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This is my first time posting to this forum. It's a story that attempts to untangle the orgin of the Jedi a bit as well as give Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan a chance to go off and have some adventures. I hope you enjoy it.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi waited in the dark. His hiding place was uncomfortable, but he knew he was being hunted and that his only hope was ambush. So he stayed as still as possible, listening and trying to use the force to feel out a perimeter beyond his hiding place. He sensed nothing. For now he was alone.
He was in the mechanical room of a large shuttle on its way to Coruscant with several diplomats. He and his Master Qui-Gon Jinn were returning to the Jedi temple after 8 solid months of service in the field. He was new to this life, not yet 14, but Qui-Gon was experienced and had lent stability to what was essentially a wandering existence. Never the less, 8 months was a long time. They were both ready for the break, but now Qui-Gon was nowhere to be seen and Obi-Wan was hiding on a condensor platform in the bowels of the ship.
The ship was heavily armored and very fast. Even on his high perch, the engines throbbed beneath his feet making it difficult to concentrate. He hadn’t anticipated the distraction when he’d chosen his hiding place. It was a mistake he was going to have to live with however. His opponent had been close on his heels. He didn’t have much time.
He heard the hinges of the door creak and a beam of light passed along the floor. Faint footsteps. Then he felt it, a presence so strong with the force it nearly floored him. He could feel his opponent’s mind, much more in tune with the force than he, better trained, and stronger. His plan had worked so far, his adversary had sought him out, been lured to his hiding place. The element of surprise could give him the upper hand, at least in the beginning. But this wouldn’t be easy. He took a deep breath, calmed his nerves as the footsteps grew louder, and leapt down from his hiding place - lightsabre lit and ready for battle.
His attacker’s lightsabre was up and blocking before Obi-Wan’s feet hit the ground. Too slow again, Obi-Wan thought, but there was no time to dwell. For a few moments the two of them were locked in struggle. He was almost enjoying himself, the times he could sense his assailant’s intentions seconds before they happened and was ready with a counter move, the feel of his lightsabre in his hands meeting the blade of another. But he was wearing down. What had been a stalemate, an evenly matched duel was becoming less and less in Obi-Wan’s favor. He had to leave, his moment was over and retreat was his only option.
There was only one exit from the room and his opponent stood in the way. Obi-Wan was on the defensive now, blocking attack after attack. This was the classic Jedi way of fighting, to wear your opponent down by simply refusing to yield, yet not wasting energy on attacks. But this time it was not working. He was on the defensive and was growing more exhausted by the second.
His opponent was tall and the ceiling was low. There was no chance Obi-Wan could leap over his head without giving himself a nasty knock at the same time. He tried to run around the side, but was blocked. There was no choice. He dove between his attacker’s legs and was out the door. He thought he heard laughter but he didn’t wait to see.
He had to think of a new strategy. Hiding and then ambush almost hadn’t worked that time. This time he would have to prepare a better offense. There were only so many places on the ship where he could do such a thing. The best place would be his and Qui-Gon’s quarters.
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Hmmm...why do I have a weird feeling about this?
Keep posting!
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I thought I'd post a little bit more of this to make it more interesting. Oh and I realized I had posted a draft as my first part. No worries I've fixed it but it had some of my outline notes in it. oops.
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Obi-Wan stepped into the room cautiously. It was empty. Good. He locked the door.
Now, it was time for a plan. His mind considered and rejected what seemed like a thousand ideas. All of them were too impulsive, too immature. Qui-Gon accused him of being too stubborn and headstrong, too eager to fight when there were better and more peaceful ways to resolve a conflict. He wanted to impress his master, do something worthy of his praise.
But there wasn’t much to work with. In the end, Obi-Wan chose to sit on his bunk and meditate. It was possible that with all the compartments on the ship, his opponent would not bother searching them. He started to relax.
He was wrong about the compartments. The door swung open with a crash. Obi-Wan jumped to his feet, lightsabre ready. His opponent swung and Obi-Wan met the blow and held it. He tried to stay unpredictable and draw the fight to different parts of the room when he could. There was little furniture but he tried to lure his attacker into tripping over it whenever possible. He seemed to have the upper hand for a longer time in this duel. Meditating had helped - he felt light and sure on his feet as he and his opponent fought. Yet Obi-Wan knew he couldn’t keep this up forever.
Once again he was in a room with only one door. Escape would be more difficult this time; he could not try the same trick twice. He had trapped himself a second time and now it was beginning to look hopeless. He was about to surrender when he remembered a detail that would save him. The room had a ladder running up the wall in the far corner that led to a small maintenance hatch for the room’s environmental controls. He could fit through the hatch and use the ship’s ventilation system to move around. His opponent wouldn’t be able to fit through the hatch and that would buy Obi-Wan the time he needed.
He leapt across the room and started climbing. It was when he reached the hatch that he realized in horror that he’d made a terrible judgment. His back was to his attacker, he had one hand on the top rung, and in the other he held his lightsabre. He needed a third hand to work the latch for the portal. He now faced a choice, drop his weapon to escape and continue unarmed or attempt to use the force to work the latch. The former didn’t seem reasonable so he tried the latter.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes. He could feel the latch and feel the force almost wrapping around it. He pushed, a mere suggestion. It was beginning to turn when he was grabbed from behind. Large arms enfolded him and plucked him off the ladder. His lightsabre dropped from his hand and clattered to the floor. He kicked out helplessly with his feet but connected with air. He kept his struggle up until his opponent couldn’t hold on any more and threw him down on his bunk.
Obi-Wan was free for a moment and then the real battle began.
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Yes!!
Action!!
Suspense!!!
I'm liking this 'cat & mouse' game
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Cool!
that is all
See ya
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Laughing, yet in pain at the same time. He was being tickled. Everywhere. And he was very very ticklish.
"Qui-Gon, stop it!" he cried.
Qui-Gon, who showed no sign of exertion despite the fact that he’d been running all over the ship just smiled. "You only feel what you allow yourself to feel", he said. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
It was irritating, Obi-Wan thought, that Qui-Gon could tickle him without even touching him. It seemed an abuse of the power of the force to use it to tickle your apprentice. In fact he was sure it was. And what was worse was that he couldn’t reciprocate. He’d tried once and Qui-Gon had merely shot him an odd glance.
Slowly, he was able to split his mental and physical energies between laughing and squirming to stillness and mental calm. Finally he was able to block out Qui-Gon entirely.
"Good, Padawan", his master said. "You’re getting much better at strategy, but you still need to consider the present. Some of your hiding places weren’t exactly well thought out. "
Obi-Wan nodded. Though most of their days were spent in more serious matters, these were the times Obi-Wan enjoyed most. Sparring with his master made him feel stronger more experienced. It also helped him understand the way Qui-Gon thought and the way he used the force. The benefits of such exercises were mutual of course. Qui-Gon used the opportunity to look into his padawan’s mind, to help him make better decisions when faced with tough choices. It brought them closer. Made them a team. Someday, Qui-Gon knew, when Obi-Wan was older the two of them would fight side by side as though they were one. He was laying the foundation for that now.
After leaving the Jedi Temple on Coruscant Obi-Wan found that he missed his friends and the stability of life there. He had always had tremendous respect for Qui-Gon, but had not known what to make of him in the beginning. He had seemed distant to the point of cruelty at times when they first met, but that all changed the day Qui-Gon accepted Obi-Wan as his padawan learner. It hadn’t been easy. For either of them, Obi-Wan suspected. Qui-Gon didn’t want the burden of an apprentice; that had been clear enough. And Obi-Wan didn’t know what he wanted. He only knew he wanted to be a Jedi and not a farmer.
Obi-Wan had been identified as force sensitive as an infant. He had been taken to the temple and his name had been changed. He had lived his entire life without a real family. Now he had one. Obi-Wan loved and trusted Qui-Gon more than he did anyone in the universe. He would have gone anywhere with him and felt that he would obey any order he gave. At the same time he missed the temple and his friends. He had so much to tell them and he longed for the quiet serenity of the meditation room, the garden, and the sound of falling water. He shut his eyes as though trying to summon the sight and sound of it.
Qui-Gon’s voice brought him back. "Obi-Wan, you’re not listening to me." It was an observation, made without a hint of derision. And it was true; Obi-Wan hadn’t heard a word.
"I’m sorry, Master", he said, his head lowered.
Qui-Gon smiled. He laid a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and squeezed. "That’s all right. Sometimes I don’t know when to stop. You did very well today. The hatch idea would have worked had you thought it through better. I would not have been able to follow you through there. You would have turned what had been a disadvantage into a great advantage."
Obi-Wan nodded.
"But enough of that. Tomorrow we will reach Coruscant. The council informs me your friend Bant has been chosen as the pdawan of Master Gyat-si. She will be leaving in 3 days. You’ll have time to say goodbye. You should get some rest, Padawan. "
"I will, Master." He shed his cloak and began preparing for bed.
Qui-Gon turned the cabin lights low, but remained awake studying the contents of a data pad.
Obi-Wan lay back on his bunk. He felt safe. Safe and happy. He had come so close to losing his dream of becoming a Jedi knight that now he savored each moment. The last thing he saw before he drifted off to sleep was his master, Qui-Gon. His dreams were pleasant and filled with light.
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Thanks for the comments everyone. After JA#5 I wanted to have something in which Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were a little more "bonded". But, being a Jedi apprentice isn't all tickle fights and warm fuzzy stuff. I thought I'd post a little bit more to move things along.
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Qui-Gon was wide awake seconds before he heard the buzz of the cabin’s comm. unit. He hopped down from his bunk and silenced it.
"Yes?" he said in a low voice. He could hear Obi-Wan’s breathing, the shallow measured breaths of deep sleep. He didn’t want to wake him.
A nameless voice said flatly, "Qui-Gon Jinn, there is an emergency communication for you from the Jedi council on Coruscant. Please report to the communications room at once. "
Qui-Gon didn’t bother to answer. Instead he dressed and hurried toward the front of the ship.
In the communications room Qui-Gon faced a hologram of Mace Windu. The shuttle was set to emulate time on Coruscant so Qui-Gon recognized that it must be something very serious to have them both up so late.
"I’m sorry Qui-Gon," Mace was saying, "I know you’ve been gone a long time, but this is an emergency. The planet of Yebbis-Corta is on the brink of civil war. There have been several attacks on their capital city already. They have requested Jedi intervention. They need someone to escort their spiritual and political leaders to a neutral meeting place."
"I don’t see what that has to do with us. There are thousands of Jedi who could do this." Qui-Gon said.
"The issue is time. Yebbis-Corta is in a very isolated part of the galaxy, but to the neighboring systems, they are the hub of the entire political and religious order. If the planet’s people are split by the civil unrest, it could resonate throughout the galaxy." Mace said. "You and Obi-Wan must go there tonight."
"Tonight? How?"
"The shuttle is slowing down. A republic diplomatic cruiser will rendezvous with you in an hour."
"Please," Qui-Gon made one last attempt, "Obi-Wan is exhausted. I’m tired too. It’s been too long."
Through the lines of the hologram Qui-Gon could see Mace Windu’s face soften. "I know." He said, "The council has looked at every option. But you’re the closest. We owe it to the people of Yebbis-Corta. You and your Padawan shall have a break. I promise. The council promises."
Qui-Gon smiled ruefully. "It’s never been my place to disobey the wishes of the council." He said, ignoring the stern look that Mace Windu gave him, "We will go to Yebbis-Corta."
He bowed and stepped away as the hologram faded.
Back in their quarters, Qui-Gon woke Obi-Wan as gently as he could, and watched as his apprentice had packed his things listlessly, as though still not totally awake. Then the two of them made their way to the docking hangar, moving with cat-like silence through the dimmed hallways.
As they watched the red-hulled republic cruiser enter the docking bay, Obi-Wan was sullen.
"I won’t get to say goodbye to Bant," he said. Qui-Gon regarded him. For the last month he had noticed an almost permanent fatigue that had become part of his padawan’s countenance. He didn’t like it. It was unusual for a new master and apprentice pair to be tested so early in their relationship. The council obviously had a great deal of faith in them. Maybe too much.
"I know," was all he said though. There was nothing he could do about it now. He would figure out a way to make it up to Obi-Wan later.
The cruiser took off seconds after they boarded, taking them to a place far away from Coruscant.
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oops. It posted twice. No worries. I'm still getting used to this forum thing...
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I knew it! Ha! Great story!
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I just found this story and I like it too. I can't wait to read more.
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Back in the familiar confines of the ambassadorial ship that had become like a home to them, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan studied a pair of data pads with the mission briefing on them. The mission was simple, but the planet’s people were complex.
Yebbis-Corta, or "Sacred Home" in the native tongue, was home to a deeply spiritual and pacifistic race known as the Yebbi. The people were so deeply rooted in their spiritual lives that their very name for themselves was simply "spirit." Over half the population lived in temples as monks. Religion was hardly separated from the daily lives of these people who believed that every thing, living or dead was holy. Because of this belief system, the Yebbi did not die but simply transferred bodies when one became used up. The tracking of souls was like a science to them as they roved about their own planet searching the tiny villages for the reincarnations of the great monks.
The problem was that they could not support themselves by their spirituality alone. While for centuries they had served as neutral mediators for the neighboring planets, in the expanding interstellar economy of the republic they’d needed to sustain at least some technological growth. So, along with the great temples and a multitude of shrines, existed a thriving technological quadrant.
Three centuries earlier the technology workers of Yebbis-Corta had rebelled and the planet was divided into two states. The new state was called "Talus" with the majority of the land still held by the monks and other Yebbi designated as "Rengaia". Despite the split, the citizens of both Talus and Rengaia remained deeply rooted in the same spiritual belief system that had guided them for centuries before. They co-existed peacefully and willingly.
Ten years ago, however, all that had changed. A group of students lead by a charismatic young woman by the name of Astrid Stovall started a tiny rebellion. Astrid believed that the time of the Yebbi was over and that the entire planet rightfully belonged to Talus. She called for a new designation for the world - Talus-Corta. To make matters worse, she blamed the spiritual leadership of Rengaia for her planet’s slowed technological development and preached the dismantling of most of the temples and monasteries. She was a powerful speaker and a cunning politician, even as a young student.
Astrid’s small group of students was dismissed as insignificant by leaders of both Talus and Rengaia and so she was able to continue to build up a following unhindered. Now she had an army that lived somewhere in the vast jungle between the borders of Talus and Rengaia. To make matters more complicated she had several supporters in elected positions on the Talusian government. She and her supporters were calling for annexation of Rengaia and advocated military action should they refuse to submit. There had already been ruthless guerilla attacks on the Rengaian capital city of Es-speeth and for the past year Yebbi living in the state of Talus had been ordered to return to Rengaia or be placed into detention camps.
The past year. Qui-Gon put the data pad down and sighed. This had been going on for a year. Why hadn’t they requested help earlier? Or perhaps a few days later? He rubbed his temples. The room swam before his eyes. He looked over at Obi-Wan, hunched over his data pad and staring intently at the same information.
"You’d think that if this had been going on for a year, they could have called us earlier," he said without looking up at Qui-Gon. It was funny, as their bond through the force grew stronger, how many times Qui-Gon heard his apprentice echo his own thoughts. And how sometimes he found himself thinking thoughts that were almost alien to him and he realized that it was Obi-Wan’s mind touching his.
Obi-Wan was still looking down at the data pad, but his mind was no longer on its contents. "Qui-Gon?"
"Yes."
"That was fun. On the ship, I mean."
"It is always an honor to spar with you, Obi-Wan. You’ll be a great Jedi someday. More skilled than I am." Qui-Gon said this without pride.
"Thank you, Master."
"And now, I think it is time to get some rest. The Yebbi waited a year for us already. They can wait a couple more hours."
Obi-Wan stood up. "Agreed," he said, smiling. Their new quarters had separate sleeping areas and they parted ways. As Qui-Gon drifted off he wondered, why did Mace Windu feel that the Jedi owed the Yebbi their service?
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Cool! Awesome story! Please post more soon!
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I'm trying to post a bit every day.
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The capital city of Es-Speeth was high up on a mesa of hard stone. The mesa was surrounded by craggy mountains of bare rock that dropped off sharply and descended into rainforest so thick it was considered impassible by all but the most highly trained. Because of the years of isolation the land created, the Yebbi were highly suspicious of strangers, even those from other parts of the country, so off-worlders were regarded with the deepest suspicion. The cruiser landed at a secret location far from the capital city and Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had been whisked there in a windowless shuttle.
The shuttle came to rest in front of the entrance to the grand palace and they emerged from its isolation to the most incredible sights and sounds Obi-Wan had ever seen. Despite the landscape of barren rock, the city was bathed in brilliant color and cacophonous sound. Tapestries and flags of the most intricate weaving hung flapping in the wind from nearly every wall of the palace. There were rugs with the same multifaceted design work leading up to the palace, filled with detailed scenes of various totemic animals. Above them somewhere, great horns blasted an ever-present drone. Monks in russet robes and pilgrims in rags were everywhere, chanting and supplicating themselves before the palace. They sang prayers and clanged tiny metal chimes in the bright sun. The place was nearly bathed in mysticism.
Two young monks who seemed oblivious to the chaos ushered them across the rugs to the grand staircase. This was a formal arrival so the two Jedi wore their hooded robes obscuring their faces. Obi-Wan stepped on to the carpet and realized in horror that it was not a carpet at all but a design of poured sand. It must have taken years to make! Every footstep he’d made left a scuff in the pattern. He stopped, frozen in place. Qui-Gon must have sensed his shock because he turned around.
"It’s alright. It’s meant to happen. Nothing is permanent here," he said. Obi-Wan found the fortitude to move again, though he tried to step lightly to minimize the damage.
The palace itself was a giant maze of rooms and hallways. A grand meditation room was filled with monks, their bowed heads moving like a gentle sea. The low murmuring they made rose and fell like a swarm of insects. Incense permeated every space. The colors were more subdued within however and Obi-Wan found that he was even becoming accustomed to the constant drone that had seemed like a cacophony earlier.
The monks led them to a giant double door painted red. The door swung open to a simple room with a single chair. After the grandness of the entrance, it was a surprise to see such modesty. A woman was sitting in the chair. She was intensely beautiful, with dark wild features and long black hair that hung in hundreds of tight braids to her painted feet. She was dressed modestly to go with the room, but it didn’t matter; her beauty, which seemed to emanate from inside of her, was as intricate as any of the tapestries that hung outside.
She did not get up as the Jedi approached. Qui-Gon stood before her with Obi-Wan a step behind. The woman spoke.
"You are about to meet the most sacred being on Yebbis-Corta. Are you aware of the protocols regarding the meeting of such a person?"
"Show us. Please," Qui-Gon answered.
The woman’s voice was steady and professional. It resonated in the room as she spoke. "He is called ‘His High Holiness, The Divine Prince of Enlightenment.’ You may call him by his full title or simply, ‘Your High Holiness.’ You must never speak unless he speaks to you. Your heads must remain below his. You may not touch him. Do not look His High Holiness in the eyes. Ever. And when you enter, you must supplicate yourself to him. He is a living God. Jedi or not, you must honor his position." The litany of rules swam in Obi-Wan’s head.
Qui-Gon nodded, aware that for whatever reason, she did not totally trust them. The woman continued.
"I am Sheniko. I am His High Holiness’ guardian."
"It is our honor." Qui-Gon bowed, Obi-Wan mimicking his gesture from behind. Sheniko rose and returned the bow. She showed them the supplication posture that was proper at such a meeting. First a traditional bow, but instead of finishing there the head continued down until it touched the floor. The knees met the floor and then the body straightened face down on the floor. Obi-Wan practiced a few extra times to make sure he had it right.
"I will show you in now". Sheniko guided them towards a heavy door. She braced herself against it and it swung open to reveal a large room that was nearly empty, with only a large screen made of woven cloth. Small square windows let in beams of light that gave the room an almost holy glow. To the side of the screen, eight monks stood with near military precision. "Please, follow." Sheniko gestured for them to enter.
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Oooo! Please add more soon!!!!!
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Here is a short post. I see a lot of other threads have quite a bit of feedback from folks. I'd love that as I'm fairly new to writing and this is my first attempt at it.
How can I drum up a crowd? Or at least find out what folks think?
Thanks for reading.
-- Emily.
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The three of them stood before the barrier. Sheniko supplicated before it and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan quickly joined her in the moves they had just practiced. When they were done Sheniko backed away, leaving the two Jedi facing the screen alone.
Obi-Wan understood now. The screen was to prevent visitors from actually seeing The Divine Prince while allowing the Divine Prince to look upon his visitors. Obi-Wan could just make out an inhuman shadow moving behind the screen. He squinted but couldn’t make out any detail. They lowered their hoods and showed their faces for the first time.
"Your High Holiness, I am Qui-Gon Jinn." Qui-Gon spoke, his voice low and formal, "My apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I are here at the request of your government. It is our honor to serve."
The shadow moved about excitedly but said nothing. Qui-Gon waited patiently. A monk suddenly appeared from behind the screen. All the monks looked and dressed the same but this one seemed different, as though he had a sharper mind than the rest. He moved forward with a haste unusual in the serene environs.
"I am Dash-te Dey, chief political advisor and head tutor to his High Holiness. It was I who called you. " He bowed.
There was rustling behind the barrier and Dash-te Dey was summoned back behind it. There was something comic about all this formality and the way Dash-te hurried back. Obi-Wan hid his smile behind the sleeve of his robe. After a hushed debate, Dash-te returned.
"His High Holiness wishes Obi-Wan Kenobi to step forward." Obi-Wan glanced in surprise at Qui-Gon who nodded reassuringly. He stepped forward a few paces. The screen still obscured his view of the being that moved grotesquely behind it.
"A little closer, please," Dash-te Dey beckoned him.
Obi-Wan obeyed. He was so close to the partition now that his nose nearly touched it. He squinted through the cloth, trying to see what was behind. Another hushed conversation and Dash-te motioned to him to come around the screen. Cautiously, Obi-Wan walked around to the other side. He looked up.
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