Chapter Seven
Rays of sunlight bathed the sparsely decorated room with light and warmth. Qui-Gon Jinn stepped stealthily out of the fresher and into his sunlit sleep room. His hair was still damp and graying strands of hair clung to the side of his head.
The Jedi Master crossed the floor to his sleep couch, sat down on the edge and began to pull his boots on. He picked up the river stone he had placed on the end table the night before.
Qui-Gon idly ran his finger back and forth over the smooth surface of the stone. He could not help but wonder if Obi-Wan would like it as a gift. He realized that the river stone was not the typical present a Master normally gave a Padawan for their thirteenth birthday, but he felt a strange special connection to the rock and thought it would be an excellent present for the boy. Especially since Qui-Gon had felt a special connection to the young boy.
With a sigh he decided that he had left Obi-Wan asleep long enough. The lad was dead to the world when Qui-Gon had returned from Tahl's apartment. When he woke, Qui-Gon determined that he would clean up and allow the youngster to continue sleeping while he finished dressing. He hoped a little extra slumber would help ensure that Obi-Wan was well rested for the tests that Mace had planned for him today.
Qui-Gon sauntered out of his sleep room, "Obi-Wan," he called, "It's time to wake. There's much to do today."
When he did not receive an answer he called on the Force intending to make sure that the boy was all right. When he did not sense a presence in the room, he opened the door and walked in. The room was empty. The blankets were neatly pulled up over the pillows, just as it was before Obi-Wan had come to stay in the room. There were no visible signs that anyone had slept in the room other than the fresh tunics that hung in the closet. Qui-Gon suddenly felt the Force swirl around him and instantly realized that it was important that he find the boy immediately.
Qui-Gon exited the boy's room pulling his cloak on and left his apartment to find Obi-Wan. He suspected that the lad was at the cafeteria eating or in the Room of A Thousand Fountains, letting Cyjeon frolic in the vast foliage found there.
He first checked the cafeteria, and then the training rooms where Obi-Wan had performed the katas and forms since it was closer to the cafeteria. He thought that perhaps the boy might have wanted to continue his usual practice of exercising in the morning. The youngster, however, was not there. Qui-Gon was sure that he would find him in The Room of A Thousand Fountains, but he was not there either.
Qui-Gon could not find Obi-Wan anywhere in the Temple. He had checked the cafeteria, the training rooms, The Room of A Thousand Fountains, and his apartment at least three times. He checked all the other rooms in the Temple once or twice and was becoming very worried. It was almost time for the tests that Mace had planned for the teenager.
As he strode from a lift tube on the tenth level, he nearly ran into Mace Windu on his way to the classroom to prepare Obi-Wan's tests.
"Qui-Gon, are you ready for Obi-Wan's tests?" he asked.
"I've been looking for him. He was not in the apartment when I awoke this morning. I thought he was in The Room of A Thousand Fountains with his pet, but he wasn't there either. I can't find him anywhere in the Temple," Qui- Gon explained as he and Mace stood in the hall just outside the lift tube.
The lift tube doors slid open again and Master Ali-Alann and a group of young initiates poured into the hall and began to walk toward one of the training rooms.
"Hello Masters Windu and Jinn," the man said.
"Hello," Mace answered as Qui-Gon nodded his head at the man.
"Have you seen Obi-Wan Kenobi today?" Mace asked.
"No, I heard that he had returned from the dead so to speak, but I have not actually seen him since before he left on his last mission," Ali-Alann replied.
Mace nodded and turned to Qui-Gon as the other man walked down the hall with the children. "Don't worry, we'll find him," Mace tried to reassure the man beside him. Qui-Gon nodded idly as he watched the children walk past him. Some children greeted them with a giggle as they walked by. One of the kids, he noticed, was the same young girl that Obi-Wan had taught how to do the first form. He did not pay much attention to her until he saw her take something very familiar out of her tunic pants.
"Wait, Master Ali-Alann," Qui-Gon called after the crèche Master. "I need to speak with Initiate Élan," the Jedi Master said when the man turned to face him.
The young girl turned to look at him. He could sense her curiosity, her wondering why Master Jinn would want to speak to her? Qui-Gon slowly squatted in front of the young girl. "Élan, my name is Qui-Gon Jinn. Can you tell me about your little friend?" he asked indicating the tiny creature in her hand with a nod of his head.
"He's Cyjeon. Obi-Wan gave him to me," the girl smiled.
"This is very important Élan, where did you see Obi-Wan? I need to find him."
Élan looked down at Cyjeon, then up at Master Ali-Alann who had walked toward them, before looking back at Qui-Gon. "Is he in trouble?" she asked.
"I think he may need my help," Qui-Gon told her.
Élan looked at him and hesitatingly replied, "I saw him in The Room of A Thousand Fountains this morning. He told me he was going away for a long time and could not take Cyjeon with him. He said there would be no grass for him and he asked me to take care of his friend for him."
Qui-Gon felt his heart sink as he finally allowed himself to accept what had been gnawing at him since he first discovered the boy was not in his apartment. "Thank you for your help, I'm sure you will take good care of Cyjeon while Obi-Wan is away."
"Qui-Gon," Mace interrupted.
Qui-Gon stood up to look at Mace, as Élan and the rest of the initiates continued their trek down the corridor toward one of the training rooms. Qui-Gon could see in Mace's eyes that he had arrived at the same conclusion he had, "Obi-Wan has ran away."
He was tired, his feet felt as if they were on fire. He had walked the streets of Coruscant for hours without rest. He thought it would be easier to find a job now that he knew his name. Although in the last six hours or more of searching he had not found one. Obi-Wan yawned as he entered a diner hoping to sit for a minute.
He began to think that leaving the Temple was wrong. He should have stayed there and waited until they sent him away to the foster home, at least he would have a roof over his head.
"Can I help you?" the mechanical voice of a droid waitress asked as he entered the diner.
"Can I speak with the owner please?" he asked.
"Dex, there's a kid here to see you. He's a Jedi by the look of him." Obi- Wan groaned at the droid's observation and sat down in the empty booth that the droid had indicated with a wave of her hand. Closing his eyes, he vowed that when he found a job the first thing he would do when he was paid was buy new clothing then cut and burn the braid in his hair along with his Jedi tunics.
As he sat in the booth, he noticed that most of the beings in the diner kept looking at him. He saw Arconas, Dugs, Mon Calamari, Whiphids, Rodians, a Chadra Fan and other species that he didn't recognize. "Here you are honey, a fresh cup of Jawa juice," the droid said returning to the booth where he sat a few minutes later. She placed the cup on the table in front of him.
Obi-Wan looked at the sweet smelling liquid in the glass. He was very thirsty. His lips and throat were so dry he thought they would fall off. "I don't have any credits," Obi-Wan told her.
"Drink it Jedi. You look like you need something a little stronger, but I don't think that would be fitting for such a young Jedi," A large being with four arms said. He wore a greasy t-shirt that appeared several sizes too small. He had on an ordinary pair of pants and an even greasier apron around his waist.
Obi-Wan quickly took a sip. The juice tasted as good as it smelled. He suspected that anything would taste good to him at that moment.
"Now what do you need to speak with me about Jedi?"
"You're the owner?" Obi-Wan questioned as the large Besalisk squeezed into the seat across from him. He had never seen a being like him before but he had read about them on Luzick. He suddenly felt uncomfortable. The being could crush him easily if he wanted to.
"Yes, I'm Dexter Jettster. Who are you Jedi?" he asked.
"I'm... I'm Ben, Ben Kenobi," he stammered taking a deep breath. "I'm not a Jedi any more."
"Well, what can I do for you Ben?" Dexter asked.
"I'm looking for work. I'm a hard worker; I don't need much pay just enough money for a place to stay. I'll do anything you want me to do."
Dexter stared at Obi-Wan. He studied him intently as he decided whether to give him a job. Then he finally said, "Well, I don't need any help. I have enough droids and employees already."
"Please Sir; I've been walking around looking for work since before sunrise. Can you at least tell me where I can get a job?"
"Why are you looking for work in Coco Town? This decaying industrial area is no place for kids. You're just a boy, Ben. It's illegal to hire children to work. I don't need any trouble. I run an honest business now."
"I'm thirteen years old. I'm not a boy anymore," Obi-Wan told him.
"Well thirteen," Dex smiled. "And what do you know of working in a kitchen or a restaurant?"
"I don't know anything Sir, but I'm a fast learner. I can clean floors. I once had to clean the entire cafeteria at the Temple after accidentally starting a food fight."
"Accidentally?" Dexter asked. He began to laugh causing the table to shake with his mirth. "How do you accidentally start a food fight?"
"I...I don't remember exactly," Obi-Wan admitted. He remembered him and his friends laughing and enjoying them selves before Master Mace Windu put a stop to their fun. "I didn't start it on purpose. I wouldn't do that here if that's what you're worried about."
"I'm not worried about that Ben," Dexter assured him.
"Mr. Jettster..."
"You can call me Dex," the large being interrupted him. "You can clean the dishes in the kitchen until I get the cleaning droid repaired."
"Thank you, Mr.... Dex," Obi-Wan grinned.
"...he's thirteen years old, blue/green eyes, reddish/brown hair. He has a braid behind his right ear. He was wearing characteristic Jedi tunics," Qui- Gon told one of the security officers. This was fourth hangar he had checked since beginning his search for Obi-Wan outside of the Temple.
"I'm sorry sir. I haven't seen anyone matching that description. You're the only Jedi I've seen all day. I will let you know if I see anyone matching his description and I will also let the other security officers know to watch for the boy," the tall thin man told him.
"Thank you," Qui-Gon nodded and hurried toward the exit.
"Qui-Gon," Adi Gallia called as he exited the building. "Did you find anything?"
"No, no one has seen anybody matching his description."
"Did he say anything at all to you?" Adi asked.
"No, I was confident that the Council would allow him to stay at the Temple because he had started to remember things. I asked him to be my Padawan and he accepted. He must have become frightened. When I first found him, he was scared of almost everything. He had finally started to trust me, or I thought he did."
"Can you blame him?" Adi looked up at him. "A thirteen year old wakes up one day not knowing who he is, where he belongs, or anything else about himself. It's understandable that he's afraid."
"I should have expected this. I should have reassured him that every thing would be alright no matter how well he did on the tests."
"Qui-Gon, it's not your fault. You could not have foreseen his running away. We'll find him," she assured him.
Qui-Gon nodded and started off in the direction of the next hangar that he needed to check. He knew deep down that, there was no way he could have known what Obi-Wan was planning. But, he couldn't help but feel that he should have done something to prevent the boy's leaving.
He kept thinking about his conversation with Master Yoda two years ago before when he left the Order. "Grave consequences to Initiate Kenobi if change your mind you do not." He could not help but wonder if all the tragedies that the boy had had to face over the last six months could have been prevented if he had listened to Yoda, as well as everyone else, who told him that he should not leave.
The sound of Qui-Gon's comlink buzzing interrupted his thoughts. "Qui-Gon here," he said hoping that someone found the youngster.
"Qui-Gon, it's Mace. Meet me at the medical facilities on the upper South level."
"Is it Obi-Wan?"
"I don't know for certain," the Councilman responded. His voice sounded somber to Qui-Gon. "A boy matching his description was brought there. He was involved in a speeder accident just after leaving a restaurant near Coco Town."
"I'm on my way," Qui-Gon said glancing at Adi who had been walking with him.
"I have a speeder parked near by," she told him. Qui-Gon again nodded and followed the Councilwoman.
Qui-Gon could not find his calm center as Adi stopped just outside of the medical center. He could feel his heart race as he and Adi hopped out of the speeder and hurried toward the entrance of the building.
Mace Windu rushed in behind them, "Qui-Gon, Adi," he called.
"Mace," Qui-Gon greeted.
"They told me he's in the morgue," Mace said glancing at Adi then Qui-Gon.
"The Morgue!" Qui-Gon exclaimed as his heart began to thunder in his chest like the hooves of a Puzzaline clomping over the Alderaan grass.
Qui-Gon followed Mace and Adi numbly down to the bottom floor of the medical facilities.
"Did they say if the boy had a braid?" Adi inquired.
"They said that the boy was badly injured. Some of his hair was severed in the crash; it's possible that if he had a braid it was also severed."
With each step that brought him closer to the morgue and the possible body of his Padawan, Qui-Gon found it harder and harder to concentrate on anything except Yoda's words that replayed repeatedly in his mind. "Grave consequences to Initiate Kenobi if change your mind you do not."
"Qui-Gon... Qui-Gon, do you want to wait out here?" Mace asked for the second time as the longhaired man finally acknowledged him.
"No, I need to see for my self," Qui-Gon said softly as he entered the cool room. Ignoring an attendant that had turned to see who had entered the morgue, he walked to a table a meter away from the door and closed his eyes at what he saw on the table.
To be continued...
Rays of sunlight bathed the sparsely decorated room with light and warmth. Qui-Gon Jinn stepped stealthily out of the fresher and into his sunlit sleep room. His hair was still damp and graying strands of hair clung to the side of his head.
The Jedi Master crossed the floor to his sleep couch, sat down on the edge and began to pull his boots on. He picked up the river stone he had placed on the end table the night before.
Qui-Gon idly ran his finger back and forth over the smooth surface of the stone. He could not help but wonder if Obi-Wan would like it as a gift. He realized that the river stone was not the typical present a Master normally gave a Padawan for their thirteenth birthday, but he felt a strange special connection to the rock and thought it would be an excellent present for the boy. Especially since Qui-Gon had felt a special connection to the young boy.
With a sigh he decided that he had left Obi-Wan asleep long enough. The lad was dead to the world when Qui-Gon had returned from Tahl's apartment. When he woke, Qui-Gon determined that he would clean up and allow the youngster to continue sleeping while he finished dressing. He hoped a little extra slumber would help ensure that Obi-Wan was well rested for the tests that Mace had planned for him today.
Qui-Gon sauntered out of his sleep room, "Obi-Wan," he called, "It's time to wake. There's much to do today."
When he did not receive an answer he called on the Force intending to make sure that the boy was all right. When he did not sense a presence in the room, he opened the door and walked in. The room was empty. The blankets were neatly pulled up over the pillows, just as it was before Obi-Wan had come to stay in the room. There were no visible signs that anyone had slept in the room other than the fresh tunics that hung in the closet. Qui-Gon suddenly felt the Force swirl around him and instantly realized that it was important that he find the boy immediately.
Qui-Gon exited the boy's room pulling his cloak on and left his apartment to find Obi-Wan. He suspected that the lad was at the cafeteria eating or in the Room of A Thousand Fountains, letting Cyjeon frolic in the vast foliage found there.
He first checked the cafeteria, and then the training rooms where Obi-Wan had performed the katas and forms since it was closer to the cafeteria. He thought that perhaps the boy might have wanted to continue his usual practice of exercising in the morning. The youngster, however, was not there. Qui-Gon was sure that he would find him in The Room of A Thousand Fountains, but he was not there either.
Qui-Gon could not find Obi-Wan anywhere in the Temple. He had checked the cafeteria, the training rooms, The Room of A Thousand Fountains, and his apartment at least three times. He checked all the other rooms in the Temple once or twice and was becoming very worried. It was almost time for the tests that Mace had planned for the teenager.
As he strode from a lift tube on the tenth level, he nearly ran into Mace Windu on his way to the classroom to prepare Obi-Wan's tests.
"Qui-Gon, are you ready for Obi-Wan's tests?" he asked.
"I've been looking for him. He was not in the apartment when I awoke this morning. I thought he was in The Room of A Thousand Fountains with his pet, but he wasn't there either. I can't find him anywhere in the Temple," Qui- Gon explained as he and Mace stood in the hall just outside the lift tube.
The lift tube doors slid open again and Master Ali-Alann and a group of young initiates poured into the hall and began to walk toward one of the training rooms.
"Hello Masters Windu and Jinn," the man said.
"Hello," Mace answered as Qui-Gon nodded his head at the man.
"Have you seen Obi-Wan Kenobi today?" Mace asked.
"No, I heard that he had returned from the dead so to speak, but I have not actually seen him since before he left on his last mission," Ali-Alann replied.
Mace nodded and turned to Qui-Gon as the other man walked down the hall with the children. "Don't worry, we'll find him," Mace tried to reassure the man beside him. Qui-Gon nodded idly as he watched the children walk past him. Some children greeted them with a giggle as they walked by. One of the kids, he noticed, was the same young girl that Obi-Wan had taught how to do the first form. He did not pay much attention to her until he saw her take something very familiar out of her tunic pants.
"Wait, Master Ali-Alann," Qui-Gon called after the crèche Master. "I need to speak with Initiate Élan," the Jedi Master said when the man turned to face him.
The young girl turned to look at him. He could sense her curiosity, her wondering why Master Jinn would want to speak to her? Qui-Gon slowly squatted in front of the young girl. "Élan, my name is Qui-Gon Jinn. Can you tell me about your little friend?" he asked indicating the tiny creature in her hand with a nod of his head.
"He's Cyjeon. Obi-Wan gave him to me," the girl smiled.
"This is very important Élan, where did you see Obi-Wan? I need to find him."
Élan looked down at Cyjeon, then up at Master Ali-Alann who had walked toward them, before looking back at Qui-Gon. "Is he in trouble?" she asked.
"I think he may need my help," Qui-Gon told her.
Élan looked at him and hesitatingly replied, "I saw him in The Room of A Thousand Fountains this morning. He told me he was going away for a long time and could not take Cyjeon with him. He said there would be no grass for him and he asked me to take care of his friend for him."
Qui-Gon felt his heart sink as he finally allowed himself to accept what had been gnawing at him since he first discovered the boy was not in his apartment. "Thank you for your help, I'm sure you will take good care of Cyjeon while Obi-Wan is away."
"Qui-Gon," Mace interrupted.
Qui-Gon stood up to look at Mace, as Élan and the rest of the initiates continued their trek down the corridor toward one of the training rooms. Qui-Gon could see in Mace's eyes that he had arrived at the same conclusion he had, "Obi-Wan has ran away."
He was tired, his feet felt as if they were on fire. He had walked the streets of Coruscant for hours without rest. He thought it would be easier to find a job now that he knew his name. Although in the last six hours or more of searching he had not found one. Obi-Wan yawned as he entered a diner hoping to sit for a minute.
He began to think that leaving the Temple was wrong. He should have stayed there and waited until they sent him away to the foster home, at least he would have a roof over his head.
"Can I help you?" the mechanical voice of a droid waitress asked as he entered the diner.
"Can I speak with the owner please?" he asked.
"Dex, there's a kid here to see you. He's a Jedi by the look of him." Obi- Wan groaned at the droid's observation and sat down in the empty booth that the droid had indicated with a wave of her hand. Closing his eyes, he vowed that when he found a job the first thing he would do when he was paid was buy new clothing then cut and burn the braid in his hair along with his Jedi tunics.
As he sat in the booth, he noticed that most of the beings in the diner kept looking at him. He saw Arconas, Dugs, Mon Calamari, Whiphids, Rodians, a Chadra Fan and other species that he didn't recognize. "Here you are honey, a fresh cup of Jawa juice," the droid said returning to the booth where he sat a few minutes later. She placed the cup on the table in front of him.
Obi-Wan looked at the sweet smelling liquid in the glass. He was very thirsty. His lips and throat were so dry he thought they would fall off. "I don't have any credits," Obi-Wan told her.
"Drink it Jedi. You look like you need something a little stronger, but I don't think that would be fitting for such a young Jedi," A large being with four arms said. He wore a greasy t-shirt that appeared several sizes too small. He had on an ordinary pair of pants and an even greasier apron around his waist.
Obi-Wan quickly took a sip. The juice tasted as good as it smelled. He suspected that anything would taste good to him at that moment.
"Now what do you need to speak with me about Jedi?"
"You're the owner?" Obi-Wan questioned as the large Besalisk squeezed into the seat across from him. He had never seen a being like him before but he had read about them on Luzick. He suddenly felt uncomfortable. The being could crush him easily if he wanted to.
"Yes, I'm Dexter Jettster. Who are you Jedi?" he asked.
"I'm... I'm Ben, Ben Kenobi," he stammered taking a deep breath. "I'm not a Jedi any more."
"Well, what can I do for you Ben?" Dexter asked.
"I'm looking for work. I'm a hard worker; I don't need much pay just enough money for a place to stay. I'll do anything you want me to do."
Dexter stared at Obi-Wan. He studied him intently as he decided whether to give him a job. Then he finally said, "Well, I don't need any help. I have enough droids and employees already."
"Please Sir; I've been walking around looking for work since before sunrise. Can you at least tell me where I can get a job?"
"Why are you looking for work in Coco Town? This decaying industrial area is no place for kids. You're just a boy, Ben. It's illegal to hire children to work. I don't need any trouble. I run an honest business now."
"I'm thirteen years old. I'm not a boy anymore," Obi-Wan told him.
"Well thirteen," Dex smiled. "And what do you know of working in a kitchen or a restaurant?"
"I don't know anything Sir, but I'm a fast learner. I can clean floors. I once had to clean the entire cafeteria at the Temple after accidentally starting a food fight."
"Accidentally?" Dexter asked. He began to laugh causing the table to shake with his mirth. "How do you accidentally start a food fight?"
"I...I don't remember exactly," Obi-Wan admitted. He remembered him and his friends laughing and enjoying them selves before Master Mace Windu put a stop to their fun. "I didn't start it on purpose. I wouldn't do that here if that's what you're worried about."
"I'm not worried about that Ben," Dexter assured him.
"Mr. Jettster..."
"You can call me Dex," the large being interrupted him. "You can clean the dishes in the kitchen until I get the cleaning droid repaired."
"Thank you, Mr.... Dex," Obi-Wan grinned.
"...he's thirteen years old, blue/green eyes, reddish/brown hair. He has a braid behind his right ear. He was wearing characteristic Jedi tunics," Qui- Gon told one of the security officers. This was fourth hangar he had checked since beginning his search for Obi-Wan outside of the Temple.
"I'm sorry sir. I haven't seen anyone matching that description. You're the only Jedi I've seen all day. I will let you know if I see anyone matching his description and I will also let the other security officers know to watch for the boy," the tall thin man told him.
"Thank you," Qui-Gon nodded and hurried toward the exit.
"Qui-Gon," Adi Gallia called as he exited the building. "Did you find anything?"
"No, no one has seen anybody matching his description."
"Did he say anything at all to you?" Adi asked.
"No, I was confident that the Council would allow him to stay at the Temple because he had started to remember things. I asked him to be my Padawan and he accepted. He must have become frightened. When I first found him, he was scared of almost everything. He had finally started to trust me, or I thought he did."
"Can you blame him?" Adi looked up at him. "A thirteen year old wakes up one day not knowing who he is, where he belongs, or anything else about himself. It's understandable that he's afraid."
"I should have expected this. I should have reassured him that every thing would be alright no matter how well he did on the tests."
"Qui-Gon, it's not your fault. You could not have foreseen his running away. We'll find him," she assured him.
Qui-Gon nodded and started off in the direction of the next hangar that he needed to check. He knew deep down that, there was no way he could have known what Obi-Wan was planning. But, he couldn't help but feel that he should have done something to prevent the boy's leaving.
He kept thinking about his conversation with Master Yoda two years ago before when he left the Order. "Grave consequences to Initiate Kenobi if change your mind you do not." He could not help but wonder if all the tragedies that the boy had had to face over the last six months could have been prevented if he had listened to Yoda, as well as everyone else, who told him that he should not leave.
The sound of Qui-Gon's comlink buzzing interrupted his thoughts. "Qui-Gon here," he said hoping that someone found the youngster.
"Qui-Gon, it's Mace. Meet me at the medical facilities on the upper South level."
"Is it Obi-Wan?"
"I don't know for certain," the Councilman responded. His voice sounded somber to Qui-Gon. "A boy matching his description was brought there. He was involved in a speeder accident just after leaving a restaurant near Coco Town."
"I'm on my way," Qui-Gon said glancing at Adi who had been walking with him.
"I have a speeder parked near by," she told him. Qui-Gon again nodded and followed the Councilwoman.
Qui-Gon could not find his calm center as Adi stopped just outside of the medical center. He could feel his heart race as he and Adi hopped out of the speeder and hurried toward the entrance of the building.
Mace Windu rushed in behind them, "Qui-Gon, Adi," he called.
"Mace," Qui-Gon greeted.
"They told me he's in the morgue," Mace said glancing at Adi then Qui-Gon.
"The Morgue!" Qui-Gon exclaimed as his heart began to thunder in his chest like the hooves of a Puzzaline clomping over the Alderaan grass.
Qui-Gon followed Mace and Adi numbly down to the bottom floor of the medical facilities.
"Did they say if the boy had a braid?" Adi inquired.
"They said that the boy was badly injured. Some of his hair was severed in the crash; it's possible that if he had a braid it was also severed."
With each step that brought him closer to the morgue and the possible body of his Padawan, Qui-Gon found it harder and harder to concentrate on anything except Yoda's words that replayed repeatedly in his mind. "Grave consequences to Initiate Kenobi if change your mind you do not."
"Qui-Gon... Qui-Gon, do you want to wait out here?" Mace asked for the second time as the longhaired man finally acknowledged him.
"No, I need to see for my self," Qui-Gon said softly as he entered the cool room. Ignoring an attendant that had turned to see who had entered the morgue, he walked to a table a meter away from the door and closed his eyes at what he saw on the table.
To be continued...