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Full summary: Sequel to The Seeds of Darkness. In Chosen's finale: the Clone War is no longer about Republic and Separatists. For the Jedi it has become a battle of Light and Dark. Yet it is also the impromptu front for Anakin's soul, Qui-Gon's heart, and Obi-Wan's sanity. The end is nigh.

Warnings: Slash, JA reference, drugs, noncon, and violence

Pairing(s): Qui-GonxAnakin, GarenxObi-Wan, Obi-WanxQui-Gon

Fic type: AU, romance

Aubrey's crap: This is the end. There will not be more. Honestly, if you can think of something to add write it and send it to us. If we like it, we'll give you the thumbs up.

Bizarre speaks: So. Like I've been saying, repeatedly, the next story will be a Batman thing. It will be radically different in writing style. We've changed, as authors do, and this one had to benefit of my mother. I suppose, it wouldn't be far off the mark to say she was the third author. But this next Batman thing called The Interface is just us. Read it? If you've seen the batman Begins movie and like Slash, you'll probably like it. It crosses over with the comics. (P.S. I might write more, perhaps a snippet here or there about Aurelia.)

Chosen
Volume Six
Into Ashes
Epilogue: Foregone Conclusion

The Chosen One was dead.

It was broadcast all over the HoloNet. Yet the War raged on. The beleaguered Republic wondered how their beloved democracy could survive if their heroes were fallen. Fear took hold.

x

In their chamber on Coruscant, the Jedi Council was grim.

"I am withdrawing from the Order," Qui-Gon Jinn said softly, head down.

Master Yoda sighed heavily. Jinn was a broken man…He had not revealed the painful tale that had led him down this path, but Yoda still knew.

"We are sorry to lose you, Qui-Gon," Master Windu said gently. They could all sense the old man's shattered spirit. "We can ill afford your absence."

"I know, Masters," Qui-Gon sighed. "But I am not worthy."

x

In the dense forests of Arba a lonely man walked in silence. The telepathic natives, the Hoojib, gave him wide berth. Something dark and terrible hung from the aged human.

When Qui-Gon emerged from the tree line he found Master Yoda waiting for him. It had been years since he'd had any contact with the outside world. This was most unexpected.

"Yoda," he bowed his head in deference to the Jedi Master.

"Well you are, Qui-Gon?" Yoda asked sincerely.

Jinn just shrugged. He lived yet, that was all.

"Grave news I bring, Qui-Gon," Yoda hopped to his feet and shuffled closer to the towering human. The little troll seemed even more shrunken and wizened than Qui-Gon remembered. Well, it had been many years…

"What news?" he asked politely, though he cared not.

"Upon us a Dark Age has fallen," Yoda told him sadly. "Emperor is Palpatine, with Sith at his command."

"Are you surprised?" Qui-Gon asked.

"Surprised I am not," Yoda's long ears twitched. "But saddened. Into exile I must go."

Qui-Gon took a knee to embrace the little creature, his friend and Master. "Good bye, Master Yoda."

"Good bye, Qui-Gon."

After watching the troll hobble away, Qui-Gon entered his home. His gaze swept over the dreary interior coming to rest on the chest sitting in the corner. The old man lifted the lid of his battered trunk. There lay a pair of weapons. Once mighty weapons, defenders of peace and justice, now silent and still. Qui-Gon gently touched each cylindrical hilt fondly.

Obi-Wan and Anakin…

End