Qui-Gon and Mace ran out of the bureau faster than anyone could say run,
with no know destination in mind. The only thing that Qui-Gon felt was
fear, misery, and above all, panic. Not just for him, but mostly for his
son. He hoped that he wasn't too late. He hoped he could find him and tell
him the truth, before anyone else did. He could see many different futures
at that particular moment, but the one that was at the forefront of his
mind was the one that he could not allow happen. Obi-Wan sitting on the
throne of Mayim. He could not and would not allow that to happen. But if he
didn't do something drastic and fast, that future would come true. He had
no idea what to do. He was being torn in a million different directions at
once. His mind was racing, and his body was racing down the cobblestone
streets, and the ever present Force wasn't doing anything at the moment. He
didn't even know where he was anymore. He didn't even know who he was
anymore. The world at that moment decided to stop, or in Qui-Gon's case,
the world stopped him. He ran right smack into a brick wall, and fell to
the ground. Mace Windu came up to him.
"Nice going, Qui," he said sarcastically.
When Qui-Gon didn't respond right away, he shook him lightly. Qui-Gon groaned. Mace turned him over, and saw why he didn't respond right away. A concussion and there was blood from a huge gash on his head. Mace knew that he couldn't help Qui-Gon in away except for stopping the bleeding because of his limited healing ability. He didn't want to move him either for fear of worsening his injury. He was a Jedi Master on the High Council for the Force's sake and he couldn't even think of a solution to help out his friend. Some Jedi Master he was.
"Blast, Obi-Wan/Ben, or whatever name you go by, where are you? He needs you more than ever now," Mace thought to himself.
His prayer was answered or so he thought. When he saw shadows on the wall. The sun was setting and it was very hard to see features. "Obi-Wan?" he asked.
A very low sounding voice answered. "Jedi Master Mace WIndu?"
"Yes that's me," Mace answered getting very suspicious.
"Your under arrest for kidnapping of the King's son and grandson, and attempted murder of His Royal Prince."
"Nice going, Qui," he said sarcastically.
When Qui-Gon didn't respond right away, he shook him lightly. Qui-Gon groaned. Mace turned him over, and saw why he didn't respond right away. A concussion and there was blood from a huge gash on his head. Mace knew that he couldn't help Qui-Gon in away except for stopping the bleeding because of his limited healing ability. He didn't want to move him either for fear of worsening his injury. He was a Jedi Master on the High Council for the Force's sake and he couldn't even think of a solution to help out his friend. Some Jedi Master he was.
"Blast, Obi-Wan/Ben, or whatever name you go by, where are you? He needs you more than ever now," Mace thought to himself.
His prayer was answered or so he thought. When he saw shadows on the wall. The sun was setting and it was very hard to see features. "Obi-Wan?" he asked.
A very low sounding voice answered. "Jedi Master Mace WIndu?"
"Yes that's me," Mace answered getting very suspicious.
"Your under arrest for kidnapping of the King's son and grandson, and attempted murder of His Royal Prince."