(AN: Okay, apparently this has been done before. But that's okay. I'll still write. Disclaimer: I don't own Jedi Apprentice because that belongs to Jude Watson. I don't own Star Wars in general because that belongs to Mr. Lucas. YEAH anyways.....believe or not, Toprawa and the rakhmah are actually real things.)
About sixty-five years earlier...
Obi-Wan Kenobi watched the giant gas planet. Yavin was bright, the orange glow of it hitting his face, even through the view port. He was twenty-four, a strong Jedi Padawan.
This was his first mission alone. It was practice for when he was soon to take the trials and become a Jedi Knight. His Master, Qui-Gon Jinn was waiting for him back on Coruscant.
Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon had not yet said that he was ready for the trials; nevertheless, Obi-Wan knew that the time would soon come. And Obi-Wan promised himself that he would be ready.
"We are almost to Yavin Four, Kenobi." The voice came over the intercom. The Council had sent Jedi Master Adi-Gallia and her apprentice, Siri Tachi on a mission to Toprawa. The Yavin system was near to it; so Obi-Wan had come with them. The Jedi grabbed his bag and slipped it over the shoulder of his dark brown tunic.
The ship landed deep in the thick jungle. Obi-Wan glanced out the view port again, biting his lip. His mission was fairly simple.
About a month ago, a team of scientists and scholars came to Yavin 4 to observe the ancient Massasai ruins. However, the mission went astray when they discovered a tribe of brutal people, their origins coming from pilots who had crashed on the wild moon. The tribe had captured all of the ten team members, until one escaped.
The one escaped scientist, Magia Nalee, set up a crude comm system and contacted the Jedi, hoping for someone to rescue them. He was never heard from again, and it was assumed that the tribe had recaptured him.
The Jedi Council had chosen Obi-Wan Kenobi to go on his first solo mission as practice to face the up-coming trials.
Obi-Wan looked at the two Jedi that sat in the pilot and co-pilot seats in front of him. "May the Force be with you. I will contact you within a week, if all goes well."
"And, may the Force be with you, Padawan Kenobi. Farewell." Adi-Gallia nodded her regal head as Obi-Wan left the cockpit. The young man was about to go down the open landing ramp, when he heard a noise.
"Hey, Kenobi?" He turned to face the pretty, twenty-two year old Jedi girl. She leaned against the wall casually.
"Yeah, Siri?"
"Don't get hit by poison darts." Siri turned to go back to the cockpit.
"May the Force be with you as well!" Obi-Wan grinned widely.
His assurance dropped when he eyed his surroundings. The small clearing ended only a few meters from the edge of the ship. Obi-Wan ran from the ship, and stood on the outer ring of the clearing. He watched as Master Gallia and his friend Siri took off in their ship.
A certain sense of dread filled him. There was a great disturbance in the Force.
'Observe not with your eyes but with your mind.'
Obi-Wan took in the wild aroma of the woods. The intoxicating smell filled his nose, causing him to lose himself.
The world around him was filled with life and many wonders.
But there was also the pain.
He sensed the pain of many people. Obi-Wan felt the rage and cruelty of the tribe. He felt the torture of the research team under captivity. Then, there was something else.
Obi-Wan felt a strong presence in the Force, practically glowing in his mind with pain, dejection, and exhaustion. Obi-Wan shook his head. Maybe, just maybe this was a place to start.
He traveled for hours upon hours. After darkness had fallen over the jungle, Obi-Wan stopped to rest underneath a giant tree. The shadows danced about him in demonic shapes. Every little carnal sound that came from the hollow black of night disturbed the young Jedi.
And so he stayed awake.
During this time, Obi-Wan felt all his fear and doubt building up.
For the past year, a certain amount of doubt had plagued him. Obi-Wan knew that soon, very soon, his Master would recommend him for the trials. But Obi-Wan was afraid.
He was afraid that he would betray himself and do to Qui-Gon what Xanatos had done.
He remembered all to well the pain in his Master's face every time he spoke of his fallen former Padawan. Xanatos had committed suicide rather than letting himself be defeated by Qui-Gon.
That action had fully shown Qui-Gon the hate that his former Padawan held for him. Left in Xanatos' place was a dark void in the Force. It often threatened to consume Obi-Wan's thoughts when he felt the ever familiar doubt welling up in his heart.
He loved Qui-Gon as a friend, a teacher, and as a father. And Obi-Wan was afraid of what would happen if he failed.
The darkness engulfed him, luring him to sleep. He resisted at first, but, like a ravenous beast, it overcame him. So the Jedi slept.
He awoke to a strange noise. There was a slight shuffling among the leaves; followed by a surreal growl that Obi-Wan had never heard before. Then suddenly, it occurred to the Jedi.
He was being hunted.
Obi-Wan kept his eyes closed, drawing the Force around him to keep his breathing normal and relaxed. If he seemed awake to his stalker, it would leap and there would be no chance of devising a plan to stop it.
Obi-Wan again heard the shuffling to his close left. It sounded like the stalker was getting a firm ground.
It was going to leap.
And it did. With little any effort at all, Obi-Wan thrust his body a few feet away. With a flash, his cold, blue blade lighted up the clearing he stood in.
The light from the lightsaber revealed his attacker to him.
Obi-Wan immediately recognized it from his study of the creatures of the moon.
It was a rakhmar. The meter-long beast tumbled to the ground where Obi-Wan had been a second ago. It had a sharp array of long fangs in its mouth that protruded out of its mouth as well. The long, shaggy black fur almost cloaked it in the darkness, were it not for the light from Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
One glowered with hunger. One flowed with the Force. Both were ready.
The creature sprang again; it's claws raking at the empty air. Obi-Wan leapt at the same time, meeting the raging ball of fur.
The battle was short and brief.
With a single swipe, Obi-Wan sliced through the creature's front paws, leaving it disabled. At the same time, the creature snapped at the Jedi's shoulders with it's fangs, ripping through his tunic and tearing his flesh.
Obi-Wan fell with the creature's mangled body atop him. The rakhmar landed in such a position that Obi-Wan's blue saber was upright through it's chest.
There was a shrill dying gasp that escaped from it's mouth. Then it died.
The Jedi carefully rolled it off him, de-activating his lightsaber in the delicate process. Obi-Wan moaned and stood up with a stagger, the raw pain coming from his shoulder leaving him delirious.
He collapsed weakly to the jungle floor, his lightsaber clattering beside him.
Sometime during the night, Obi-Wan vaguely remembered strong arms grabbing him from behind. He was lifted up, and then he fell back into unconsciousness.
(Yup, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do with the next chapter. REVIEW! No flames, please, because I don't like fireworks.)
About sixty-five years earlier...
Obi-Wan Kenobi watched the giant gas planet. Yavin was bright, the orange glow of it hitting his face, even through the view port. He was twenty-four, a strong Jedi Padawan.
This was his first mission alone. It was practice for when he was soon to take the trials and become a Jedi Knight. His Master, Qui-Gon Jinn was waiting for him back on Coruscant.
Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon had not yet said that he was ready for the trials; nevertheless, Obi-Wan knew that the time would soon come. And Obi-Wan promised himself that he would be ready.
"We are almost to Yavin Four, Kenobi." The voice came over the intercom. The Council had sent Jedi Master Adi-Gallia and her apprentice, Siri Tachi on a mission to Toprawa. The Yavin system was near to it; so Obi-Wan had come with them. The Jedi grabbed his bag and slipped it over the shoulder of his dark brown tunic.
The ship landed deep in the thick jungle. Obi-Wan glanced out the view port again, biting his lip. His mission was fairly simple.
About a month ago, a team of scientists and scholars came to Yavin 4 to observe the ancient Massasai ruins. However, the mission went astray when they discovered a tribe of brutal people, their origins coming from pilots who had crashed on the wild moon. The tribe had captured all of the ten team members, until one escaped.
The one escaped scientist, Magia Nalee, set up a crude comm system and contacted the Jedi, hoping for someone to rescue them. He was never heard from again, and it was assumed that the tribe had recaptured him.
The Jedi Council had chosen Obi-Wan Kenobi to go on his first solo mission as practice to face the up-coming trials.
Obi-Wan looked at the two Jedi that sat in the pilot and co-pilot seats in front of him. "May the Force be with you. I will contact you within a week, if all goes well."
"And, may the Force be with you, Padawan Kenobi. Farewell." Adi-Gallia nodded her regal head as Obi-Wan left the cockpit. The young man was about to go down the open landing ramp, when he heard a noise.
"Hey, Kenobi?" He turned to face the pretty, twenty-two year old Jedi girl. She leaned against the wall casually.
"Yeah, Siri?"
"Don't get hit by poison darts." Siri turned to go back to the cockpit.
"May the Force be with you as well!" Obi-Wan grinned widely.
His assurance dropped when he eyed his surroundings. The small clearing ended only a few meters from the edge of the ship. Obi-Wan ran from the ship, and stood on the outer ring of the clearing. He watched as Master Gallia and his friend Siri took off in their ship.
A certain sense of dread filled him. There was a great disturbance in the Force.
'Observe not with your eyes but with your mind.'
Obi-Wan took in the wild aroma of the woods. The intoxicating smell filled his nose, causing him to lose himself.
The world around him was filled with life and many wonders.
But there was also the pain.
He sensed the pain of many people. Obi-Wan felt the rage and cruelty of the tribe. He felt the torture of the research team under captivity. Then, there was something else.
Obi-Wan felt a strong presence in the Force, practically glowing in his mind with pain, dejection, and exhaustion. Obi-Wan shook his head. Maybe, just maybe this was a place to start.
He traveled for hours upon hours. After darkness had fallen over the jungle, Obi-Wan stopped to rest underneath a giant tree. The shadows danced about him in demonic shapes. Every little carnal sound that came from the hollow black of night disturbed the young Jedi.
And so he stayed awake.
During this time, Obi-Wan felt all his fear and doubt building up.
For the past year, a certain amount of doubt had plagued him. Obi-Wan knew that soon, very soon, his Master would recommend him for the trials. But Obi-Wan was afraid.
He was afraid that he would betray himself and do to Qui-Gon what Xanatos had done.
He remembered all to well the pain in his Master's face every time he spoke of his fallen former Padawan. Xanatos had committed suicide rather than letting himself be defeated by Qui-Gon.
That action had fully shown Qui-Gon the hate that his former Padawan held for him. Left in Xanatos' place was a dark void in the Force. It often threatened to consume Obi-Wan's thoughts when he felt the ever familiar doubt welling up in his heart.
He loved Qui-Gon as a friend, a teacher, and as a father. And Obi-Wan was afraid of what would happen if he failed.
The darkness engulfed him, luring him to sleep. He resisted at first, but, like a ravenous beast, it overcame him. So the Jedi slept.
He awoke to a strange noise. There was a slight shuffling among the leaves; followed by a surreal growl that Obi-Wan had never heard before. Then suddenly, it occurred to the Jedi.
He was being hunted.
Obi-Wan kept his eyes closed, drawing the Force around him to keep his breathing normal and relaxed. If he seemed awake to his stalker, it would leap and there would be no chance of devising a plan to stop it.
Obi-Wan again heard the shuffling to his close left. It sounded like the stalker was getting a firm ground.
It was going to leap.
And it did. With little any effort at all, Obi-Wan thrust his body a few feet away. With a flash, his cold, blue blade lighted up the clearing he stood in.
The light from the lightsaber revealed his attacker to him.
Obi-Wan immediately recognized it from his study of the creatures of the moon.
It was a rakhmar. The meter-long beast tumbled to the ground where Obi-Wan had been a second ago. It had a sharp array of long fangs in its mouth that protruded out of its mouth as well. The long, shaggy black fur almost cloaked it in the darkness, were it not for the light from Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
One glowered with hunger. One flowed with the Force. Both were ready.
The creature sprang again; it's claws raking at the empty air. Obi-Wan leapt at the same time, meeting the raging ball of fur.
The battle was short and brief.
With a single swipe, Obi-Wan sliced through the creature's front paws, leaving it disabled. At the same time, the creature snapped at the Jedi's shoulders with it's fangs, ripping through his tunic and tearing his flesh.
Obi-Wan fell with the creature's mangled body atop him. The rakhmar landed in such a position that Obi-Wan's blue saber was upright through it's chest.
There was a shrill dying gasp that escaped from it's mouth. Then it died.
The Jedi carefully rolled it off him, de-activating his lightsaber in the delicate process. Obi-Wan moaned and stood up with a stagger, the raw pain coming from his shoulder leaving him delirious.
He collapsed weakly to the jungle floor, his lightsaber clattering beside him.
Sometime during the night, Obi-Wan vaguely remembered strong arms grabbing him from behind. He was lifted up, and then he fell back into unconsciousness.
(Yup, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do with the next chapter. REVIEW! No flames, please, because I don't like fireworks.)