Oblivion 10
(AN: I don't have anything against Han or Luke....It's just that after Unifying Force, I think someone should have died. Probably Han, I like Luke better. And I like Anakin/Tahiri but after all, he is dead and he's not coming back....so thus why I currently favor Jacen/Tahiri...and it's not gonna be a Jacen/Tahiri. Maybe the sequel, but not this story. ANYHOw......I own nothing in Star Wars especially Jawas and Ewoks. If I did own them, they would be nonexistent because I would have cuddled them to death. ANYHOW.....)
ATTENTIONATTENTIONATTENTION: I figured out what was wrong with ol' Obi's name, so I fixed it. This chapter is a repost.
Jaina stood perfectly still. Every muscle in her body was tense and unmoving. All she could do was stand and stare at the mass destruction her mind had executed upon the Warra tribe.
Dead bodies lay flung all around, the huts collapsed over them. Huge gaps had opened up in the ground, swallowing up those who had tread over them during the earthquake. This was not at all what she had intended.
A Jedi was not supposed to take revenge. A Jedi was supposed to avoid killing unless it was absolutely necessary.
Jaina looked around her. This was not necessary. This was slaughter.
Her throat was dry. She found her lip trembling. Her nightmare was no longer just a dream: It was a living inferno of pain, agony, and hatred. Jaina felt the tears coming.
She fell to the ground and prayed that she would die. "No..." Her parched lips parted slightly. She looked up again and saw something she had not seen before.
Directly ahead, on the ground, was Obi-wan. Dead.
Jaina approached cautiously. No...it couldn't be...she couldn't have killed him...
She gasped for air that wasn't coming. Jaina reached out and took his hand. It was true. He was really dead. She bowed her head, shivering. No...
Her blurry vision fell upon his pale face, where she saw her own tears had fallen. Suddenly, his eyes flew open. And they were red. Blood red.
"Murderer. Evil, evil murderer!" He spat in her face, and she screamed. Blackness consumed her world once more. This time, it was welcome.
In another time.....
After the strange flash, Danni had rushed to bring her theory to Jacen. At first, upon sensing him in Tahiri's room, she was filled with old jealousy. It almost faded when she remembered hearing them both scream out in the Force. There was a strange connection between them and the flash that accompanied it.
She had then knocked on the door hesitantly. Tahiri opened the door. Jacen sat on the edge of her bed.
Upon seeing the both of them, she knew they had been seeking comfort in each other from their nightmares and pain.
The two of them, out of the whole Jedi order, were the only ones who truly knew pain. Tahiri had been into her very inner mind and had battled an evil that was herself. Jacen had been in the Embrace of Pain, feeling the pure whiteness of it.
Both were pale and surprised to see her. Danni bit her lip. Before she had left her lab, she had grabbed a book chip from her shelf.
"I felt a disturbance in the Force." Danni whispered. She smiled internally, for it sounded strange coming from her. Jacen shifted in his seat.
"I'm sorry. We did not mean to wake you. It was just a very strange nightmare." He explained, rising to his feet. Tahiri turned her light on to a dim glow. She gestured for Danni to take a seat on the single chair in her room.
"I heard you both scream in the Force." Danni continued, nudging for a more detailed explanation.
"Yes. We had the same dream from different perspectives." Tahiri said, leaning against the wall opposite Danni. "Everyone else in the Academy probably heard us scream too. But you and Corran are the only ones who came and asked what happened. Why is that?" She raised an eyebrow inquisitively, knowing there was more to Danni's unexpected visit then met the eye.
"I heard you scream like everyone else. But I heard something no one else could have, because no one else was near the dust. I heard a third scream." Danni watched as their expressions went from confusion, to disturbed curiosity.
Jacen almost stood up, frowning. "What do you mean?"
"Jaina. I heard Jaina." She paused, letting it sink in. "Her voice resonated from the dust through the Force. Earlier I had fallen asleep in the lab because I had made no progress on my research of the strange dust. I had left a tool near the dust before I fell asleep. I awoke when a light flashed. I heard you two scream. At the same time, I heard Jaina. Then, I looked at the dust. My tool was gone. I searched everywhere for it, but it had disappeared."
Tahiri and Jacen's eyes were wide with anticipation and fear.
Danni continued, holding up the book chip she had been carrying. "I remembered reading something about this kind of thing and found this book." She paused, slipping the chip into her data pad.
Danni looked up, her eyes shining with an odd light. "I think I know what happened to Jaina."
In another time....
He awoke to the tempting smell of soup. A soft, deep humming sounded from beneath the strange room. Obi-Wan's eyes opened hesitantly, for he finally felt warm and safe. He eyed his surroundings wearily, for they were very strange.
The room was actually not a real room at all. It was very dark, except for a dim light cast by a fire. He lie in a bed covered by a soft animal hide. The bed was pushed as close to the wall as was possible.
The walls were a discolored silver. Directly above obi-wan's makeshift bed was some sort of strange metal overhang that looked suspiciously like a standardized spaceship bed. In fact, the entire room looked like the interior of a spaceship.
And indeed, it was. Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows. What originally had looked like a room now looked like an upside down bedroom in a spaceship. He suddenly remembered the old class five Gamma that they had briefly fought the Warra warriors around. Perhaps this was the interior of another crashed ship.
On the other side of the room, the fire burned in a fireplace. The fireplace was made in a hole where an old comm system and bed had collided when the ship had crashed. The smoke escaped through a hole in the back of the fireplace.
Brewing atop the fire was a pot of delicious smelling soup. Obi-Wan took in a deep breath. He suddenly realized that his wounds felt much better. He looked down at his bare chest and saw many bandages that he had not noticed before. His torn shoulder was properly bandaged as well.
The Jedi felt out through the Force, wondering where he was. He immediately sensed another presence in the spaceship, one old and content.
At that moment, an elderly head popped up where the door used to be. A makeshift ladder was set up against the so-called wall. She climbed in, carefully balancing a cup in her other hand.
"Why, hello! I see you finally woke up! The way you were sleepin' I wondered if you'd ever wake up!" She chuckled to herself, climbing onto his side of the room. Obi-Wan blinked in confusion.
The woman was elderly, indeed. She had slightly wrinkled chocolate brown skin. She wore her hair up in a bun. The woman was wrapped in a brown cloak, likely made of animal hide. Her build was big, and her eyes were wide with wisdom and mischief.
"Who..." Obi-Wan started, but never finished. The old woman cut him off by putting the cup to his lips.
"Now, honey, don't talk. You've had a hard beating indeed. Why, you've been in a coma for almost a week! I'm glad I found you when I did, because you were nearin' death!" The old woman rushed the words out.
He almost choked on the cool drink. "I've been in a coma for a week! But...how? What's happened? Where's Jaina? Who are you?" His questions were stopped as the woman placed a strong hand over his mouth.
"Askin' so many questions, you'd near kill yourself. And I wouldn't want that, spendin' so much time healin' you!" The woman chuckled. "Now you just lay down, while I get you some soup. I'll explain everything."
She crossed the room, stepping over the gap she had entered through. "I found you in the middle of the forest, 'bout fifty or so feet from the Warra camp. I was outside my home, tryin' to figure out what all the racket was. You were beat up pretty bad, so I took you in and nursed you back to health."
The woman paused, ladling the soup into a bowl. "I hurried you back in, and went out the next day, tryin' to figure out what had happened. There was quite a bit of trouble in the Warra camp. Plenty of the huts had collapsed, the ground looked like it had been through a huge earthquake, and the warriors were all stirred up."
"I watched them from a distance. Apparently, only a few were actually dead. In the middle of their clearing they had set up a bed adorned with all sorts of pretty flowers and such. Atop they had this very pretty girl, who looked like she was dead. I figured it was about time that I paid a visit to the Warra, tryin' to find out what had happened. You see, they don't particularly like me, but I've helped them from time to time with medical situations. So I went into the camp. The shortest warrior, Ralka, told me that their goddess of war had come to bring judgement upon them for their deeds. He even said that they mistook her mate and his friends for Gar'lyush. She brought heavy judgement on them, destroying a lot of their village." The woman paused again, and crossed over to Obi-Wan's side.
"He told me that their goddess was in a deep sleep, because she used all her energy bringin' judgement upon them. Well, I don't know much about their hokey religions, but I knew that girl was in coma. Unfortunately, they wouldn't let me near her." She gave the bowl to Obi-Wan, who sipped at it while he took in all she had told him.
"Well, honey, as for me, my name's Myriah. My grandparents were one of the original pilots to crash here. They were Gar'lyush, but the whole tribe thing didn't sit well with me. I traveled out here, tryin' to find a place to live. I decided to settle in one of the crashed ships. I help the tribes from time to time, and they give me food for it. Now, if you don't mind me askin', who are you?"
The Jedi ate at the soup a little longer, and placed the bowl down. He sensed that this woman definitely did not mean him any harm. Obi-Wan sat up slowly. Perhaps she could help him find the scientists.
"My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am a Jedi, here to rescue a lost team of scientists. Along the way I met two Gar'lyush, who took me as their temporary captive. We fought against many Warra. We then met Jaina. I do not know much about her. She would not tell me who she really was. I knew that the Warra had taken captive the research team I had come to rescue. I decided it would be best if we were captured, so that we could avoid violence. I was wrong, and it almost cost me my life. Do you know anything about the research team? They sent a transmission only three days before I arrived."
Myriah looked amazed. She glanced up with awe in her eyes. "So it's true. Everything he told me was true."
"What?" Obi-Wan frowned.
Myriah took a deep breath. "The transmission you're talkin' 'bout. It was sent almost a month before you arrived."
"How is that possible? We received it only a week ago!" Obi-Wan looked at her in confusion. Myriah may have seemed kind, but she could have been a bit insane.
"All of the research team was executed by the Warra long before your Jedi received the message. All, except for one." Myriah's eyes gleamed with a strange light, as she pointed to the opening below. " I suppose you'll want to talk to him. He's downstairs."
(FINALLY, I finished this chapter. Wow, it's been a really long time. Now that it's summer time I'm hoping I'll finish this. I fixed his name yes... My computer is weird. Anyhow, I thinking it'll take about twenty chapters to finish this story off. I plan a shorter sequel, with perhaps a trilogy in the works. HMMMMMMM.....REVIEW!!!! PLEASEEE!!!)
(AN: I don't have anything against Han or Luke....It's just that after Unifying Force, I think someone should have died. Probably Han, I like Luke better. And I like Anakin/Tahiri but after all, he is dead and he's not coming back....so thus why I currently favor Jacen/Tahiri...and it's not gonna be a Jacen/Tahiri. Maybe the sequel, but not this story. ANYHOw......I own nothing in Star Wars especially Jawas and Ewoks. If I did own them, they would be nonexistent because I would have cuddled them to death. ANYHOW.....)
ATTENTIONATTENTIONATTENTION: I figured out what was wrong with ol' Obi's name, so I fixed it. This chapter is a repost.
Jaina stood perfectly still. Every muscle in her body was tense and unmoving. All she could do was stand and stare at the mass destruction her mind had executed upon the Warra tribe.
Dead bodies lay flung all around, the huts collapsed over them. Huge gaps had opened up in the ground, swallowing up those who had tread over them during the earthquake. This was not at all what she had intended.
A Jedi was not supposed to take revenge. A Jedi was supposed to avoid killing unless it was absolutely necessary.
Jaina looked around her. This was not necessary. This was slaughter.
Her throat was dry. She found her lip trembling. Her nightmare was no longer just a dream: It was a living inferno of pain, agony, and hatred. Jaina felt the tears coming.
She fell to the ground and prayed that she would die. "No..." Her parched lips parted slightly. She looked up again and saw something she had not seen before.
Directly ahead, on the ground, was Obi-wan. Dead.
Jaina approached cautiously. No...it couldn't be...she couldn't have killed him...
She gasped for air that wasn't coming. Jaina reached out and took his hand. It was true. He was really dead. She bowed her head, shivering. No...
Her blurry vision fell upon his pale face, where she saw her own tears had fallen. Suddenly, his eyes flew open. And they were red. Blood red.
"Murderer. Evil, evil murderer!" He spat in her face, and she screamed. Blackness consumed her world once more. This time, it was welcome.
In another time.....
After the strange flash, Danni had rushed to bring her theory to Jacen. At first, upon sensing him in Tahiri's room, she was filled with old jealousy. It almost faded when she remembered hearing them both scream out in the Force. There was a strange connection between them and the flash that accompanied it.
She had then knocked on the door hesitantly. Tahiri opened the door. Jacen sat on the edge of her bed.
Upon seeing the both of them, she knew they had been seeking comfort in each other from their nightmares and pain.
The two of them, out of the whole Jedi order, were the only ones who truly knew pain. Tahiri had been into her very inner mind and had battled an evil that was herself. Jacen had been in the Embrace of Pain, feeling the pure whiteness of it.
Both were pale and surprised to see her. Danni bit her lip. Before she had left her lab, she had grabbed a book chip from her shelf.
"I felt a disturbance in the Force." Danni whispered. She smiled internally, for it sounded strange coming from her. Jacen shifted in his seat.
"I'm sorry. We did not mean to wake you. It was just a very strange nightmare." He explained, rising to his feet. Tahiri turned her light on to a dim glow. She gestured for Danni to take a seat on the single chair in her room.
"I heard you both scream in the Force." Danni continued, nudging for a more detailed explanation.
"Yes. We had the same dream from different perspectives." Tahiri said, leaning against the wall opposite Danni. "Everyone else in the Academy probably heard us scream too. But you and Corran are the only ones who came and asked what happened. Why is that?" She raised an eyebrow inquisitively, knowing there was more to Danni's unexpected visit then met the eye.
"I heard you scream like everyone else. But I heard something no one else could have, because no one else was near the dust. I heard a third scream." Danni watched as their expressions went from confusion, to disturbed curiosity.
Jacen almost stood up, frowning. "What do you mean?"
"Jaina. I heard Jaina." She paused, letting it sink in. "Her voice resonated from the dust through the Force. Earlier I had fallen asleep in the lab because I had made no progress on my research of the strange dust. I had left a tool near the dust before I fell asleep. I awoke when a light flashed. I heard you two scream. At the same time, I heard Jaina. Then, I looked at the dust. My tool was gone. I searched everywhere for it, but it had disappeared."
Tahiri and Jacen's eyes were wide with anticipation and fear.
Danni continued, holding up the book chip she had been carrying. "I remembered reading something about this kind of thing and found this book." She paused, slipping the chip into her data pad.
Danni looked up, her eyes shining with an odd light. "I think I know what happened to Jaina."
In another time....
He awoke to the tempting smell of soup. A soft, deep humming sounded from beneath the strange room. Obi-Wan's eyes opened hesitantly, for he finally felt warm and safe. He eyed his surroundings wearily, for they were very strange.
The room was actually not a real room at all. It was very dark, except for a dim light cast by a fire. He lie in a bed covered by a soft animal hide. The bed was pushed as close to the wall as was possible.
The walls were a discolored silver. Directly above obi-wan's makeshift bed was some sort of strange metal overhang that looked suspiciously like a standardized spaceship bed. In fact, the entire room looked like the interior of a spaceship.
And indeed, it was. Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows. What originally had looked like a room now looked like an upside down bedroom in a spaceship. He suddenly remembered the old class five Gamma that they had briefly fought the Warra warriors around. Perhaps this was the interior of another crashed ship.
On the other side of the room, the fire burned in a fireplace. The fireplace was made in a hole where an old comm system and bed had collided when the ship had crashed. The smoke escaped through a hole in the back of the fireplace.
Brewing atop the fire was a pot of delicious smelling soup. Obi-Wan took in a deep breath. He suddenly realized that his wounds felt much better. He looked down at his bare chest and saw many bandages that he had not noticed before. His torn shoulder was properly bandaged as well.
The Jedi felt out through the Force, wondering where he was. He immediately sensed another presence in the spaceship, one old and content.
At that moment, an elderly head popped up where the door used to be. A makeshift ladder was set up against the so-called wall. She climbed in, carefully balancing a cup in her other hand.
"Why, hello! I see you finally woke up! The way you were sleepin' I wondered if you'd ever wake up!" She chuckled to herself, climbing onto his side of the room. Obi-Wan blinked in confusion.
The woman was elderly, indeed. She had slightly wrinkled chocolate brown skin. She wore her hair up in a bun. The woman was wrapped in a brown cloak, likely made of animal hide. Her build was big, and her eyes were wide with wisdom and mischief.
"Who..." Obi-Wan started, but never finished. The old woman cut him off by putting the cup to his lips.
"Now, honey, don't talk. You've had a hard beating indeed. Why, you've been in a coma for almost a week! I'm glad I found you when I did, because you were nearin' death!" The old woman rushed the words out.
He almost choked on the cool drink. "I've been in a coma for a week! But...how? What's happened? Where's Jaina? Who are you?" His questions were stopped as the woman placed a strong hand over his mouth.
"Askin' so many questions, you'd near kill yourself. And I wouldn't want that, spendin' so much time healin' you!" The woman chuckled. "Now you just lay down, while I get you some soup. I'll explain everything."
She crossed the room, stepping over the gap she had entered through. "I found you in the middle of the forest, 'bout fifty or so feet from the Warra camp. I was outside my home, tryin' to figure out what all the racket was. You were beat up pretty bad, so I took you in and nursed you back to health."
The woman paused, ladling the soup into a bowl. "I hurried you back in, and went out the next day, tryin' to figure out what had happened. There was quite a bit of trouble in the Warra camp. Plenty of the huts had collapsed, the ground looked like it had been through a huge earthquake, and the warriors were all stirred up."
"I watched them from a distance. Apparently, only a few were actually dead. In the middle of their clearing they had set up a bed adorned with all sorts of pretty flowers and such. Atop they had this very pretty girl, who looked like she was dead. I figured it was about time that I paid a visit to the Warra, tryin' to find out what had happened. You see, they don't particularly like me, but I've helped them from time to time with medical situations. So I went into the camp. The shortest warrior, Ralka, told me that their goddess of war had come to bring judgement upon them for their deeds. He even said that they mistook her mate and his friends for Gar'lyush. She brought heavy judgement on them, destroying a lot of their village." The woman paused again, and crossed over to Obi-Wan's side.
"He told me that their goddess was in a deep sleep, because she used all her energy bringin' judgement upon them. Well, I don't know much about their hokey religions, but I knew that girl was in coma. Unfortunately, they wouldn't let me near her." She gave the bowl to Obi-Wan, who sipped at it while he took in all she had told him.
"Well, honey, as for me, my name's Myriah. My grandparents were one of the original pilots to crash here. They were Gar'lyush, but the whole tribe thing didn't sit well with me. I traveled out here, tryin' to find a place to live. I decided to settle in one of the crashed ships. I help the tribes from time to time, and they give me food for it. Now, if you don't mind me askin', who are you?"
The Jedi ate at the soup a little longer, and placed the bowl down. He sensed that this woman definitely did not mean him any harm. Obi-Wan sat up slowly. Perhaps she could help him find the scientists.
"My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am a Jedi, here to rescue a lost team of scientists. Along the way I met two Gar'lyush, who took me as their temporary captive. We fought against many Warra. We then met Jaina. I do not know much about her. She would not tell me who she really was. I knew that the Warra had taken captive the research team I had come to rescue. I decided it would be best if we were captured, so that we could avoid violence. I was wrong, and it almost cost me my life. Do you know anything about the research team? They sent a transmission only three days before I arrived."
Myriah looked amazed. She glanced up with awe in her eyes. "So it's true. Everything he told me was true."
"What?" Obi-Wan frowned.
Myriah took a deep breath. "The transmission you're talkin' 'bout. It was sent almost a month before you arrived."
"How is that possible? We received it only a week ago!" Obi-Wan looked at her in confusion. Myriah may have seemed kind, but she could have been a bit insane.
"All of the research team was executed by the Warra long before your Jedi received the message. All, except for one." Myriah's eyes gleamed with a strange light, as she pointed to the opening below. " I suppose you'll want to talk to him. He's downstairs."
(FINALLY, I finished this chapter. Wow, it's been a really long time. Now that it's summer time I'm hoping I'll finish this. I fixed his name yes... My computer is weird. Anyhow, I thinking it'll take about twenty chapters to finish this story off. I plan a shorter sequel, with perhaps a trilogy in the works. HMMMMMMM.....REVIEW!!!! PLEASEEE!!!)