Sorry this one is so short, it's a half-chapter, will upload rest later :) {P.S. thanks for the reviews!}

Obi-Wan reeled from a blow to the head, gasping and pressing his hand to his affected eye. Blinded, he supposed, sadly. What a stupid decision to find Wisper in the first place -

When the pain did not increase, Obi-Wan pulled his hand away to see no blood there. The area did not burn, but throbbed like a punch to the face. Realizing that he hadn't been shot, he reopened his eyes to see a very small, dirty child above him clutching a pop-blaster, grinning proudly. Relieved, but still upset, he gave the child a look.

"What did you do that for?" Obi-Wan asked incredulously, already feeling the eye swell. The child shrugged. He could have taught the child a lesson, but rose swiftly; he had better things to be doing. The last stretch of hallway was before him, and she struggled down it now with only one eye to see from, half-colliding into a woman with a long feather boa and the slithering creature entwined with it around her neck. He had no clue how much time he had before the assassination occurred, as his Master had told him, but he hoped later than sooner.

Emerging from the hazy, bustling heat was a relief, but Obi-Wan didn't pause for a breath, immediately scanning the area, panting and pulling stray costume feathers from his lips. The beat of the club music seemed to coincide with his racing heart, and he counted the tables quickly, and his heart stopping when he realized. Table five was empty. Quickly finding his own, with Emalie still sitting there -

"Force," he muttered. He'd left her there for a while. Obi-Wan hoped she wasn't too upset as he made his was quickly and sat down beside her, finding her resting her head in her arms. He saw that she had enjoyed his drink and was tempted to let her sleep, but the urgency of the situation outweighed his opinion. He gave her shoulder a gentle shake, "Emalie..."

Obi-Wan's senses were pierced by laughter, by the heightened volume of the music around him, but most prominently by a sharp warning when she did not awake, or even stir.

"Emalie!" He repeated, touching the bare skin of her arms and realizing it was a bit too cold.

He already knew. Her Force essence was faded. Placing his fingers aside her neck, he felt no thrumming pulse beneath her clammy skin: she hadn't been dead for long. Who would kill her? he questioned, seeing no evidence of struggle or trauma around her. Immedialty, Obi-Wan picked up the glass and raised it to his nose: it smelled fine, but the look of the scintillating remnant drops of liquid spoke clearly in Obi-Wan's ears: poison.

She tried to poison me, Obi-Wan took a breath, but countered, No. Whoever was behind the plot knew of the Jedi, and did not like them there. Emalie had just been a tool in the plot.

Not willing to endanger the mission further and cause a scene, Obi-Wan left the body be, rising to make his way into the crowd ahead of him. First, though, he extend his senses, an act that still required him a considerable amount of concentration, to find the Senator. Closing his eyes and holding out open palms face down before him, he relaxed his outward senses. This time, unlike the last, he was patient and allowed the Force to guide him instead of using the Force itself.

There. Obi-Wan snapped his eyes open Alive, close-by. A relieved panic set in him, and he moved quickly into the throng toward the presence, speaking to his Master through their bond, Poison found, Senator found. Approaching him now. Obi-Wan had made it halfway to the bar, past dozens of beings, before he tried speaking to Qui-Gon again, Master? He had every right to ignore him. But Qui-Gon never usually shut his apprentice out, not without reason -

Like I did to him. I deserve it I guess -

Alarms cut through Obi-Wan's thoughts and the rambunctious chatter around him sharper than a vibroblade, and the momentary silence soon transformed into terrorized shrieks. Some one cried, "Fire!" and others "Bomb!" but the Padawan knew it was only a planned diversion from the real dilemma: an assassin. Obi-Wan tensed, bracing himself in the crowd that transitioned into a mob faster than a blink, continuing faster toward the Senator. He was shoved and stepped on furiously, but he immersed himself deeper in his task and managed a swifter pace. He had to find him -

The ceiling extinguishers clicked on and the inhabitants were soon showered; Obi-Wan sighed, sensing the crowds furious fear kick up five more notches. The loudspeaker started with evacuation procedures and the club lights flickered and winked and holoscreens blanked out. Glasses and drinks crashed to the floor as did platers and people, and soon one blast was fired, which signalled another, another and too many to count. At the opportunity, some members raided cash machines and registers, some gathered abandoned purses and other stole some from peoples clutches. Screaming was an understatement to the sound heard. It was madness. Obi-Wan raised his own blaster, still rushing against the crowd, not willing to give up.

Ahead, he could sense and finally faintly see Senator Dawn, abandoned then by his entourage, a blaster to his head. Obi-Wan pushed through more to see his captor: a Rodian in a purple gown. The same one who shoved me -

"Stop!" Obi-Wan shouted over the distress, but it was hopeless. He frustratedly raced toward them, but with his injured eye missed the form of an Ithorian to his left and bumped it, receiving a shove to the ground in return. Not good-

Obi-Wan hit the floor hard on his forearms and tried to roll to avoid sudden prevailing feet, but a boot caught his sleeve and then his leg, and soon every single part of him. He tried to tuck close to himself, but his phobia caught hold of his mind swiftly, memories rushing in like a thick torrent, chocking him; tears sprang to his eyes at the image of the girl, the sound of her screams, and soon Obi-Wan could not breathe. He closed his eyes in pain and terror, his right hand shed of his blaster and his left clutching to Wisper Morro's cerulean earring, barely hearing himself scream, "Master!" before his mind succumbed to darkness.