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LuvEwan Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/18/07 4:39pm Subject: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 2 8.1 - Date Edited: 7/31/07 11:08pm (5 edits total) Edited By: LuvEwan
	Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. A huge thank you to shanobi for the plot bunny and jumpstart to my writing muse. What has happened to our mild-mannered Obi-Wan? <<<<>>>> His stomach was a wild animal, making its needs known with high, gurgling moans. Obi-Wan couldn’t decide if the noises were loud enough for others to notice, if he only heard them so well because they came from his body. But surely he wasn’t alone in his ravenous, vocal hunger. The last meal taken by anyone in this assembly was the day before, and even it had been a scanty one, so that they could move smoothly into a period of cleansing. He was accustomed to functioning on a limited level of nutrients. He’d fought battles, escaped vicious mobs…but in such situations, the mind was on other things—namely, survival. But the cleansing was meant also as a time of reflection, deep thinking uninterrupted by physical activity. So really, there was nothing for him to do but sit and consider just what he would do for decent sustenance right now. He would have no qualms about spearing the Head Minister, or the straight-faced second hands that followed behind him like bleak, silent shadows. This cleansing had been the Minister’s idea, after all. And if that wasn’t enough, Obi-Wan could probably be easily persuaded to wound the Rain Followers, the group that assured the Head Minister that this exercise in play starvation would cause the skies to crack open. But if even that did not garner him the nourishment he lusted after, he supposed he could be convinced to knock Qui-Gon around a little, too. A lot, if necessary. His Master was the reason he was here, in this isolated cave on a planet fearing drought, instead of on a solo mission—what was supposed to be his first solo mission. But what almost-Senior Padawan would want to be taking that milestone step towards Knighthood when they could be cross-legged on a dusty floor, looking for dark clouds where there were none? “Obi-Wan?” He looked over at Qui-Gon, hoping that his mental barriers had not melted to a useless puddle in his hunger. “Yes, Master?” The man’s eyes were nearly black in the hovering shadow-light of the cave. “You’ve been talking to me for at least twenty minutes now, but I have no idea what you’re saying.” “Talking? But I—“ Obi-Wan frowned, confused, until a forlorn refrain from the regions of his midsection clarified his Master’s meaning, “Oh. Sorry.” Qui-Gon smiled. “No need to apologize. I’ve been making similar comments myself. But the sun’s close to setting, now. We should be eating soon.” Obi-Wan nodded, bringing his knees up to his chest and glancing at the still heavens beyond the mouth of their shelter. The others were talking quietly in pairs or small groups; a few stood solitary, or sat with their heads bowed, reciting what might have been chants in a language Obi-Wan could not understand. “Are you sure we’ll be eating tonight? It doesn’t look like rain will come within the next few hours, at least.” “Nor do they expect it to. It takes time for our offering, our willing instance of self-deprivation, to be acknowledged. The gods reward mastery of the body, not prolonged and unnecessary suffering.” Qui-Gon threw him a sly glance, “So no virgin sacrifices at dawn. I know how distasteful you find those.” “I don’t know, Master. Those are usually properly catered.” Qui-Gon laughed out loud, unaware or uncaring on the number of eyes that settled disapprovingly on him. “I’m thoroughly shocked, Padawan. One day without food and Obi-Wan Kenobi is suddenly soulless.” Obi-Wan only marginally attempted to suppress his grin. “Come now, don’t tell me you never suspected as much?” Qui-Gon wiped a bit of moisture from the corner of his eye and chuckled again. “I admit there were a few moments in your teenage years when I seriously wondered.” Two large, hard-muscled legs stopped in front of them. The High Minister looked down at the Jedi with dark, serious eyes. “You appear to be in good spirits as the cleansing ends. I take that as a positive omen from your Force.” He gave a brief smile before moving on, his second hands trailing at his heels. The High Minister of Alkri had requested a Jedi presence during the ceremonial plea for rain. The Alkri were fascinated by other cultures, and, his disgruntled gut notwithstanding, Obi-Wan respected the High Minister for involving the Jedi, as well as other representatives from beliefs outside of his own to participate in the cleansing. Why Qui-Gon thought there needed to be two Jedi present, instead of one, was beyond Obi-Wan. He didn’t know if Qui-Gon would explain his refusal of Obi-Wan’s solo assignment, or if it would remain shrouded by the Master and his sometimes elusive reasoning. The Council had not offered any clues as they informed him of Qui-Gon’s decision, impassive, their fingers steepled as if they had each created tiny, private temples with their hands, where they basked in serenity. Since that moment, he found he was missing his own form of peace. He centered himself again and again, peeling away the layers of worry and lesser emotion, but the question surfaced like a rock that was not quite heavy enough to sink. So that rock had gone sloshing and clattering around with him, from the Council chambers to the cave of Alkri and its gritty, stale air. He kicked a small stone by his boot. The gray thing rolled to a stop a foot or two away, dust drifting to the ground around it slowly. His teacher’s quiet voice drew Obi-Wan’s attention back to his face. “This was a time reserved for reflection, Padawan. Do you feel it has been worthwhile to you?” Not as worthwhile as a solo mission. “I believe it has, Master.” “I hear you say that, but I don’t see it in your eyes, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon admonished. “I’m not certain you’ve gleaned anything useful from the cleansing. I sense a lack of focus.” Obi-Wan tried to cool the sudden burn in his cheeks. He had been taken aback by Qui-Gon’s recent actions, withdrawing Obi-Wan from his mission when preparations were already underway. He was puzzled, but his initial response had deepened and ripened into something closer to irritation, to anger, to something unsettlingly akin to fear. Had he not sufficiently proved himself? What had he done to stir his mentor’s doubt? Was there not enough evidence of his abilities as a negotiator, mediator, warrior? Did Qui-Gon think the chosen task was too dangerous—too difficult—for him to handle? All of these questions, and they created a maelstrom in his head that a day of fasting could not still. “Perhaps I have been…distracted, Master.” He dropped his eyes to the dirt. “You would not be wrong to assume I haven’t taken advantage of the cleansing.” “I’m disappointed by that, Obi-Wan, but I’m not surprised.” Obi-Wan lifted his head swiftly. “I think, though, that you were even more surprised by my decision to postpone your mission.” “I…” Obi-Wan swallowed, searching for an answer that would not make him sound pathetic, or childish, or some abominable combination of the two. “I confess I did not expect it, Master.” Qui-Gon gave a slight nod, leisurely viewing the cloaked Alkri, a human species, as they prepared the much-anticipated meal. He did not look at his apprentice as he spoke, a fact which Obi-Wan counted as a small blessing. “And that is, perhaps, a matter of concern, Padawan. Your mind shies from the unexpected—chafing as though allergic to the very notion of it. When you see a stone in your path, one that you did not anticipate, it is instantly removed as an obstacle.” “And what would you have me do with obstacles?” A smile narrowed Qui-Gon’s eyes, “Reflect on them, if only for a moment, before taking your boot to them. Not all rocks are just rocks, after all.” To prove his point, he slipped his hand into a shallow fold of Obi-Wan’s tunic, and pressed the river stone into his palm. Obi-Wan closed his fingers over it. The familiar warmth of the poreless object thrummed past his skin, down into his bones. As always. He remembered how his joy at receiving an actual birthday present from his new Master had crumpled when he saw the river stone, a tiny speck nearly lost in the large planes of Qui-Gon’s open hand. How small he had felt in that instant, so much like the stone plucked from the river bed, only Obi-Wan had been taken from a cluster of initiates with hope-polished eyes. In those early days, with a heart raw and unsure, he waited for the venerable Master Jinn to realize his error, to pitch Obi-Wan back to that lonely stream. “And not all missions are just missions, even if they involve waiting for food and rain with your cruel instructor.” Qui-Gon added, coaxing Obi-Wan’s fingers from around the stone. It radiated the gentle heat of the Force, alive in the connection that existed between Master and apprentice. Obi-Wan kept it close to him, over his heart, as a reminder of what would never grow cold. <<<<>>>> Sometimes the aroma of food was better than the taste, in the same way that anticipation could be sweeter than the actual arrival of what one desired. But not tonight, Obi-Wan thought. Tonight he would savor every long-awaited morsel, let the taste seep into his neglected senses, carefully, as if there would never be another meal again. “I’ll inform the Head Minister that rain will no longer be needed to hydrate Alkri.” Qui-Gon commented from beside him, while great heaps of tender noodles, plump vegetables and shredded meats were soaked in a rich, brown sauce, then spread over woven wood plates. “Your drool shall suffice, Padawan. There should be enough to cover the entire planet before they bring those plates over here.” “And Coruscant as well,” Obi-Wan added with a half-crazed grin, “Alert the Supreme Chancellor.” With fluid movements, the Alkri bent before each guest, setting down the plates and a maroon-colored wine with all the reverence they might display toward an expensive heirloom left in their responsibility. Obi-Wan looked down at his steaming portion, and he felt he was being reunited with lost treasure. An heirloom indeed, for it seemed as though far longer than a day had passed since he tasted anything other than dust-dry air. The Head Minister stepped into the center of the circle the cross-legged assembly created. He sat down, flanked at such close proximity by his aides that he bumped his elbows continuously into their sides as he spoke. “We have shown our strength to the gods. A humble show, but not without its discomfort, its small sort of sacrifice. Our nourishment we were deprived, as the earth of Alrki has been deprived its nourishment. And now we break the cleansing and restore our bodies. We ask the gods to restore the body of Alkri.” Every set of eyes were trained on the Minister’s face. It remained perfectly expressionless; then he closed his eyes against the rest, breathed out, and brought a tangle of gleaming noodles to his lips. All around, the others lifted utensils, and soon the cave was filled with the uneven rhythm of eating. Clicks and scrapes and soft, deep gulps. Obi-Wan took up his fork, inhaling the warm scent wafting from the plate. He strategically assembled the first bite, ensuring that he had a bit of everything, creating an impressive sample. The noodles, still so hot they were slick, toppled off, and he swooped the fork down to retrieve— A hand smacked his away. His fork dropped in the middle of the beloved concoction, and he looked up at the hand’s owner, incredulous, disbelieving. “DON’T eat that, Padawan.” “What?” Obi-Wan’s gaze darted to the plate. Poison? What possible motive could the Alkri have for— “Hoi broth.” Qui-Gon explained it with two words, dragging the dish away from his stunned Padawan. “It’s in the sauce. I can taste it.” Obi-Wan couldn’t stop gawking at the perfect, luscious pile. His stomach gurgled. “Can’t I eat around it?” Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if a vomiting Jedi Padawan with a swollen face would do much for the ambience of the ceremony.” He stood and picked up both plates, glancing backward at Obi-Wan. “I’ll see if I can’t find us something else.” Obi-Wan took one final, crestfallen look at the food, then nodded. He watched his Master walk up to the Head Minister. They spoke quietly, barely moving, but he couldn’t pry his eyes away from them, for fear of seeing all the sated faces of his companions. His stomach felt like it was folding inside itself, and it howled again, the animal, a nastier version, reborn in the barren wilderness of his guts. When Qui-Gon turned to rejoin him, Obi-Wan smiled tentatively. A smile that fell flat as soon as he sensed an unpleasant roil in the Force. Qui-Gon sighed, settling down with his plate. “There is nothing in this cave that is not dripping in hoi broth, unless you count the dirt. But in keeping with the after-cleansing tradition of the Alkri, you technically couldn’t eat that, either. In the cave, everyone must eat the same meal, the meal used for generations to bring rain. So ration bars are out, too, unfortunately.” But that was the tiniest blow; ration bars were little better than a block of dust, anyway. The dust probably had the preferable texture, if he had to be honest. “I would accompany you outside, Obi-Wan, but the Head Minister just reiterated how grateful he is to have Jedi attendance.” “Outside?” Obi-Wan blinked, “I have to starve outside?” Qui-Gon looked genuinely sympathetic to his predicament. “Not partaking of the after-cleansing meal is considered an insult to the whole process, to the gods. But you can eat the ration bars outside of the cave.” Obi-Wan rubbed at his eyes, then rose. He knew that Qui-Gon had no impact on the situation. His Master never ate hoi broth, at least not in front of Obi-Wan. It was a tricky substance to identify, since it was so often added to other foods, therefore masking its appearance. Qui-Gon had become an adept at detecting it, ever since Obi-Wan’s accidental ingestion at a political dinner led to a frightening physical reaction and lengthy stay in the local medical center. Qui-Gon Jinn could list perhaps hundreds of dishes that contained the potentially dangerous ingredient. And, as he liked to say in these type of moments (which never failed to irk his apprentice) ‘There’s never hoi broth in a ration bar’. Never any flavor either, Obi-Wan grumbled to himself as he walked out into the forest. At dusk, Alkri was gray and bland, much like the thick rectangle of vitamins and minerals and…ash? in his hand. Another reason his solo mission was superior to this one: he was sure he would have been permitted to eat actual food on Alderaan. He picked a tree to sit under, and took a hunk out of the ration bar, ignoring the usual crack as the piece disconnected from the rest. Well, Force. Maybe it would rain, and then he’d have a decent drink. <<<<>>>> He thought he heard a voice, but decided it was his mind, echoing a moment from hours before. “Obi-Wan?” More insistent, too clear, too close, to be a fuddled fragment of memory. He opened his eyes and looked up at his Master through the night’s darkness and the stinging blur of interrupted sleep. He blinked. Sleep? He felt the unyielding support of the tree at his back; a tiny, errant leaf rested on his left knee. Then he frowned and ran his tongue over his teeth. “I have a weird taste in my mouth.” Qui-Gon reached out a hand. “Your mouth was hanging open. All manner of forest creatures probably took up residence.” Obi-Wan accepted the help, half-pulled to his feet. He wiped his hands down his tunic and leggings and hoped blearily that the dirt didn’t stain anything. Qui-Gon was already heading back to the cave, uniform neat and long hair tidied in a tail. The man glanced at him over a shoulder, “Come on, slowpoke. The transport leaves early in the morning.” Slowpoke. Slowpoke. Maybe if I’d had a gargantuan meal and a gallon of wine like SOME people I’d have more energy to keep up. Qui-Gon paused and turned to him again. “What did you say, Obi-Wan? I couldn’t hear you.” Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped up; he shook his head quickly. “I—I didn’t say anything.” “Oh.” Qui-Gon ruffled his hair and laughed. “I knew I was getting old. Just promise you won’t tell anyone. It would ruin my image.” Obi-Wan laughed in turn, following him into the silent cave. <<<<>>>> -----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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Valairy_Scot Title: PT Rewrite Winner Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/18/07 5:31pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18 - Date Edited: 7/19/07 10:16am (1 edits total) Edited By: Valairy_Scot
	Oh, very, very good. Starving Obi-Wan and his noisy stomach. I'd hate to be between Obi-Wan and real food after such a trying time. Edited to add: somehow I was thinking this was a one -shot. If not, please add me to the PM list. -----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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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/18/07 6:58pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Excellent! But then again, your work always is! No one writes Obi like you! Please PM when you update this. -----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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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/18/07 7:15pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	I love that Qui-Gon was so attuned to Obi-Wan's allergy to hoi broth. Poor guy that he had to eat ration bars. I am wondering why Qui said no to Obi's first solo mission. I don't think he'd do it just because. Lovely. Loved the way the two of them interacted. I also loved how Obi is starting to pull away. Great job. Please PM me with updates. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 7/18/07 7:17pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Oooh a LE fic!! Qui-Gon laughed out loud, unaware or uncaring on the number of eyes that settled disapprovingly on him. “I’m thoroughly shocked, Padawan. One day without food and Obi-Wan Kenobi is suddenly soulless.” Obi-Wan only marginally attempted to suppress his grin. “Come now, don’t tell me you never suspected as much?” Love the relationship they share here. Qui-Gon paused and turned to him again. “What did you say, Obi-Wan? I couldn’t hear you.” Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped up; he shook his head quickly. “I—I didn’t say anything.” “Oh.” Qui-Gon ruffled his hair and laughed. “I knew I was getting old. Just promise you won’t tell anyone. It would ruin my image.” Obi-Wan laughed in turn, following him into the silent cave. I so agree with MamaVader. Can I also be added to the PM list? -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 7/18/07 8:06pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	I wonder why Qui-Gon did not let him go on his solo mission surely it wasn't so he could starve Obi-Wan Then he frowned and ran his tongue over his teeth. “I have a weird taste in my mouth.” Qui-Gon reached out a hand. “Your mouth was hanging open. All manner of forest creatures probably took up residence.” He probably ate a few too. Excellent start may I be added to the PM list. -----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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Fifilla Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 7/18/07 11:46pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Interesting beginning! Then he frowned and ran his tongue over his teeth. “I have a weird taste in my mouth.” Qui-Gon reached out a hand. “Your mouth was hanging open. All manner of forest creatures probably took up residence.” I love how you write the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan! -----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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ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/19/07 12:30am Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Poor Obi-Wan!!! Somebody cook that boy a meal. WITHOUT hoi broth (whatever that is.) -----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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ClaudiaR Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 7/19/07 12:31am Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	A LE fic! Great to see! I am glad for it! I wonder the reason Qui-Gon had for dragging his apprentice from his chose mission... but I wager it was just so he would have some company during the ceremony! I want a PM please when you update! -----signature----- LURK&STALK It takes a specialist to do it right " Getting to stalk around importantly was quickly becoming the best part of pretending to be a Sith. " Obi-Wan in Deptions by Amrita_Glittersong
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Nimloth Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/19/07 1:34am Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	I´m just wondering what are the teachings that Qui-Gon´s sometimes elusive reasoning is trying to impart to Obi-Wan! Wonderful beginning! I´m very happy to find a new fic by you, LuvEwan!
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C1-J2 Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 7/19/07 3:16am Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Intriguing . . . I really like the way this is starting out, and I love your writing style! Somehow I get the feeling that this may not turn out to well for Obi-Wan. Please put me on the PM list! -----signature----- The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear? Psalm 27:1 ". . . you will never again be frightened by what you might have become. Or indeed, by what your future might make you." -Lucien Percival Smith, The Boys Next Door Christian1st-Jedi2n
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KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/19/07 4:10am Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Oh poor Obi!! I hope the transport has something he can eat. I loved the banter between Obi and Qui. Please add me to your PM list for this. Looking forward to more -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/19/07 9:10am Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Wonderful first post! I love the interaction between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan! It was so true to their character. I have been a fan of your work for a long time and I'm so looking forward to this story. Please add me to your PM list, so I don't miss an update! -----signature----- The Past Revisited http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28440949 Lessons Learned http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28580784 Remembrance http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28009025 Padawan to dianethx
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Luminara_Kenobi Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 7/19/07 12:59pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	lol, poor Obi. My stomach revolts to the point where I'm ill if I don't feed it regularly . It seemed like a one-shot to me, too, but I would be thrilled to get pm's for the other installments, pretty please!! -----signature----- Oafie & Lulu Long Live the original JA series-- why did it go out of print?! Long Live Freedom of Speech!!! Constantly thinking of new and innovative ways to shave Obi-Wan I miss you, too.
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Glenstorm Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 7/20/07 2:53pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Come on, slowpoke Absolutely brilliant as always, LE! I never fail to be left in awe of your work. The way that you write Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon... speechless. Loved the touch with the Hoi-broth. Poor Obi. Please, please put me on the PM list if there is to be more of this. -----signature----- "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." Songfic writer addict! All of of my Fics and FanArt can be found in my bio
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DarkAnakinfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/22/07 8:14pm Subject: RE: Incinerate (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon) Part 1 7.18
	Poor Obi-Wan. My stomach just growled in sympathy for him. I love how qui-Gon knows so much about the foods Obi-wan can't eat & does such a good job of watching our for him. Please dd me to your PM list.
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