Disclaimer: Star Wars brings in tons of money and as I have not seen a single cent of that money, I am not George Lucas and therefore don't own Star Wars. And sadly, that means I don't own Obi-Wan either.
Summary: The second story in the Jedi Trials series. Obi-Wan's been captured, Qui-Gon's left the Jedi Order, and Anakin must learn to trust his new Master. The Republic is on the brink of war and only Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and Anakin can save the galaxy.
Author's Notes: Another chapter for your enjoyment. I was afraid I might not get this out this weekend, but thankfully I found the time (though just barely). I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
PuffyCheese - All I can say is to keep reading and you will find out. It just might take another twenty chapters or so...
Out of Phase - Thanks for the review!
Ally127 - Aww...thanks so much. You're one awesome reader!
Anakin's Girl 4eva - Well, if you ever feel like sharing them, I'd love to hear them.
Sirithiliel - Thanks so much for reviewing!
Doreenthatshot - Oh, me too. I've got in memorized now. I love the deleted scenes and the documentaries. The web documentary called 'Becoming Obi-Wan' is awesome!
MusicDreamer7 - Hmm...that's a good guess, and maybe not too far from the truth.
Wyndmir - Haha...I don't think I can write a chapter in a half-hour, let alone edit and post it by that time. Ouch, pins and needles sounds painful. You might want to try a cushion or something like that. Thanks!
Onesmartgoalie - Thanks for the review!
Charie - Wow, that is the best compliment I could ever hear. I would love to be a published author; I'm so glad you feel that my work is good. I'm trying so hard to make it good for the readers.
The Strange - Maybe, maybe not. A vague answer, I know. Oh well. Enjoy this chapter!
Funyun - It's all right; I understand perfectly. I can't believe your director would do that to you. I can understand why you'd be stressed. To answer your question, Qui-Gon kept Anakin on a tighter leash than Obi-Wan did in the movies. He didn't let Anakin visit the Chancellor as much, therefore, Palpatine doesn't realize Anakin's full potential. Now, that doesn't mean that Obi-Wan and Palpatine are best buds, it just means that, as a Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan's skills and powers are out in the open for everyone to see. Especially Palpatine. Hmm...Qui-Gon? Maybe. I'm not telling. Qui-Gon screamed Obi-Wan when he realized that the Sith stabbed him instead of Anakin. Thanks for the long and always appreciated review! Have a less stressful week.
Torture and Death
By Kekelina
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Chapter Eight: A Jedi
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A Jedi is always calm…"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Obi-Wan screamed as he felt the presence of the Sith in his mind not for the first time that day. He fell from his knees, where he had been trying to meditate to the best of his abilities, to his elbows as pain shot through his mind.
Another scream.
The pain intensified until Obi-Wan was sure his head would split in two. He moaned and curled up into a ball, weeping. He begged the Sith to leave him alone, to find another victim.
His pleas were not answered.
The room began to spin. Obi-Wan grabbed onto the rocky floor with all his might to stabilize himself, but it didn't help. It spinned faster and faster until Obi-Wan felt overwhelmingly nauseous. Deep breaths did nothing to help him, nor did holding his head in his hands.
Obi-Wan vomited.
Sobs racked his convulsing body until Obi-Wan was gasping for breath. His breaths were shallow; his body was too weak to fight any longer. As more pain coursed through his body, making him feel like every bone in his body would shatter, he heard the distant cackle of the sinister Sith Lord.
Obi-Wan Kenobi slipped into unconsciousness.
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A Jedi always has hope…"They'll come looking for me." Faith.
"It's too late." Sorrow.
"They'll notice I'm missing." Trust.
"They've forgotten about me." Abandonment.
"Bant and Siri…" Desperation.
"Forget it." Hostility.
"No one cares about me." Despair.
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A Jedi is always prepared for death…Tears dripped from the corners of Obi-Wan's eyes as he dry-heaved, his stomach trying to empty its non-existent contents. He groaned as his stomach continued to contract, shooting pain through his side. As he was already doubled-over in pain, he leaned to the side and rolled onto his back, hoping to catch a breath.
But life was not kind to Obi-Wan.
The dry heaves continued, blocking off Obi-Wan's only source of oxygen. He gasped as his lungs began to shrivel up. He could feel them inside of him, desperately trying to squeeze him of every last drop of air. Everything was becoming fuzzy, but whether that was from the lack of air or the fact that with every heave Obi-Wan's head hit the rocks beneath it, causing him a minor concussion, he couldn't tell, nor did he care.
Obi-Wan panicked.
He rolled back onto his stomach quickly, and the little bit that his stomach had managed to expel dribbled onto the rocky ground. Slowly, the dry heaves began to stop, and he was finally able to catch his breath. He didn't care that the air he breathed smelled like his own stomach fluids, it was air, and that was all that mattered.
He allowed himself a few minutes to recover, then awkwardly sat up, leaning against the cold, hard wall. It was only then that he realized the pain that he had caused himself as he rolled over his left arm, the arm that was quickly becoming infected from the blaster wound.
Grimacing as the arm began to pulsate, he gently lifted back the arm of his tunic to investigate his injury to the best of his limited abilities. As he pulled on his burnt skin, he felt warmth ooze from the wound, and a horrible stench was emitted as well. It was infected badly.
Obi-Wan dared not touch the wound, fearful that he would only increase the infection by opening it up even more and allowing the dirt on his fingers to enter his bloodstream. He needed bacta badly. Already he could feel a fever coming on. If he didn't get bacta soon, the consequences would be dire.
He could die.
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Blaster fire.
Coruscant in chaos.
Jedi falling.
The Sith laughing.
Obi-Wan was standing in the middle of utter chaos. A great battle was being fought around him on the streets of his home, on the streets of Coruscant. The Jedi had rushed to the defense, but the non-stop blaster fire of the battle droids, super battle droids, and the destroyer droids had quickly diminished their numbers. Now there was only one left.
The last of the Jedi.
Siri.
Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat as a dark, menacing figure strolled through the fog that had suddenly appeared. The Sith. Siri's electrum lightsaber did not waver as she brought it up to the defensive position. As her fierce gaze met the glare of the Sith Lord, Obi-Wan realized one thing: she would die.
Without a second thought, he scrambled over the dead bodies toward her, tripping and falling, but never staying on the ground for long. The Force became very dark, and he stopped halfway through a step to watch the Sith's lightsaber enter Siri's chest and quickly retract.
Time stopped.
All became silent.
Obi-Wan screamed and rushed over to her, kneeling beside her crumpled form. He caressed her face gently with his fingers, wiping the sweat and dirt from it. She gasped for breath and smiled bravely at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan fought to keep the tears from falling as he begged her to hold on.
But she wasn't listening anymore. She had turned her gaze to the Sith Lord standing above them. Reluctantly, Obi-Wan did as well, and what he saw caused his heart to stop beating.
"Obi-Wan…"
Siri's voice was barely a whisper, but the Sith in front of them heard it. Obi-Wan's mind was reeling. He was the Sith? It wasn't possible; he would never turn to the dark side. He would never hurt Siri.
Sith Obi-Wan glared at the both of them, his gaze showing no emotion except hatred. His entire body tense, Sith Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber again and put it to Siri's neck.
"That name means nothing to me anymore."
Obi-Wan, still reeling from the shock of this entire ordeal, watched the Sith version of himself in fear. He felt Siri's body shudder as her last breath left her, and then she went limp. Despite himself, tears flowed freely down his cheeks. Sith Obi-Wan only watched his grief with a small smirk of victory.
Clutching Siri's body tightly against him, Obi-Wan didn't notice the position of Sith Obi-Wan's lightsaber until it was too late. He felt the energy stab into his chest.
Obi-Wan screamed.
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On the other side of the galaxy, watching over the progress at the droid factory, Qui-Gon felt pain pass through an almost non-existent bond.
"Obi-Wan?"
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The Other Author's Notes: Things just continue to get more and more confusing, don't they? Don't forget to leave me a review! I love to hear your opinions, predictions, etc. Have a great day!