I don't think there were very many changes made to this chapter, but I figured I'd post it just in case. Once again, many thanks go to Katieelessar! Thank you for offering to beta for me, and thank you for the wonderful advice!
Qui-Gon sensed the change in his Padawan. He looked at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan's face had fear etched on every feature, despite his attempts to hide it. He decided to take action.
"Can you show us to our rooms, please? I believe my Padawan and I have a few things to discuss," he politely inquired in an easy manner, snapping Obi-Wan from his thoughts.
"Absolutely!" Princess Caryna said, motioning for them to follow her. "Anything for our guests!"
A few minutes later, the two Jedi were in the rooms that had been reserved for them in the palace. As soon as they were alone, Obi-Wan drew in a deep, shaky breath. He shook his head, as if trying to shake off his discomfort.
"What is it?" Qui-Gon gently asked Obi-Wan.
"I'm unsure… I… I don't know what this means…" he hesitated. "Master, I… I think I know now what the vision was about…"
"What?" he inquired concernedly, a feeling of dread beginning to crawl slowly through his body.
"I think our mission is doomed to fail."
"Why?" The dread now flowed through Qui-Gon, fearing what his Padawan was going to say next.
"The girl in my vision… was Princess Caryna…"
Qui-Gon felt a shiver run down his spine as Obi-Wan said the words he'd hoped his Padawan wouldn't say. "Let's keep your vision in mind, but don't let it distract us from protecting her. I'll contact the Temple later and tell them about your vision. In the meantime…" His voice trailed off as he sensed a dark presence approaching the palace.
"I sense it, too, Master." Obi-Wan followed him out of the room. They used a turbolift to get down to the first floor.
They felt for the presence… then had to jump to the side as a red lightsaber came smashing down on the area where they had been standing. They turned, lightsabers ignited and at the ready, to face their opponent, a figure so well covered with a black cloak, they couldn't see its face. Qui-Gon twisted his blade to block another blow.
They fought for some time, none of the three able to gain the advantage for long. Then, suddenly, the figure lowered his blade. The two Jedi followed suit. An evil laugh came from the dark figure, a laugh full of hate, anger, and pain.
"So, I see you still have the touch, my old Master!" the figure said in a voice that sent a shiver up Qui-Gon's spine. The figure pulled back his hood, revealing a face that neither Jedi had ever hoped to see again.
Qui-Gon stood, feeling his body grow cold and numb from shock, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water over him.
"Xanatos."