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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 5/1/07 6:48pm Subject: Jedi Dreaming -- Yoda, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, OCs -- COMPLETE (really) -- 18-June-2007 - Date Edited: 6/18/07 7:31pm (11 edits total) Edited By: ardavenport
	Title: Jedi Dreaming Author: ardavenport Timeframe: pre-Episode I, pre-TPM Genre: drama, Obi-angst Characters: Obi-Wan, Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn, OC Jedi Keywords Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn, dreams, Jedi Summary: Obi-Wan learns of the deceptive nature of dreams and that even Jedi cannot discern imagination from possibility. Notes: This story is a long, wandering extrapolation about why Obi-Wan might have been so uninterested in following up Anakin's dire dreams about his mother in ATOC. Forgive the location since I'm posting this right after doing another long Temple drama, but this story wanted to be written. All my other outlines have Q and O going to other planets and getting into different kinds of trouble. And: typo is my middle name, with missing words and errors that spell checkers don’t catch being my speciality – if you see any, just post a reply or send a PM with the what and where and I will kill them with no mercy. Disclaimer: All characters belong to George and Lucasfilm; I’m just playing in their sandbox Obi-Wan Kenobi walked in darkness. Without light, the gloom weighted down the interior of the vast Jedi Temple. Not even the huge open hall around him could contain so much darkness. Unlike space, which was crisp and black, this sooty emptiness smothered light and sound. His boots hardly made a sound on the patterned floor. Obi-Wan had no idea where the light had gone. Perhaps the power was down. Perhaps the lights had been buried. He did not feel any darkness in the Force. No anger, no fear, no rage. They might have been buried, too. But the Force was there, thick as the air. He kept walking through the darkness and through the Force. Ahead of him, his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, sat cross-legged on a meditation platform. Somewhere around them in the murky shadows was a great, columned hall, but they were alone amidst all that darkness. Eyes closed, Qui-Gon serenely meditated, his long brown hair falling down on the shoulders of his dark robe. Obi-Wan noted the small flecks of gray in his hair and beard. The Force was strong around Qui-Gon like a halo of invisible light that instead of pushing back the darkness, melded into it. Obi-Wan wondered if he should sit, under his Master's feet at the base of the pedestal, and join him. He timidly stepped forward and found it more and more difficult to move, as if the air were becoming more and more solid. Was Qui-Gon so still and quiet because he couldn't move? Suddenly alarmed, Obi-Wan pushed his hand forward. Qui-Gon's eyes opened. They were dead. The deep blue eyes that stared at nothing had sunken back, whatever spark of life should have been there had fled. The pale skin had gone bloodless and grayish. A slight breeze stirred the corpse's dry hair. Obi-Wan started awake. His heart pounding, he looked around at the dim shapes in his darkened room. The usual tiny lights on the wall com on the far wall shone steadily. Only starlight over Coruscant from his holo-window illuminated the room's sparse furnishings. Obi-Wan sat up and activated the lights from the panel by the stand at the head of his sleep couch. Calming his breathing and his rapidly beating heart, he closed his eyes. He had felt it, the Force in the dream, which meant that this night terror had not been just a dream at all. His initial shock melted into dread. In the Force, all visions had meaning. The trick was in discerning what that was. Even the wisest Jedi Master would not say what. Obi-Wan had always been taught that visions were to be accepted with contemplation and meditation only. Every Master, including Qui-Gon, always warned against the temptation of acting on them. This was not considered dark, but foolish and possibly dangerous, since the meaning of any vision, large or small, shifted with any action inspired by it. At most one waited for the moment of the vision to come before doing anything. If it ever came. Up until now, Obi-Wan had never been seriously tempted to stray from this sage advice. No matter how personal, he had always followed his elders' instructions and with time, he had seen that letting a Force-related dream-vision pass worked best. He had never understood why the warnings were so dire, as if Padawans were going to panic from the first hint of death, injury or worse. But now, Obi-Wan could not separate himself from what he felt any more than he could if Qui-Gon were in mortal peril right in front of him. Obi-Wan did not know where Qui-Gon was. His Master was on a secret mission for the Jedi Council. He had been gone for several days and just that evening Master Yoda had told him that the mission was being extended. When Obi-Wan had asked how Qui-Gon was, Yoda had only replied that the mission was going well. Obi-Wan stood and paced on the bare floor by his sleep couch. He could not simply sit and meditate over this. As a Jedi, he was also supposed to follow the will of the Force as Qui-Gon phrased it, but where was it going? He had sensed no violence, no evil, no malevolence, only death. In one eye-blink he had known what Qui-Gon being dead would feel like. That solid, welcome presence would be gone into the Force, the flesh would be cold, an empty reminder of what had been. Coming to a decision, Obi-Wan hastily dressed, minimally only in boots, pants, tunic and robe. He left his room. He hurried through the dimly lit corridor to the lift tubes. Even the earliest risers were still asleep. Leaving the residence area, he headed through the darkened halls and long corridors of the Temple to Mission Ops room under the Jedi Council Spire. Someone was always on duty there. He passed through the outer rooms with their vacant data terminals and blank screens to the main Mission Ops area. A few blue-metal droids clicked and swivelled their heads at their com stations. "Yes?" The older woman at a large terminal looked at him inquiringly. Her lined face was crimson, her long bluish-brown hair hung down behind her from where it was tied on the top of her head. Obi-Wan bowed. "Master," he began. He did not know her name, but it was always safe for a Padawan to address any adult Jedi as 'Master' no matter what their actual rank. "I wish to inquire about the status of my Master, who has been sent on a mission by the Council. I was told that the mission has been extended and I wished to confirm that he was well. And send a message, if I am allowed." She tilted her head, her expression curious, but she apparently found no fault in his request. "Your Master's name?" "Qui-Gon Jinn." She sat back, clearly recognizing it. She kept her eyes on him as she tapped out commands at her terminal. Her eyes flicked to the screen before she cleared it. Obi-Wan kept his eyes forward, his arms respectfully hidden before him in the sleeves of his robe. "You were told that this mission was very sensitive to the Council?" she inquired. "Yes, but I was concerned . . ." The older Jedi slowly shook her head at him and his words trailed off. "I cannot send any message whatsoever without the Council's approval. And I must report your request to them." Obi-Wan lowered his eyes, wishing that he at least knew what she had seen at her terminal, but his view was blocked. "You were concerned about your Master, at this hour of the morning?" she asked. He lifted his head and nodded. Her pale blue eyes looked at him carefully. Obi-Wan felt a slight, tenuous pressure on his cheeks, his forehead; she looked deeply at with the Force. "You may leave now." With nothing else he could do, Obi-Wan bowed and turned away. "Padawan." He stopped, looking back. "The mission was extended because it was going very well. Your Master himself reported that. There were no hazards." He saw a glint of sympathy in her eyes before she turned away, back to her data screens. Grateful, Obi-Wan hurried out. o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o "The soil here was brought from our homeworld," their barefoot guide explained. Obi-Wan Kenobi and the other Jedi he had come with had also removed their boots as a courtesy. Their four Togruta guides continued to describe the garden reception area of their embassy as the whole group strolled around the plants and over the grassy ground. Obi-Wan minded what the embassy staff told their Jedi visitors about their world and people. But he only observed and he did not ask any questions. He could not entirely put out of his mind his thoughts on his nightmare. He had tried to recapture it in meditation, but he only touched the memory with no new insights. Seeking his elder's counsel, Obi-Wan had left a message with Master Yoda early that morning. The reply had invited him to meet, after his seminar of Coruscant embassy visits. Their group of Padawans and Jedi Knights had three more embassies and one consulate to go to before returning to the Jedi Temple. One could spend a lifetime visiting the thousands and thousands of diplomatic missions on the Republic's capital world and still not see them all. The Jedi, the protectors of the peace in the galaxy, received invitations from many of them all the time. So, the Order combined their diplomatic training with their responses. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had been assigned to the current rounds of embassy visits before his Master had been sent on his mission. The Assistant to the Ambassador invited them to a light meal and the elder Jedi Master in their group thanked him. They were almost always offered food and they always accepted. Obi-Wan, the only Padawan in the group not accompanied by his Master, followed the others to another room and suppressed his own unease over Qui-Gon's absence. o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o "Grave this dream was," Yoda folded his clawed hands before him. "A vision from the Force you say it was?" Obi-Wan swallowed and nodded. They sat on separate meditation pedestals in a private chamber lit only by the daylight that came in through the slatted shutters over the windows. "I am sure, Master Yoda. It was very clearly the Force, not just a dream," he stated earnestly, leaning toward Yoda. "Meditated on this you have?" "Yes. This morning." He lowered his head, staring down at his tightly clasped hands in his lap. He relaxed them, deliberately suppressing the visible tension. "And what conclude you it was?" Obi-Wan hesitated. "Think you must something, young Obi-Wan. For seek out your Master you did." "It may. . . . be a premonition. I can't think of what else it might mean," he admitted. "Disturbing it was for you. But no peril did you sense, you said." "Not until I saw Qui-Gon dead." The small green creature shook his head slowly from side to side. "Death and peril, not always the same they are. The fear you sense is your own, not Master Qui-Gon's. If join the Force he does, accept it you must, as a Jedi." Eyes wide, Obi-Wan stared back. He swallowed again. "But if Qui-Gon were in danger, should I not act? Should we not act?" Obi-Wan felt like he was begging. But what Yoda told him did not sound right. It felt very wrong. Yoda nodded slowly. "Act we should, if help we can," he agreed. Obi-Wan hoped that he could get Yoda's permission to speak to Qui-Gon himself. But the ancient Master shook his head to his request. "Meditate you should, Padawan. Is it peril you sense for your Master? Or your own fear?" o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o Darkness, again. Obi-Wan knew what it was, where it came from. It was the Force, seen without eyes, heard without ears, felt without hands. There was no malevolence, no evil. He saw only the dark; he did have eyes, but there was no light for them. He felt neither warm nor cold. He heard nothing. This was where his dream-vision was. He was not asleep. Alone in his room, he knew he sat on a floor cushion, but the meditation had taken his senses completely inward to the Force where his physical body hovered only as a presence in the back of his thoughts. Going forward, Obi-Wan sought the Temple with its thick, murky dark, where Qui-Gon would be. But this blackness was empty and he had found no Temple when he came across Qui-Gon. His Master stood, looking about him, turning around, his hand touching, probing the darkness. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Qui-Gon hesitated and turned toward him, his expression curious, but Obi-Wan knew that he was too far away. Qui-Gon then smiled toward him and closed his eyes. Obi-Wan tried to cry out to stop him from reaching for the Force. His yell died in his throat, choked with the darkness. His Master's eyes snapped open. Instantaneously, he was dead. His skin drained of color, freezing into lifelessness. His eyes paled, the pupils disappeared. Obi-Wan reached forward. Perhaps he could still be saved. The body began to expand. The skin of face and neck split; fingers detached; the body under tunic and robe pushed outward as the clothes began to shred. Obi-Wan drew back. As the outer parts moved away, the insides became visible, internal organs, eyes, brain, bones. And each piece broke up into more pieces and pieces of pieces in some weird slow motion explosion. The hair drifted upward, each strand breaking into smaller and smaller lengths until it became a huge expanding cloud of brown. Droplets of flesh, blood and bone divided over and over until there was nothing left but an uneven haze, patches of red, brown, pink, white getting larger and larger. Obi-Wan gasped and threw himself backward. He hit the floor with a solid thump and scrabbled away from the grisly remains drifting toward him. The night view of his holo-window glowed, un-obscured by flesh or Force. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his head on them. He had done as Master Yoda had asked. He had meditated on his dream. But now, what was he to do to understand the meditation? --- tbc --- -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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Princess_Arulmozhi Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 5/1/07 8:44pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	Whoa. that has certainly got to be a frightening visions - especially what Obi-Wan saw last. Imagine seeing Qui-Gon like that... But now I'm worried about Qui-Gon. What mission is he on? Poor Obi. Loved his concern for his Master. More soon please! -----signature----- Perceptions (Xanatos/Obi/Qui/Anakin) AU:http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25276178/p1/?7 - vignette Stones (Li'l Obi/Qui) - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/23371821/p1/ Best Author, WFFA (BtS) 05/06 Lore-Master to 7
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 5/1/07 8:56pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	Great beginning and you can put me on the PM list -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 5/1/07 9:24pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	So spooky. I love it. I have no idea what it all means. very good story. Please add me to a PM list if you would be so kind. -----signature----- Padawan to p_stotts Peace over anger - honour over hate - Strength over fear. Links to Stories in my Bio. Obi-Wan forever.
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LuvEwan Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/1/07 10:16pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	Oh how awful for Obi-Wan. The second vision was especially horrific. I loved how you described the dreams, weird but realistic enough to scare the daylights out of Obi-Wan. -----signature----- So it was Anakin's butt after all. He supposed he might take a modicum of comfort from that. -Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, by Matthew Stover
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Fifilla Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/2/07 12:17am Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	That was scary - poor Obi-Wan! Can't wait for more! -----signature----- "There's always a bigger fish." Fear Of Failure - young Qui-Gon (WIP) > http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27642896 Padawan to Valairy_Scot
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obi-gonjinn Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 5/2/07 4:47am Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	WWWWWWWWWWWWWWooooooooooooo!!!!!! that was soooo weird!! In a Good kinda creepy way! That last bit acctually made me feel sick! In a good kinda gross way! I cant wait for more I need to know whats gonna happen! Please dont let Quiggy die I love him!! I cant wait for more please update soon Can I be added to your pm list? -----signature----- Time is best spent when fast asleep zzzzzzzz
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Valairy_Scot Title: PT Rewrite Winner Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 5/2/07 9:51am Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	Oh how...disturbing. What an ending, too. PM me please. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25405090/p3/?52 Prolific Author thread: list & links there. Muse fueled by coffee. Often AWOL despite frequent sipping. Writes on inspiration, not a schedule. Proud master of several padawans
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 5/3/07 2:42pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	Wow, poor Obi-Wan ! That's so very chilling, now you have me very worried -- wondering what's going on... His Master's eyes snapped open. Instantaneously, he was dead. His skin drained of color, freezing into lifelessness. His eyes paled, the pupils disappeared. Obi-Wan reached forward. Perhaps he could still be saved. The body began to expand. The skin of face and neck split; fingers detached; the body under tunic and robe pushed outward as the clothes began to shred. Obi-Wan drew back. As the outer parts moved away, the insides became visible, internal organs, eyes, brain, bones. And each piece broke up into more pieces and pieces of pieces in some weird slow motion explosion. The hair drifted upward, each strand breaking into smaller and smaller lengths until it became a huge expanding cloud of brown. Droplets of flesh, blood and bone divided over and over until there was nothing left but an uneven haze, patches of red, brown, pink, white getting larger and larger. Obi-Wan gasped and threw himself backward. He hit the floor with a solid thump and scrabbled away from the grisly remains drifting toward him. The night view of his holo-window glowed, un-obscured by flesh or Force. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his head on them. He had done as Master Yoda had asked. He had meditated on his dream. But now, what was he to do to understand the meditation? shudders I got goosebumps reading that...well done! -----signature----- Proud Master to Ara-gon The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?177 (OC's) Into Another Day http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27926050/p1/?0 2008 Dear Diary Challenge I am Jinngerbread.
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DarthBerryStraw Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 5/3/07 5:32pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	Wow! I can't imagine how disturbing these visions must be to Obi-Wan. Please add me to your PM list, if you would. -----signature----- “I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT….” Hargirid paused angrily. “BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!” - ... Tara UDCS: Of All the Witty Titles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29095691/p1/?7
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ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 5/5/07 5:19am Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	wooooooooooo... bardo vision reminds me of buddhist meditations on the impermanence / illusory nature of the body very interested to see where you will go with this. -----signature----- Ou n'a tu pas tellement aime quelqu'un que tu avais peur de l'aimer au peur des souvenirs?
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/5/07 5:31am Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	I REALLY thought I had replied to this! Gorgeous. No surprise there. Please PM when you update. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 5/6/07 4:06pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Part 1 -- 1-May-2007
	Thanks to all for your lovely replies and to you lurkers for reading. Current PM List: earlybird-obi-wan Gkilkenny obi-gonjinn Valairy_Scot DarthBerryStraw VaderLVR64 Princess_Arulmozhi: Poor Obi-Wan indeed. He's worried about Qui-Gon, too. . Thanks for the reply! earlybird-obi-wan: Thanks for the reply! Gkilkenny: Glad you're enjoying it! More will be revealed. LuvEwan: Yes, the Force would have to be especially disturbing to freak out Obi-Wan. . Thanks for reading! Fifilla: Thanks for reading! obi-gonjinn: It did turn out weird and creepy, but it really didn't start out that way when I started writing the scene. It just sort of happened. Please dont let Quiggy die I love him!! Aaaawwww, you wouldn't want me to give anything away, would you? Valairy_Scot: Thank-you! Layren: Thanks! Yes, poor Obi-Wan; the Force is not always friendly. DarthBerryStraw: Very distrubing visions indeed. Thanks for reading! ratna: Hmmmm, I suppose in Jedi philosophy that the body is impermanent, especially given what Yoda says about missing people who have died in ROTS. That's definitely taking a larger view of things, but it's a little tough for young Obi-Wan to adjust to. Thanks for the reply! VaderLVR64: Thanks much! -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 5/6/07 4:14pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Parts 1-2 -- 6-May-2007
	o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o - - - part 2 Obi-Wan wanted to speak to Master Yoda that morning, but when he commed his request he only received a recorded message that the elder Council member was unavailable. After first meal, Obi-Wan went to the training arenas to practice. His participation with the embassy visits only came every third day. The rest of his time was split between a seminar on survival techniques, lightsaber practice and his studies. Obi-Wan scanned the large room of Jedi exercising, sparring and practicing lightsaber forms. Seeing a welcome and familiar form, he hurried to one training arena and took a seat on the bench next to it. Master Clee Rhara directed her Padawan, Garen Muln, through a series of spins and jumps, a simple exercise that tested a Jedi's response to spoken orders. "Jump back! . . . . Left! . . . . Down . . . . Stay down! . . . . Back!" Garen responded swiftly, gracefully diving and dodging with her shouted orders, his motions anticipating each one. Clee paced the perimeter of their training area, watching Garen, but her eyes flicked back toward Obi-Wan. Finally she called 'stop' and Garen spun back to her and, breathing heavily, bowed. "You have improved, but you still must learn to channel your strength through the Force better, my Padawan. And you have an admirer," the red-headed woman said with a smirk of amusement, her eyes glancing back toward Obi-Wan's bench. Garen grinned and Obi-Wan returned his friendly slap on the arm. "You can join us," Garen suggested, but his Master, still smiling, shook her head. "I have enough to do with training one of you." Clee told him. "Where is Qui-Gon?" "He has been sent on a mission by the Council," Obi-Wan answered. "And left you here to find your own sparring partners, I see." She nodded to them both. "I will leave you to each other's company. Padawan, I will be at the Archives." She bowed and left them. "She needs to finish reporting on our last mission," Garen explained. "We just got back." "Did it go well?" Garen grimaced. "Well, Clee said it went as well as could be expected, but I could have done better." Garen demonstrated with his lightsaber some aspects of deflecting blaster bolts that he had not heeded. "What's Qui-Gon mission?" Garen asked, deactivating his saber. Obi-Wan frowned. "I don't know. It's for the Council. But I wanted to talk to you about it." They left the training arenas and their echoing sounds of exertion. Strolling together through lower level halls of the Temple, Obi-Wan told his friend about his dreams, his inability to contact Qui-Gon, Yoda's advice and the result. "I feel like I need to do something," Obi-Wan finally admitted. "More," he added hastily. The flush of panic from his dreams had left him, but the memory of it disturbed his concentration and repeatedly intruded on his thoughts. He had no place to go. He did not know where the Jedi Council had sent Qui-Gon and communication was barred. Obi-Wan wanted to speak with Qui-Gon. Perhaps his Master had sensed something similar to his dreams, or could explain them. Qui-Gon might not have sensed anything at all. He might even be annoyed that Obi-Wan had contacted him about something so ephemeral and unreliable as a dream vision. But Obi-Wan would have welcomed Qui-Gon's disapproval over his present inaction. He was frozen in place, trapped in the Temple and his own inability to act. Garen had no answers. Obi-Wan had not expected that he would, but he felt better after telling him about his dream. "Maybe Master Clee can speak with Yoda about it?" Garen suggested. "I'm sure she'd be happy to speak for you. Or Yoda might let her talk to Qui-Gon for you?" Obi-Wan frowned. "I don't think they'll allow it. I have more reason to talk to Qui-Gon than she would, and they won't let me." Jedi did not com other Jedi on mission just to chat. Garen shrugged. "I don't think it can hurt to ask Clee about it. She won't do anything that she thinks is a bad idea." "I suppose not," Obi-Wan agreed. Then he smiled. "Thanks." Minor as it was, he had something to do other than wait and meditate. Garen grinned and slapped him on the shoulder. They found Clee in the Archive and after Obi-Wan had given her an abbreviated account of his visions about Qui-Gon (with a few prompts from Garen) she considered it. Clee looked at him with sympathy. "I regret that I do not have any better advice for you than Yoda. Dream visions are unknowable mysteries, Obi-Wan. It really is best not to get involved in them," she said, her voice low and serious. "I will tell Master Yoda that your meditation was even more disturbing than the vision itself. Perhaps if you can meditate together that will ease your thoughts. And if he can't, then Garen and I would be pleased to join you." She smiled and Obi-Wan reluctantly returned it. More meditation was not what he had been hoping for, but he would not turn it down either. Clee seemed to read his thoughts. "I cannot ask about Master Qui-Gon or his mission. That is the Council's affair only." Her tone had gone serious, but her face was kind and Obi-Wan appreciated that. He nodded his understanding. "But first, I must finish our last mission report. And I need you now for that, Garen." Obi-Wan bowed and promised to meet them for first meal in the morning. He left Master and Padawan together in the Archives. o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o Alone in his room, seated on a floor cushion, Obi-Wan thought of Qui-Gon. He recalled his Master telling him that he had been assigned to a priority mission by the Jedi Council. But he only shook his head when Obi-Wan asked about it. Obi-wan had accepted that any information about priority missions for the Council was not meant for Padawans and they discussed Obi-Wan's studies and training over the rest of their dinner. Obi-Wan's thoughts explored the details of that talk, their last long discussion before Qui-Gon left the following morning. Obi-Wan would continue to participate in the embassy visits. Of course, he would continue with lightsber training at their usual times. His studies of some ancient Jedi holocrons would be suspended since Qui-Gon needed to be present for him to access those, but he could use the break to review the related historical information. Qui-Gon had suggested that he might study with Padawan Teekoh. She was apprentice to Master Ynofique, who would also be on the same mission with Qui-Gon. Since Ynofique was an Archivist, Teekoh had some duties in the Archive. . . . Obi-Wan opened his eyes. It was evening. He faced the holo-window in his room, a wide image of a planetary crater illuminated by the nighttime reflections of a green sister planet. He had not followed up his background studies on the ancient Jedi holocrons yet and the one time that he had looked for Teekoh, she had been busy. But her Master was on the same mission as Qui-Gon. There were two others, but Obi-Wan did not know who. Qui-Gon only mentioned Ynofique and Teekoh as an aside when they were discussing his studies. Obi-Wan breathed in and out slowly. If he was seeing images of Qui-Gon dead, was it possible that Teekoh was experiencing something similar with her Master? He got up and put the floor cushion away under the table in his room. It was too late to politely com Teekoh for a meeting. Obi-Wan began to prepare for sleep. He would contact her in the morning. o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o \-O-O-/ o-o /O-O-O\ o-o Obi-Wan walked in darkness. He knew this was a dream. It had to be. He knew he should wake up, but he did not want to miss anything important. His boots thumped loudly on the black floor. In the distance he saw a faint horizon, a line of rising smoke in the distance into uneven patches of glowing, transparent blue. The smoke stabilized in places as other tendrils of it continued to drift upward. Obi-Wan's gaze followed it. He stopped walking. The glowing, smoky image of the top of his Master's face curved high above him. Obi-Wan tilted his head back looking up past forehead and hairline. He turned around, still following the translucent hair to the tie on the back of the head. On either side of him were two enormous ears, dimly glowing in the distance. Obi-Wan supposed that this was better than the last ghastly vision from his meditation. This was just. . . . weird. He seemed to be standing on a black plane that bisected a gigantic holographic image of Qui-Gon's head, and he was seeing it from the inside. A light breeze chilled his skin. He turned in that direction but there was nothing but the image of the face in the distance. The air moved again, this time with a long, low moan of discomfort. Obi-Wan saw a cloud of his own breath, glowing blue in the sudden cold. He listened carefully. The moan tunelessly groaned and faded into silence again, like a sleeper unwilling to leave the comfort of a dream. The air became still again. Obi-Wan's heart beat faster. He recognized the voice of the moaning. Icy air touched his cheek again. He turned his back to it. Air rushed around him, escaping. Now he felt the living Force going with it. Above his, the enormous eyes whitened, going blank. Obi-Wan threw his arms out, trying to catch some of it, but not even a trace of the ebbing life would stick to him. It ran away between his fingers, slipping around his body and limbs. The image around him began to break up. He threw his arms up, desperately trying to save some little bit. Obi-Wan stared up at the plain ceiling of his room, faintly tinted green from the light of the holo-window. Lowered his arms, he sat up. Emptiness froze his thoughts. He couldn't remember what Qui-Gon looked like. He knew what his Master looked like, what color his hair and eyes were, how tall he was, what he wore, but the image would not come. That was more disturbing than his dream. Had something happened? He sensed no violence, no danger, just like the other visions. Other than the dreams themselves, there was no disturbance in the Force, no immediate instinct to act, just the need. Obi-Wan got up, walked across the room and put his robe on over his nightshirt. His room felt very small and confining. He went out into the dimmed hallway to the lifts. He exited on a lower level, passing no one in the dimmed nighttime corridors. His bare feet made almost no sound on the cool floor. Without his boots on, the hem of his robe brushed the ground in his wake. Entering a large hall, he went to its center and looked up at the darkened ceiling high above. He closed his eyes. An impression of the vastness of the Force around him returned, like he was touching space itself far beyond the Temple. He realized that he had felt the same thing in his earlier visions as well. An involuntary chill of panic clutched his insides. Would Qui-Gon die in space? He automatically pushed past this thought to defuse the fear. A death in space was sudden and violent. He felt none of that. He felt as if Qui-Gon was not alive, but not gone either. Feeling lost, one dot in an immense galaxy, Obi-Wan looked up again. Where was Qui-Gon? --- tbc --- -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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azizah Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 5/6/07 5:01pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Parts 1-2 -- 6-May-2007
	Oops! I thought I had responded earlier, and after my whining for a new story too. Ok, this is starting to put me on edge. Come on Obi-Wan don’t just stand there, we need to do something! (Yeah, like make the author post more). Very effective, the emptiness is worse than the violence.
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ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 5/6/07 8:34pm Subject: RE: Jedi Dreaming -- Obi-Wan angst, Yoda, Qui-Gon eventually -- Parts 1-2 -- 6-May-2007
	Obi-wan's love for his Master is so moving. Especially in the context of everything else that you have written about this pair. (heart of the jedi blew me away) I'm afraid that your vision of them has just defined these two for me ever since....... and it's a very beautiful vision. The agonizing conundrum: I truly cannot conceive of a universe in which love like Obi-wan's is a bad thing. And yet, it is his Attachment for his Master that is now attaching him to his dream, calling it to him, to cycle and repeat in ever elaborating iterations -- the fractal of the soul. Loved your images (as always) your imagination -- DRL for the Jedi sounds so familiar .... Loved how his most recent version of the dream vaguely echoed the holo image on his window -- very subtle bow to the psychology of dreams as it is understood in this galaxy. Lastly, thank you so much for updating. If it's not too much trouble, could you also add me to the PM list? I'd be checking anyway, but, yeah. -----signature----- Ou n'a tu pas tellement aime quelqu'un que tu avais peur de l'aimer au peur des souvenirs?
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