Chapter four:
As they entered the Admiral's office Trip gave Qui-gon a little shove towards the desk in the center the room and then she and Kit went to stand silently in a corner.
He watched them a moment, brow raised in amusment, then turned to face the man he'd been brought before.
He was a tall, dark skinned man and Qui-gon imediatley noticed some similarities between him and Trip.
The man's long black hair had the same hue and texture as Trip's(though she had her's cut a good deal shorter for practical purpouses) and they both had almond shaped purple hued eyes....
Purple eyes that were staring at the Jedi's own blue ones as though they could see right through him. It was a little eerie.
When he spoke it was in a deep, gentle sort of voice.
"Well now. My daughter has told me some odd things about you. I hope she wasn't too horrible to you." he smiled and Qui-gon looked over at Trip again.
She was smirking. Ah. Well, that explained the cocky attitude. She was the daughter of someone who was obviously important.
The Jedi returned his attention to the man before him and bowed respectfuly.
"Not at all sir. She was quite..... nice. Though I do not understand for what purpouse she has brought me here. I am a Jedi Knight, Qui-gon Jinn,
I just crashed here, I don't mean you or your people any harm."
The man sighed. "Of course. She was a bit faulty in explaining things to you yes? I'm Wladimir, Admiral and leader of the Sanctuary, as we like to call it. And as you can see by looking around, I really don't have time for something like this."
"You tell me you mean us no harm. How am I to prove that to my people?
They won't understand. Here offworlders are not exactly welcomed. We learned that lesson long ago. You've seen what it's like out there. I tell them were you are from..... they would kill you, no doubt. And nothing I could do or say would stop them."
Qui-gon nodded. He'd seen and he didn't understand. How could anyone have done that to there planet? Telling him they wouldn't like him wasn't very helpful. Now if someone would tell him why, that'd be different.
However, he didn't want to risk angering Wladimir with questions he didn't want to answer.
"Sir," he said tentavly. "You wouldn't have to tell them. if you could provide me with a way out of here, or even try and fix my ship....."
"I can't do that. We don't have any form of space travel available to us, not here. We've no way of communicating without it being intercepted,
and I don't have the materials required to fix your ship, no matter how light or bad the damage was."
So he was stuck here then. "But what can I........."
"Trip has proposed some interesting ideas." Wladimir grinned. "However that would be inhumane. There is one thing I can do. You can stay here.
You'd be under watch by her of course," Trip made a rude noise of disgust at that. "And you'd have to earn your keep of course."
That was all well and good, but Qui-gon could not afford to sit around on this back-water planet forever. He was in the middle of a mission.
"But sir, I was in the middle of something important. I can't just stay here."
"You don't have a choice. I'm willing to help you, but at this time I don't yet have the means. Yet. It's only a matter of time." Wladimir seemed lost on his own train of thought for a moment.
Qui-gon sighed. There was no other way then. "A Jedi can be patient Sir."
"Good. It's settled then. And I must impress apon you the seriousness of keeping your origin hidden. To every one else, you are a slave who escaped the Alliance and Trip found you and brought you here to join us.
Understood?"
"Understood."
Wladimir nodded in satisfaction then sat down at his desk, grabbing a stack of papers with one hand and waving them out with the other.
"Now get out of here Trip. And don't come back unless it's life threatening."
Trip laughed. "Of course father. You're SO buisy......"
"Out."
Trip laughed again and turned to leave.
"Come on Quiggy. There's work to be done."
As they entered the Admiral's office Trip gave Qui-gon a little shove towards the desk in the center the room and then she and Kit went to stand silently in a corner.
He watched them a moment, brow raised in amusment, then turned to face the man he'd been brought before.
He was a tall, dark skinned man and Qui-gon imediatley noticed some similarities between him and Trip.
The man's long black hair had the same hue and texture as Trip's(though she had her's cut a good deal shorter for practical purpouses) and they both had almond shaped purple hued eyes....
Purple eyes that were staring at the Jedi's own blue ones as though they could see right through him. It was a little eerie.
When he spoke it was in a deep, gentle sort of voice.
"Well now. My daughter has told me some odd things about you. I hope she wasn't too horrible to you." he smiled and Qui-gon looked over at Trip again.
She was smirking. Ah. Well, that explained the cocky attitude. She was the daughter of someone who was obviously important.
The Jedi returned his attention to the man before him and bowed respectfuly.
"Not at all sir. She was quite..... nice. Though I do not understand for what purpouse she has brought me here. I am a Jedi Knight, Qui-gon Jinn,
I just crashed here, I don't mean you or your people any harm."
The man sighed. "Of course. She was a bit faulty in explaining things to you yes? I'm Wladimir, Admiral and leader of the Sanctuary, as we like to call it. And as you can see by looking around, I really don't have time for something like this."
"You tell me you mean us no harm. How am I to prove that to my people?
They won't understand. Here offworlders are not exactly welcomed. We learned that lesson long ago. You've seen what it's like out there. I tell them were you are from..... they would kill you, no doubt. And nothing I could do or say would stop them."
Qui-gon nodded. He'd seen and he didn't understand. How could anyone have done that to there planet? Telling him they wouldn't like him wasn't very helpful. Now if someone would tell him why, that'd be different.
However, he didn't want to risk angering Wladimir with questions he didn't want to answer.
"Sir," he said tentavly. "You wouldn't have to tell them. if you could provide me with a way out of here, or even try and fix my ship....."
"I can't do that. We don't have any form of space travel available to us, not here. We've no way of communicating without it being intercepted,
and I don't have the materials required to fix your ship, no matter how light or bad the damage was."
So he was stuck here then. "But what can I........."
"Trip has proposed some interesting ideas." Wladimir grinned. "However that would be inhumane. There is one thing I can do. You can stay here.
You'd be under watch by her of course," Trip made a rude noise of disgust at that. "And you'd have to earn your keep of course."
That was all well and good, but Qui-gon could not afford to sit around on this back-water planet forever. He was in the middle of a mission.
"But sir, I was in the middle of something important. I can't just stay here."
"You don't have a choice. I'm willing to help you, but at this time I don't yet have the means. Yet. It's only a matter of time." Wladimir seemed lost on his own train of thought for a moment.
Qui-gon sighed. There was no other way then. "A Jedi can be patient Sir."
"Good. It's settled then. And I must impress apon you the seriousness of keeping your origin hidden. To every one else, you are a slave who escaped the Alliance and Trip found you and brought you here to join us.
Understood?"
"Understood."
Wladimir nodded in satisfaction then sat down at his desk, grabbing a stack of papers with one hand and waving them out with the other.
"Now get out of here Trip. And don't come back unless it's life threatening."
Trip laughed. "Of course father. You're SO buisy......"
"Out."
Trip laughed again and turned to leave.
"Come on Quiggy. There's work to be done."