Location- Jedi Temple
Time- 1:30 PM
A great cry arose in the halls of the Jedi Temple. The world of Iridonia, was gone. Not a single building had been left standing. All life had been crushed to bits. No survivors. Pictures of the destruction were played over and over on the news holocrons. What had done this? The Jedi knew and it created a great rift within the order. There were those who felt that action should have been taken earlier and blamed the Council. Others still clung to the Council's ideas of peace and compassion. One Jedi who was a Zabrak Iridonian tore his shirt and pulled at his hair in the halls while the news holocrons were showing the pictures of the desolate planet. Obi-Wan knew of the planet's desruction and he knew to well the horrors of war. Yes, he thought, war. It had come to this another great jihad between Sith and Jedi. But would light prevail against the engulfing darkness? He now understood what he must do, even if it meant death.Other Jedi would willingly pay a high price to set the universe back in balance, but Obi-Wan's would be much higher. He'd pay possibly not only with his life, but with his will and sanity as well. He could feel a great wound in the Force, so many voices echoing through it. It was enough to drive him mad. The pain in their cries, the sorrow, the misery. Tears pricked his eyes. No doubt there were others who felt this as well. Trija turned off her holocron. Everyone in the Halls was showing some sign of sorrow or comofrting those who felt grief the most. She knew the one who truly needed help, the one nobody would hold or comfort. She knew just where to find the forlorn soul. A short ten minute walk to the gym and she found herself completely alone. Of coarse, she thought, everyone else thinks he may be on the darkside. She gave a sigh of frustration and pushed open the heavy dantium steel doors. On first glance it seemed that the room was completely deserted, but using her Force sight she found him. Obi-Wan sat in the corner with his knees pulled up to is chest. His head rested against his knees. Trija felt her heart rip at the sight of his pain. She gently knelt down beside him, placing her arms around his shoulders. She could feel him shaking against him as the grief overwhelmed him. She held him close, pressing her head against his. His crystalline blue eyes looked deeply into her emerald ones. She enveloped him in a warm embrace.
"Why? Why did he do this?" Obi-Wan asked.
"I can not say, Obi-Wan it'll be alright."
"No, it won't be. Its all my fault. If I hadn't hesitated, if i hadn't let him go. I could have saved those people. Now they're all dead because of me." As he said this Trija could see the news reports, the pictures, the stories and how they would all find a scapegoat in Obi-Wan. He didn't need this he already had enough problems of his own without the galaxy making him a villan.
"Oh Obi, I understand that you're in pain, but you can't let this pain consume you. I know you don't feel like it, but everything will be okay, as long as we stick together. Maybe you couldn't have stopped him. Perhaps the only thing that would've happened is that you would have been killed. Obi-Wan I'm sorry to say this, but I fear that the man Qui-Gon Jinn was is no more." Obi-Wan shook his head. He was to determined to believe that. No, he thought, he can't be completely gone, he can't be. She shushed him gently, rubbing his shoulder gently. "Well" she said "I don't care what anyone else says but my friend has been hurt more than anybody ever deserves to be. You deserve to let it out."
"Thanks" he whispered as she held him closer. Two star-crossed friends they were. Two- fated Jedi, but to where their fate lay, was to be seen.