Part 3~Obi-Wan
Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi stared in complete shock at the empty chair beside him. His mind reeled as he searched for a concrete reason why his Master was not sitting there. Surely there such a logical explanation existed. He quickly reviewed the events of the day leading to Qui-Gon's disappearance.
Since their departure from the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, the instruments of the small transport had been going haywire. All attempts to contact the Council of Masters failed. Though Obi-Wan expressed unease at this, Qui-Gon had seemed confident that they would need no assistance on such a simple mission. All that was required was their presence on the small planet of Milrea so that two squabbling delegates could sit together in a room without killing each other to negotiate a peace treaty.
But then a blindingly brilliant light filled the cockpit, forcing Obi-Wan to shield his eyes from the intense glare. When he opened his eyes again, Qui-Gon had been missing. The Padawan remained in the same pose he had been upon discovering the fact. Think, Obi! Things like this don't just happen... Checking readouts obviously presented no solution. The readings would be incorrect, inaccurate, useless.
Utterly frustrated, Obi-Wan brought his fist down on the console, succeeding only in bruising his fist. Calm. You must remain calm. Master Jinn would *not* be pleased by such an outburst. Think. Think. Five more minutes passed in resolute silence. Well, that was useful, wasn't it? The Padawan rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and sighed. Master, where are you?