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The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Chapter 9 *Updated 23/09/08*
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Glenstorm
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5/25/07 5:20pm
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Not all Wookies are good. 
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dimyavie
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Oh my gosh! That was an excellent post! Poor Obi-Wan! Hopefully things will get better in the future...but I'm doubting it at the moment...
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erikawr05
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5/25/07 7:55pm
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so thats what happened.
hummmm i wonder waht they want from him.
poor obi he still got in it and got beatn up.
bad wookies, cool.
great post , cant wait for more
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Valairy_Scot
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5/25/07 8:50pm
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With a hint of satisfaction he reached for the Force . . .
Only to find that it wasn't there.
Wildly he reached out again and again. But he might as well have tried to breathe in a vacuum.
Panic ripped through him, gushing like ice through his veins to every point in his body. The power that had been as much a part of him as breathing was gone. Gone.
The pain must have shown on his face because the Cobra gave another of his cold laughs.
“Missing something, Jedi?” he asked. Leaning down, he tugged on the collar, unnoticed until now, around Obi-Wan's neck. “Amazing isn't it? The effect of a Repellor. They're quite like a Ysalamiri lizard. As long as you wear it, you're blind to the Force. Ingenious, eh?"
He indicated another ominously glinting band around his own arm. “How do you think I got close enough to ambush you on the ship? You didn't even know I was coming until it was too late, did you?” He gave another hard tug on Obi-Wan's collar. “How does it feel to be just like everyone else, Kenobi?” he sneered.
Obi-Wan didn't answer, desperately trying to bring his panic under control. Drawing in deep breaths that seemed to contain no oxygen, he ran through the calming techniques he had learned as a child. They still worked, not as perfectly, but a mind so used to extended control could not be so easily untrained
Slowly his stilled his inner trembling and arranged his features to impassiveness. Opening his eyes, he glared at Ranak. “What do you want from me?”
Impressive chapter - great action, dialogue, pacing...love your words.
Poor Obi- but he is still a Jedi, even without the Force.
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Gkilkenny
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What a turn of events, and now Qui-Gon knows
Obi-wan is alive. 
But in what condition will he be in when Qui finds him 
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Fifilla
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Yeah, an update!
Great chapter! Finally we know what happened to Obi-Wan... poor boy! 
Three meters across the room. Three meters back.
Three meters across the room. Three meters back.
Obi-Wan prowled around his cell like a caged animal, the four cold, dank, rusty walls that held him chaffed unbearably against his spirit.
But even that was nothing compared to the sith-damned collar that held his very soul prisoner within the walls of his own body.
Very nice description! Loved it!
“Look at me, scum!” the Cobra shouted. Obi-Wan focused on the face, getting a good view of a broken nose. He blinked dazedly, looked like good work.
 Good job, Obi-Wan! 
Thanks a lot for the PM... and please, don't let us wait too long, update soon!
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VaderLVR64
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Excellent chapter! You really captured Obi-Wan's desperation and confusion.
Obi-Wan pushed those ugly thoughts away with an effort. They would not serve him now. Guilt could come later. Right now he had to alert Qui-Gon. These two villains were clever but they obviously hadn't factored a Jedi bond into their little scheme.
With a hint of satisfaction he reached for the Force . . .
Only to find that it wasn't there.
Wildly he reached out again and again. But he might as well have tried to breathe in a vacuum.
Panic ripped through him, gushing like ice through his veins to every point in his body. The power that had been as much a part of him as breathing was gone. Gone.
The pain must have shown on his face because the Cobra gave another of his cold laughs.
“Missing something, Jedi?” he asked. Leaning down, he tugged on the collar, unnoticed until now, around Obi-Wan's neck. “Amazing isn't it? The effect of a Repellor. They're quite like a Ysalamiri lizard. As long as you wear it, you're blind to the Force. Ingenious, eh?"
He indicated another ominously glinting band around his own arm. “How do you think I got close enough to ambush you on the ship? You didn't even know I was coming until it was too late, did you?” He gave another hard tug on Obi-Wan's collar. “How does it feel to be just like everyone else, Kenobi?” he sneered.
That was my favorite section.
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AngryWarrior
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5/27/07 12:32am
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Yes, an update. And a darn good one at that. Everyone else has pretty much said what I think, and thanks for the PM. As Fifilla stated please don't make us wait long on the rest of the story.
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Glenstorm
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5/27/07 3:54am
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RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 25/05/07
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Thanks everyone. Sorry about the sloth-like updates but this one is proving to be slow going. I'll try my best to speed up. 
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just found this one and it's great you can put me on the PM list too
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Great job with the fight and Obi trying to get away even without the Force. I see that his training was not enough but at least he tried. Unfortunately, it would seem that he needs help. Of course, Qui-Gon thinks he's dead so no one is looking for him at the moment.
Wonderful. Looking forward to more.
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hangin in there for Obi and Qui......
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Glenstorm
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They're hangin'. By a thread. As always.
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Poor Obi! I knew he wasn't dead! But to have to be captured by such evil people and force-suppressed too!
I hope Qui realizes that Obi's still alive and goes to rescue him!
Please put me on the PM list?  
Great story! And I'm looking forward to reading more!
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Glenstorm
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Chapter 5
Cold. He was freezing. Absently a hand reached for his cloak, only to be reminded that it was gone.
Obi-Wan moaned and came to his senses for the second time in as many days. His head pounded from the remnants of the sedative that they had given him but he forced it to move anyway.
A bleary glance told him he was once again secured in a small cell.
He was getting distinctly tired of that.
Remaining prone on the floor, Obi-Wan very gently began to test his body, checking it for any serious damage. As he did the results of his last activity began to themselves loudly known. He was a minefield of pulled muscles, cuts and bruises. Any movement caused him pain. He felt as if he had fallen of a cliff. Well, close, he had tangled with a Gammorean.
But thankfully there was no injuries that had the potential to incapacitate him. The Force for small mercies.
Wincing he pulled himself into a sitting position and looked round, glad that they had at least seen fit to untie his hands before loss of circulation damaged them for good.
The cell was empty of everything except himself. Plain white walls reflected the harsh light sharply into his eyes. There were no windows to the outside world and only one exit. But rather than a door this opening was barred by a force field, allowing the guards to see everything he was doing within the room.
No chance of taking them by surprise, Obi-Wan thought grimly.
So this was it, then. He had fought and lost and now he was a prisoner in this fortress, or what ever it was. He had no idea how he was going to get out of it. He was Force-blind, his lightsaber was gone and between him and his freedom stood impenetrable walls, forcefields and heavens knew how many armed guards. Then there was the endless frozen wasteland to deal with beyond that.
Oh, Force, what was he going to do?
Obi-Wan dropped his aching head into his hands as hopelessness washed over him.
He wished his Master was here. When Qui-Gon was next to him nothing ever seemed impossible to overcome. He sorely needed his Master's serene presence now.
On impulse Obi-Wan reached into the inner pocket of his ragged tunic and drew out the object that always resided there. Running his fingers over the smooth surface, he gazed at the river stone. The faint red veins winked silently up at him as the light caught its black depths, as if in greeting.
Obi-Wan smiled at it grimly. Force bound as he was he couldn't sense the rock’s small Force-signature but just the mere sight of it comforted him somewhat. It reminded him that the Force was still there. Like the sun riding above the clouds on a stormy day, it was still there.
He just had to rid himself of this damned collar first.
He didn’t know how he was going to accomplish that yet, but, where there was life there was hope.
Obi-Wan drew a deep steadying breath.
And he was still very much alive.
“Awake, my little Jedi?” a voice said behind him.
Quickly Obi-Wan shoved his stone back into his pocket. He didn't want it to be discovered and taken from him.
Slowly he rose to his feet and turned round, getting his first good look at Sonu.
The apparent leader of this group stared at him through the hazy blue shield of energy. Gloating.
Obi-Wan stared right back.
The man was short but very stocky with shoulders like a bantha. Dark hair covered a round head framing flinty, calculating eyes that indicated a cunning intellect.
And those eyes were studying him no less openly.
“I'd've thought such a fearsome warrior as a Jedi would be taller, boy,” he said, thin lips twitching in amusement.
What!
“Sorry to disappoint you,” Obi-Wan said evenly. If this man thought fearsome reputations went on size alone then he knew of a certain green Master who would be only to happy to change his opinion. Not that fighting made one great, of course.
”But no matter,” Sonu continued, “from what I saw outside, it will make little difference. Which is well, for you will need all of that impressive skill in the not too distant future.”
What 'not to distant future' would that be? Obi-Wan locked eyes with Sonu. “Tell me why I am here,” he demanded, in no mood for all these veiled hints of what was planned for him. “I warn you that when the Republic find out you have been holding a Jedi prisoner the results for you will not be pleasant.”
“Now, now, Jedi. None of that. Ranak told me of what transpired on Coruscant. A competent job, and I, like him, doubt if there will be a search. And if there is? Well I don't think that decrepit old government that you call the Republic is effective enough to do anything these days. No, Jedi, we're quite safe here and so I will tell you why you are present.”
Obi-Wan, incensed by Sonu's description of the Republic, glared at the man but listened carefully.
“You see, Jedi,” he said. “I run a sort of gladiator business in this establishment. People pay fortunes to see warriors from all over the galaxy fight against certain death in my coliseum here.”
Obi-Wan's heart took a steep and sudden plunge. He had an awful feeling he knew where this was going.
“I've found it to be a highly lucrative business. You wouldn't believe the amount of people who want to see the warriors and monsters of legend fight and die in great battles before their eyes” Sonu grinned wickedly at Obi-Wan’s sickened expression. “But of course,” Sonu continued. “no business is without its rivals and I'm afraid I've fallen rather behind mine. Profits have taken a turn for the worst. My last venture turned out badly. I put a lot of effort and money into capturing a famed warrior from Mandalor, but despite that he fell in the third round. The third round!” Sonu's face twisted into a scowl. “I can imagine how Hanala would've loved that.”
Obi-Wan didn't k know who Sonu was talking about but he assumed 'Hanala' was a business rival.
“I was most displeased to lose him, Jedi,” Sonu's eyes displayed just how displeased. “But then Ranak gave me an interesting idea: if people would pay a fortune to see a Mandalorian contend in the games. Imagine what they would give to see a Jedi. “ Sonu fixed his eyes on Obi-Wan. “No offence, Jedi, but a lot of my clientele would love to see one of your kind die in the pit.”
Obi-Wan pressed his lips together grimly, he could just imagine what sort of clientele Sonu was speaking of.
“I have to admit though, I was a bit hesitant about the idea at first but once Ranak mentioned it, it was just too good an opportunity to pass up. So here you are. My latest champion. I hope you wont disappoint.”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Then I'm sorry, but you are going to be disappointed. I will not harm anyone or anything in this pit that you have mentioned.” He allowed a slight smile to form on his face. “All of this has been for nothing.”
Sonu's features grew hard. “I thought that may be your answer. But think carefully about your position here, Jedi. It would be foolish to anger me, you were too expensive to waste now.”
Obi-Wan's gaze remained resolute. “I am well aware of my position, thank-you, and my answer stands. Do what you wish to me but I will not do it.”
A cold smile flickered across his captor's face. “Who said I was going to do anything to you, my boy? Like I said you are to valuable and I know that as a Jedi you are trained not fear any threats to yourself. But what of others?” he let the words hang for a few terrible seconds. “I have a lot of prisoners here, Jedi. Others that are not so valuable. So shall we say… for each time you do not comply with my wishes one of them will die by my guards’ hand.” His cunning gaze rested upon the Jedi. “So consider carefully, you can either compete with other warriors in a fair match, or an innocent bystander will lose their life. What's it to be, Kenobi? You are taught to protect the innocent, are you not?”
Sonu shifted from the sight of the suddenly dangerous ice blue eyes glaring at him from behind the force-field. He quickly covered his unease with a sickly grin. “The choice is yours. I'll give you a couple of days to recover from your little escapade outside the gates, then for my prisoners' sake, I hope you will have changed your mind.”
With that he turned and left, leaving only the empty air to bear Obi-Wan‘s gaze.
The young Jedi stood in the stunned silence that the man left in his wake, the ultimatum hanging like a lead weight around his neck.
What in the Force was he going to do? Slowly he let his trembling knees unlock and sank back to the cool floor, burying his face in his hands.
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