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Chapter 2
Opening his eyes with a start, Obi-Wan found himself flying through the air. Well, not really flying if he was honest. More like falling and skidding to a halt after being blown sky-high. What the force? What happened to Anakin, to the moon size space station! What the force is going on? I'm most certainly not one with the force anymore.
In fact, he had no clue where he actually was. This was particularly unnerving considering he had traveled to most if not all of the planets in the known galaxy during his life-time. He was almost certain he had been one with the force. At least I don't see any sand. Thank the force I don't see one single grain of blasted sand! Of all the planets Tarkin could choose to blow up Tatooine was right at the top of the list, but no, he went and blew up Alderaan instead! Idiot.
Content in the fact there was no sand to be found anywhere nearby, he slipped into the traditional Jedi meditative posture in search of clarity. He needed answers, and fast. Breathing calmly he stretched out his awareness in the force. Wait, are these my padawan robes? I'm short! Why am I short? Is that a padawan braid? No! My beard! What the kriff happened to my beard!
Confounded, he plunged deeper than he ever had into meditation probing every possible angle only to come up empty. It seemed that other than his sudden mind-boggling transformation from being a very dead Jedi Master to being a very alive padawan, nothing was amiss in the force.
A thorough search of his apparel revealed that his lightsaber was missing. Tucked in his pocket was a clear circular object that he could fit his hand through. At this point though, he was more concerned about being a padawan and not having a lightsaber. Why wouldn't a padawan have a lightsaber? More importantly, if Qui-Gon is around he's going to be lecturing me about how lightsabers are my life and how I should... Oh, I see now, that's where I am. Melida/Dann. I've come full circle. Either that or I've gone completely, utterly, deliriously insane. That must be it. I've gone mad. Must be the side effect of having the padawan from hell.
With that thought, Obi-Wan let loose a strained series of laughs at the absurdity of it all. Lifting a shaking hand to rub his brow in an attempt to regain what little sanity remained, he passed out while buried memories of this planet resurfaced in his mind.
Tears streamed from Cerasi's violet eyes. "Stop for a minute and look around you Obi-Wan. If you don't pilot the starfighter and disable their air support all will be lost!" Her voice took on a softer hue reminiscent of royalty. She grasped his arm. "Obi-Wan, innocent children are dying. Please. There's no time."
"You must choose, Obi-Wan. Go with me now, or stay. Know that if you do not accompany me back to the temple, you are a Jedi no longer."Qui-Gon told him, defeat coloring his words.
"I have found something here more important than the Jedi code," He said slowly, the words more difficult to say out loud. "Something not only worth fighting for, but worth dying for. He unclipped his lightsaber from his utility belt and shoved the hilt at his Master. You may go, Qui-Gon Jinn. But I will stay. I will do what is right."