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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 5/31 8:58pm Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/27
	List VaderLVR64 Quigonjecca obsessedwithSW all_othr_nams_tkn EGKenobi Obi-odd13 Qui-Gina-Jinn jedidas3 bek Chapter 8: “Kenobi’s called a Conclave,” Ragtar Tan, a tall Corellian male with ebony hair and grey eyes, said. He looked across the conference table to the Leader of Black Sun, Alexi Garyn. At the wall behind Garyn stood his Dathomirian witch bodyguard, Mighella. Black diamonds outlined eyes, nose while a black smile painted her mouth, beneath a cap of blood red hair. A darksword dangled from her hip, like a captured claw from a monolithic creature. It was said that such a blade was able to hold of a lightsaber for a short period of time. “That man has been and his cartel have been a thorn in my side too long,” Garyn said. “But he has always kept himself in the shadows why come out now?” “There have been several attempts on the lives of his children, especially his sons, Ben and Aiden,” Ragtar offered. Garyn’s quick mind did not fail to make the connection. “He’s hoping to weed out the culprit.” With a **** of his head, as if listening to a voice Ragtar could not hear, he added, “And perhaps more.” “More?” The Corellian smuggler refrained from calling the Black Sun leader any sort of title. He and his crew enjoyed a certain protection from the man, but he did not like to think Garyn held any sort of owner ship over him. He looked no being’s boots and he called no one ‘sir’. “He wishes to unseat me.” “Take over Black Sun?” Ragtar’s voice was full of incredulity. “More likely usurp it,” Grayn offered. “It would be incredibly difficult for him to woo my vigos, let alone untangle the threads between my legitimate and illegitimate companies. Not impossible, but perhaps more than it would be worth. No, he may just drop the hammer.” “It would be suicide to drop it in Conclave,” Ragtar said. “We have so many spies amongst each other, that word would get around.” “Kenobi is a brilliant man. Brilliant men tend to trust too soundly in their intelligence. He may make a mistake.” The Crime Lord shrugged. “Only time will tell. What of this Ben, though? I do not remember Raith having a son by that name.” “He has only been public for a handful of seasons. There are rumors that he was once Jedi.” Ragtar watched as Garyn and Mighella straightened in near synchroneity. He understood the Nightsister’s interest, if it weren’t for Alexi Garyn, she would still be rotting away on Dathomir with the rest of the witches. But with Garyn, as so many things, Ragtar wondered about his interest. “So this is why he’s become so bold,” Garyn mused to himself. “Unngol was a fool, but I would not have thought him so easily defeated. Kenobi has his own pet Jedi.” He glanced up at Mighella, a question in his pale eyes. “A problem?” The ghostly face curled in confidence. “Of course not. When?” “Patience for now. Someone might be able to kill, the Kenobi prince before our interference becomes necessary.” Mighella deflated in disappointment. Garyn gave a laugh. “Do not worry, my bodyguard. I have the feeling you will get your opportunity. But for now we must play both sides. Have some of our people inside Kenobi’s organization start an investigation concerning the attempts on the Kenobi boys. When we arrive at Conclave I would like to present the evidence to Lord Kenobi in good faith.” “It will be done, m’lord.” “Excellent,” Garyn said, pushing to his feet. “Thank you for this information, Ragtar. You have been most helpful. Mighella will give you your reward.” Ragtar stood too. “Thank y..” He never got to finish this thought as the Nightsister’s darksword leapt from her hip in one smooth movement, stabbing into his midsection, before being replaced in its sheath. As Ragtar felt his life’s blood poor onto the floor of the conference room, he heard Garyn say, “Clean as ever, Mighella. Call the fleet. We go to Da’cargen in force.” Ben stood outside of med suite, his forehead pressed to the transparasteel, watching as Aiden’s chest rose and fell in an even and deep rhythm. Logically, he knew that Aiden was fine now, that the poison was neutralized and would soon be purged from his system. But on another level, that place every Jedi sought to discipline, he was angry. His and his father’s enemies had tried to kill him and Aiden had paid the price. If it hadn’t been for Qui-Gon... He shook his head. That was another mess all together. He hadn’t known what to do with the Jedi Master before Qui-Gon had helped save Aiden. No matter how desperately he had tried to keep his past and present separate, they had now become irrevocably merged. “Boss Kenob,” a voice took him out of his reverie and with reluctant eyes he turned to gan Dral. “Report,” he clipped. “The storage facilities have been checked. They are clean,” Dral informed him. They had already reviewed the kitchens. “Move the search to the rest of the living quarters.” “Yes, Boss.” Ben inclined his head. “ And offer 1,000 credits to the first person to bring information, plus double that if it leads to the assassin.” “Yes, Boss.” The thug hurried out of sight, no doubt hoping to make a fast 1,000 credits himself. The man did not come from the affluence that gan Aussier had. He turned back to watching Aiden. There was a number of things awaiting his attention. He had issued the call to Conclave and needed to start making arrangements to house the High Lords and their lieutenants. The delegation from Black Sun alone could fill up one wing of the compound. Coordinating security would be a problem. Each Lord testing and prodding the others. It was a logistic nightmare. It would take him days, maybe up until the Conclave to figure it out. And that was just the top of his priority list. He should be working. There was a traitor or a spy in their midst. Someone with credits in their eyes. His turned many a meditation on the subject in the last few days, but could find nothing in this den of lies. Deceit and manipulation were tools of the trade. It was like trying to pick out a particular krakana in the seas of Mon Cal. Every one had a motive. Slightly less than every one had opportunity. Essentially, it would boil down to who had grown weary enough of Ben’s influence to risk their own life to take him out of the organization. Again, the line of suspects was not short. Yet, Ben could not turn his attention to the necessary until this mystery was solved. He didn’t know how long he stood there stewing, another example of the slip in his discipline, before gan Dral returned. “You’ve found something?” The man exuded a sense of excitement and greed through the Force, a rancid green color. Gan Dral nodded. “This was found in one of the bedrooms.” The man pulled out a vial of large black flakes. “Black Cavil,” Ben ground out between suddenly clenched teeth. “Who?” “Elisa’s room,” gan Dral said without hesitation. To him, this was just another twist in the ever changing dynamics of a cartel family. They expected such machinations. That power could make any man or woman turn against and murder their brother. Ben snatched the vial from gan Dral’s meaty hand. “No. It isn’t possible.” “This is not the Jedi, Boss Kenobi. There is no proclaimed selflessness.” gan Dral reminded him with a condescending sneer. “Bring her here. I will question her myself,” Ben snapped, clenching his fist around the vial of black powder. Black. Darkness. The Dark Side. Be mindful of your thoughts, young Obi-Wan. Burns hot and fast, anger does. But just as quickly does it burn out, this was Yoda’s voice in his head now. The basic of his instructions. Yoda had been his foundation and Qui-Gon was to be the staircase that ascended him to Knigthood. Gan Dral and one of Raith’s thugs, a female Gamorrean, came with Elisa between them, a hand under each of her arms. Upon seeing him, her eyes that had flamed with blue fire became relieved. “Ben. Ben, tell them to let me go,” she demanded, throwing a glare at gan Dral. Waving a hand, he signaled the two to release her. She pulled out of their grasps as they loosened, rubbing at her arms where Ben was sure she’d earned her bruises. “What the hell is going on?” she huffed. Ben brought the poison, brandishing it like a weapon. “This was found in your room, Elisa.” She looked at it blankly for an inexorable time before recognition dawned. A burst of laughter erupted from her. “You don....You don’t think I would try to kill you?” Gauging her through the Force, Ben’s face remained stony. “You do,” she gasped at his lack of reaction. Her mouth moved for a few moments, now sound coming out from her full lips. “H..how?” Her eyes glared at him, striations of open pain. “I thought you were different.” “Different?” “Than Father,” she elucidated. “I thought you saw me.” He needed to test her. “Is that why?” he asked, his voice hard, unyielding. “Did you want to be seen?” In a swift arch, Elisa’s hand rocketed out and clapped against Ben’s cheek. “Aiden was right, things would have been better if Dev was here. I can’t believe I trusted you.” Ben felt her accusation like a hot knife. The Force spoke to him, whispered the truth. “Take her to 2897.” “Ben, you can’t,” she pleaded again. “I wouldn’t. Not ever.” Swallowing a stone of emotion, Ben said, “Take her.” “Ben!” she grunted as they pulled her away. “This is a mistake. Ben, you’re making a mistake.” Her cries echoed down the hall. “It wouldn’t be my first.” “Alexi, come onto the dance floor.” Club Three Blue Moons had been built for the sole purpose of running Black Sun money through legitimate channels. It was the place of the elite. Many of the beings sitting around Garyn’s booth occupied boxes in the senate. Many, including a fair few that knew of his connection to Black Sun, waved at him as they passed or stopped to shake hands. The charm of his smile was beginning to wan as the night grew late. He knew his duty; mingling, buying drinks, and making small talk. Customer relations was part of the reason his organization was spreading from the center of the galaxy to the outer rim. Another tug on his arm, brought his head up to Illyria Bryar. Heiress to the Bryar fortune, she had been selected tonight by his vigos in the hopes to create a working relationship before Black Sun courted the father. Bryar Weapons Manufacturing. They were looking to smuggle some of their weaponry into the Venbarro dispute. The Republic had set up an embargo on weapons shipments and had sent out a Jedi team to hopefully bring peace to the warring planet. It was too bad about Ragtar Tan. Now he had to find a new smuggling crew he could trust. She pouted, large red lips under the blue lights of the club. He allowed her to persuade him to the dance floor. Like most in the club, Alexi had dressed in the palate of white, black and red. Black trousers, white tunic, with a red Dallalily at his breast dyed to match the exact shade of Illyria’s dress. The live band was made up of Bith, Mon Cal, and Laos. An infectious beat with a sultry undertone thrummed through the hall. Intoxicating, as any of the stimulants served at the bar, the dancers held each other close and reveled in the feel of the flesh. Alexi found himself with an armful of heiress, his hands resting on the bare svelte skin at her back. He philandered as the job required and he admitted to never getting tired of the long list of ladies hoping to pull from his deep pockets. The night waned and people shuffled out in a pleasant hum of intoxication and lust. Pulling the Dallalily from his breast, Alexi presented it to Illyria. “Would you mind joining me for a night cap?” Sometime in the night, Alexi awoke to find Mighella standing over him. Undisturbed by the Nightsister, Illyria slept cocooned at his back. Careful not to wake her, Alexi slipped out of the bed. Mighella waited until they were out of earshot. “Will she be amiable?” “Very,” he said with lascivious smile. “Is there a reason you woke me in the middle of the night?” “The information on Kenobi’s son came in.” Alexi’s office was large expanse of space. When not occupied with ‘cultivating’ clients, he spent most of his time here and liked pacing around the room. The room was surrounded by windows, floor to ceiling, that during the day provided a rosy glow. There was a special coating on them, allowing Alexi to see out but gave no access in. He fell into the plush conforming chair behind his desk. With a wave of her hand, Mighella dimmed the lights. A second later, pinpricks of light coalesced to form the life size figure of a young man, late teens or early twenties. “Ben Kenobi, also known as Obi-Wan Kenobi. His name was changed upon his arrival at the Jedi Temple at the behest of his mother, Caeli Kenobi. She died a few days after he was taken to the Jedi. “According to his file, Kenobi was nearly not selected for the life of an apprentice. It was after he had been sent away on a agriculture mission that he ran across his future Master.” Folding his hands in his lap, Alexi digested this information. “And his Master?” “Qui-Gon Jinn.” Alexi had heard the name before. The Jedi Master did not concern himself with politics, like most Jedi, but he also took a certain delight in taking down those that had made a life of working the legal system. He was both reviled and honored by the Senate, depending on whose toes he had tread on. A number of times, Alexi had been offered a fair sum to get rid of the Jedi Master. Each time he had been tempted, but politely refused. Assassination had to be chosen carefully before getting yourself entangled in it. Silence only stretched so far and Jinn had as many friends willing to lay down their life for him as he did enemies. Concernedly, he wondered how much the former Jedi apprentice reflect his Master “Kenobi left for a brief period shortly after his apprenticeship.” Alexi frowned. The small child inside of him, the one that had wanted to be a Jedi scurrying across the galaxy with a lightsaber clenched firmly in his hands, Alexi could not understand how Ben Kenobi could leave them twice. “Does he lack discipline?” “Not from the report. It would seem that he found love amongst his fellow apprentices and left when denied that love.” “Love,” Alex scoffed. “A fool’s imagination. I wouldn’t guess a Jedi would delude himself in such a way. There is only one use for that. Leverage.” He thought for a moment. “What of Jinn?” “He has been dispatched to Da’cargen on mission to help the Magistrate with the overwhelming crime element. The magic is working in our favor.” Magic, the Force. He found amusing the witches view on the Force, such an archaic belief. But the ancient legends of the Jedi imprisoning the Nightsisters on Dathomir had served Alexi well. Mighella was his protection against the Jedi. “Send out our feelers. Kenobi seems the type to be bought. Perhaps I can lure him away from his father. Also, we need to find out where Master Jinn is and how to keep his interference to a minimum.” He felt her greed, the deep rooted desire for revenge. She wanted Master Jinn dead and if Alexi allowed, Ben Kenobi as well. “Not yet, Mighella. Just a little more patience.” -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 6/1 12:47am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/31
	So much information to soak in, and most of it seems to be directed at killing Ben. He seems to be making quite a few enemies. Including Siri it does seem, and Master Jinn. Very interesting and I sense a battle coming. -----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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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/2 12:24pm Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/31
	Intense update! Things aren't looking good for Ben. Please update soon! -----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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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/3 7:35am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/31
	Oh, great update! He should be working. There was a traitor or a spy in their midst. Someone with credits in their eyes. His turned many a meditation on the subject in the last few days, but could find nothing in this den of lies. Deceit and manipulation were tools of the trade. It was like trying to pick out a particular krakana in the seas of Mon Cal. Every one had a motive. Slightly less than every one had opportunity. Essentially, it would boil down to who had grown weary enough of Ben’s influence to risk their own life to take him out of the organization. Again, the line of suspects was not short. Loved it. -----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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bek Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/3 9:09am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/31 - Date Edited: 6/3 9:11am (1 edits total) Edited By: bek
	It appears that the mission may not be the only thing Qui-Gon will have to worry about. He'll most likely be needed to save Obi-Wan's life as well. I hope his sister wasn't really involved in trying to take his life. If she's force sensitive, couldn't he just search her mind to find the truth? Perhaps it's his stepmother? -----signature----- Update 10/2/08- Chapter 40- Life Beyond the Code (Obi-Wan/Anakin) - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20820324 Update 9/3/08- Chapter 26 - Not Myself - (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon/Oc's) - Before the Saga Update 9/3/08 - Part 6 - Strength to Begin Ane
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p_stotts Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 6/3 11:48am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/31
	Wow, what a great mystery to stumble across, and believe me, mysteries aren't easy to write...I know. I think I know what's going on. Too bad there are so few in on the secret. That might prove detrimental to Obi-Wan's agenda. Put me on your pm list. You got me hooked and reeled in! -----signature----- If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans for your life. Proud master to Gkilkenny! Stories in my bio. 9/19/2008 is National Talk Like A Pirate day in the U.S. Everyone else join in too! Arr! Avast ye landlubbers!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/4 4:29am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/31
	I really like seeing Obi-Wan in this very different role! “Its as much science as it is the Force, Obi-Wan. Ease the muscle.” It was true that Obi-Wan had never had the fine sensitivity it took for healing. He was strong in the Force, a powerhouse of strength in many ways, at least the Obi-Wan he had trained had been, but a healer needed less of the power and more of the delicate. Until Obi-Wan learned a finer fringes of the Force, he would always just be a powerhouse. Still, Qui-Gon didn’t need to wait long to hear the rewarding gasp as the young boy Obi-Wan had brought in drew in a triumphant breath. But it wasn’t over yet. “Now monitor him, watch how the poison moves. You won’t be able to identify it but your healer should.” Obi-Wan snatched the boy in his embrace and the Force enveloped him. “Thank you,” he said. Again, Qui-Gon questioned the sincerity. “Who is he?” “My brother.” Obi-Wan pushed away a lock of coppery hair from the boy’s forehead. The gesture was oddly tender compared to Obi-Wan’s usual brusqueness. Was this another ploy? Was Obi-Wan just as manipulative as his father? Or did he truly care about his brother? “Aiden.” Force, he never thought he would have need to doubt Obi-Wan’s motives. -----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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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/6 2:41pm Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/31
	Gkilkenny posted: So much information to soak in, and most of it seems to be directed at killing Ben. He seems to be making quite a few enemies. Including Siri it does seem, and Master Jinn. Very interesting and I sense a battle coming. Yeah, Ben really isn't making friends. He's causing a stir of trouble. jedidas3 posted: Intense update! Things aren't looking good for Ben. Please update soon! Soon. Hopefully. I'm just making finally adjustments on the chapter. VaderLVR64 posted: Oh, great update! He should be working. There was a traitor or a spy in their midst. Someone with credits in their eyes. His turned many a meditation on the subject in the last few days, but could find nothing in this den of lies. Deceit and manipulation were tools of the trade. It was like trying to pick out a particular krakana in the seas of Mon Cal. Every one had a motive. Slightly less than every one had opportunity. Essentially, it would boil down to who had grown weary enough of Ben’s influence to risk their own life to take him out of the organization. Again, the line of suspects was not short. Loved it. Thanks. I appreciate it. bek posted: It appears that the mission may not be the only thing Qui-Gon will have to worry about. He'll most likely be needed to save Obi-Wan's life as well. I hope his sister wasn't really involved in trying to take his life. If she's force sensitive, couldn't he just search her mind to find the truth? Perhaps it's his stepmother? There are a lot of different things happening and the Jedi just have to keep their heads. p_stotts posted: Wow, what a great mystery to stumble across, and believe me, mysteries aren't easy to write...I know. I think I know what's going on. Too bad there are so few in on the secret. That might prove detrimental to Obi-Wan's agenda. Put me on your pm list. You got me hooked and reeled in! Thanks, I appreicate it. Yeah, mystery is difficult. But Fun! I'll put you on the list. VaderLVR64 posted: I really like seeing Obi-Wan in this very different role! “Its as much science as it is the Force, Obi-Wan. Ease the muscle.” It was true that Obi-Wan had never had the fine sensitivity it took for healing. He was strong in the Force, a powerhouse of strength in many ways, at least the Obi-Wan he had trained had been, but a healer needed less of the power and more of the delicate. Until Obi-Wan learned a finer fringes of the Force, he would always just be a powerhouse. Still, Qui-Gon didn’t need to wait long to hear the rewarding gasp as the young boy Obi-Wan had brought in drew in a triumphant breath. But it wasn’t over yet. “Now monitor him, watch how the poison moves. You won’t be able to identify it but your healer should.” Obi-Wan snatched the boy in his embrace and the Force enveloped him. “Thank you,” he said. Again, Qui-Gon questioned the sincerity. “Who is he?” “My brother.” Obi-Wan pushed away a lock of coppery hair from the boy’s forehead. The gesture was oddly tender compared to Obi-Wan’s usual brusqueness. Was this another ploy? Was Obi-Wan just as manipulative as his father? Or did he truly care about his brother? “Aiden.” Force, he never thought he would have need to doubt Obi-Wan’s motives. It's fun to write him outside of the Jedi. He has a family now, but that doesn't mean he won't do what must be done. -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/7 2:01am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 05/31
	PM List VaderLVR64 Quigonjecca obsessedwithSW all_othr_nams_tkn EGKenobi Obi-odd13 Qui-Gina-Jinn jedidas3 bek p_stotts Chapter 9: Qui-Gon awoke from restorative sleep to the sound of a repetitive, huffing sound. There was a rasp to it, wet and chocking. Crying, he recognized it a moment later when his mind had cleared the cobwebs of sleep. Not just crying, big gasping sobs, held at bay in his favor. Gingerly, he raised his head from the cushion of the bunk and saw a girl huddled in the corner of the cell, fifteen to seventeen standard years, with brown hair and the Kenobi chin. That dimpled chin wobbled as she bit at her lip only to gasp for a watery breath. Her hands wrong together, causing the skin to go a ghostly white. No doubt this was a relative of Obi-Wan’s. But what was she doing here? He cleared his throat gently. “Hello?” She looked up and he caught her startled blue eyes. Quickly, she brushed her hands over her checks, under her eyes, dashing away the evidence of the betrayal and hurt he felt in the Living Force. She remained silent, looking at him as though he were a puzzle she needed to solve. “Are you all right?” he asked. Silence followed, the girl’s eyes just watching him, waiting. “I’m Qui-Gon Jinn,” he tried once again, hoping to at least get her name. “I know who you are.” The statement held more than the knowledge of his name. “Why were you crying?” Her gaze narrowed. “Why do you care? My father and brother are responsible for your being here.” Obi-Wan’s sister. He chastised himself once more for never learning his former Padawan’s family history. It was becoming more and more important to his survival. “I’m a Jedi,” he answered simply. “Mine is a life of service.” “Until it isn’t,” she thought out loud. He brought himself up further, testing the effects of the healing trance. Sore, but not agonizing. Thank the Force. He swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and tested weight on his feet. There was some numbness, little nerve damage. Relieved, he sat back onto the bunk and rested his head against the wall. Through this routine, the Kenobi girl kept up her observant vigil. When he had stood she flinched, but did not move from her corner. “There is no need to be afraid of me,” he assured her. She shot him a dubious look, one that mirrored Obi-Wan’s with heart-wrenching precision. “I’m not very trusting right now.” “Its contagious,” he agreed with a small nod that caused the room to dance in a pirouette. “I’m in no position to harm you. I am, however, in a position to listen and perhaps help.” “Help?” she said it as a scoff. “No offense, Master Jinn, but you don’t exactly look like you can help yourself, let alone me.” The bitterness, pain, and fear roiling off her nearly overwhelmed him. “I’m not as broken as I appear. The Force is my ally. Try me.” “Black Cavil was found in my room,” she ventured, meeting his gaze. “It was the poison that Aiden ate by accident.” “I know. I helped Obi-Wan clear it from your brother’s system. It’s very common and quite easy to purchase. She did not waiver. “My family is all that I have, Master Jinn. If Ben elects to keep me alive, he will expel me. Traitors cannot be allowed inside the family. This I know from experience.” The image of Obi-Wan, that cold mask of indifference in place, leveling his lightsaber or even a blaster to the kill mark, and dealing the blow, flashed across his mind’s eye. Master Thagger lay at Obi-Wan’s feet, unmoving. It wasn’t the angry heat that Xanatos had embodied. No, Obi- Wan’s calculating calm was much more dangerous. “I’d rather die,” she said softly. Qui-Gon just barely caught it. “Don’t give up yet,” he instructed. “Hope is not lost.” Her eyebrows hiked high on her forehead. “Where there is life, there is hope.” She looked down at her hands, battling the tears burgeoning in her eyes. “I’m afraid.” “As long as I’m alive, no harm will come to you,” Qui-Gon said, feeling the prompting in the Force. “You believe me?” she gaped. “I do.” He felt the tide of rage inside of her abate, the waves no longer crashing against his senses. He was making a promise he was not sure he could keep, one that was dangerous and once upon a time would have caused Obi-Wan to tease him about ‘pathetic life forms’. “Now I need your help,” he told her. If they were both going to survive, escape was their only hope. He would turn the tables on Obi- Wan. The boy may know some of his weaknesses, assigning his sister to the same quarters was no doubt an exploitation of those weaknesses, but Qui-Gon had been his Master, which meant he had taken a painstaking duty in noting all Obi-Wan’s flaws and how to correct them. At his request the girl’s focus narrowed, her fear harnessed and pressed aside. She was very much like her brother in that respect. Obi-Wan had always found his focus on a task at hand. An idle mind had always been the young Jedi’s downfall. Now Obi-Wan was faced with too many enemies, some of them seen but many not. Not idle, but without focus. He might yet make a slip that Qui-Gon would be watching for. But first, he had to learn the ins and outs of the Kenobi cartel. “What can I do?” she asked. “First off, I must know your name. I can’t keep thinking of you as that Kenobi girl,” he said with a crooked smile. She gave a laugh. Siri came out of the refresher, a towel wrapped around her midsection while another twisted a knot around her. She’d taken advantage of the ample quarters that Vordda had provided for her and had soaked in a hot jetted tub. Under the pressure of the bubbles, her head had stopped its thudding and her muscles had melted in quiescent delirium. As effective as the tub had been, it hadn’t managed to sooth the ache in her heart. She thought this mission with Master Jinn might help put away the demons of the past and lay it to rest. Now her guilt had been compounded a hundred fold. Obi-Wan Kenobi a Boss in a cartel family. She hadn’t believed it, a part of her still didn’t even after Devid had shown her the evidence to support it. The would and could not mesh in her mind. In that part of her that went beyond the logical and had allowed her to fall in love with her fellow Padawan, she couldn’t believe it. The logic of evidence could not be aligned with the knowledge of her heart. Still, she worried, and that worry gnawed at her soul. One must be true and she had not seen Obi-Wan in two years. A lot could change in that seemingly small amount of time. She knew that much had changed within herself. She was more careful now, guarding herself from that elusive emotion called love. Her tunic and pants had been taken to the wash and in their place lay a violet shimmersilk dress. She scowled at it for a full minute, wondering if it was the Hutt’s or Devid’s idea. She couldn’t decide which was the lessor of two evils. And there was another enigma; Devid Kenobi. Seemingly nothing like his brother, Devid managed to get her nearly as exasperated as Obi-Wan. They both carried an arrogance that grated against her last nerve. She slipped on the dress, brushed her hair and tucked her Padawan braid behind one ear. She paused in front of the mirror, watching the light play off the violet silk. The fabric was soft against her skin, rich and beautiful. It felt out of place on her. As if she was looking at a Siri Tachi that might have been in place of the one that was. She imagined Obi-Wan on her right, his arm looped around hers, that half smile he wore when he was happy but didn’t want to look anything but Jedi or when he was mischievous, when he was with her it could be either, lit his eyes. Not since they had realized their feelings had she allowed herself such day dreams. Any thought of him in a way other than friendship and respect had been pressed away the moment they’d decided to remain Jedi. Siri blinked and the vision dispersed like dew in the afternoon sun, leaving the Jedi apprentice wearing an inappropriate dress. With a huff, she tossed her hair brush on the bunk and walked out into the common room. A low whistle emitted from the sofa. “You clean up nice.” “You’re doing?” she asked, tugging at the fabric. Devid put a hand to his heart as if wounded. “Would I?” “I don’t like it.” “It suits you.” He leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee and cupping his chin in his hand. He gauged her for a moment, lips pressed in a line of thought, before giving a definitive nod in self-affirmation. “But if you don’t like it, why wear it?” “I thought it more preferable than the towel.” “That depends...,” he drew off. “On?” she prompted. “How big was the towel?” She rolled her eyes. “Business, remember? What’s the next move? If Obi-Wan is as ruthless as you make him out to be Master Jinn’s life may be in danger.” “Vordda is putting together a raid team now,” Dev answered, tossing a datapad in her direction. “Raith and Ben are about to put their heads on or grab themselves the ultimate prize.” “What’s a conclave?” “Mandatory meeting of all the big weights in the business. It’s a way to make sure everyone plays fair.” “Fair?” she questioned. “It must be a new word in their vocabulary. When was the last Conclave?” “About five hundred years ago,” Devid answered. At her stunned expression he continued, “It’s a tool much like a blaster. You have it there so that you don’t have to use it. Because once you let loose a blaster bolt, you’ve got one hell of a headache to deal with. When Naharra called it, he had evidence against the Corlanni and Parosn families. What he didn’t know was the two families had allied themselves and had set the rest of the cartels against him. The man burned to death in an ‘accidental’ fire.” “Why take the risk then?” “Raith’s betting he’ll come out on top. He’s got a lead on the Rdilliam statue and plus he’s got Ben now and that’s a pawn few can play. All the cartel families look for Force-sensitive beings and believe me Ben is not the first Jedi to go renegade.” Siri’s expression hardened, her sapphire eyes cooling to orbs of steel. “Let’s get something straight now, I’m not a renegade. I’m here to do my job and it just happens to coincide with destroying the cartels here. Once that’s done, I’m taking Master Jinn back to Coruscant.” Devid straightened to his feet. “Didn’t say anything else.” “And you will be on the ship with us to testify,” she added. He crossed the room to stand before her, toe to toe. His breath hot on her face. “Now listen here, darlin’..” “And don’t call me darling.” They starred each other down, a mountain against a mountain. Slowly that obnoxious smirk came over Devid’s face. It was infectious and she found herself returning it. “Force, I hate you,” she said on a laugh that cut the tension in the room. He took a step back and Siri felt as though she could breath again. “I thought that was dangerous for you Jedi. Stub your toe and you might go evil. Anger, hate, love, all forbidden.” Siri’s smile disappeared. “We aren’t going there?” “Going where?” he asked, picking a caster berry from the pile on the table. “My relationship with your brother” “Oh, ho. Relationship? That’s not how Ben put it,” Devid said through munching on a berry. “How exactly did Ben put it?” Devid swallowed. “Sorry, sworn to secrecy. Bond of brothers.” “Then what are you doing here?” “Business, darling,” he said and there was an abrupt weariness in his tone. “Always business.” “Sounds lonely,” she admitted. He took it as an accusation. “You would know.” He cleared his throat, grabbed another handful of berries. “Back to the plan. Vordda is make a raid on Unngol’s old base. That’s where our spies say that Master Jinn is. I’m assuming you want in on the raid.” “Yes.” “All right. Best get your rest, darlin’. We’re going to need it.” He headed for his bedroom door, the one across the common room from hers. He paused, resting his hand on the knob. “Did you love him/” “Like air,” she breathed. “It was the same for him. Maybe, your our tool. Our blaster, Siri Tachi.” He went into his room. Siri took several deep long breaths, fighting back the memories that begged to come to the surface, to long under the suffocating darkness in the corners of her mind. “Force,” she cursed. “Might as well be the blaster, I already have a hell of a headache.” -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 6/7 3:07am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 06/07
	Siri has a thing about the Kenobi boys. I see a light at the end of the tunnel, like a game of chess you put your pieces in strategic positions, the knight will protect the queen or sister in this case, putting his sister with Qui-Gon. Good move Fantastic 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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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/7 5:12am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 06/07
	I love the direction this is taking. Qui and Elisa (that is her name, right?) I see as a good team, as I do Siri and Devid. Great update! -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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p_stotts Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 6/7 7:18am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 06/07
	Thanks for the pm! Hmm... I think Obi sent his sister to the lockup for her own protection. Of course, she doesn't know that. I wonder if Qui-Gon will figure it out. Now, if Siri could just realize what's going on, everything might just work out. I still think I know what's going on, but won't say anything in case I'm right and it spoils it for others. You've been pretty sparse with the clues, but I've picked up on several. Good job. Post again soon. -----signature----- If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans for your life. Proud master to Gkilkenny! Stories in my bio. 9/19/2008 is National Talk Like A Pirate day in the U.S. Everyone else join in too! Arr! Avast ye landlubbers!
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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/7 8:02am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 06/07
	And that stakes are raised! I'm truly enjoying this story. You've done a great job with Siri's character as well as with all the others. -----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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obsessedwithSW Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/8 10:22pm Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 06/07
	A low whistle emitted from the sofa. “You clean up nice.” I bet sh'll shock Obi-Wan in this getup. Blaster indeed! -----signature----- Yes Darth Maul -bring sexy back! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW8kOYvwVng Avid SiriWaner ! Stories in Bio
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azizah Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/10 9:40am Subject: RE: Nothing As It Seems (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri, OCs) Updated 06/07
	Great update. You have done a great job of building this story and I love how you now have Elisa and Qui-Gon and Siri and Devid working together. Very interesting character combinations. I can’t wait for the next chapter.
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