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Apprentice2Obi: Grateful I am for your review. Flatter me, your compliments do. Simple the reason I portray Yoda well is. Reminds me of myself, he does. Weird this is, I know. Many dividers, from now on, there will not be. In the same time, all the characters now are. Many ] there were in the first chapter. Type them that way, I did not. Show up they did when uploaded the chapter I did. Enjoy this chapter, I hope you do.

Kaitlyn: Know when story will be finished, I do not. Glad you are interested in it, I am.

Padawan Anaika: Love time travel stories, I do. Check out one you mentioned, I will. Give you information in time, I will. Learn patience, you should. (One to talk about patience, I am not.) Keep you in the dark about many things, I will. Figure things out on your own, you should be able to do. If do this you cannot, everything you need to know, I will reveal. Keep you reading, this will.

A/N: Okay, everyone is now in the same time period. The only thing you now have to remember about the symbols in the story are as followed: //bond speaking// "speech" 'thoughts'

Chapter II

Qui-Gon slowly became aware of his surroundings. He had no idea where he was, how he got there or how long he had been out. His hands were bound above his head and he could see that the cell he was in was also occupied by many other confused Jedi like himself. Obi-Wan was gradually waking up at his side and as he tried to reach out to him with the Force, he found that it was cut off from him. As he inspected his fellow Jedi, he noticed a thin metal collar around each of their necks. He also noticed with a start that they all still had their lightsabers clipped to their belts. 'Psychological torture. We are armed yet completely helpless.'

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Darth Tyrannus walked purposefully toward the Jedi's cell. He knew that they were just waking up and realizing their obvious helplessness. He was going just going to point out the less-than-obvious things that made their situation even worse.

All eyes immediately turned to him as he opened the door and stepped in. He had made sure that he himself would not be among the ones brought to the future. He could see hope in some of the Jedi's eyes, and in some, less naïve, eyes he saw shock and disbelief and suspicion.

"Greetings, Jedi," he started. "I do hope that you are comfortable. I am Lord Tyrannus of the Sith. I am sure you are all wondering why you have been brought here to the future, for that is where you are. Am I right?" When no answer came, he continued. "You are being presented a grand opportunity. You are being given the chance to join my master and I as a Sith. Now, before you make your decision, you must know certain things. Primarily, if you do not turn, you will be killed. And before you even think about the possibility that the Jedi of this time most likely will not even be able to locate you before you turn or die, and even if they did, they would be reluctant to send anyone because in this time of war, they cannot afford to send one of them on a dangerous and risky rescue such as this."

He watched as despair and hopelessness settled in upon them. They knew that there was no escape. Now they had to choose. "You probably need some time to think over your situation, especially since you've been out for quite a few days. I'll leave you to your thoughts and discussions. Don't worry, nobody will be listening in on you. We don't feel that there is any threat in leaving you in here unwatched. You can't do anything."

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Obi-Wan had just come out of hyperspace. He had left for Belkadan as soon as he left the Council. He looked onto the planet before him with a little anticipation. In truth, he had no idea what to expect to find. He slowly lowed the ship into the planet's atmosphere and set it down near the outskirts of a settlement. He then made his way toward the settlement and let the Force guide him.

Before he reached the settlement, he came upon a very heavily guarded building and the Force was practically screaming at him that this was where he was needed. He was able to avoid any security personnel and slip unnoticed into the building. The Force lead him down a hallway on his right and toward a door that looked as if it would lead into a prison cell due to the small window that was covered by bars.

He cautiously peeked through the window and what he saw shocked him. He was looking at the past! Not only that, but Dooku was wielding his red lightsaber toward the younger Obi-Wan!

'This can't be good.'

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Qui-Gon looked up when the door opened once more. Nobody had spoken since Dooku, who called himself Lord Tyrannus, had left over an hour ago. Now he was back, and Qui-Gon dreaded what he would say, afraid not for himself but for his apprentice.

"I do hope that you have all come to a decision because I'm about to begin questioning you one by one. Now, don't worry, each will have an hour to come up with a decision. I hope you will make the correct one." Dooku glanced around the room. "Now, who to begin with… Ah, I know. Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Fear consumed Qui-Gon. 'Not Obi-Wan. No. Why him? What has he done to deserve this?'

Dooku continued, "I never really liked you all that much, Obi-Wan. Maybe it was because of your strength in the Light Side of the Force. Not to mention you were the only one to be able to best me in a lightsaber duel. You have a choice to make, though I already know your answer. You can either join the Sith or," he ignited his lightsaber, "you will die." Dooku brought the red blade up close to Obi-Wan's throat. "It is your decision."

He deactivated his lightsaber and walked to the door. When he opened it, he was taken by surprise by the figure that stood before him. It was obvious a Jedi because of its robe, but its face was hidden by its hood. By its build, it seemed to be a male humanoid.

"You!" Dooku cried as he backed away from the door, fear and hatred tangible in his voice.

"Me," the Jedi said calmly. "Did you really think that your little scheme would go unnoticed? If so, then you were sorely mistaken." He stepped farther into the cell causing Dooku to back away even more. Dooku shook himself out of his stupor and sent a blast of Force lightning at the Jedi. The Jedi seemingly effortlessly caught it with his hand and sent it back. Dooku just barely managed to ignite his lightsaber and use it to shield himself. He then used the Force to cause the light fixtures to fall down upon the helpless prisoners. The Jedi immediately turned to stop the fixtures from injuring the past Jedi, and while he was distracted, Dooku made his escape, knowing that he wouldn't last long in a duel with the Jedi, even if he did manage to attack him by surprise. If the Jedi was affected by Dooku's escape, he didn't show it. Instead he merely waved his hand and the binders that held their hands above their head release them.

"The collars around your necks will have to be removed individually. We don't have the time right now. When we go into hyperspace, I will remove them. For now, you must follow me," the Jedi calmly ordered them.

They followed the Jedi through a series of hallways and out of the building, managing to avoid any delays. He led away from the compound and before long they could make out a ship on the horizon. When they reached it, the Jedi ushered them aboard.

"Everybody find a place where you can either be strapped in or where you can adequately brace yourselves for the take-off and jump to hyperspace. I realize it is a little crammed, but try to make yourselves as comfortable as possible. Luckily the ship is stocked with enough food for fifty people to make it from here to Hoth and back," the Jedi informed them. He then disappeared into the cockpit.

The jump to hyperspace was anything but pleasant. Most had no place to strap in and were jerked most uncomfortably. After they were safely away from Belkadan and in hyperspace, their savior came out of the cockpit, this time with his hood down. There was something familiar about him, but none of them could tell why. He had ginger-colored hair that reached down past the nape of his neck with a closely cropped beard and mustache and aqua-colored eyes. He calmly went around and removed their collars one by one. After they all had access to the Force, he turned to leave but was stopped by the voice of Yoda.

"Tell us who you are, you must. Want to know what is going on, we do."

"I am afraid that I cannot tell you anything at the moment. I'm not too sure that the Council would be pleased knowing that I have changed the future without first pretending to ask their permission," the mysterious Jedi answered.

"Well can you at least tell us how you came to rescue us?" Mace asked. "Dooku said that the Jedi Council wouldn't be able to locate us and even if they did they would be reluctant to send anyone into unknown danger. Was he lying?"

The Jedi chuckled, "No, he was telling the truth. The Council wasn't able to locate you, but I managed to. The Council also wasn't willing to let me go, but we have an unspoken understanding."

Qui-Gon cocked an eyebrow. "May I ask what that would be?"

"It's simple really. I will ask their permission to do something and they will give it to me knowing for certain that I will do it whether or not they give their permission," the Jedi stated. "If they tried to fight me, they would be fighting a losing battle. Oddly enough, they seem to trust me and respect my judgement," he added with a look of bewilderment on his face. "Now, if you will excuse me. I think I should attempt to contact the Temple."

After he had left, the reality of what could have happened while they were in the hands Dooku hit Qui-Gon. 'I could have lost the one person who means the most to mean.'

//But you didn't, Master,// came Obi-Wan's voice over their bond as he picked up on his thoughts. //I'm fine and right here beside you.//

//I know, Padawan, but I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.// Qui-Gon looked his apprentice in the eye. //I love you as a son, Obi-Wan.//

//And I love you, Master, and I'm not going anywhere at the moment. You're stuck with me.//

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Obi-Wan had managed to get through to the Council and relay the situation to them. "Masters, what should I do about the questions that they are asking? They deserve to know what is going on, and I don't think we should keep that information from them."

"For the moment, we should reveal as little as possible," Mace answered. "Obi-Wan, I know you're probably going to try to fight us on this one, but at least wait until you reach Coruscant. Don't even tell them your name."

"I will wait, Master Windu, and I will tell them as little as possible," Obi-Wan conceded, "but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Only for you to do it, we ask," Master Yoda said. "May the Force be with you."

"And with you, my Masters," Obi-Wan said before ending the transmission.

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Okay, that was about 1000 words longer than it was originally going to be due to the fact the ff.net wouldn't let me upload my document. You were luckily to get that, I have a problem making chapters long. I just can't seem to do it. There are some things that I'd like to know: (1) Do you want long chapters and infrequent updates or short chapters and frequent updates? (2) What genre should this go under? (3) Any ideas on how to distinguish between the older version of people, especially Obi-Wan, from the younger ones would be appreciated.