Nahlia nervously looked back into the darkened street. The footsteps falling behind her were soft, but in her already panicked state, they sounded loud as Trindi's thunderous music beats. "I'm almost home... I'm almost home..." she chanted nervously to herself.

Obi-Wan remained in the shadows, watching Nahlia from a distance. He had rushed to her rescue, only to realize that she seemed to be in no danger. 'I am sensing fear in her, but why?' Obi-Wan thought as he trailed her. 'If I introduce myself again, she's going to wonder why I followed her. What am I supposed to tell her?' He sighed, both frustrated and concerned. 'Hello, I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi. I've had a vision of your death.' He shook his head. 'The truth would only panic her.'

Suddenly, Nahlia stopped, reached into her jacket and whipped around to face Obi-Wan. She aimed a small blaster into the darkness where he was standing. "Okay! I know someone is there! Come out, NOW."

Obi-Wan stood there for a moment, stunned by this strange development. 'Oh, not good.' He mused apprehensively. He cautiously stepped out of the shadows to face her. "Uh... I'm sorry, I think there's been a misunderstanding."

"You?!" She continued to aim the blaster at him suspiciously. "Why are you following me?"

"I... uh..." Obi-Wan drew a blank for a moment. 'I can't tell her about the vision. At the moment, I doubt she'd believe me anyway.' He remembered he still had the holoprojector in his belt pocket. "I needed to ask you something. I am looking for a girl."

"Well that's obvious," she scoffed. "You might try going back to the club then."

"No. I am a Jedi on a mission. I'm looking for a missing girl. I thought you may have seen her." He started to reach under his robe.

"Don't you move!" She warned. "And don't give me that Jedi line. Jedi don't hang out nightclubs, drinking... and... and kissing girls..."

"I know normally you don't see us in a place like that but..." Suddenly the last part of her comment registered with him. "I kissed girls?"

"You don't remember?!" She asked, insulted, angry and still pointing the blaster.

He raised his hands in submission. "I remember! I remember!" His memory from when he was drunk was still foggy but he soon came up with an answer that surprised him a bit. "I...I kissed you." Obi-Wan sighed. He was disappointed in his actions. "I am sorry... I shouldn't have done that."

Nahlia relaxed her aim a bit - surprised by the melancholy in his response. "No. You shouldn't have..."

Obi-Wan tried to step a bit closer to her. "I really must talk to you."

Still wary of him, she took a step back and kept her blaster aimed at his head. "I said don't move."

"Look, I am a Jedi. I promise you."

"Prove it."

"How?" He asked, flustered.

"I don't know," she snidely told him. "Use the Force or something!"

Obi-Wan thought a moment, then closed his eyes and began to concentrate. Nahlia kept her blaster on him, unimpressed at first, until she felt her feet leaving the pavement and her body rising up into the air.

"Huh?!" She looked down to find herself three feet up from solid ground and going higher still. She started to scream in surprise. "Put me down! Put me down!"

The screaming startled Obi-Wan and his concentration broke - sending Nahlia crashing to the ground. As she landed flat on her bottom, she let out another yelp of pain and inadvertently squeezed the trigger on the blaster.

"Wha-?" Obi-Wan spotted a blob of purple come from the blaster and straight at his face. He ducked quickly and the blob whizzed past his head and slammed, in a gooey clump into the wall behind him. He turned back to Nahlia, only this time he did the yelling. "What in blazes was that?! Why did you shoot at me?!"

"Sorry." Nahlia responded with an air of chagrin. "It went off accidentally when I fell." She began to pull herself back up off the ground - rubbing her now very sore posterior. "It's not a real blaster anyway. It's a toy."

"A toy?"

"The blobby blaster. Kids love it," she explained as she showed him the toy, "And as you can tell, it looks enough like the real thing to fool anyone."

"But why wouldn't you carry a real blaster?"

"I could kill someone with a real blaster," she told him honestly. "So..." Nahlia sighed, somewhat embarrassed about her behavior. "You're really a Jedi?

A slight smile crept across Obi-Wan's lips and he nodded in response.

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Trindi remained crouched behind her DJ station picking up the music cards she had just dropped. She peeked over the station just enough to watch a tall, handsome young man demonstrate his charms on several ladies nearby. 'He's such a jerk.' She watched the females giggle and vie for his attentions. 'What did Nahlia ever see in him?' The young man glanced her way and smiled. 'Blast!' She wasn't sure if he saw her or not but wasn't about to take the chance. She ducked back behind the DJ table.

The young man bowed slightly to his exotic new lady friends, "I'm afraid I must leave you for a moment my beauties." The women pouted and made sounds of disapproval as he left them and prowled over to the DJ table. He leaned over the top and looked down to find the Twi'lek curled up in her hiding spot. She looked up at him warily and he grinned in response. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were hiding from me."

"Hiding?" Trindi scoffed. "From you?" She let out a nervous laugh and quickly got up and began to flip through her music cards to appear busy. "I wasn't hiding I was just picking up some cards that fell, I work here you know..."

"Work... yes..." He leaned up against the DJ table as he carefully surveyed the faces in the club. "So... where's Nahlia?"

"Nahlia?!" Trindi laughed again even more anxiously, "what makes you think she's here?"

He turned back to her with a smirk. "Because she works here."

"She's not working here now." She huffed.

"Now... As in, she does work here but she's not here at the moment." He deduced.

Trindi scowled at him. "She doesn't want to see you anymore."

"Shhhhhhh!" He quickly twisted his body around and leaned his head in over the table and close to Trindi before whispering. "I don't want it to get around that I was dumped."

Trindi folded her arms and looked at him sternly. "Well, you were."

"I really think that this is a conversation that Nahlia and I need to be having."

"I seem to remember, you did."

"It was hardly a conversation." He remembered bitterly. "I mean, all the yelling and accusations. It was really very one sided. My friend Sashi was there. She agreed: neither one of us could get a moment to explain the situation..."

Trindi rolled her eyes. "Or to put on your pants, from what I heard."

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Obi-Wan bowed slightly to Nahlia as he reintroduced himself. "I am Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Nahlia Anteros." She responded, quickly soothed by his warm smile.

"Are you hurt at all?" He asked. "I'm sorry I dropped you."

Nahlia was taken with his gentlemanly demeanor. She wasn't accustomed to receiving such courtesy. "No. I'm fine. I... probably deserved it." She joked. "I mean... after the way I treated you back at the club."

"Don't worry about it. The misunderstanding was my fault as well."

"Um... you said something about a missing girl?" She recalled.

"Oh. Yes I did." Obi-Wan reached into his robe and pulled the small round holoprojector out of a compartment on his belt. He pressed a button and an eight inch image of a green scaly skinned girl with yellow hair appeared. "Do you recognize her?"

Nahlia shook her head.

"Are you sure?" He asked, surprised.

"I'm sorry. She doesn't look familiar at all." She said. "I've only been working at the Aurora Club a few days though. Did you ask around?"

"I did but... I thought perhaps you knew her."

"Why?"

"I -" Obi-Wan had been convinced from the vision that had brought him in there that there was a connection between her and the disappearance of the Senator's daughter. Nahlia's response caused him to wonder about this further. He could sense she was being sincere, but then why did he have the vision and feel drawn into the club? This troubled him.

"Yes?" She asked, still waiting for an explanation.

"I - um..." He still didn't feel comfortable telling her what exactly had brought him into the club and out into the streets after her. But he didn't want to lie to her either. "I was looking for this girl, and decided to use the Force to sense those around me when I had a vision."

"What was in your vision?"

"I saw..." Obi-Wan looked into the pretty brunette's dark brown eyes and couldn't bring himself to tell her the whole truth. "I saw that you were in danger."

"Danger?" Nahlia asked worriedly. "Me?"

"I'm afraid so."

"From what?" She looked suspiciously into the shadowy streets that surrounded them. "Do you think the same people who took this girl might try to hurt me?"

"It is possible." He could sense her fear growing. "I am sorry."

"But why? I don't even know this girl." She insisted.

"I don't know." Obi-Wan stepped closer to her and put his hand gently on her shoulder. "Don't be frightened, Nahlia." He reassured her. "I'd like you to come back to the Jedi Temple with me. My master Qui-Gon Jinn may be able to better sense what is going on." Even though she didn't say anything, he could sense her hesitation. "Please, Nahlia, trust me. If you are in danger, I promise I will do all I can to protect you."

TO BE CONTINUED...