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Ginger_Jedi Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 2/1 6:44am Subject: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 24 - Date Edited: 2/24 3:29am (2 edits total) Edited By: Ginger_Jedi
	Hey everyone. Here's the first chapter of the follow-up to Parenthood My plan is to update weekly but real life will interrupt that process down the line I think. Disclaimer: Star Wars is property of George Lucas. I'm not making any money off of this story. Summary: Obi-Wan finds himself in the depths of Coruscant's forgotten sub-levels after terrorists launch an attack on the city. Can he keep himself and his young charge safe? And will Qui-Gon and Mace Windu be able to discover who's behind the attack before it's too late? Downtown Tired, footsore and ready for at least a Coruscant Standard Day of sleep, Obi-Wan stepped into his small room with a heaving sigh of relief. He and Qui-Gon had been away from the Temple for a year, missions and training keeping them far from the Jedi stronghold. There hadn't even been a break for his twentieth birthday, now six months past, which had been spent on the run from a rather angry hoard of Nargozians who hadn't been too happy with Jedi intervention in the war they were enjoying far too much. Now, back home, all he really wanted was a nice long break, where his major concern need only be what flavour tea to drink as he read a new novel. The galaxy's troubles would have to be someone else's problem for a little while. He had barely had the chance to drop his bag on the ground when his Master, calling from their apartment's main living space, informed him he had a visitor. "Obi-Wan!" A small child launched itself across the threshold, latching onto Obi-Wan tightly. Despite his tiredness, he couldn't help but smile and wrap his arms around the small figure who had clamped herself around his legs. "Hello Aebii. You've grown again, haven't you?" "A whole inch!" The girl claimed in gleeful delight. She still didn't reach Obi-Wan's waist, but apparently she was quite certain that she was now very, very tall. "I'm already the tallest girl out of all of us in the Crèche. I'm even taller than Anshi, and she’s seven!” Suspecting Anshi wasn’t human, Obi-Wan nevertheless congratulated Aebii on her growth spurt and, after a soft prompt from the Force, asked her what she planned on doing with her day. The little girl instantly drew away from Obi-Wan. She clasped her hands behind her back, swished one foot back and forth and looked down at the ground so that her hair, long and falling free of its braid, covered her face. She was the picture of coy. And Aebii was about to prove herself to be a master manipulator. //The child wants something, Obi-Wan// Qui-Gon commented over their bond, his amusement clear. //Perhaps this is her answer to a certain someone’s... how do the girls put it... ah, yes, puppy dog eyes.// //I make no such expressions!// //Padawan, surely you lie! Surely you practice in the mirror!// Blushing bright red, Obi-Wan steered clear of any further responses (much to Qui-Gon's amusement) and crouched down to Aebii’s level. “Is there something you want to do?” “Um... well... there’s this festival...” It turned out that Aebii wanted to attend one of Coruscant’s large festivals, a place where there would undoubtedly be lots of rides, candy and excitement for the young one to enjoy. Compared to the sedate pace of Temple life, the festival was a veritable excitement overload. The only catch was that Aebii had to find someone of an appropriate guardian age to accompany her... “Please Obi-Wan? I’ve done all my homework and I promise I’ll behave myself! Master Yumi even said she‘d give me some credits so it wouldn't cost you anything and...” “Obi-Wan, you’ve got the entire day free,” Qui-Gon added, smiling kindly at Aebii. “Please, enjoy yourself at the festival.” //Master I...// //Wouldn’t want to disappoint your little friend, would you Obi-Wan?// Giving the mental equivalent of a sigh, Obi-Wan said, //No// before lamenting (over the bond) about his loss of a well-earned nap. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan gave Aebii a smile and held out his hand. “Let’s go and see Master Yumi about those credits.” Whooping with delight, Aebii grabbed Obi-Wan’s hand and began dragging him out of his apartment. Obi-Wan barely had time to catch his Master’s request to be home before it grew dark, for Aebii was young and Coruscant’s nights were not always the place for the young. Obi-Wan heard a similar lecture from Master Yumi, only with an extra chorus of “If my chrono reads even a moment after 21:00 hours, you will be in trouble. I will recommend to Master Jinn that for every minute you are late, you will meditate for an extra hour on timeliness.” Still holding Aebii‘s hand, Obi-Wan gave a hurried yet respectful bow. “Yes Master Yumi.” "Same goes for you Aebii, so make sure Padawan Kenobi keeps his mind on the time." "Yes Master Yumi!" Aebii replied, all grins and smiles. She would agree to just about anything if it meant they could get the lecture over faster. Holding her stern look for a brief moment longer, Yumi then broke out into a massive grin. “Be sure to have fun you two.” She passed a small pouch of credits to Obi-Wan. “But I’m serious about that curfew! On time or lots of meditation!” They took a small speeder down to where the festival was being held in one of Coruscant’s lavish theatre districts. The festival was in full swing, loud and full of happy people. First stop were the games - the prize shoot out in particular - and Aebii was soon in possession of a brand spanking new stuffed Ewok thanks to Obi-Wan’s perfectly accurate aim. The stall’s owner hadn’t been too amused to know that the young man was a Jedi, but he didn’t discount Obi-Wan’s victory. Next came the obligatory dose of heavily sugared foods and, once Aebii was sufficiently overdosed (Obi-Wan figured he’d better run the child ragged to avoid a lecture on too much sugar for five-year-olds from Master Yumi later that night), she found a vendor who sold her balloon and they moved on through the heaving crowds. Obi-Wan didn't dare let go of Aebii. He didn't know why, other than an innate protectiveness that sprung up in him, but something was telling him to keep a close eye on Aebii. They reached the area of the festival dedicated to different troupes who were putting on various shows for their captivated audiences. Aebii was utterly delighted, dancing around in front of Obi-Wan as her senses took in the sheer volume of life exploding into action around her. There were street acrobats throwing themselves into dizzying tumbling sequences and performers setting up amazing tricks with disappearing (and thankfully reappearing) cards and credit chips. One such 'magician' (proclaiming himself to be Gadgg the Great) even managed to set things on fire by just looking at them, creating the names of various audience members out of flame. Aebii was enthralled and even Obi-Wan, despite the cynicism that came with age, found the tricks to be very impressive. Then there were large groups of dancers moving so perfectly with each other to the music that, to Aebii’s young mind, it all must have seemed like magic. The various groups were on numerous stage set-ups, but one pair of dancers impressed Aebii above all others. “Look Obi-Wan, they’re dancing on the water!” She was pointing at a pair of female Mizuri, a species that had no Force ability whatsoever but had developed an unbeatable ability to stand, and subsequently dance, on water. Eyes wide with wonder, Aebii asked, “D‘you think I could do that?” Receiving no immediate response, the girl turned and found Obi-Wan’s eyes distant and distracted. For the first time since touching down at the festival, Aebii's joy was suddenly tempered by unease. “Obi-Wan?” He jerked back to himself. “Sorry Aebii. It’s... just stay close to me okay? Hold my hand.” He smiled at her reassuringly. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Now, what did you want to see?” Moment forgotten, Aebii pointed once again at the dancers. "It's so amazing Obi-Wan. I wanna know if I can do it too!" Obi-Wan struggled to think of an answer that wouldn't lead to Aebii drowning herself. "Um..." Yeah, it was hard not to put ideas in impressionable minds. He himself had come up with a few crackpot ideas in his childhood that had resulted in broken bones and stints with the healers. He therefore went with the absolute best choice of all: the truth. "No Aebii. There are some things even Jedi can't do." "Aw, it looks so amazing too!" The closer they got to where the dancers performed, the thicker the crowd became until Aebii had to sit on Obi-Wan's shoulders in order to see the dancers. Their feats were truly impressive, dancing across the water's surface with impeccable ease. The body of water itself was a technical marvel - a globe of water hanging above the abyss of Coruscant's city, held up by an ingenious use of gravity-manipulation technology. It was a brave thing indeed to perform in Coruscant's air, for the drop below was seemingly endless. No one really knew how far down it was to the planet's surface any more, the skyscrapers built up on top of others that had long since become obsolete. Many theorised that if someone were to jump from the top of a Coruscant skyscraper, they'd pass out from oxygen depravation long before they hit the true ground. Regardless of that, the dancers leapt, twisted and slid around each other, the rhythmic movement never missing a single beat. The music was dramatic, the dancers' movements full of power and excitement, and yet undeniably graceful too. The extra joints Mizurian people had definitely added a whole new dimension to dance, their lithe bodies capable of feats no human could ever accomplish. The two weaved around each other, their bodies so close it seemed as though they became one entity. They moved like the water they glided over, seemingly limitless in the forms they could take. Suitably amazed though he was, Obi-Wan couldn't pull his mind away from the continuing sensation that something was wrong. And when Aebii suddenly jumped off his shoulders, the passing worry became a full-blown alarm. He called out to her and she stopped long enough to turn blank eyes up at him before she moved on. Obi-Wan was stunned to see such emptiness. It was as though Aebii had been drained from her own body. But what had overwhelmed the child to such a degree without some kind of physical touch? The Force was full of warning but it was unspecific. Obi-Wan couldn't pinpoint an attacker or the cause of Aebii's suddent transformation. There was no sense of it being the work of a Dark Force user either, but Obi-Wan’s skin crawled from the sickly evil he could feel casting a shadow over this otherwise bright and lively festival... What in all the hells was he doing, standing there and thinking?! Obi-Wan began pushing his way through the crowd that was unknowingly separating him from his young charge. “Aebii, wait!” She was heading unerringly for the water the dancers performed on. The water would not hold her and the drop over the edge was unknowably long. If she fell, she would not live to cry or laugh about it. “Aebii!” Her balloon drifted away into the sky as she reached out for the water. People were noticing her now, gasping and calling out. One foot was stuck out in midair and with another step, Aebii would plummet in to Coruscant‘s twilit depths. “Stop!” Obi-Wan reached out to her with the Force, but it slipped off of her. His eyes went wide with surprise. Was she somehow negating its power? That wasn’t even possible when Aebii didn’t have such strength. No, someone had done something to her without Obi-Wan noticing, without any kind of... Everyone will die. Obi-Wan was nearly driven to his knees by the sheer power of the words as they ripped into his mind. Behind him, somewhere amidst the food vendors, a massive explosion ripped through the crowd. Screams and blood tore through the air, a large cloud of smoke standing out harshly against the blue sky. Obi-Wan was mostly out of range, but his senses told him it was an anti-Force grenade, a powerful weapon the Jedi were frighteningly susceptible to. The Force was fractured even where Obi-Wan stood, his grip on the eternal energy definitely weakened, but the pain of those caught in the blast still rippled over his consciousness. He stumbled, his mind torn between the victims, the bomb and his own disorientation but his eyes were on Aebii and she was about to fall so he had to keep going, he had to reach her before it was too late. He tried again to reach out to her with the Force, but the blast had reduced his usually firm control to little more than a pathetic tug. One of the dancer’s had noticed Aebii, stopping to grab the child. But Obi-Wan could see that the Mizurian couldn’t reach and, with every inch of effort and power in his body, he threw himself forwards. His hand closed around Aebii’s wrist, the tiny limb frighteningly cold. He pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her as he threw himself backwards. Backwards into someone’s hands. A wisp of hot air breathed over Obi-Wan’s ear, but whatever words were spoken were lost to the cacophony of screams and yells from the crowds. Words were not needed though. Obi-Wan didn’t even need foresight to tell him of what was about to happen. There was no chance to see or sense who it was. Obi-Wan had time for only one action, and that was to clasp Aebii tightly to him, because they were going over the edge and there would be no stopping it now. He gathered what Force he could, more of it slipping past him than wrapping around himself and Aebii as, in moments that were agonisingly slow, they began to fall. Air rushed past him, his feet were no longer grounded. His stomach and his heart suddenly felt like they’d been left behind. The sky disappeared. To Be Continued -----signature----- JC User of the past. Nostalgia can be fun sometimes.
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Blue_Lightsaber42 Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 2/1 5:45pm Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) New - Feb 1
	Yay!!! You have a sequel!!! Keep going! But what did you do to Aebii? Don't let them die! -----signature----- SSEoCDaC/PFEEoCDaC,BDTAT Twin Sun 17 Co-Founder of the Rebellion Proud Master of DarthAnakin101 and Ithonya from Trika-> //hug
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Valairy_Scot Title: PT Rewrite Winner Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 2/1 6:15pm Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) New - Feb 1
	Oh...Force. You just had to drop this chapter here (yeah, I'm punning like crazy). Can't wait to read me. PM list 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. I'm a writer, not a storyteller.
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Meredith_Kenobi Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 2/1 7:47pm Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) New - Feb 1 - Date Edited: 2/1 7:48pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Meredith_Kenobi
	You have such a powerful way with words! The way you described those Mizurian water dancers...WOW. I could see them. That was awesome. And then that part: Everyone will die. Was really creepy. My heart skipped a beat. It might have helped that there was a tense part in a movie going on right next to me, but.... And then that cliffhangar?!?! I hope you update soon. Please keep me on the PM list! -----signature----- Proud to be ZaraValinor's Padawan Delighted to be brodiew's Master
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 2/2 3:01am Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) New - Feb 1
	I wonder if Obi-Wan is regretting the fact that Aebii likes him so much! A wisp of hot air breathed over Obi-Wan’s ear, but whatever words were spoken were lost to the cacophony of screams and yells from the crowds. Words were not needed though. Obi-Wan didn’t even need foresight to tell him of what was about to happen. There was no chance to see or sense who it was. Obi-Wan had time for only one action, and that was to clasp Aebii tightly to him, because they were going over the edge and there would be no stopping it now. Thanks for the PM I appreciate your time. -----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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Ginger_Jedi Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 2/8 10:04am Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) New - Feb 1
	Big huge THANK YOU to my lovely Angel5000 for beta-reading with such fantastic style Any remaining issues are my own. And thank you for your comments. Again, if you want PM alerts to posts, let me know Blue_Lightsaber42: What did I do to Aebii indeed? Hmmm... I'm so glad you enjoyed the post. Valairy_Scot: You're on the list Hee, and feel free to drop all the puns you like. I am fond of a well-placed pun Meredith_Kenobi: Your comments are so wonderful, thank you! Gkilkenny: giggles Poor Obi-Wan, attracting so much trouble even from teeny tiny girls XD Downtown Chapter Two Mace Windu hurried through the Temple’s long hallways, ignoring the openly curious looks his fellow Jedi gave him as he swept by. His stern visage and imposing presence ensured that anyone in his path quickly scattered out of the way. Windu was a man on a mission, and everyone was certain it was something to do with the disturbance they all felt in the Force. The worst seemed to be over, the sudden shriek that passed through the minds of all the Jedi had now faded into a duller and yet no less disturbing murmuring of unease. Mace reached his destination, knocking on the door. Qui-Gon opened it almost before Mace could pull his had back, his blue eyes darkened. “You know the source of the disturbance,” Qui-Gon stated. “Yes, we do.“ Mace didn’t step into his friend’s apartment. The two of them would soon be on their way out of the Temple. “There was an explosion at a festival not too far from here.” “Where Obi-Wan is.” “Obi-Wan, and many other Jedi. It was an anti-Force bomb.” Qui-Gon was suitably shocked but controlled his reaction. He stepped out of the apartment and the door slid shut. The pair headed for the Temple’s hanger. “Do we have a list of suspects?” “There are always several likely possibilities, but we will have to investigate before we make any final decisions.” Mace gave Qui-Gon a sidelong look. “Anything from Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon made a face, one that suggested his intense look of concentration was partly a mask for deep anxiety. “Not exactly. His presence is still there but distant and... hard to focus on. I tried to reach him over both the bond and a comlink but there's been no luck so far.” “The effects of the bomb no doubt. The Council has had similar reports from Jedi across the Temple.” Qui-Gon released his anxieties as best he could but the lingering unease the Force carried refused to dissipate. If the Force remained disturbed, it suggested that something else, another attack perhaps, was likely. For now though, they had to reach the festival and aid with the clean up. Then, he was sure, he would find his Padawan and... “Masters, please wait!” Qui-Gon and Mace turned to see a small figure flying towards them, wings propelling him rapidly. It was Jarc, Yumi’s former Apprentice turned paediatric nurse. He reached them, landed and offered a hurried bow. “Master Yumi told me about what happened and asked that I accompany you. She said there were several initiates at the fair and although she worries a great deal, she‘s got to stay with one of the new babies.” “If you can be spared, you’re welcome to come,” Qui-Gon said. “I already made sure I wasn’t needed. Besides, there will doubtless be many injuries and I will be able to help - Force or no Force. Another team of healers is on the way as well.” The trio continued to the hanger in silence where a small planet-bound transport vehicle waited. Soon they were in the air, hastening towards the source of the Force’s discomfort. *** Obi-Wan didn’t think he’d ever lost consciousness. He was sure that at one point he’d slammed his eyes shut and hadn’t thought to reopen them until now. Actually, he mused as he gazed up into darkness, he was pretty sure that fall would’ve killed him... ...and Aebii. Obi-Wan jerked upright, finding Aebii still clutched in his arms. She was still, eyes remaining shut even after he called to her. He tried to probe her mind with the Force, but his grip on it remained too slick. He had been rendered practically incapable of using the Force, even though he could still feel it. Never had he felt so useless and frustrated. Standing slowly, Aebii in his arms, Obi-Wan was glad to make it to his feet with minimal aches and pains. From around him, tiny bulbs of light just barely clung to life. They seemed to be in a massive warehouse; all around were rusting support pillars, discarded cargo containers, some with their long since rotted produce spilling out, and even a long-since abandoned delivery speeder. Just how far into Coruscant’s lower levels had they fallen? Shifting Aebii’s weight onto one arm and holding her on his side, Obi-Wan freed up his other hand to reach for the glowstick he always carried. It flared into brilliant white light, revealing the true state of degradation. The floor on which he stood was giving away, massive holes gaping open in various areas. Obi-Wan was in fact standing on pile of rubble that had, at one point, comprised part of the ceiling... or maybe the roof... it was hard to tell when even the brightness of his glowstick failed to penetrate the gloom far above. He had to assume that the debris had followed them down when they’d crashed through it. A little voice deep in his mind desperately asked to know where the sky had gone, because surely it should’ve been visible far above, but that was an issue Obi-Wan couldn’t address. Instead he carefully picked his way down to the flat, if not particularly stable, ground. Once there, he raised his hand and laid it on Aebii’s cheek. The girl was still frighteningly chilled. Obi-Wan crouched down, placed her on the ground and then shrugged out of his cloak so that he could wrap it around her. Once bundled, he lifted her once again. He found himself missing the sling he had once carried her in. Obi-Wan cautiously began picking his way across the floor, wishing he could regain his usual focus and steadiness. Instead, it was as though he had been cast adrift, removed from a part of himself and left to wander the decayed, silent landscape he had opened his eyes to. He didn’t even know if this was in fact still Coruscant. It was so alien to the city he knew. And there was another question pressing his mind. How had they fallen so far and lived? Maybe this place was hell. That, or someone had planned this and ensured that Obi-Wan and Aebii would have a safe landing. Obi-Wan recalled the words that had shot into his mind just before he’d grabbed Aebii. Everyone will die... His arms tightened around Aebii. It hadn’t been the Force that had alerted him. No, someone with powerful talents had smashed through his mental shielding to place that kind of a warning. And, of course, the anti-Force bomb. Obi-Wan had suffered numerous run-ins with such weapons over the years but in Aebii’s company, one incident came to the forefront of his memory: Boss, and his fellow soldiers, all of whom had been graduates of the Anjeru Military Academy burning with anti-Jedi passion. Obi-Wan forced the recollection away. No, there were plenty far more likely enemies who could have launched such an attack. Anjeru was now merely a memory, its soldiers dispersed and its absolute worst still imprisoned. Paranoia would get him nowhere. No, right now he had to focus less on who had done this and more on how to get out. He looked for what appeared to be clearest path and began walking, hoping that at some point he would find a wall and, not too long after that, a door. It took a little while, but eventually Obi-Wan found the room’s perimeter. He began following it in a clockwise direction, keeping as close as he could at all times and only stepping away when holes or debris forced him to step away from the wall. But there was no door. There wasn't even the vaguest hint that there had once been a door that had later been bricked up. That meant the only way out was to jump through one of the holes in the floor, and that was far from a comforting thought. Obi-Wan, like just about every other member of the Jedi Order, had grown up with the horror stories of what lurked in the depths of Coruscant's long since abandoned foundations. A city built on the ancient foundations of other civilisations, its origins were lost to time itself. In the Crèche, Initiates would pass on tales of monsters, ghosts and all kinds of supernatural beings, hoping to scare each other into screaming and nightmares. Obi-Wan had even tried out a few of the most blood-curdling on his Master, but Qui-Gon’s reaction was, disappointingly, no reaction at all. Walking away from the wall, Obi-Wan looked down into one of the holes, his glowstick revealing another floor below. He took in a deep breath, tasting the ancient air as he did so. Was this really the best idea he could come up with? Going further down to eventually go up made little sense, but when down was the only option... He jumped before he could talk himself out of it. The landing was hard and painful, Obi-Wan's balance completely off due to the extra weight in his arms. He landed on his feet, only to topple backwards. He crashed to the ground, sending a massive plume of dust into the air. Coughing, eyes watering, and legs trembling from the impact, Obi-Wan staggered away to find fresher, if chillier, air. Once clear of the dust cloud, Obi-Wan turned his attention back to Aebii. She slept on, but he was hugely relieved to find her body at a much healthier temperature. He was tempted to wake her, but decided against it. He needed to come up with something good to tell her, something that didn't sound as hopeless 'We fell somewhere far below the surface and the fact that we're still alive means that there's someone here waiting for us...' But, Obi-Wan considered as he surveyed yet another massive chamber abandoned to time, it was hard to believe that any other life stirred here. The air was stale, foul on the tongue and uncomfortable in the lungs. The darkness seemed more than a natural occurrence of a place with little light, the shadows older and thicker than any Obi-Wan had previously encountered. They were in a strange place left over from days long gone, a place where the past had been rotted and buried by the present. Obi-Wan's eyes surveyed the crumbling remains of empty crates, long-since discarded food packages and, in a very distant corner, a filthy bear. The distant Force still resonated with a sense of time's insurmountable depth. No one had been here in centuries - maybe even more centuries than Yoda's life had seen. In the gloom, Obi-Wan could just about make out the shape of a door. He headed towards it cautiously, testing his footing whenever the flooring seemed especially rickety. He made it safely but the door was proving less than willing to open. Obi-Wan had to place Aebii on the ground so that he could wield his lightsaber well enough to cut through the otherwise immovable door. Obi-Wan soon sliced it open, the door falling outwards with a horrifically longwinded groan and screech of metal. It's explosive crash woke Aebii, the little girl shrieking in shock. Eyes wide, breathing panicked, the girl at least seemed considerably livelier than she had before the fall. She looked around, eyes roaming and head turning rapidly as she tried to figure out where she was and why she was wrapped in a large cloak. "Hey, Aebii, it's okay. You're safe." The child was still frightened, cold sweat slick on her hands as she grabbed Obi-Wan. "What happened? My head was hurting and everything changed... It went dark but I could still hear everything around me but now I don't know where we are!" Obi-Wan shushed the child, pulling her close as she trembled in his arms. He knew he had to find out what she remembered but first he had to calm her down. She had to feel safe again so he held her as she cried, his hand brushing through her tangled hair. Eventually she began to calm and Obi-Wan began to drag her memories out. "There was a voice in my mind," she said, her quiet voice still echoing in the massively empty warehouse. "And then I couldn't see anything but I could hear you calling and I could hear everyone else too. Then..." She frowned hard, gathering her thoughts and changing recollections into words. "Then there was a really loud noise and then... then..." She gasped, her hands tightening painfully around Obi-Wan's arm. "I can't reach the Force!" She was on the verge of tears again, breath hiccupping out of her. "Did something in me break?" "No, definitely not." Obi-Wan quickly explained the effects of the anti-Force bomb that had been used, keeping his explanation simple enough for Aebii to understand. "It feels bad right now, but it'll come back eventually." He stood up and held out one hand. "Now, what do you think about getting out of here?" Brushing away the last of her tears, Aebii gave a nod and took Obi-Wan's proffered hand. She asked him if he wanted his cloak back, but he simply rearranged it around the little girl, telling her to keep it until she felt warmer. "But it's getting all dirty." Aebii was completely swamped by it, the well-worn brown robe too long by far. "Won't Master Jinn be angry?" "Oh, it's all right Aebii, keep it." Holding her hand, Obi-Wan stepped through the doorway and pulled Aebii with him. "I need to get a new one anyway." They found themselves in a long, narrow hallway. Obi-Wan, after clipping his lightsaber back to his belt, held the glowstick up, squinting in the vague, and ultimately futile, hope that he would be able to see something in the distance. There was nothing other than the corridor; dark, cold, damp and crumbling. Every now and then, ancient concrete would be interrupted by a door, but they wouldn't budge and from what little Obi-Wan could garner from the Force, would not lead them back to the outside world. Aebii stuck close to Obi-Wan, fear leaving her wide-eyed and tearful. Obi-Wan didn't bother to lecture her about fear and the Darkside. She was five-years-old and terrified. Now was not the time for lessons. "We fell a long way, didn't we?" Aebii said. "I think so." "And we didn't die." Obi-Wan bit back the sarcastic response that so readily launched itself into his mind and replied with a far more simple, "No, we didn't." Aebii's hand tightened its grip on Obi-Wan's. "Are you sure?" "Very." The girl was silent for a beat before saying, "I didn't know you could fly." "Neither did I." He looked down at her and winked. "I guess there really is a first time for everything." He didn't mention that someone had to have interfered, that someone had done this to them because there was no way Obi-Wan could've saved them himself when the Force was so distant from him. "D'you think I can fly too?" Aebii asked. Obi-Wan blanched, remembering again that he absolutely could not put any ideas into Aebii's impressionable mind. "Er... no, it's... um... you have to be over twenty... There are rules and... um..." Aebii's sigh was loud and full of childish melodrama. "I'm not gonna be twenty for so long!" She grinned up at Obi-Wan. "You're old huh?" "Brat," Obi-Wan said, poking her in the side. "I always knew you'd say that to me one day." Aebii giggled but the sound of it was blotted out by a terrible groan from behind. The girl's giggles turned into a high-pitched shriek as Obi-Wan jerked around, shock making him move fast. He shoved Aebii behind him, felt her small hands grabbing handfuls of his trousers. In the murk they had walked through, he could see another figure, obscured by the darkness. "Who are you?" Obi-Wan asked, projecting every ounce of confidence he could find into his voice. Even if he was alarmed by the stranger, he couldn’t let Aebii know. The only answer was a blast of wheezing laughter. Aebii clung tighter, whimpering softly, but she worked up the courage to look past Obi-Wan's legs. The shadowed figure was limping closer and closer. Aebii's connection to the Force was slippery at best, but she could still sense its warning cries. Obi-Wan felt the warning too but he controlled his instinct to run and again demanded to know the stranger's identity. Again, the only response was the horribly asthmatic sound that passed for laughing. The shadow moved, reaching for something at its hip. Obi-Wan recognised a firing stance when he saw one and, without any warning, grabbed Aebii into his arms and began running. Red bolts began firing towards them, bright flashes of angry light that smacked into the old hallway, tearing out massive chunks of concrete. Obi-Wan could only weave back and forth, making himself a harder target to hit - a pathetic tactic in a hallway. But it was a pathetic tactic that seemed to be working, because all of a sudden there was light up ahead and neither Obi-Wan nor Aebii had yet to take a hit. Obi-Wan was entertaining the thought that maybe the one firing on them was not aiming to hit them... Could he be forcing them out? The doorway ahead of them, open and full of blinding light, was the only option and, despite his sudden misgivings, Obi-Wan stepped out into fresher air. The door had opened up onto a rusting walkway. The blaster fire stopped, followed shortly by a thick metal plate sealing the doorway. Obi-Wan ran his hand over it, recognising the properties of the smooth icy surface. This was a material that no lightsaber could cut through. Obi-Wan’s fist thumped it uselessly. There would be no going back now. Both he and Aebii looked up, Coruscant's sky just barely visible above the towering cityscape. Obi-Wan felt a thrill of fear bolt down his spine. They were so far below the Coruscant he considered home... Aebii slid down until she was back on her own feet. "Have you ever been this deep in the lower levels before?" "No. But we'll find our way out of here." "You're really, really sure?" Obi-Wan nodded. "Definitely." "Okay." Aebii took his hand once again. "Let's go find the stairs." To Be Continued... -----signature----- JC User of the past. Nostalgia can be fun sometimes.
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Valairy_Scot Title: PT Rewrite Winner Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 2/8 10:24am Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 8
	The girl was silent for a beat before saying, "I didn't know you could fly." "Neither did I." He looked down at her and winked. "I guess there really is a first time for everything." He didn't mention that someone had to have interfered, that someone had done this to them because there was no way Obi-Wan could've saved them himself when the Force was so distant from him. "D'you think I can fly too?" Aebii asked. Obi-Wan blanched, remembering again that he absolutely could not put any ideas into Aebii's impressionable mind. "Er... no, it's... um... you have to be over twenty... There are rules and... um..." Aebii's sigh was loud and full of childish melodrama. "I'm not gonna be twenty for so long!" She grinned up at Obi-Wan. "You're old huh?" "Brat," Obi-Wan said, poking her in the side. "I always knew you'd say that to me one day." Aw, a cute moment in a not-so-funny situation. -----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. I'm a writer, not a storyteller.
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Blue_Lightsaber42 Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 2/8 1:12pm Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 8
	Ginger_Jedi posted: Aebii's sigh was loud and full of childish melodrama. "I'm not gonna be twenty for so long!" She grinned up at Obi-Wan. "You're old huh?" "Brat," Obi-Wan said, poking her in the side. "I always knew you'd say that to me one day." That was really good, keep going, and PM me when you update please! -----signature----- SSEoCDaC/PFEEoCDaC,BDTAT Twin Sun 17 Co-Founder of the Rebellion Proud Master of DarthAnakin101 and Ithonya from Trika-> //hug
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 2/9 12:45am Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 8
	Aebii slid down until she was back on her own feet. "Have you ever been this deep in the lower levels before?" "No. But we'll find our way out of here." "You're really, really sure?" Obi-Wan nodded. "Definitely." "Okay." Aebii took his hand once again. "Let's go find the stairs." Aebii has such confidence in Obi-Wan, so do I. He will be alright...(Wont he?) Excellent post. -----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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Meredith_Kenobi Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 2/9 8:13pm Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 8
	Yeah, so, I'm kinda thinking that sinister laughing guy is the baddie who brought Obi and Aebii into this position. I wonder WHY though? Is he some Dark Jedi who needs a young Force-sensitive child to twist to his will? Who knows with these bad guys? Hopefully he'll throw in a monologue so we all know his evil genius plan. Wonderfully written post, as usual, Ginger_Jedi. Looking forward to more! -----signature----- Proud to be ZaraValinor's Padawan Delighted to be brodiew's Master
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Ginger_Jedi Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 2/24 3:28am Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 8
	Apologies for the wait! As expected, real life has taken over. I'll get the next chapter done ASAP but weekly posts might be out. Sorry. Valairy_Scot: ^_^ I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Blue_Lightsaber42: Thanks for reading! Gkilkenny: Aah, I'm sure Obi-Wan will be fiiiiiiiiiine Meredith_Kenobi: LOL! Yes, a revealing monologue should be thrown in. Whether or not it will be is something you'll just have to find out for yourself. Thanks again to my awesome beta, Angel5000. She is, quite simply, awesome! Downtown: Chapter Three Mace hadn't even landed the transport and already the Jedi on board could feel the Force slipping away. The use of anti-Force weapons was illegal and campaigned against, especially on Coruscant. That meant the enemy was bold, armed and highly dangerous. From the air, the devastation wrought upon the fairground was plain to see. Emergency services were everywhere, trying to help the injured whilst covering the dead with anonymously blank sheets. The scene was cacophonous; an absolute nightmare. “Any idea if Obi-Wan is down there?” Mace asked Qui-Gon quietly. It took a lot of concentration but Qui-Gon controlled enough of the Force to scan for his Padawan. “No. I can't sense anything within the blast zone well enough to tell.” “If we land, we’ll be without the Force entirely if we stray too close to the blast’s ground zero,” Mace observed. “I have to go,” Jarc spoke up. He asked Mace to open the hatchway so he could fly down to the surface. “I can report back to you and the other healer teams. You could return to where the Force is unaffected and see if it has any further warnings to offer us.” Agreeing, Mace opened the hatch. “Keep your com-unit on you at all times and be aware Jarc that the Force will be completely beyond your reach while you’re in the blast radius. It will feel strange, sort of like reaching for something you know is there but it remains beyond your reach. Avoid trouble at all costs.” Jarc bowed before disappearing. A moment later, they saw him with a medical pack strapped to his stomach swooping to the ground, wings fully extended. Mace put a quick call through to the Council, alerting the senior Jedi Masters to what had happened. Yoda promised that the healers were already on their way, adding that he would send along several Knights who had undergone training in null-Force conditions. "Disrupted, the Force is," Yoda said in conclusion. "Wary, you must be. Danger there still is, lurking unseen. Meditate we will, but trust your own feelings you must." With those ominous words still echoing in their ears, Mace took the ship higher. Qui-Gon, using the scanners and the cameras attached to the ship's exterior, set the recording equipment to transmit data to Coruscant's emergency services and the Jedi Council. It would also, undoubtedly, serve as footage for the media and, maybe later, prosecution of whoever had done this. "Is it as bad as it looks?" Mace asked, focusing on piloting. "I think so," Qui-Gon replied with a carefully neutral voice. Years of dealing with disasters had given the Jedi Master the necessary ability to emotionally distance himself from many atrocities. He punched a few keys and the camera zoomed in. "There are a lot of people down..." "Look, once we've got back up here we can get down there and ask around about Obi-Wan and..." "Aebii." "Obi-Wan's certainly taken a liking to her," Mace commented with a grin. "D'you think there's a future there?" Lifting an eyebrow, Qui-Gon assumed: "As in Obi-Wan becoming a Knight and taking her as his Padawan?" "Stranger things have happened," Mace replied. "Only time will tell I suppose," Qui-Gon said. "Time, and the will of the Force." "But if you were allowed a single wish?" Mace prodded. "I would wish for Obi-Wan's happiness." Mace gagged. "That's too mushy for me. I can't take it. I..." Everyone will die! The words dropped Qui-Gon to his knees and Mace lost control of the ship long enough for the auto-pilot to kick in. Their heads pounding, the pair shared a deeply concerned look. Neither needed to speak, because they were both thinking the same thing. The worst was yet to come. "We're landing outside the blast radius," Mace announced when he had recovered enough to speak. "We'll consult the Force immediately." "There's no need," Qui-Gon replied in a quiet voice. Mace looked over his shoulder, finding Qui-Gon hunched over a small screen. "Someone's hijacked the holonet. Listen." With the sound turned up, Mace could hear what was being said as the screen showed nothing but images of destruction from across the galaxy. "We will destroy your world. We will annihilate all you hold close. For too long you have harboured the criminal Jedi. For too long your Senate has grown rotten and corrupt. We will end it. You will all die and we will reign in your place." The screen flashed white, the speech replaced by screams of horror and suffering. It was crippling to hear and Qui-Gon hurriedly shut the sound off. The Force was far from quiescent, roiling like a storm-tide. Mace, despite the queasiness rampaging in his gut, took the ship's controls again. "It's going to happen, any second," he said, his voice tight with barely restrained frustration. "Another..." In the distance, another explosive cloud blossomed in the air, its light reflecting in their eyes. Mace aimed the ship straight for it, knowing Qui-Gon would relay the information to the Council. They were no longer looking at a single terrorist incident. They were looking at a declaration of war. *** The walkway soon took Obi-Wan and Aebii back into the interior of another equally desolate building. Whatever it had once been, time had erased the nuances of its identity. Aebii stuck close to Obi-Wan, her hand never leaving his. She had to jog a little to keep up with his pace but remained silent until he grew too fast and she had to ask him to slow down. "Sorry," Obi-Wan said, his steps slowing. "I'm so used to walking with my Master. He's got the longest legs." "I think I'd always have to run to keep up with Master Qui-Gon," Aebii commented. Cocking his head with the amusing recollection, Obi-Wan commented, "It took a lot of growing 'til I didn't always have to run." They carried on walking, Obi-Wan opening doors every now and then but only finding dark closets or barren rooms that had probably been offices. Thus far though, there was absolutely nothing that resembled a staircase. Ignoring the little voice in the back of his mind that insisted there simply was no way up, Obi-Wan kept looking and kept Aebii distracted. But the child was a Jedi, and it wasn't long before her mind got itself stuck firmly on their predicament. "Is that man going to keep coming after us?" "He might." "But you can fight him with your lightsaber, right?" "Yes." "You're sure?" "Absolutely." "What about the voice in my head?" "I'm not sure who that was." "It made me walk when I didn't want to. What if it happens again?" "If anything happens, I'll hold on to you tighter." Another door, another dead-end. "Don't worry about it, you'll be fine." "What happened to all the people at the fair?" "I don't know." It was a partial lie, because he had felt numerous deaths, but he didn't burden Aebii. Squirming a little, Aebii then said, "Everything still feels funny." "I know." "But, y'know, I can tell something's not... um... I dunno how to say... something's... different? Um... I dunno..." The little girl tugged thoughtfully on her hair as if to make her brain work harder. She eventually gave up, deferring to Obi-Wan senior status. "Don't you feel anything?" He released a breath and focused as best he could. "You're right. It's hard to say." At Aebii's frustrated huff (yes, yes, he knew that being in his twenties and therefore so much older than her meant he had to know everything), Obi-Wan reached for better words. "Mostly, everything feels fine. Strange, yes, but fine. However, at the same time, something's not so right. Imagine... imagine disturbing still water." "There'd be ripples!" Aebii declared. "Exactly. So, something is making the feeling of calm ripple, like when you throw a stone into a pond." Aebii nodded, happy with this explanation as they walked further into the empty building. Further down the hallway, walls had given in and crumbled, revealing gutted rooms beyond. Aebii clung to Obi-Wan, her small body fraught with trembles. The cavernous darkness was almost unbreakable; Obi-Wan's glowstick was woefully limited in the light it could produce. He was tempted to use his lightsaber, but didn't want to alert anyone (or thing, some overly imaginative brain cell muttered) to their presence. Obi-Wan considered stepping into one of the empty rooms they came across, but his first choice door swung open on a room where the floor was a distant memory and the second door revealed a floor with a disturbing tendency of groaning. "We'll find a way up Aebii, it's just a matter of time." "Sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." It was cold here too, this empty shell far from sunlight. They were in no danger of hypothermia, but the chill was unpleasant and another hardship that Obi-Wan could deal with far better than Aebii. He smiled down at her, aiming to reassure. The poor kid hadn't expected this when she'd begged to go to the festival. It wasn't too much later when the architecture changed from neglected neutral furnishings to completely utilitarian. It was hard to say if the building had been stripped or if it had never been finished. Either way, at the end of a depressingly gray corridor, Obi-Wan found a door that opened up onto the one thing he and Aebii needed more than anything: A staircase wrapped around the wall of the yawning abyss - the only other thing in sight. But something drew Obi-Wan's attention, something that kept him from running up the stairs at full speed. He even held Aebii still to keep her from getting too far ahead. She tried to ask what was wrong, but he silenced her quickly before looking out over the stairway's edge. Far below, just visible in the light that shone from there, Obi-Wan could see people moving in hurried yet calculated manners. Frenzied activity was taking place but it was only after considerable eyestrain and the onset of a headache that Obi-Wan realised what they were doing. He went so pale Aebii panicked. She didn't have a chance to ask what was wrong. Obi-Wan grabbed her, told her to climb onto his back and started running. "It's bad?" Aebii said, too confused to ask anything else. "We have to get back to the surface. We've got to warn everyone." "What is it?" He hesitated briefly, wondering if maybe he shouldn't say. But the girl was trembling, and lying wouldn't help. And she was a Jedi. If she was to make it in that life, she'd have to get used to the harsh reality of life quickly. He told her the truth. "Explosives. I've never seen so many." The image flashed in his mind - the walls far below invisible beneath all the plastic explosive. There was, without a doubt, enough to level several buildings. "I think..." The horror of it sickened his stomach. "I think someone's trying to destroy the city." Everyone will die. Suddenly the words made sense. From somewhere up above, a door clanged open. Footsteps, ridiculously heavy, began heading down. Aebii's grip on Obi-Wan tightened until it was almost painful. He held his lightsaber as he edged up the stairs, ready to defend himself and Aebii if necessary. When they came face to face, Obi-Wan couldn't believe who he saw or, more correctly, who he heard. That wheezing laugh was unmistakable. But how had he gotten up here so fast when he'd been sealed in that old shipping building? "If I were you, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, I'd let the man with the blaster bring you down here." The voice, female, young and boasting a tone that suggested years spent in expensive, exclusive private schools, echoed from below. "He's not got too much of a brain left. He's under orders to kill if you resist and I'd really rather have you survive a little longer." "Obi-Wan..." Aebii whispered. "It's okay." He shifted her until he held her to his chest, figuring if the blaster-wielding man was behind them, Obi-Wan should be the one to take any shots. Then, with a heavy heart and a nervous stomach, he started walking down. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." "But I..." He leaned in close so only she could hear. "Don't let them know you're scared. Be brave. I know you can do it." Aebii managed to nod but she clung onto Obi-Wan and he held her as tightly as she needed him to. He walked at a measured pace, refusing to hurry but not dawdling either. Obi-Wan knew, without a doubt, that they were in serious trouble - that the whole planet was in trouble, so panicking was not going to help... ...Not that he was much of one for panicking. When they were several levels below where they had entered the stairwell, Obi-Wan could finally see the explosives up close. What he saw was truly terrifying, leaving him unable to repress the shudder that shot through his body. These weren't any normal explosives. Anti-Force. They would create a massive null-Force area. The Jedi would be incapacitated. Aebii let out a quiet whimper, clinging ever more tightly to Obi-Wan. She didn't know what the explosives were, didn't understand the implications, but if Obi-Wan was uneasy about it, then it had to be bad. Another level lower, and the woman who had spoken before finally came into view. She was a big woman insofar as she was extremely tall. Her skin, pale in the darkness, was scarred and pock-marked. Her four arms were easily setting up the detonator. The appearance of large red numbers in the digital chronometer, the countdown starting a heartbeat later, signified the end of her work. The timer said three standard hours. "You're the one who brought us here," Obi-Wan stated, his voice completely steady despite the increasingly dire situation. "I am." "Why?" The woman shot him an amused look, using one of her four hands to brush white hair out of orange eyes. "You'll find its harder to get the answers you want without those Jedi Mind Trick powers of yours." "You wouldn't have brought us here unless you had a reason to," Obi-Wan surmised. "And your..." he eyed the man holding the blaster. "...Pet. You said experimentation. You're not just any terrorist. You've got money behind you." "Ah, the Jedi wants to work out his puzzle. Sweet." "Whatever you're doing, whoever you're working for, you won't win." "Oh, won't I? Blasts have been happening all across Coruscant and believe me when I say this," she put a hand against the explosives, "is not the only one of its kind. Countless people will die and the Jedi will be rendered helpless in their own Temple." Anjeru. Again Obi-Wan's thoughts returned to that Anti-Jedi group. "So yes, I really think we will win." Up above, a door slammed open. From the shock on the woman's face, this was not something she had planned. Aebii screaming out for help was another shock. "Who's down there?" A rasping yell came from above. "What's goin' on?" Obi-Wan barely caught the Force's painfully distant scream telling him to move! MOVE NOW! He dodged out of the way and a blaster bolt, aimed at Aebii, hit the four-armed woman instead. She smacked into her detonater without a single cry, dead before her body slipped to the ground. Obi-Wan dropped Aebii to the ground, ignoring her further cries for help, and threw himself at the man. He made a grab for the blaster but missed, the man pulling it back with more wheezing laughter. Changing tactics, Obi-Wan kicked out with his legs, extending his range as far as he could. He caught the blaster's tip, the force of his blow enough to send it out of the man's hand and tumbling down, down, down into the darkness, never hearing it hit the ground. Obi-Wan didn't even have the chance to think of his next move. Even his instincts didn't concoct a reaction in time. He took the punch to the left cheek, falling backwards down the stairs. Dazed, vision hazy, he couldn't move as the man threw himself at Obi-Wan, reaching his hands out and grabbing Obi-Wan's head. He could barely believe what happened next. Die. Gonna die! The pain of the words cutting into his mind was almost too much for Obi-Wan's consciousness to take, but all of a sudden the man was reeling backwards. Aebii had launched herself onto his back and, using the best tactics all little girls had at their disposal, began scratching and biting him with all she had. The man stumbled away from Obi-Wan, trying to peel Aebii off of his back but the little girl was surprisingly tenacious. Nevertheless, she was no match for a grown man and when he finally got a grip on her, he moved as if to throw her into the black pit that had swallowed his blaster. Obi-Wan tackled the man, yelling at Aebii to jump down and get back. She scrambled away before the man's weight crushed her. Obi-Wan pushed himself back, intending to deliver a kick that would render his opponent unconscious. He didn't get the chance. Moving faster than expected, the man pushed Obi-Wan away, levered himself over the metal railings and disappeared into the darkness. "Well," Obi-Wan commented, more to himself than to Aebii, "that was unexpected." "Hey!" The voice from above was closer now, only a few levels up. A human face - middle aged - looked down. "What are you two doing down here?" "Sir, listen to me very carefully," Obi-Wan called back. "There is a lot of explosive down here - more than enough to level this building and all the ones around it. I need you to evacuate immediately - along with anyone who's with you - and alert the security forces and the Jedi as soon as possible. Do you understand?" "I'm here on a security check. There's been reports of unauthorised access to the lower levels and I..." "And you need to move, now. We have no time to waste." "Okay. Okay, I'm going. There's a communication relay on the level I came down from." "We'll meet you there. Go on ahead." The man ran back up and Obi-Wan looked down at Aebii, who had picked herself up and was gingerly brushing dirt off of her tunic. "You okay kiddo?" he asked. She nodded. "That was a really brave thing you just did." He pulled her into a hug, stilling the trembles that wracked her tiny frame. "You saved me." Gently pushing her back, Obi-Wan held out his hand. "Don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of here." "Okay," Aebii replied quietly, taking his hand as they began heading up the stairs. "I wanna go home too." "Yeah, the Temple might get a little dull but it's times like this when I really miss it." Obi-Wan kept his pace slow enough for Aebii to keep up with. "Don't tell my Master I said that, okay?" "I just wanna get back before Master Yumi decides we're late and gives us all that meditation to do." "I'd almost forgotten about that," Obi-Wan said with a heavily melodramatic sigh. "Oh woe!" Aebii giggled. "Maybe she'll understand 'cause of everything that's happened. We found that bomb and everything!" The explosives reminded Obi-Wan of how desperate their situation was, forcing him to pick up speed. He kept up a light-hearted banter with Aebii, distracting her as best he could. But when a choking, rattling scream came from above there could be no further distractions. When a body went plummeting into darkness before their very eyes, Obi-Wan knew they had to find a new way to get back up to Coruscant's main levels, because there was another killer down here and he couldn't risk a fight, not when Aebii would be in danger. He didn't dare admit it aloud, but Obi-Wan knew they were in serious trouble. To Be Continued... -----signature----- JC User of the past. Nostalgia can be fun sometimes.
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Blue_Lightsaber42 Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 2/24 4:38pm Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 24
	They'll be okay... right? Keep posting... -----signature----- SSEoCDaC/PFEEoCDaC,BDTAT Twin Sun 17 Co-Founder of the Rebellion Proud Master of DarthAnakin101 and Ithonya from Trika-> //hug
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 2/25 2:46am Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 24
	Oh force there's so much carnage, and more to come Yahoo They nearly made it. excellent post thanks. -----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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arwenreielkenobi Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 5/29 12:19pm Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 24
	I just found these two stories today and can I just say...WOW!!! I absolutely love your writing style and your storyline is awesome! Please Please update soon! -----signature----- Siriwan Forever!!! Mara Jade is my hero!! Anakin Solo will never be gone as long as there is someone to remember.
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Valairy_Scot Title: PT Rewrite Winner Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 8/5 10:01pm Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 24
	Um...long wait...taps fingers...waves hand in Force-attempt to force an update...darn, hasn't worked yet. -----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. I'm a writer, not a storyteller.
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p_stotts Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 8/11 10:43am Subject: RE: Downtown - JA (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs) Updated - Feb 24
	You really need to update this, Ginger! Please! -----signature----- If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans for your life. Proud master to Gkilkenny! Stories in my bio.
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