Ch.8
An: To bring in the New Year, I'm going to attempt a long chapter! Yeah right! Well, I'll try........
Shout outs:
Pirate Jedi- I'm gonna try to make this one longer.....of course, being lazy, I don't know if I will succeed!
Twin03- Ummmmmmmmmm......(mind blank *_*) Thanks for your review!
Jaina eyed the small camp. A fire burned in the center, and the fourteen remaining Warra warriors sat around it. Two of them stood on either side of the prisoners, warily watching them. All four were tied to small trees.
Each man wore a loincloth, decorated with various items ranging from furs to what gruesomely appeared to be scalps. They wore bone jewelry, and for the most part had long black hair. Each carried a scythe and a dart-blower.
One of the smaller ones spoke broken Basic, and would randomly converse with Obi-Wan. Through their conversation, if one could call it that, he had learned that they were to be brought to the main tribal camp, where they were to be judged by the chief, Ackonoway.
Jaina closed her eyes and once again reached out through the Force, hoping to find some familiar presence. But none was to be found, save that of Kenobi.
Her chestnut eyes found the startling blue of his eyes. "So, what exactly do you have planned by getting ourselves captured?" She hissed in a low tone.
Obi-Wan made sure that the short warrior was on the other side of the camp before replying. "I am here on a mission to rescue a team of scientists and scholars that were taken captive by the Warra. By getting captured, we are being brought directly into the Warra camp. From there it is only a matter of escape."
"Wonderful idea for you maybe." Both Jedi turned to Jud. He and Maarix had awoken from the drug merely an hour ago, and were heavily unhappy with their current circumstances.
"As soon as those Warras identify us as Gar'lyush, were done for. They'll probably sacrifice us to their war gods or something else savage!" Maarix spat out, carefully keeping his voice low.
Obi-Wan bit his lip. "That's why our escape needs to be swift."
"And you plan on doing that how?" Maarix snarled.
"What they don't know is that Jaina and I can call our weapons to us in a second. I'm thinking that if we scare them by setting ourselves free and causing things to levitate, it can give us the distraction we need."
"And if it doesn't?" Obi-Wan turned to Jaina, who was looking at him with a hard stare.
He didn't answer.
Obi-wan stared at the ground. It was long past midnight, and many of the warriors slept. Only two stayed awake to guard the prisoners. They sat on the other side of the clearing, dart-blowers at the ready. The fire was out.
He glanced up at Jud and Maarix in the darkness. By the way they slumped forward in their binds, he assumed they were asleep. His own hands were tied tightly around the back of the tree trunk. Of course, in comparison to the surrounding trees, it was more of an oversized shrub.
Obi-Wan winced. Even though Jaina had bandaged his shoulder, the gash had healed very poorly. It had reopened when the Warra had twisted his arms back around the tree. He licked his cracked bottom lip, cringing at the taste of dried blood.
He was tired and alone. His doubts had come back to haunt him.
Though the idea had seemed good at the time, his companion's doubts made it seem as if it would never work. He had failed Qui-Gon. He had failed the Council. He had failed the whole Order. And many lives would die because of his rash decision.
'Actually, it may work. Savages can be very superstitious.' Jaina's voice rang in his head. Obi-Wan looked up at her.
Her head hung down, her long brown hair hanging in waves because of the humidity. The blood of those she had killed and her own was visible on her body. The moonlight touched her strangely.
Obi-Wan looked away. He was a Jedi, but he still found her very attractive. 'What are you doing in my head?'
'It was an accident. I'm sorry.' She thought quickly, turning away.
'Now, it's not your fault. The Force found it fit to bind us together. I don't know why.' He nudged slightly against her mind walls. They stood strong as she desperately tried to keep him out of her mind. Obi-Wan knew that there was some strange secret she was keeping from him about her identity.
'Don't.' Was all she thought, and he backed away. Jaina sent the extra thought, 'I can't tell you.'
Obi-Wan nodded more to himself than her. He knew that she would tell him in time. If they lived, that was.
Jaina again stoned herself up. The anguish in her soul grew even more so intense. She knew that she would not be able to keep her pain holed up for much longer. Without any comfort at all, the dark side would either take her, or she would find death.
Pushing Obi-Wan's warm presence away added to the pain.
And then something strange happened. Jaina had been so wrought up in her own emotions; her companion's name had not meant anything to her. Until now.
Though she had not heard the stories her Uncle Luke told her in years, the recognition was still there.
Obi-Wan Kenobi. It was the name of her Uncle's mentor, and it was the name of her grandfather's Master. It was the name of the great Clone Wars general, as it was the name of one of the greatest remembered Jedi in history.
Surprise rang through her. This was Obi-Wan Kenobi.
But that made no sense. Obi-Wan Kenobi was long dead.
And yet, here he was, in the flesh and bone.
'Where am I?' She thought to herself, desperately. This all had to be a terrible hallucination she was having; one wrought on by her own emotions and by that cursed Jagged Fel.
Jaina looked at Kenobi in astonishment. They were both there, in the flesh. She could feel and smell the earthy ground, the jungle air.
She closed her eyes, praying to awaken from the nightmare.
Meanwhile, in another time and place.........
Danni Quee eyed the young man in front of her. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
"Look, I need you to analyze something for me. I can't find any logical explanation as to why Jaina is gone. I know she's not dead because I would have felt it. She's just gone. I can't feel her anymore."
Jacen looked ragged. It had been three days since Jaina's disappearance, and none of the search parties had found her. Many Jedi had assembled to look for her. But none could find her.
Danni sat up on the countertop. When the new Jedi Acadamy had been built, a large lab had been constructed in the lower parts. Danni had left her studies on Zonama Sekot and had come to train to be a Jedi. However, as a side job, she also taught the students science.
She now sat in her personal lab with Jacen on a chair opposite her. He held up a small transparent bag.
"What is that?" Danni stared in awe at the small item. It appeared to be crumpled leaves, but the small pieces glowed with an odd purple luminescence.
"I found it on the ground in the jungle. Shortly after Jaina ran, I followed her. When her presence disappeared from the Force, I stopped in a clearing. It was the last place I felt her before she disappeared. Everyone else says she is dead. I don't think so." Jacen's eyes were dark with restlessness.
"Master Luke is holding a funeral in three days. How can you believe she isn't dead? We are all grieved, but you have to accept it." Danni questioned, concern filling her eyes.
"Please, just analyze it. She gave up on me when I disappeared. I won't do the same to her. Please do this. For Jaina." Jacen stood abruptly, as if to leave.
Danni sighed. "What will you do in the meantime?"
"I'm going to find Jagged. He disappeared into the jungle shortly after Jaina did. No one bothered to look for him yet, because he doesn't want to be found."
Danni looked surprised. "You aren't going to kill him, are you?" She asked, stuttering. Jacen was deep and philosophical. She had never seen him this angry.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm going to get him to help me. He owes it to everyone. To Jaina."
Jacen Solo ran without much thought to where he went. His bare feet pounded against the moist forest floor.
He reached out through the Force, grasping out for the presence of the man in front on him. Though Luke had asked everyone to leave Jagged alone to his thoughts, Jacen went anyway.
He skidded to a halt when he came out of the thick trees to find himself by a lake. On the edge of a rock on the shore sat Jagged Fel.
His body shook with ragged sobs. He let out a cry of deep anguish, his voice cracking in pain.
Jacen forced the anger in his stomach back down.
"Jagged."
Jag looked up, and immediately leapt to his feet. His emerald eyes were red with tears, and his black hair dripped with sweat from running.
"What do you want, Jacen?"
Jacen's eyes flashed with anger. "You know exactly what I want. Why did you leave her? What the sithspit were you thinking!?!"
Jagged snarled. "I don't know! Sithspawn, I don't know!"
Jacen carefully approached him, unclenching his fist. "How can you not know?" His voice was low and impending.
Jagged threw his hands up. "You have no idea how I feel! I just hurt the one person in this galaxy I love most! Can you even begin to imagine what that feels like? Can you?" He fairly screamed, now grabbing Jacen's shoulders.
"I know you can't! I love your sister more than anyone else I've ever known. But you know what, I left her at the altar. That makes me a selfish jerk! It was all because I was afraid. I was afraid. Me, the Chiss pilot who can out fly pretty much any other person you can find. But I guess that doesn't matter. I'm a coward and a jerk. So why don't you just leave me alone? Let me die away from the rest of humanity."
He turned away, about to run. Jacen grabbed him roughly. "Look, I don't give bloody care right about if you die or not. I didn't come here to give you sympathy. I need your help."
Jag turned to him, surprised. "Why the heck would you need my help?"
"Jaina's missing. None of the search parties can find her. The rest of my family thinks she's dead. You're the only other person that will help me find her."
Jagged looked at him for a long time, his eyes shining with a horrid torrent of emotion. "I'll come."
An: To bring in the New Year, I'm going to attempt a long chapter! Yeah right! Well, I'll try........
Shout outs:
Pirate Jedi- I'm gonna try to make this one longer.....of course, being lazy, I don't know if I will succeed!
Twin03- Ummmmmmmmmm......(mind blank *_*) Thanks for your review!
Jaina eyed the small camp. A fire burned in the center, and the fourteen remaining Warra warriors sat around it. Two of them stood on either side of the prisoners, warily watching them. All four were tied to small trees.
Each man wore a loincloth, decorated with various items ranging from furs to what gruesomely appeared to be scalps. They wore bone jewelry, and for the most part had long black hair. Each carried a scythe and a dart-blower.
One of the smaller ones spoke broken Basic, and would randomly converse with Obi-Wan. Through their conversation, if one could call it that, he had learned that they were to be brought to the main tribal camp, where they were to be judged by the chief, Ackonoway.
Jaina closed her eyes and once again reached out through the Force, hoping to find some familiar presence. But none was to be found, save that of Kenobi.
Her chestnut eyes found the startling blue of his eyes. "So, what exactly do you have planned by getting ourselves captured?" She hissed in a low tone.
Obi-Wan made sure that the short warrior was on the other side of the camp before replying. "I am here on a mission to rescue a team of scientists and scholars that were taken captive by the Warra. By getting captured, we are being brought directly into the Warra camp. From there it is only a matter of escape."
"Wonderful idea for you maybe." Both Jedi turned to Jud. He and Maarix had awoken from the drug merely an hour ago, and were heavily unhappy with their current circumstances.
"As soon as those Warras identify us as Gar'lyush, were done for. They'll probably sacrifice us to their war gods or something else savage!" Maarix spat out, carefully keeping his voice low.
Obi-Wan bit his lip. "That's why our escape needs to be swift."
"And you plan on doing that how?" Maarix snarled.
"What they don't know is that Jaina and I can call our weapons to us in a second. I'm thinking that if we scare them by setting ourselves free and causing things to levitate, it can give us the distraction we need."
"And if it doesn't?" Obi-Wan turned to Jaina, who was looking at him with a hard stare.
He didn't answer.
Obi-wan stared at the ground. It was long past midnight, and many of the warriors slept. Only two stayed awake to guard the prisoners. They sat on the other side of the clearing, dart-blowers at the ready. The fire was out.
He glanced up at Jud and Maarix in the darkness. By the way they slumped forward in their binds, he assumed they were asleep. His own hands were tied tightly around the back of the tree trunk. Of course, in comparison to the surrounding trees, it was more of an oversized shrub.
Obi-Wan winced. Even though Jaina had bandaged his shoulder, the gash had healed very poorly. It had reopened when the Warra had twisted his arms back around the tree. He licked his cracked bottom lip, cringing at the taste of dried blood.
He was tired and alone. His doubts had come back to haunt him.
Though the idea had seemed good at the time, his companion's doubts made it seem as if it would never work. He had failed Qui-Gon. He had failed the Council. He had failed the whole Order. And many lives would die because of his rash decision.
'Actually, it may work. Savages can be very superstitious.' Jaina's voice rang in his head. Obi-Wan looked up at her.
Her head hung down, her long brown hair hanging in waves because of the humidity. The blood of those she had killed and her own was visible on her body. The moonlight touched her strangely.
Obi-Wan looked away. He was a Jedi, but he still found her very attractive. 'What are you doing in my head?'
'It was an accident. I'm sorry.' She thought quickly, turning away.
'Now, it's not your fault. The Force found it fit to bind us together. I don't know why.' He nudged slightly against her mind walls. They stood strong as she desperately tried to keep him out of her mind. Obi-Wan knew that there was some strange secret she was keeping from him about her identity.
'Don't.' Was all she thought, and he backed away. Jaina sent the extra thought, 'I can't tell you.'
Obi-Wan nodded more to himself than her. He knew that she would tell him in time. If they lived, that was.
Jaina again stoned herself up. The anguish in her soul grew even more so intense. She knew that she would not be able to keep her pain holed up for much longer. Without any comfort at all, the dark side would either take her, or she would find death.
Pushing Obi-Wan's warm presence away added to the pain.
And then something strange happened. Jaina had been so wrought up in her own emotions; her companion's name had not meant anything to her. Until now.
Though she had not heard the stories her Uncle Luke told her in years, the recognition was still there.
Obi-Wan Kenobi. It was the name of her Uncle's mentor, and it was the name of her grandfather's Master. It was the name of the great Clone Wars general, as it was the name of one of the greatest remembered Jedi in history.
Surprise rang through her. This was Obi-Wan Kenobi.
But that made no sense. Obi-Wan Kenobi was long dead.
And yet, here he was, in the flesh and bone.
'Where am I?' She thought to herself, desperately. This all had to be a terrible hallucination she was having; one wrought on by her own emotions and by that cursed Jagged Fel.
Jaina looked at Kenobi in astonishment. They were both there, in the flesh. She could feel and smell the earthy ground, the jungle air.
She closed her eyes, praying to awaken from the nightmare.
Meanwhile, in another time and place.........
Danni Quee eyed the young man in front of her. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
"Look, I need you to analyze something for me. I can't find any logical explanation as to why Jaina is gone. I know she's not dead because I would have felt it. She's just gone. I can't feel her anymore."
Jacen looked ragged. It had been three days since Jaina's disappearance, and none of the search parties had found her. Many Jedi had assembled to look for her. But none could find her.
Danni sat up on the countertop. When the new Jedi Acadamy had been built, a large lab had been constructed in the lower parts. Danni had left her studies on Zonama Sekot and had come to train to be a Jedi. However, as a side job, she also taught the students science.
She now sat in her personal lab with Jacen on a chair opposite her. He held up a small transparent bag.
"What is that?" Danni stared in awe at the small item. It appeared to be crumpled leaves, but the small pieces glowed with an odd purple luminescence.
"I found it on the ground in the jungle. Shortly after Jaina ran, I followed her. When her presence disappeared from the Force, I stopped in a clearing. It was the last place I felt her before she disappeared. Everyone else says she is dead. I don't think so." Jacen's eyes were dark with restlessness.
"Master Luke is holding a funeral in three days. How can you believe she isn't dead? We are all grieved, but you have to accept it." Danni questioned, concern filling her eyes.
"Please, just analyze it. She gave up on me when I disappeared. I won't do the same to her. Please do this. For Jaina." Jacen stood abruptly, as if to leave.
Danni sighed. "What will you do in the meantime?"
"I'm going to find Jagged. He disappeared into the jungle shortly after Jaina did. No one bothered to look for him yet, because he doesn't want to be found."
Danni looked surprised. "You aren't going to kill him, are you?" She asked, stuttering. Jacen was deep and philosophical. She had never seen him this angry.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm going to get him to help me. He owes it to everyone. To Jaina."
Jacen Solo ran without much thought to where he went. His bare feet pounded against the moist forest floor.
He reached out through the Force, grasping out for the presence of the man in front on him. Though Luke had asked everyone to leave Jagged alone to his thoughts, Jacen went anyway.
He skidded to a halt when he came out of the thick trees to find himself by a lake. On the edge of a rock on the shore sat Jagged Fel.
His body shook with ragged sobs. He let out a cry of deep anguish, his voice cracking in pain.
Jacen forced the anger in his stomach back down.
"Jagged."
Jag looked up, and immediately leapt to his feet. His emerald eyes were red with tears, and his black hair dripped with sweat from running.
"What do you want, Jacen?"
Jacen's eyes flashed with anger. "You know exactly what I want. Why did you leave her? What the sithspit were you thinking!?!"
Jagged snarled. "I don't know! Sithspawn, I don't know!"
Jacen carefully approached him, unclenching his fist. "How can you not know?" His voice was low and impending.
Jagged threw his hands up. "You have no idea how I feel! I just hurt the one person in this galaxy I love most! Can you even begin to imagine what that feels like? Can you?" He fairly screamed, now grabbing Jacen's shoulders.
"I know you can't! I love your sister more than anyone else I've ever known. But you know what, I left her at the altar. That makes me a selfish jerk! It was all because I was afraid. I was afraid. Me, the Chiss pilot who can out fly pretty much any other person you can find. But I guess that doesn't matter. I'm a coward and a jerk. So why don't you just leave me alone? Let me die away from the rest of humanity."
He turned away, about to run. Jacen grabbed him roughly. "Look, I don't give bloody care right about if you die or not. I didn't come here to give you sympathy. I need your help."
Jag turned to him, surprised. "Why the heck would you need my help?"
"Jaina's missing. None of the search parties can find her. The rest of my family thinks she's dead. You're the only other person that will help me find her."
Jagged looked at him for a long time, his eyes shining with a horrid torrent of emotion. "I'll come."