Liyanette - Thank You!!! Here's another post, just for you! ; )
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"Because /I/ need it."
No, please Force, no. Obi-Wan felt his heart sink. He had no idea what evil things were happening to his friend's body, but he did know that if she was searching for a cure it was serious. Slowly, he fell back onto the floor and stared off distantly to absorb all the information.
Anakin stood in the background watching. He was confused. Knowing they had been friends for years, he had only met MysAri a few times. Anakin remembered how she fondly gazed at his Master, but he had never seen the deep concern in Obi-Wan's eyes before. And for some reason it bothered him to see it.
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"We've landed Master." Anakin woke the sleeping Knight. He had let the man sleep after the ordeal on Tierdan. He still regretted having come on this mission. And resented the Council for putting his Master through the pain. Obi-Wan stirred at the Padawan's prompting.
The Jedi Knight winced as he struggled to rise, his body protesting his every move. "Thank you, Anakin. Could you please gather our things?" Anakin nodded but quickly offered his assistance to Obi-Wan, who accepted. Once Obi-Wan had stopped swaying, the Padawan moved to collect their belongings. When he finished he found his Master working his way out of the room and heading down the corridor.
"Let me help you, Master." He came up along side the young man and volunteered his arm. Obi-Wan gave a quick smile before resting his hand on the boy's forearm. Slowly, the pair made it to the landing ramp.
As they descended from the ship, Obi-Wan heard a familiar voice echo in the hanger. "Don't you ever get tired of it, Tschüxani?" Anakin looked up to find the originator. He spied a female Jedi sitting on top of some crates waiting for transport. Her ebony hair, pulled back in a braid, was striped with red streaks and ended just past her shoulders. The grin on her features was not unkind but he did notice a hint of sorrow in them. Jumping down, she continued, "The Council sent me to, um, assess your condition." Striding up to the Knight, she stopped opposite Anakin.
The Knight watched her approach with a smile of his own. "I'll be fine. Nothing some rest couldn't cure."
"Ha, we'll see what healers have to say about that." They began to head toward the inner passages of the Temple. "Or maybe I should have said, the Council wanted me to make sure you went to the Healers ward for assessment."
"Leave it to them to over-react." Obi-Wan chided the treatment. Sighing, he reluctantly allowed himself to be guided to the Clinic. Just beyond the receiving room of the Hospital, Bant stood waiting, with her arms crossed. Obi-Wan gave her a weary smile. The Mon Calamarian had been a long time friend of the Knight's, and was the most capable in dealing with Obi-Wan's chronic mishaps.
"Welcome Home, Obi-Wan." The Master Healer greeted. Both women gave a quick nod of salutation of their own. "Hello, Anakin, you better find a comfy place to rest. You might find yourself here quite often."
"So, this isn't a 'one-time' thing, huh?" He remarked sarcastically.
"If only," MysAri laughed. "Don't worry, Anakin, Master Bant will take good care of him. After all she is next in line to assume the responsibility of the entire Ward, let alone the care of one particular Knight." With that they were led into one of the many examination rooms.
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"Is that why you contacted Master Bant?" The Padawan asked after recalling the memory.
"I gave up physical medicine long ago, when I directed my attention to soul healing. But yes, I knew she would be the best choice to assist me." She drifted off into her thoughts momentarily. "Her analytical capabilities are renowned, and I did not want everyone to know about it."
Obi-Wan was still trying to grasp the entirety of the situation. "She was always good at figuring things out." His own memory wandering back to a time when she discovered how Xanatos and Bruck were able to sabotage the Temple.
An awkward silence filled the room. MysAri felt the wave of pain had subsided and decided she wanted that tea after all. Releasing her hands from Obi-Wan's hold, she attempted to get up, but immediately found herself blocked. "Where do you think you're going?"
"It's alright, now. It comes and goes." Attempting to rise for a second time she managed to push past the crouching Knight. He immediately stood to follow her. Always the lost puppy.
"What happens? I felt - pain." His voice softened. She moved into the kitchenette and finished prepping the drinks.
Reluctant to reveal too much, MysAri chose her words. "The disease effects my joints. And the results sometimes grants a degree of discomfort." She pushed a mug in his direction, and sighed when he ignored it. She offered a third cup to the Padawan, who accepted it blankly.
"So why didn't the Council tell us? Why did we have to come all the way out here?" Anakin questioned. Mys shrugged at him and was about to speak when she was cut off.
"That no longer matters." Obi-Wan said shortly. Then he reasoned, "The message was a threat. I'm sure the Council was aware of that and sent us to make sure there was no danger."
"I would hope they don't think so ill of me? They have always had confidence in my capabilities before. I would hate to think that their opinion has changed." Denying the need for assistance.
"You have never dealt with Ona Nobis before, I'm sure they only wanted to 'safe-guard' the situation." He justified. Placing her cup back down, she came up to face him. Anakin watched the standoff with great interest.
"I can handle myself." She stated. The two Jedi locked eyes.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan's harsh gaze softened and he simply asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It wasn't necessary. As you once told me, It was my problem." Backing down only slightly, she began to move around the kitchen.
"That's not fair. I would have helped you, you know I would. I am your friend. I could have searched for you." Obi-Wan followed her around, trying to get her to stop and face him. Finally, he managed to corner her. She stared up at him angrily.
"I may be younger than you, Kenobi, but I am old enough to take care of myself. I don't need a protector. I - I - don." She began her argument heatedly, but as she continued panic flowed through her. Obi-Wan watched, as her breathing became short and ragged. Her hand worked its way to her chest.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Obi-Wan repeated his earlier questions. He could sense the rising panic engulf the younger Knight and wrapped his arms around her waist to try and ease the situation.
Gasping for air, she replied, "I - don't - know. Can't brea.." Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lost consciousness.
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Ah- HAAAAAaaaa! Another cliffie!! Now REVIEW or I'll leave it like this for a while! *stares evilly at screen waiting for review counter to go up* ] : )
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"Because /I/ need it."
No, please Force, no. Obi-Wan felt his heart sink. He had no idea what evil things were happening to his friend's body, but he did know that if she was searching for a cure it was serious. Slowly, he fell back onto the floor and stared off distantly to absorb all the information.
Anakin stood in the background watching. He was confused. Knowing they had been friends for years, he had only met MysAri a few times. Anakin remembered how she fondly gazed at his Master, but he had never seen the deep concern in Obi-Wan's eyes before. And for some reason it bothered him to see it.
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"We've landed Master." Anakin woke the sleeping Knight. He had let the man sleep after the ordeal on Tierdan. He still regretted having come on this mission. And resented the Council for putting his Master through the pain. Obi-Wan stirred at the Padawan's prompting.
The Jedi Knight winced as he struggled to rise, his body protesting his every move. "Thank you, Anakin. Could you please gather our things?" Anakin nodded but quickly offered his assistance to Obi-Wan, who accepted. Once Obi-Wan had stopped swaying, the Padawan moved to collect their belongings. When he finished he found his Master working his way out of the room and heading down the corridor.
"Let me help you, Master." He came up along side the young man and volunteered his arm. Obi-Wan gave a quick smile before resting his hand on the boy's forearm. Slowly, the pair made it to the landing ramp.
As they descended from the ship, Obi-Wan heard a familiar voice echo in the hanger. "Don't you ever get tired of it, Tschüxani?" Anakin looked up to find the originator. He spied a female Jedi sitting on top of some crates waiting for transport. Her ebony hair, pulled back in a braid, was striped with red streaks and ended just past her shoulders. The grin on her features was not unkind but he did notice a hint of sorrow in them. Jumping down, she continued, "The Council sent me to, um, assess your condition." Striding up to the Knight, she stopped opposite Anakin.
The Knight watched her approach with a smile of his own. "I'll be fine. Nothing some rest couldn't cure."
"Ha, we'll see what healers have to say about that." They began to head toward the inner passages of the Temple. "Or maybe I should have said, the Council wanted me to make sure you went to the Healers ward for assessment."
"Leave it to them to over-react." Obi-Wan chided the treatment. Sighing, he reluctantly allowed himself to be guided to the Clinic. Just beyond the receiving room of the Hospital, Bant stood waiting, with her arms crossed. Obi-Wan gave her a weary smile. The Mon Calamarian had been a long time friend of the Knight's, and was the most capable in dealing with Obi-Wan's chronic mishaps.
"Welcome Home, Obi-Wan." The Master Healer greeted. Both women gave a quick nod of salutation of their own. "Hello, Anakin, you better find a comfy place to rest. You might find yourself here quite often."
"So, this isn't a 'one-time' thing, huh?" He remarked sarcastically.
"If only," MysAri laughed. "Don't worry, Anakin, Master Bant will take good care of him. After all she is next in line to assume the responsibility of the entire Ward, let alone the care of one particular Knight." With that they were led into one of the many examination rooms.
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"Is that why you contacted Master Bant?" The Padawan asked after recalling the memory.
"I gave up physical medicine long ago, when I directed my attention to soul healing. But yes, I knew she would be the best choice to assist me." She drifted off into her thoughts momentarily. "Her analytical capabilities are renowned, and I did not want everyone to know about it."
Obi-Wan was still trying to grasp the entirety of the situation. "She was always good at figuring things out." His own memory wandering back to a time when she discovered how Xanatos and Bruck were able to sabotage the Temple.
An awkward silence filled the room. MysAri felt the wave of pain had subsided and decided she wanted that tea after all. Releasing her hands from Obi-Wan's hold, she attempted to get up, but immediately found herself blocked. "Where do you think you're going?"
"It's alright, now. It comes and goes." Attempting to rise for a second time she managed to push past the crouching Knight. He immediately stood to follow her. Always the lost puppy.
"What happens? I felt - pain." His voice softened. She moved into the kitchenette and finished prepping the drinks.
Reluctant to reveal too much, MysAri chose her words. "The disease effects my joints. And the results sometimes grants a degree of discomfort." She pushed a mug in his direction, and sighed when he ignored it. She offered a third cup to the Padawan, who accepted it blankly.
"So why didn't the Council tell us? Why did we have to come all the way out here?" Anakin questioned. Mys shrugged at him and was about to speak when she was cut off.
"That no longer matters." Obi-Wan said shortly. Then he reasoned, "The message was a threat. I'm sure the Council was aware of that and sent us to make sure there was no danger."
"I would hope they don't think so ill of me? They have always had confidence in my capabilities before. I would hate to think that their opinion has changed." Denying the need for assistance.
"You have never dealt with Ona Nobis before, I'm sure they only wanted to 'safe-guard' the situation." He justified. Placing her cup back down, she came up to face him. Anakin watched the standoff with great interest.
"I can handle myself." She stated. The two Jedi locked eyes.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan's harsh gaze softened and he simply asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It wasn't necessary. As you once told me, It was my problem." Backing down only slightly, she began to move around the kitchen.
"That's not fair. I would have helped you, you know I would. I am your friend. I could have searched for you." Obi-Wan followed her around, trying to get her to stop and face him. Finally, he managed to corner her. She stared up at him angrily.
"I may be younger than you, Kenobi, but I am old enough to take care of myself. I don't need a protector. I - I - don." She began her argument heatedly, but as she continued panic flowed through her. Obi-Wan watched, as her breathing became short and ragged. Her hand worked its way to her chest.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Obi-Wan repeated his earlier questions. He could sense the rising panic engulf the younger Knight and wrapped his arms around her waist to try and ease the situation.
Gasping for air, she replied, "I - don't - know. Can't brea.." Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lost consciousness.
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Ah- HAAAAAaaaa! Another cliffie!! Now REVIEW or I'll leave it like this for a while! *stares evilly at screen waiting for review counter to go up* ] : )