get you to your quarters and out of here," Stak mentioned welcoming.
Obi-Wan nodded and followed the Jedi Knight out a dull silver door, Anakin unusually quiet following close behind.
Obi-Wan paced the small but homey quarters, Anakin sitting on one of the two beds, watching his Master.
The room was the size of he Council, square and dull in its coloring. One the two windows facing the city were two midnight blue curtains, keeping out the evening sun. The carpet was soft and grey, recently vacuumed for their arrival. A dresser, deep and dark in wooden color, that stood a fourth of the room tall and half of the room long stood a holoprojector, used to watch the news or any holodramas a person wished to watch. It also had a clock, propped for easy viewing. Between the two beds sat a nightstand, same color as the dresser, with a standard communicator for room service and the like. Along with the clock across the room, there was one here, of the same issue but sporting an extra button, meant as an alarm to wake the guests. Next to the clock lay a remote with several buttons.
"He must be cloaking himself in the Force. He may not be able to use his powers, but Master Callai knows this. I'm sure Stak has figured this much out as well. But why would Master Callai cloak himself?" Obi-Wan questioned, hoping for answers from any source.
"Maybe Count Dooku and the Separatists wish to use his powers to further the movement," Anakin replied, trying to help his Master.
"That would make sense, my Padawan. But in order to do that, he would have to seduce him to the Dark Side."
"True, Master," Anakin said, the previous theory popped like a bubble. "Maybe he doesn't wish to be found."
"That sounds right. Many Jedi Masters have secluded themselves from the Order in quiet contemplation. But if he is not hiding in pure contemplation, who-or what-is he hiding from?"
"That is what we need to find out, Master, if we wish to find Master Gaid Callai."
"Indeed, my young Padawan," Obi-Wan concluded, moving over and sitting on his separate bed draped in midnight blue sheets.
"Rest, Anakin, and tomorrow morning we will begin our search for Master Callai."
Anakin nodded and fell down, his head falling on the fluffy white pillows.
"Good night, Master."
"Good night, Anakin."
Obi-Wan reached to the nightstand and pressed a button on the remote, the lights dimming into a darkness that was dimly lit from the setting sun.