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Chap 2
There was a place Obi-Wan had found once, a tiny nook inside of the far
garden's stone walls. Granted, it was easier to find when you're only three feet
tall and the world is not covered in snow, but after a brief period of stumbling
through the gardens, he'd found it. It was low to the ground, lower than he'd
remembered. Stifling another gasp of pain, Obi-Wan struggled to fit himself
inside the crevasse. At last!
Tucking himself into a small ball, his free hand found his wound. He sniffled, the
tears burning his cold cheeks. His fingers touched the cauterized wound and the
strange burnt tendrils of bleeding skin around it. The pain was fading now,
perhaps with the cold. In his little sanctuary, Obi-Wan Kenobi cried, alone.
Inside the temple, word of the accident spread like wildfire. In fact, it was the first
thing Bant heard when she stepped off the landing pad of the temple. She raced
to Qui-Gon's quarters, and found the man in there with Master Mace Windu and
Master Yoda. She swallowed, and entered slowly, listening.
"I don't know where he is, masters. He has been shielding himself from me for
several weeks now, and I cannot pick up on his force signature-" Qui-Gon was
saying. Bant's brow furrowed. Why was Obi-Wan shielding? Normally the
padawan was very open with his master.
"Odd behievor, your padawan has been showing. Spoke to him about last night,
did you?" Yoda asked.
"I… I just told him I was disappointed in him, and wanted part of his punishment
to be a tough spar."
"Asked for his side of the story, did you?"
"He denied involvement. I wanted to work him for his behavior first."
"And did you sense he was lying?"
"No, master, as I said, he was shielding-"
"Hmm…" Yoda murmured. "What do you think, padawan Bant?"
Bant jumped, startled by Yoda's voice addressing her. Timidly, she stepped out
from the shadows. Three sets of eyes rested on her shimmering skin. She
swallowed.
"I… heard about what you said Obi-Wan did. I just… can't see him breaking
something like that for petty fun. Masters, it's just not Obi-Wan! And why are you
discussing it now when he's out there, hurt? Master Jinn!" She said with a
wavering voice and tears in her eyes. "Why aren't you helping him? Why don't
you /believe/ him? He trusts you!"
Qui-Gon's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Mace answered instead-
"That's true. We need to find him. Do you know where he might be, Bant?"
She furrowed her brow again, thinking. "I'm not sure, but I can start looking!"
Thus, a horde of jedi and padawan learners flocked through the temple grounds,
searching for a boy who didn't want to be found.
And that boy was teetering in and out of consciousness, his leg resting outside
the cubbyhole, but rapidly being covered but by the falling snow.
*************************
Kinah stood impatiently, twitching and fiddling with her long blond hair.
"About time, Bruck. Took you long enough!" she bickered, flipping her hair over
her shoulder. Bruck approached with a haughty gate, a flock of initiates following
behind.
"They were slow, I was just waiting for them," Bruck answered, waving at the
group behind him. No one countered his accusation.
"Fine. So, we're supposedly going to meet with the masters in an hour, after
searching for Obi-Wan. The whole temple is looking for that moron," Kinah said
to the small arc of people, herself and Bruck in the center. She sighed
dramatically, clicking her tongue.
"I say, we have some fun first!" She said, pointing towards the archives. "It's
always fun to mess with the librarian's head," she decided, and the rest of the
group followed slowly, except for one small blond initiate, who lagged behind,
slower and slower, until the group left without him.
He paused, and then raced out of the room, hugging close to the hallway's wall.
Glancing around, he made his way to the council chambers. Unfortunately, once
he reached his destination, he found the large circular room empty and dark, the
shadows of ships running the length of the smooth floor. The boy's face dropped,
and he slowly turned to make his way out of the chamber.
"Looking for someone, are you?"
The boy froze, his eyes wide.
"Be afraid, you should not be. Doing the right thing, you are," Yoda chided gently
as he hobbled across the floor, emerging from the shadows. The boy turned
slowly, his eyes still wide with fear.
"Come to tell me something, you have?" Yoda questioned, gently tapping the
floor with his gimmer stick. The boy nodded slowly.
"I… master Yoda sir," the boy squeaked, his voice tight with tension, "I'm sorry,
but I- I lied."
"Lied, you say?" The small green Jedi said with no sign of anger in his voice,
"Lied, about padawan Kenobi you did?"
The boy nodded.
"Ah, expect this I did. Another padawan committed this crime, did she not?"
The boy nodded again, shuffling from foot to foot.
"Proof, I had not, until now. The right thing, you have done, like a Jedi." The
child's eyes lit up.
"A jedi thing to do?"
The master snorted.
"Indeed. Now, need to find the boy, we must."
"Um… don't you want to know who did it?" The young initiate asked, confused.
"Know who broke the vase, I already did. Waiting for you to come to me, I was.
Need you to convince a blind master, I do."
More coming, just a little busy right now. - Spaz
Chap 2
There was a place Obi-Wan had found once, a tiny nook inside of the far
garden's stone walls. Granted, it was easier to find when you're only three feet
tall and the world is not covered in snow, but after a brief period of stumbling
through the gardens, he'd found it. It was low to the ground, lower than he'd
remembered. Stifling another gasp of pain, Obi-Wan struggled to fit himself
inside the crevasse. At last!
Tucking himself into a small ball, his free hand found his wound. He sniffled, the
tears burning his cold cheeks. His fingers touched the cauterized wound and the
strange burnt tendrils of bleeding skin around it. The pain was fading now,
perhaps with the cold. In his little sanctuary, Obi-Wan Kenobi cried, alone.
Inside the temple, word of the accident spread like wildfire. In fact, it was the first
thing Bant heard when she stepped off the landing pad of the temple. She raced
to Qui-Gon's quarters, and found the man in there with Master Mace Windu and
Master Yoda. She swallowed, and entered slowly, listening.
"I don't know where he is, masters. He has been shielding himself from me for
several weeks now, and I cannot pick up on his force signature-" Qui-Gon was
saying. Bant's brow furrowed. Why was Obi-Wan shielding? Normally the
padawan was very open with his master.
"Odd behievor, your padawan has been showing. Spoke to him about last night,
did you?" Yoda asked.
"I… I just told him I was disappointed in him, and wanted part of his punishment
to be a tough spar."
"Asked for his side of the story, did you?"
"He denied involvement. I wanted to work him for his behavior first."
"And did you sense he was lying?"
"No, master, as I said, he was shielding-"
"Hmm…" Yoda murmured. "What do you think, padawan Bant?"
Bant jumped, startled by Yoda's voice addressing her. Timidly, she stepped out
from the shadows. Three sets of eyes rested on her shimmering skin. She
swallowed.
"I… heard about what you said Obi-Wan did. I just… can't see him breaking
something like that for petty fun. Masters, it's just not Obi-Wan! And why are you
discussing it now when he's out there, hurt? Master Jinn!" She said with a
wavering voice and tears in her eyes. "Why aren't you helping him? Why don't
you /believe/ him? He trusts you!"
Qui-Gon's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Mace answered instead-
"That's true. We need to find him. Do you know where he might be, Bant?"
She furrowed her brow again, thinking. "I'm not sure, but I can start looking!"
Thus, a horde of jedi and padawan learners flocked through the temple grounds,
searching for a boy who didn't want to be found.
And that boy was teetering in and out of consciousness, his leg resting outside
the cubbyhole, but rapidly being covered but by the falling snow.
*************************
Kinah stood impatiently, twitching and fiddling with her long blond hair.
"About time, Bruck. Took you long enough!" she bickered, flipping her hair over
her shoulder. Bruck approached with a haughty gate, a flock of initiates following
behind.
"They were slow, I was just waiting for them," Bruck answered, waving at the
group behind him. No one countered his accusation.
"Fine. So, we're supposedly going to meet with the masters in an hour, after
searching for Obi-Wan. The whole temple is looking for that moron," Kinah said
to the small arc of people, herself and Bruck in the center. She sighed
dramatically, clicking her tongue.
"I say, we have some fun first!" She said, pointing towards the archives. "It's
always fun to mess with the librarian's head," she decided, and the rest of the
group followed slowly, except for one small blond initiate, who lagged behind,
slower and slower, until the group left without him.
He paused, and then raced out of the room, hugging close to the hallway's wall.
Glancing around, he made his way to the council chambers. Unfortunately, once
he reached his destination, he found the large circular room empty and dark, the
shadows of ships running the length of the smooth floor. The boy's face dropped,
and he slowly turned to make his way out of the chamber.
"Looking for someone, are you?"
The boy froze, his eyes wide.
"Be afraid, you should not be. Doing the right thing, you are," Yoda chided gently
as he hobbled across the floor, emerging from the shadows. The boy turned
slowly, his eyes still wide with fear.
"Come to tell me something, you have?" Yoda questioned, gently tapping the
floor with his gimmer stick. The boy nodded slowly.
"I… master Yoda sir," the boy squeaked, his voice tight with tension, "I'm sorry,
but I- I lied."
"Lied, you say?" The small green Jedi said with no sign of anger in his voice,
"Lied, about padawan Kenobi you did?"
The boy nodded.
"Ah, expect this I did. Another padawan committed this crime, did she not?"
The boy nodded again, shuffling from foot to foot.
"Proof, I had not, until now. The right thing, you have done, like a Jedi." The
child's eyes lit up.
"A jedi thing to do?"
The master snorted.
"Indeed. Now, need to find the boy, we must."
"Um… don't you want to know who did it?" The young initiate asked, confused.
"Know who broke the vase, I already did. Waiting for you to come to me, I was.
Need you to convince a blind master, I do."
More coming, just a little busy right now. - Spaz