"Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan called again, though he knew it was useless. His Master was gone. And now he was alone. He would have to find him, and fast. He reached out to the force, trying to find Qui-Gon's precence, at least a glimmer of hope that he'd be alive. But nothing. Only gray and static. By now he was hyperventilating as he couldn't keep himself calm. Qui-Gon had gone missing before, but when he was found he was weakened for a few weeks afterwards while he was recovering from sever blood loss.

Then he turned and glared at Redulia, "This is because of you! You lured me out so you could take him!"

At first, he thought he'd get a deffinate yes. But instead the girl started crying. "Okay! Yes, I did! But I was doing what my parents told me to! You're friend, he wasn't needed! We had to get rid of him!"

"Where?" Obi-Wan questioned as he stepped forward.

"I- I don't know! My father wouldn't tell me!" She cried. "He said something about him being of value! And- and something about midi-chlorians-!"

"Midi-chlorians?" Obi-Wan stood there, shocked and breathing heavily from the climb up a fifthy story building by stairs.

"I don't know! Some virus? How should I know what it is?" She snapped.

He narrowed his eyes. "Midi-chlorians are a microscopic life forms that live in our blood. It's what allows me and Qui-Gon to use the force." He sighed and shook his head, knowing what was happening. "He's going through the same thing all over again..."

"What?"

Again, he shot a glare. "You got him in this mess, I don't have to trust you."

"But the killer-!"

"Find someone else to get rid of the killer, because I have to find my Master." He was surprised at how even his tone had come out for once before he turned and started searching the rooms. Redulia didn't try to stop him, she just sat on the couch staring at floor.

It was probably an hour later when he found a datapad, and he could assume it would be hours more until he cracked the codes and found useful information.

It was shortly after Obi-Wan left. Qui-Gon was simply laying there on the sleep couch, trying to bring himself to rest for even a little while. But constant flickers of emotions from Obi-Wan would snap him back. He felt so distant. And he himself felt so distant from reality.

Soon Sila came in with her bright smile as she sat down on other sleep couch, looking at Qui-Gon quietly. They just stared at each other, for what seemed like hours. It wasn't hours. It was maybe a few moments.

"Where is your Obi-Wan friend?" She asked.

"He left to take a walk with Redulia." He answered as he found himself lost again with holding her steady gaze. He couldn't snap himself out of it, he wasn't able to look away. For something that seemed creepy and wrong, it had some sort of good feeling to it that he wasn't even sure of.

"Qui-Gon?"

"Yes?"

Her expression was open. "Do you trust me?"

He knitted his eyebrows a moment, this question should have tripped him up and sent his inner alarms ringing, but it seemed that those alarms were out of service for that moment. He said yes.

She then stood and sat on his sleep couch, he was laying down and using his elbows for support so he could look at her. Her delicate fingers traced down a sleeve of his tunic, not seeming to have a care about personal space that should have existed. "Oh my, you're hurt!"

This made his eye open wide as he found where her finger tips stopped, his collarbone. He now could see the blood staining his tunic. His breath hitched a second. "I don't know how this happened. No one touched me at all. I didn't feel anything."

"That's very odd. Here, let me take a look." She insisted, and he allowed her to move the cloth of his tunic out of the way so they both could see the gash just below his collarbone. It wasn't horribly deep, but it could need stitches if he didn't get some bacta. Then her eyes locked on another spot, just near the bottom of his ribcage. "There's more blood here! Qui-Gon, take off the tunic and let me see this better."

He undid his belt and pulled the tunic off, and of course, she was right. Another wound was there, as well as eleven others litered across his chest and back. Sila blushed a little (or he thought she did, it could have been a trick of the light) as she looked over his taut muscles that defined his body from years of missions and training. He didn't lay down anymore, now he was sitting so he wouldn't feel as exposed as he did while she examined the ghostly wounds.

Then he heard a click.

In that second, his mind had cleared, he knew the sound of his lightsabor being unclipped from his belt, and he immediantly stood and pulled his weapon back to his hand through the force. She smirked.

"So you've finally figured it out."

"And not a moment too soon." Qui-Gon turned to see Governer Liji in the doorway, his glare was on the two. He wasn't the gitty man from earlier. He was angry. "I can still see what I can learn from your blood." He said as he aimed a blaster.

In that second, Qui-Gon acted, and not a moment too soon as he knocked the governer into the window, the glass exploded on contact and the shards littered around them.

"I should have seen this before." Qui-Gon thought aloud. "I should have known something was wrong with this planet."

Suddenly the two were after him, a sleep couch over-turned and objects thrown by Qui-Gon to create obsticles. But it wasn't long before Governer Liji managed to hit.

The blaster hit him in the shoulder, and Qui-Gon gripped it protectively as Sila approached. He scooted back into the wall, unable to escape her as she brought out a tazer and forcefully slammed it down his chest! In moments, he couldn't hear his screams, only a blast of harsh ringing before everything was gone from him and the world was consumed in black.