Halfling-

Okay then, I'll only wait about a year then J Nah, I'm kidding. I put that part in because I needed a little more, and also, there isn't too much said about Qui-Gon and his past, so I choose something I knew I could screw up.

Mellaithwen

There may be a fight scene between them and there may not be, I'm afraid you will have to wait. I'll will try and be quick about it, but with work it gets a bit hard. I'll try and update during the weekends.

Chapter three

Obi-Wan fought off a yawn as he reached over to check his radar. He hadn't wanted to stop, but as the hours passed and a shadow of weariness crept over him, he knew that he had too. There were several planets nearby, and after a short glance he realized that there were three possible choices.

One, he had already been to, Gala, so he would have an advantage in the fact he knew his way around. He was also certain that Beju and his sister Elan would welcome him. But familiarity could have its disadvantages as well. He wanted to leave as little as a trace as he possibly could, despite the fact that the Temple could find him easily enough.

With the new tracking devices they had recently placed in the ships, they could track were any ship was, unless it was deactivated. The problem was that Obi-Wan didn't know where the device was hidden, and he did not wish to waste any time searching for it. Stopping for the night would be a long enough delay. One advantage the young protégé had was that since the system was new, the Jedi had yet to learn how to fully operate it. That would give him only a few hours, but at the moment, Obi-Wan would take all the time he could get.

It worried him that if Xanatos found out that Obi-Wan was tracking him, he may come back to question the two. He did not wish to endanger their lives. Therefore, he concluded that Gala was out of the question.

Another possibility was Tarhenu, a small planet out of the main travel path through the galaxy. They kept to themselves, or so Obi-Wan had heard, and there would be little chance that anyone would be able to trace him there. But with such a small place, it was harder to blend in, to hide. Questions would arise, questions Obi-Wan wasn't willing to answer.

He finally decided on Euphoeta, a larger planet that was a center for trading goods. They carried many different materials and supplied others, any object that came to mind, Euphoeta would have it, and if they did not, would find a way to obtain it.

The landing was smooth, and he was able to find a room for the night, and was up once again before the twin suns rose. He wanted to waste as little time as possible, even if he was still tired. The longer he was there, the more time for people to wonder why such a young person was traveling by himself. Obi-Wan had less than a day's travel now, and he whispered a short word of encouragement to himself as he sped on towards his destination. Nothing, not even Xanatos would stop him now, and he swore by that statement.

Qui-Gon was in meditation when the door to cell opened for the first time since his coming there. There were three of them, he could tell, without opening his eyes, and they were nervous. Xanatos was not one of them, he could hear them whispering among themselves, speaking in a broken common tongue.

"This one, careful, danger. Boss says now," one said.

Qui-Gon opened his eyes as they shuffled forward, blasters trained on him. They were humanoid creatures, reaching almost seven feet, with long arms, and double jointed legs. The first one jabbed a blaster at him while another came forward with wrist cuffs.

"No funny business," the one with the blaster spat at him, while the other bound his wrists, and attached a long chain. "Will shoot, now come."

They emphasized the come with a forceful tug of the chain. Qui-Gon had little choice but to follow them, where ever they were taking him. The Force rippled around him, warning him that things were not going to be good.

"Where are you taking me? Where am I?" Qui-Gon demanded, trying to shake the numbness out from his legs. The cell had given him little room to move or stretch, and his legs where not quite stable. But the guards did not slow their pace as the Jedi stumbled after them.

"Quiet, no ask," one snapped back, blaster still trained on him. He turned to the other and continued to talk.

"Boss says ready, I say no. We lose much on it, no training."

The other nodded. "Boss says ready, no training. No need training for it. Lose money maybe, but no matter. It smells, probably tastes bad."

Qui-Gon grimaced as he stumbled again. Whatever was going to happen did not sound good. Since he wasn't going to get any answers, he turned his attention to his surroundings. They were still underground, cells lined the walls, most of them open bars, while a few were like his cell had been. The open cells each held a different creature, creatures Qui-Gon had never seen, it looked as if a major cross breeding trade was going on here. That did not help settle his nerves at all.

The next several floors proved to be the same thing, creatures upon creatures held captive in a small cage. They paced back and forth angrily, hissing and growling as they passed by. One even charged them, only to be stopped by the bars, and receiving a hard electric jar for it as well.

The finally passed the last floor, and came into a large room. Qui-Gon blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light slowly as they walked on. He could see seven more floors above before a ceiling crossed over. Up here it was crawling with the same beings that now held him prisoner, all of them were armed, as they continued with their business. They all glared as they walked by, a small smile on their face. The language they spoke fluently in was one Qui-Gon did not recognize.

Qui-Gon did his best to remember all the turns they took, trying to memorize every detail he could, hoping it would come in use later on. But after the many twists and turns, Qui-Gon no longer could remember the way. He was led into the next room, and a cheer rose from the crowd that was sitting round the entire arena. His captors grinned as they chained him to a pole, and with that done, they left abruptly, the door sliding closed as they left. Qui-Gon could hear the door lock, before turning his attention to the arena.

It was fairly large, measuring nearly 300 feet in width, and almost 400 in length, the walls to the arena were nearly 20, Qui-Gon supposed he could jump the wall using the force, but a closer look caused him to see that the walls were electrified. That was out of question.

Across from him the door opened, and a large cat like creature lunged out, only to be stopped by a chain. Qui-Gon could hear the creature growling and straining against his imprisonment, it's clawed feet scraping up the dirt that lay on the floor. It was about four feet in height, measuring 12 feet long, tail included. Qui-Gon watched as it raised itself on its hind legs, slashing out at one of the guards.

The massive claws caught an unfortunate guard, dragging the screaming being toward him. Qui-Gon grimaced as the creature bit deeply into guard's flank, killing the man immediately and began feasting shortly after. A bloodthirsty cheer rose from the crowd as the cat finished eating.

Then as suddenly as they had became loud they grew quiet. Qui-Gon felt the force ripple and he looked up to see Xanatos standing above him on a platform. Once the crowd was silent, Xanatos gave a small bow and began to speak.

"My friends, It is time once again for the Monoshiva," he said with a smile. The crowd let out a cheer and became silent again. Xanatos continued. "As you can see we have our four day champion, Riso" he waved toward the cat that was pacing back and forth. Another cheer from the crowd. "And we have a new fighter, which the guards have dubbed as Darn." He waved toward Qui-Gon below him. This time there were cheers along with negative comments that came forth, before becoming silent again.

"You have now seen our combatants, who will live, and who will die, we shall see, but place your bets now, the Monoshiva begins in 60 seconds!"

Qui-Gon's heart sunk as a cheer rose from the crowd. He had heard of Monoshiva's only once before, he had been informed that the practice was no longer allowed. Apparently this world had not heard that it was no illegal, and if they had, they did not care. It was a bloody sport, in which two opponents faced each other, and only one came out alive.

He had bigger problems however. How was he going to survive…this? He reached out with the Force, trying to tap the creature's mind, with little luck. Xanatos had already thought of that. The Force would prove to be of little use to him here.

"30 seconds!" Xanatos cried, working the crowd up. Qui-Gon calmed himself, taking a deep breath. He had to think, had to do something, but what? The walls he couldn't climb, nor touch, the pole may help, but by the looks, the pole retracted into the ground as soon as the prisoner was released.

"Ten seconds! Nine," the crowd had begun the final countdown, and Qui-Gon was still out of ideas, "Five, four," they seemed to be energized by the simple fact that the man would be torn into pieces just as the guard had been.

"Two, One!" the crowd screamed with bloodthirsty fury. "It begins!" Xanatos yelled, and with that the prisoners were released.

TBC

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