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Chapter 21- A Time for Thinking
And only she can stop the Sith from prevailing.
Obi-Wan had described Keira's disappearance to the Jedi Council once and to his master Qui-Gon Jinn twice. He was tired of retelling the same hurtful memory and not doing anything to search for where she might be. He was itching to break with procedure and start searching.
But what the council had told him was of the utmost importance, a Sith menace had developed somehow in the galaxy. They knew this from a scout troop that was sent on a mission to search for lost artifacts of the Ancient Jedi. Who, upon their return, their numbers halved.
But they were only children! Novices, fresh from their training! They were on a routine mission to Ossus. How could this have happened without us even FEELING their disappearance? There must be reason behind all this madness, but what?
These thoughts were on everyone's mind, and the thirst for the answers grew with each passing moment. The Jedi had to do something least faith be lost in their capablility to accomplish the missions given to them. The Jedi Council had convened and decided upon a search party to be sent out to look for Keira.
Though Obi-Wan would have liked to join the search, Qui-Gon kept him on Coruscant. They were to go searching later unnoticed by anyone who might be watching. After all, the presence of the Sith meant that Keira's disappearance might be related to their emergence into the known galaxy.
There can only be two dark jedi who can be considered 'Sith', as the True Sith species has long since died out, bred to extinction with genetic mutations done by the early Dark Jedi. So hideously destroyed was the species that none remain to this day, but, the galaxy is a big place, room enough for isolated pockets to form and thrive in their solitude. The Massassi tribe was the last of the mutated Sith species known to have existed, brought to the planet Yavin 4 by Exar Kun, a Jedi apprentice turned to the Dark Side by an evil Dark Side Spirit.
All this is well known to all Jedi, and all students studying to become Jedi, to help them learn about the Dark Side and all its evil temptations. How power corrupts and decays their body, withering them a pile of dust. That is, unless. they manage to find another body to possess, or some other means of survival.
Obi-Wan briskly marched through the hallways of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, he was headed towards the main hangar bay. Here the Jedi kept all the speeders, bikes, and ships in ready condition. The opening to the hangar that allows for the ships to depart and enter is sealed off from the rest of the world outside by a force field. It can be opened from the inside but otherwise you must be able to wield the Force to be able to enter.
He ran the pre-flight checklist quickly running down the list till everything shone green for ready, one glance at the force field brought it down and cleared the way for his speedy exit. Obi-Wan sped around the high skyscrapers, dodged incoming traffic at such speeds to make your head spin. True if Qui-Gon were to have seen him them he would have thought him too reckless to be able to take the trials that were fast approaching for Obi-Wan.
He'd been with Qui-Gon for most of his life now and have been to some of the most exotic places in the galaxy, seen things that others would never get to see in their entrie life times. Indeed he had learn all that he could from his Master, the only course of action now would be for him to graduate and move on to becoming a Jedi Knight, taking solo missons to test his strength and abilities, all in order to become a stronger person, a better Knight.
But he still had one problem plauging him, the control of his emotions and not to allow them to cloud his judgement. Without that control he could never be able to become a Jedi Knight worthy of the title. Many were the dead whose misfortunes could be blamed for their lack of control.
Obi-Wan circled high over the Temple debating what to do next. Finally he decided to zoom over to one of the cantinas for a drink and somewhere to think. He flew back to the busiest part of the city and dropped down to the mid-level area, the Entertainment Sector.
Off to one side, away from the moving sidewalks he parked his speeder bike setting it to lock-down mode and put the alarm on. Not that he would mind the bike getting stolen but if someone tried at least he'd have something to do. He pulled down his hood and entered the cantina, the sight of a Jedi was not uncommon to the patrons so he was ignored by most.
Only the bartender lifted his head as he entered to make note of his presence should any fights break out. Obi-Wan walked up to the bar, picking his way through the crowd of aiiens and humanoids alike. The sounds of hundreds of dissimilar languages mingled with several smells that not even Obi-Wan had smelled before nor cared to find out where it was coming from. In the far back of the cantina were large screens displaying races from different planets, crowded in front of them were big gatherings of betters yelling one of two sounds. The first a whoop of triumph at having one the bet, the other a desperate whine mixed with angered shouting.