First chap = Disclaimer
This is my week for short chapters. Be warned.
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Obi-Wan glanced in confusion at the five expectant Jedi. He was fairly certain that he had never met them before, but one had called him 'Ben.' He must have met them when he was on an undercover mission, and he just did not remember them. Well, at least the Force had provided something. He had just been returning from another undercover mission when the vortex had pulled him. He imagined that things might have been a touch more difficult had he been in full Jedi robes.
His minds eye quickly replayed what he knew. He and Qui-Gon had just returned from a mission where Obi-Wan had been required to blend in with the ruff local youth. As a result, Obi-Wan was wearing black nerfhide instead of his Jedi robes. His braid was died a myriad of colors and he had a blaster hung from his hip instead of his normal lightsaber. Thankfully, he still had his utility belt even though it was black instead of Jedi brown.
Qui-Gon and he had just disembarked from their transport and were beginning to walk down the temple hallways. His Master had turned and had begun to return Obi-Wan's lightsaber when the energy started to pull at the senior apprentice. As the energy pulled, Qui-Gon had used his mastery of the Force to ground Obi-Wan there. He vaguely remembered the pounding of feet as people from around the temple were attracted tot the anomaly.
Qui-Gon at some point reached out and physically pulled his apprentice against him. He opened their training bond fully and diffused his Force with his student's. But, the pull had been stronger. Obi-Wan had watched dazedly as he saw both himself and his Master double in his vision. The next thing he knew, he was staring at five strangers and his Master was nowhere to be seen.
Experience dictated that he play along with their expectations.
"Yes, I'm Ben." Well, that seemed to shock them. His eyebrows furrowed. What about conceding their question bothered them? Obi-Wan groaned as he pulled himself into a standing position.
The red-haired woman's green eyes narrowed at him. Obi-Wan had spent enough time as a Jedi to know that she was evaluating what she saw. He also knew that she realized that something was not adding up between the picture he presented and what he actually was. The other appeared thankfully unaware.
"Well, seems how you all know my name, why don't you introduce yourselves?"
The other five glanced at each other before replying. "I'm Luke, this is Mara. Over there are Tahiri, Jaina and Anakin."
Obi-Wan nodded at each person. That was it. They had to be rim-world people. No accent.
"Ah. Could you tell me why I'm here? I've got… important things to attend to." Oh, that was lame, very lame.
"You're not supposed to be here, or rather you are but you're supposed to be younger," Anakin supplied.
Obi-Wan's confusion radiated off of him. Luke patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. It was all Obi-Wan could to not to flinch. He was used to Qui-Gon comforting him, not some sandy haired man slightly shorter than himself.
"Ben, when you were five there was an accident that sent you hurtling through the fabric of space. We attempted to bring you back by locking on to your genetic code. We succeeded, but you're a bit older than you should be," Luke clarified.
Oh, joy, Obi-Wan thought. Wackos.
"That is…"
"Totally unbelievable and you can't believe we'd try to squeak such poo doo past you?" Mara interjected.
Obi-Wan smiled slightly. "Something like that."
"Nevertheless, it is true," Jaina stated firmly.
Obi-Wan released his frustration. He was trapped with five nutcases and only a blaster to defend himself. Not a good situation. The one called 'Mara' appeared to be the sanest, but she also appeared to be doubting Obi-Wan's honesty. She was a double edged sword. If he could swing one way with her, he might be able to escape. Swing the other, and he would end up fried.
He smiled weakly at them. This was going to be interesting if nothing else.
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Qui-Gon rolled gingerly off of his stomach and onto his feet. His head hurt along with every other part of his body. He glanced around only to see familiar walls that were covered in unfamiliar writing. This was the Jedi Temple, but he was fairly certain that they did not sell tourist gifts at the temple.
As he turned around, he saw a sign. "Jedi Temple Historical Monument" The sign had an arrow pointing to the right. It was then that Qui-Gon noticed a group of people staring at him. He supposed he would be staring too if a man appeared out of thin air. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a security guard approaching.
As much as he wanted to gather information, he had the distinct feeling that getting taken in for questioning would not help matters. Pulling the Force around him, Qui-Gon began to move quickly through the crowd using as many tricks as possible to get lost in the throngs of people. Unfortunately, the security guards were not as stupid as hoped.
A shout was issued behind him. Giving up finesse, Qui-Gon accessed the Force to augment his running abilities. Soon, he was vaulting through the streets of Coruscant. The sound of a persistent speeder behind him indicated that the security officers were also persistent.
Qui-Gon soon lost count of how many twists and turns he had taken. After a while, he slowed his run to a walk. Somewhere in the busy streets of Coruscant, he had lost his shadows. That did not mean, however, that they had quit searching for him.
With a deep breath, Qui-Gon switched his direction and began to move down towards the seedier, lower Coruscant. It was as good of a place to hide as any and often had more information than you could shake a stick at.
Whether ornot they would know about transportational energy machines was another story.