Chapter Six
He clutched the hilt of his lightsaber, his knuckles white from the pressure. He hid behind a large pile of rocks as he sensed his enemies searching for him. They knew he was near and they wanted nothing more than to see his lifeless, bloodied body sprawled on the cold unforgiving ground. His Master was probably dead. He had not sensed his presence in days.
He hid because, with his injuries, he knew that he could not outrun his enemies. In fact, he could barely walk. He knew there would be no escape for him. There were too many of them and it was just a matter of time before they found him.
Suddenly his attention focused behind him as he heard the frightening sound of a twig snapping. He turned around to determine the source of the sound and discovered that his suspicions were correct. One of the searchers stood there, a blaster aimed at his head. He had never known this kind of fear. It wrapped its hands around his throat and squeezed tight. Breathing became difficult as he stared down the barrel of the weapon. He would not allow himself to die without a fight. He was a Jedi; he would die like a Jedi.
"I'm sorry I failed you Master," he murmured as he summoned all his strength and whirled around while igniting his lightsaber. His sprained ankle was unable to support all of his weight since his other leg had been broken. He lost his balance, falling toward the guard who aimed his blaster at him. Then he heard the sound of a blaster firing...
*****************
"Obi-Wan wake up," Qui-Gon told the sleeping child. He and Mace had found the child on the grass in The Room of a Thousand Fountains. Cyjeon rested on Obi-Wan's chest. The tall Master who crouched beside the boy wondered how the tiny creature could stay on top of the youngster as he thrashed back and forth. "Obi-Wan, wake up, it's ok. It's just a dream."
Suddenly the boy yelled, "Master!" He sat up breathing heavily; his eyes wide open as he looked around. Finally his eyes came to rest on Qui-Gon and then he looked up at Mace Windu who stood behind him.
"You're safe Obi-Wan, it was just a dream," Qui-Gon assured him.
The youngster closed his eyes and took a deep breath unconsciously releasing his fears into the Force. The two Masters looked at one another as they recognized his use of the Force.
"Obi-Wan," Mace said as he crouched down beside the boy too. "What did you dream?"
"I... don't know. I was trying to get away from these men who were chasing me. My leg was broken so I hid behind some rocks."
"Where was your Master?" Mace prodded.
"I don't know. We were separated. I couldn't sense him in the Force. I was terrified. I didn't know how to help him. The men, who were chasing me, found me. One of them had... had a blaster pointed at my head. He... he fired it just as I woke up."
Mace and Qui-Gon shared another glance as Obi-Wan gently picked Cyjeon up from the ground where he fell when the boy sat up. He sat the tiny creature on his leg and gently rubbed his index finger back and forth over his back.
"Obi-Wan, it was just a dream, no one here is trying to kill you," Qui-Gon told him.
"We were wondering if you would like to come with us to the training rooms. Master Qui-Gon told me that you were able to do the first form. If you don't mind I'd like to see what other forms and katas you remember. I believe your friends are there now. Perhaps we could ask them to demonstrate them for you and you can see if you recognize them."
"Alright," Obi-Wan nodded slipping Cyjeon back into his pocket. Maybe watching his so called friends doing the exercises would help to keep his mind off the dream. He had had it before, although at the time he had thought it was just a stupid dream that meant nothing. Now he realized that it was something that happened in his past or maybe it was a vision of the future.
****************
Mace Windu watched Obi-Wan flawlessly perform the seventh kata. Garen had not even finished demonstrating it when Obi-Wan stood up and began to perform the movements. He was glad that the youngster was remembering his past. Perhaps he will recollect enough that he can stay in the Temple and continue his training.
Mace was surprised that Obi-Wan's movements were smooth. They were not the typical movements of a Jedi who had been out of practice for many months.
"Obi-Wan, you can stop now," Mace told him as he and Qui-Gon sat on the nearby bleachers. The thirteen year old stopped and glanced at Mace and then Qui-Gon before nodding his head. Mace could sense that Obi-Wan hesitated as if he had done something wrong.
"Obi-Wan, you did very well," Qui-Gon said assured him.
"Yes, although it's odd that you showed no signs of not practicing the katas in a while," Mace commented.
"I did practice them Sir. I didn't know what they were but I did them in the gardens when I couldn't sleep at night. They helped me to keep warm when it was cold and I couldn't find a place to seek shelter," the boy explained.
Mace nodded. "What about your skills with a lightsaber?"
"I don't have a lightsaber Sir, but once I fought this kid who tried to take some food that a nice old lady had given me. He tripped me and grabbed a large tree branch and tried to hit me with it. I saw another tree branch on the ground about a meter away. I wished I had it in my hand and suddenly it was there. I used it to block his blow. I got up and we fought with the branches until his broke and he ran away." Obi-Wan noticed that the three initiates and two Masters listened intently to his story.
Mace and Qui-Gon shared a look as the teenager finished his narrative. Mace rose and pulled out his lightsaber. Lowering the setting to the minimum he said, "Show me. Garen, give him your lightsaber."
Garen, surprised by Mace's words, hesitated for a moment before he handed the weapon to his friend.
The Council member watched as Obi-Wan took a moment to look the weapon over. Without warning Mace ignited his weapon and swung at the youngster. He was ready to pull away so as not to hit the child's shoulder when his purple blade met with the resistance of Garen's green blade.
Obi-Wan took the offensive and thrust at Mace who easily met the training saber with a crackle of light and sound.
"Very good, you defended yourself instinctively. But you struck out at me with some anger. Remember, anger leads to the dark side." Obi-Wan nodded but did not reply as the dark skinned man disengaged his weapon. After a momentary hesitation the Padawan did the same before handing it back to Garen.
"Obi-Wan, you should take it easy for the rest of the day and make sure you're well rested for your tests tomorrow. Perhaps Master Qui-Gon could teach you how to meditate."
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea," Qui-Gon agreed.
Mace nodded at the longhaired man who now stood beside him. Placing his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, he said, "I'll see you tomorrow for the tests." Obi-Wan nodded his head and Mace left the training room.
"Thank you for your help," Qui-Gon told Garen, Reeft, and Bant as he placed a hand on Obi-Wan's back and guided him out of the room.
**********************
Obi-Wan sat on the couch in Qui-Gon's apartment while the Jedi Master rummaged through his sleep room searching for something. It sounded as if the older man was destroying the entire room to find whatever he was looking for.
Obi-Wan thought about the exercises that he did to keep warm on Luzick. He had no idea that they were Jedi Katas and forms. He had also surprised himself when Master Windu dueled against him when he had only Garen's lightsaber. He thought the dark skinned Master would easily defeat him and give him numerous burns but he hadn't. Obi-Wan was able to deflect his blow and had even struck out at him in an attempt to protect himself. He tried to attack his opponent before Mace could get a chance to assail again. He was not aware that he had assaulted him in anger.
After Master Qui-Gon had prepared tea for them he had tried to teach Obi- Wan how to meditate. But the boy could not find his center. He was unable to stop the thoughts of the day's events from swirling through his mind like a Tatooine sand storm.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as he exited his sleep room and sat down on the couch beside the youngster. "I need to speak with you."
Obi-Wan looked down at his lap. He assumed Qui-Gon would want to discuss what had happened in the training rooms a couple of hours ago. "I'm sorry about what happened in the training room. I had no idea..."
"Obi-Wan, this is not about what happened earlier. You did very well actually. The Council was going to find you a foster family on Coruscant to stay with. Since you did so well in the training rooms and since it's obvious that you are remembering things I think that we won't have to worry about that happening," Qui-Gon told him. "In fact there's something that I would like to ask you."
Obi-Wan looked up into the man's sparkling sapphire blue eyes and wondered what he was about to ask, that put him in such a good mood.
"I know that you're unsure of yourself and your Jedi abilities, but I think I can help you. I can teach you how to meditate and find your center. I can show you how to release your anger and fight defensively to save your life and the lives of others instead of fighting in anger. Obi-Wan Kenobi, will you be my Padawan learner?"
Obi-Wan could not stop a smile from forming on his face. He had thought he would receive a lecture. He had not expected an invitation to be this man's student. "Yes," he answered without hesitation.
Qui-Gon smiled. Obi-Wan could not remember ever seeing the man smile. "We must inform the Council and of course they have to approve it, but I doubt they will disagree. I must go see a friend. I think I might have left something in her apartment. You should go to bed; you have a big day tomorrow. After your test we'll discuss with the Council your becoming my Padawan."
Obi-Wan nodded and went into his sleep room to prepare for bed.
*********************
"Qui-Gon, it sounds like you're making a mess. What are you looking for?" Tahl questioned her friend. The sounds of metal clanging against metal filled the room. She could imagine the man taking all of his most valuable trinkets out of the storage box. Most likely the objects now cluttered the carpet of the extra sleep room. She used the empty space as a storage area since she did not have a Padawan.
"I'm looking for something very special that I want to give to Obi-Wan. It's the river stone that I found in the River of Light on my home planet. I want to give it to Obi-Wan as a belated thirteenth birthday present."
"Qui-Gon, why would you give it to him for his..." she paused mid sentence. "Did you ask him?"
"Yes," Qui-Gon could not help but smile. "I asked him to be my Padawan and he accepted."
"Qui-Gon Jinn, aren't you rushing into something that you should not. You don't even know if he will be allowed to stay in the Temple for much longer let alone be your Padawan," Tahl disagreed.
"The Force brought him to me, I know it. I've ignored the will of the Force before; I will not do it again. The boy is destined for greatness."
"Was Qui-Gon, he was destined for greatness before he lost his memory."
"But he's already remembering things. He doesn't realize that they're memories but they are. He was able to do most of the forms and up to the seventh kata before Mace stopped him. Then Mace swung his lightsaber at him and Obi-Wan was able to block the blow and protect himself."
"That's good, but I think you should wait. You're getting too attached to him and the Council still might not let him stay."
"I don't think that will happen, Tahl. Ah here it is. It's just as I remember it," Qui-Gon said running his finger over the smooth surface of the black stone.
*********************
"I'm sorry I failed you Master," he murmured as he summoned all his strength and whirled around while igniting his lightsaber. His sprained ankle could not support all of his weight since his other leg had been broken. He lost his balance, falling toward the guard who aimed his blaster at him. Then he heard the sound of blaster fire and felt a searing pain in his shoulder. It felt as if an angry Wookiee had torn off his arm. He collided with the man who had just shot him and the blue blade of his lightsaber sunk deeply into the man's chest.
Shock was the last expression the shooter's face would ever show as his lifeless body slumped to the ground with Obi-Wan falling in a heap on top of him. He knew that his shoulder wound, despite the agonizing pain, was not life threatening. He assumed, though, that the woman behind him who had screamed as her friend was killed would most likely prove life threatening. Obi-Wan turned to see the teary eyed woman looking from him to the dead man.
The woman said something in a language that Obi-Wan could not understand as more soldiers hurried from behind her to see what was happening. "You killed Leader Chandlish," one of them shouted. "Your Master is dead because you ran from us boy. But you will stand trial for the murder of Leader Chandlish."
Hands roughly grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. It was not murder but if he had not killed the leader, he would be the one lying in a heap on the ground. However, since learning that his Master was really dead he did not care what they did to him. He no longer had the strength to save himself.
"Master," Obi-Wan whispered as he opened his eyes. His breaths came in quick harsh gasps as he tried to calm himself. As he looked around he noticed that he was in the extra bedroom in Master Qui-Gon Jinn's apartment. With a sigh he realized that he was safe. It was just another dream.
Obi-Wan could not get the man's words out of his head. He claimed that it was his fault that his Master was dead just like the white haired boy had said in the hall. Was he really the cause of Master Oxane's death? If he was, how could he allow Qui-Gon to become his Master? The man had helped him when no one else would. He could not allow himself to be the cause of another man's death. He could stay and ignore both the dream and white- haired boy. But what would Qui-Gon think of him when the team Master Yoda sent to investigate the events on Phindar discovered that it was his fault that his Master had died?
He stared out the window at the traffic that flew through the skies even before sunrise. The planet was large with many people, more than all the other planets he had spent time on since losing his memory. He wondered if he could find a job here on this planet.
Slowly he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Just as slowly and quietly he began to dress. After slipping his boots on he put Cyjeon into his pants pocket and stepped out into the sitting area of Qui- Gon's apartment.
He surveyed the darkened area and crept toward the door of the Jedi Master's sleep room. He could hear the steady snores coming from the other side of the door that was ajar. He assumed that the man had set the door that way so he could hear if Obi-Wan needed anything.
"I'm sorry Qui-Gon," the young man whispered as he turned and without looking back, he walked out of the apartment.
To be continued...
He clutched the hilt of his lightsaber, his knuckles white from the pressure. He hid behind a large pile of rocks as he sensed his enemies searching for him. They knew he was near and they wanted nothing more than to see his lifeless, bloodied body sprawled on the cold unforgiving ground. His Master was probably dead. He had not sensed his presence in days.
He hid because, with his injuries, he knew that he could not outrun his enemies. In fact, he could barely walk. He knew there would be no escape for him. There were too many of them and it was just a matter of time before they found him.
Suddenly his attention focused behind him as he heard the frightening sound of a twig snapping. He turned around to determine the source of the sound and discovered that his suspicions were correct. One of the searchers stood there, a blaster aimed at his head. He had never known this kind of fear. It wrapped its hands around his throat and squeezed tight. Breathing became difficult as he stared down the barrel of the weapon. He would not allow himself to die without a fight. He was a Jedi; he would die like a Jedi.
"I'm sorry I failed you Master," he murmured as he summoned all his strength and whirled around while igniting his lightsaber. His sprained ankle was unable to support all of his weight since his other leg had been broken. He lost his balance, falling toward the guard who aimed his blaster at him. Then he heard the sound of a blaster firing...
*****************
"Obi-Wan wake up," Qui-Gon told the sleeping child. He and Mace had found the child on the grass in The Room of a Thousand Fountains. Cyjeon rested on Obi-Wan's chest. The tall Master who crouched beside the boy wondered how the tiny creature could stay on top of the youngster as he thrashed back and forth. "Obi-Wan, wake up, it's ok. It's just a dream."
Suddenly the boy yelled, "Master!" He sat up breathing heavily; his eyes wide open as he looked around. Finally his eyes came to rest on Qui-Gon and then he looked up at Mace Windu who stood behind him.
"You're safe Obi-Wan, it was just a dream," Qui-Gon assured him.
The youngster closed his eyes and took a deep breath unconsciously releasing his fears into the Force. The two Masters looked at one another as they recognized his use of the Force.
"Obi-Wan," Mace said as he crouched down beside the boy too. "What did you dream?"
"I... don't know. I was trying to get away from these men who were chasing me. My leg was broken so I hid behind some rocks."
"Where was your Master?" Mace prodded.
"I don't know. We were separated. I couldn't sense him in the Force. I was terrified. I didn't know how to help him. The men, who were chasing me, found me. One of them had... had a blaster pointed at my head. He... he fired it just as I woke up."
Mace and Qui-Gon shared another glance as Obi-Wan gently picked Cyjeon up from the ground where he fell when the boy sat up. He sat the tiny creature on his leg and gently rubbed his index finger back and forth over his back.
"Obi-Wan, it was just a dream, no one here is trying to kill you," Qui-Gon told him.
"We were wondering if you would like to come with us to the training rooms. Master Qui-Gon told me that you were able to do the first form. If you don't mind I'd like to see what other forms and katas you remember. I believe your friends are there now. Perhaps we could ask them to demonstrate them for you and you can see if you recognize them."
"Alright," Obi-Wan nodded slipping Cyjeon back into his pocket. Maybe watching his so called friends doing the exercises would help to keep his mind off the dream. He had had it before, although at the time he had thought it was just a stupid dream that meant nothing. Now he realized that it was something that happened in his past or maybe it was a vision of the future.
****************
Mace Windu watched Obi-Wan flawlessly perform the seventh kata. Garen had not even finished demonstrating it when Obi-Wan stood up and began to perform the movements. He was glad that the youngster was remembering his past. Perhaps he will recollect enough that he can stay in the Temple and continue his training.
Mace was surprised that Obi-Wan's movements were smooth. They were not the typical movements of a Jedi who had been out of practice for many months.
"Obi-Wan, you can stop now," Mace told him as he and Qui-Gon sat on the nearby bleachers. The thirteen year old stopped and glanced at Mace and then Qui-Gon before nodding his head. Mace could sense that Obi-Wan hesitated as if he had done something wrong.
"Obi-Wan, you did very well," Qui-Gon said assured him.
"Yes, although it's odd that you showed no signs of not practicing the katas in a while," Mace commented.
"I did practice them Sir. I didn't know what they were but I did them in the gardens when I couldn't sleep at night. They helped me to keep warm when it was cold and I couldn't find a place to seek shelter," the boy explained.
Mace nodded. "What about your skills with a lightsaber?"
"I don't have a lightsaber Sir, but once I fought this kid who tried to take some food that a nice old lady had given me. He tripped me and grabbed a large tree branch and tried to hit me with it. I saw another tree branch on the ground about a meter away. I wished I had it in my hand and suddenly it was there. I used it to block his blow. I got up and we fought with the branches until his broke and he ran away." Obi-Wan noticed that the three initiates and two Masters listened intently to his story.
Mace and Qui-Gon shared a look as the teenager finished his narrative. Mace rose and pulled out his lightsaber. Lowering the setting to the minimum he said, "Show me. Garen, give him your lightsaber."
Garen, surprised by Mace's words, hesitated for a moment before he handed the weapon to his friend.
The Council member watched as Obi-Wan took a moment to look the weapon over. Without warning Mace ignited his weapon and swung at the youngster. He was ready to pull away so as not to hit the child's shoulder when his purple blade met with the resistance of Garen's green blade.
Obi-Wan took the offensive and thrust at Mace who easily met the training saber with a crackle of light and sound.
"Very good, you defended yourself instinctively. But you struck out at me with some anger. Remember, anger leads to the dark side." Obi-Wan nodded but did not reply as the dark skinned man disengaged his weapon. After a momentary hesitation the Padawan did the same before handing it back to Garen.
"Obi-Wan, you should take it easy for the rest of the day and make sure you're well rested for your tests tomorrow. Perhaps Master Qui-Gon could teach you how to meditate."
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea," Qui-Gon agreed.
Mace nodded at the longhaired man who now stood beside him. Placing his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, he said, "I'll see you tomorrow for the tests." Obi-Wan nodded his head and Mace left the training room.
"Thank you for your help," Qui-Gon told Garen, Reeft, and Bant as he placed a hand on Obi-Wan's back and guided him out of the room.
**********************
Obi-Wan sat on the couch in Qui-Gon's apartment while the Jedi Master rummaged through his sleep room searching for something. It sounded as if the older man was destroying the entire room to find whatever he was looking for.
Obi-Wan thought about the exercises that he did to keep warm on Luzick. He had no idea that they were Jedi Katas and forms. He had also surprised himself when Master Windu dueled against him when he had only Garen's lightsaber. He thought the dark skinned Master would easily defeat him and give him numerous burns but he hadn't. Obi-Wan was able to deflect his blow and had even struck out at him in an attempt to protect himself. He tried to attack his opponent before Mace could get a chance to assail again. He was not aware that he had assaulted him in anger.
After Master Qui-Gon had prepared tea for them he had tried to teach Obi- Wan how to meditate. But the boy could not find his center. He was unable to stop the thoughts of the day's events from swirling through his mind like a Tatooine sand storm.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as he exited his sleep room and sat down on the couch beside the youngster. "I need to speak with you."
Obi-Wan looked down at his lap. He assumed Qui-Gon would want to discuss what had happened in the training rooms a couple of hours ago. "I'm sorry about what happened in the training room. I had no idea..."
"Obi-Wan, this is not about what happened earlier. You did very well actually. The Council was going to find you a foster family on Coruscant to stay with. Since you did so well in the training rooms and since it's obvious that you are remembering things I think that we won't have to worry about that happening," Qui-Gon told him. "In fact there's something that I would like to ask you."
Obi-Wan looked up into the man's sparkling sapphire blue eyes and wondered what he was about to ask, that put him in such a good mood.
"I know that you're unsure of yourself and your Jedi abilities, but I think I can help you. I can teach you how to meditate and find your center. I can show you how to release your anger and fight defensively to save your life and the lives of others instead of fighting in anger. Obi-Wan Kenobi, will you be my Padawan learner?"
Obi-Wan could not stop a smile from forming on his face. He had thought he would receive a lecture. He had not expected an invitation to be this man's student. "Yes," he answered without hesitation.
Qui-Gon smiled. Obi-Wan could not remember ever seeing the man smile. "We must inform the Council and of course they have to approve it, but I doubt they will disagree. I must go see a friend. I think I might have left something in her apartment. You should go to bed; you have a big day tomorrow. After your test we'll discuss with the Council your becoming my Padawan."
Obi-Wan nodded and went into his sleep room to prepare for bed.
*********************
"Qui-Gon, it sounds like you're making a mess. What are you looking for?" Tahl questioned her friend. The sounds of metal clanging against metal filled the room. She could imagine the man taking all of his most valuable trinkets out of the storage box. Most likely the objects now cluttered the carpet of the extra sleep room. She used the empty space as a storage area since she did not have a Padawan.
"I'm looking for something very special that I want to give to Obi-Wan. It's the river stone that I found in the River of Light on my home planet. I want to give it to Obi-Wan as a belated thirteenth birthday present."
"Qui-Gon, why would you give it to him for his..." she paused mid sentence. "Did you ask him?"
"Yes," Qui-Gon could not help but smile. "I asked him to be my Padawan and he accepted."
"Qui-Gon Jinn, aren't you rushing into something that you should not. You don't even know if he will be allowed to stay in the Temple for much longer let alone be your Padawan," Tahl disagreed.
"The Force brought him to me, I know it. I've ignored the will of the Force before; I will not do it again. The boy is destined for greatness."
"Was Qui-Gon, he was destined for greatness before he lost his memory."
"But he's already remembering things. He doesn't realize that they're memories but they are. He was able to do most of the forms and up to the seventh kata before Mace stopped him. Then Mace swung his lightsaber at him and Obi-Wan was able to block the blow and protect himself."
"That's good, but I think you should wait. You're getting too attached to him and the Council still might not let him stay."
"I don't think that will happen, Tahl. Ah here it is. It's just as I remember it," Qui-Gon said running his finger over the smooth surface of the black stone.
*********************
"I'm sorry I failed you Master," he murmured as he summoned all his strength and whirled around while igniting his lightsaber. His sprained ankle could not support all of his weight since his other leg had been broken. He lost his balance, falling toward the guard who aimed his blaster at him. Then he heard the sound of blaster fire and felt a searing pain in his shoulder. It felt as if an angry Wookiee had torn off his arm. He collided with the man who had just shot him and the blue blade of his lightsaber sunk deeply into the man's chest.
Shock was the last expression the shooter's face would ever show as his lifeless body slumped to the ground with Obi-Wan falling in a heap on top of him. He knew that his shoulder wound, despite the agonizing pain, was not life threatening. He assumed, though, that the woman behind him who had screamed as her friend was killed would most likely prove life threatening. Obi-Wan turned to see the teary eyed woman looking from him to the dead man.
The woman said something in a language that Obi-Wan could not understand as more soldiers hurried from behind her to see what was happening. "You killed Leader Chandlish," one of them shouted. "Your Master is dead because you ran from us boy. But you will stand trial for the murder of Leader Chandlish."
Hands roughly grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. It was not murder but if he had not killed the leader, he would be the one lying in a heap on the ground. However, since learning that his Master was really dead he did not care what they did to him. He no longer had the strength to save himself.
"Master," Obi-Wan whispered as he opened his eyes. His breaths came in quick harsh gasps as he tried to calm himself. As he looked around he noticed that he was in the extra bedroom in Master Qui-Gon Jinn's apartment. With a sigh he realized that he was safe. It was just another dream.
Obi-Wan could not get the man's words out of his head. He claimed that it was his fault that his Master was dead just like the white haired boy had said in the hall. Was he really the cause of Master Oxane's death? If he was, how could he allow Qui-Gon to become his Master? The man had helped him when no one else would. He could not allow himself to be the cause of another man's death. He could stay and ignore both the dream and white- haired boy. But what would Qui-Gon think of him when the team Master Yoda sent to investigate the events on Phindar discovered that it was his fault that his Master had died?
He stared out the window at the traffic that flew through the skies even before sunrise. The planet was large with many people, more than all the other planets he had spent time on since losing his memory. He wondered if he could find a job here on this planet.
Slowly he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Just as slowly and quietly he began to dress. After slipping his boots on he put Cyjeon into his pants pocket and stepped out into the sitting area of Qui- Gon's apartment.
He surveyed the darkened area and crept toward the door of the Jedi Master's sleep room. He could hear the steady snores coming from the other side of the door that was ajar. He assumed that the man had set the door that way so he could hear if Obi-Wan needed anything.
"I'm sorry Qui-Gon," the young man whispered as he turned and without looking back, he walked out of the apartment.
To be continued...