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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/30/00 8:02pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	I was literally on the edge of my seat as Qui-Gon walked down the hall to his padawan. Excellent post, Cassia. Please hurry with more!
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Gaeriel Registered: Aug '99	Date Posted: 3/31/00 6:22am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Amen! Will Obi-Wan regain his sight now????
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Celes Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/31/00 6:25am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Together again! THANKS for the long post!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Durga2000 Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/31/00 4:11pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Thank you, oh thank you for the long post. Now, how about Obi-Wan's eyes? How long will be be sightless?
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Misty the Pokemon trainer Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/31/00 4:18pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	I noticed this in #1 slot. I was just hoping it meant another post. Say, what a great idea--how about another post?????
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 3/31/00 7:21pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Huge post, coming through... ******************************** Obi-Wan opened his eyes, but, as always, the world stayed just as dark. He felt Qui-Gon close by, but did not reach out. He knew his Master was there and was determined to stop being so clingy. He didn’t want Qui-Gon thinking he was a big baby. He was stronger than that. Even if he couldn’t be a Jedi, he could still be strong. He would always respect Qui-Gon, even when he could no longer be his pupil. That thought made Obi-Wan sad, but he tried to push it away so Qui-Gon would not feel his sorrow. There was something else Obi-Wan was feeling too, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. "Padawan," Qui-Gon shook his head. Knowing Obi-Wan was awake even before his eyes opened. "It seems I am forever finding myself at your bedside. Why do these things always seem to happen to you?" his voice was mild, almost playful. Obi-Wan smiled dryly up at the ceiling. "I have no idea Master." Qui-Gon’s brows knitted in concern. Obi-Wan responded cheerfully enough to him, but something was missing, something on a deeper level. "Obi-Wan," he reached out a warm tendril through the Force but received no answer. "Obi-Wan? Speak to me Obi-Wan," he strengthened and repeated the wave, becoming increasingly concerned by his apprentice’s lack of response. "I’m here, I’m just... tired, Master," Obi-Wan replied aloud after a moment, finally returning Qui-Gon’s Force-wave, but only half-heartedly. That was unlike Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon was worried. He laid his right hand on Obi-Wan’s forehead, feeling the Padawan’s temperature. It was high, but not dangerously so. He feared that Obi-Wan was much more ill than they had thought, judging from his strange reaction. "Do you feel all right Obi-Wan?" he inquired in concern. "As all right as I can after being worked over by three large men with sledgehammers for fists," Obi-Wan moaned, sitting up and holding his head. "How did you get here?" Obi-Wan’s flushed face paled as he tried to sit. He thought his head was going to fall off. Then he wished it would. He hadn’t hurt quite this bad, or at least this way, since he’d been worked over by that heavy-handed Hutt on the way to Bandomeer when he was just twelve. Ironic, he grimaced. That beating had also been given under the assumption that he was a spy because he had been someplace he shouldn’t have been. "That is a story for another time and place," Qui-Gon said, pressing two small, powdery, circular objects into Obi-Wan’s hand and then passing him a glass of water. "I have tried to help start your healing, but until we have time to get you into a proper trance, you might want to take these." Obi-Wan gulped the pain-pills with a twinge of guilt. He shouldn’t rely on crutches like that, but Qui-Gon was right. He wasn’t about to get very far right now without them. Qui-Gon patted Obi-Wan’s shoulder gently with his more mobile right hand. "We all need help from time to time," he reassured, feeling the Padawan’s hesitancy. Obi-Wan slid off the bed slowly. He appreciated that Qui-Gon was trying to make him feel better, but it didn’t help really. It was just one more thing that brought home to him the reality that he could no longer be the only thing he had wanted all his life to be. Qui-Gon could tell the boy was feeling badly, but given his condition that was not a surprise. He did not yet realize the depth of Obi-Wan’s discouragement. "I have something else for you," Qui-Gon said, sliding a cool metal cylinder into his Padawan’s hand. Obi-Wan recognized the familiar feel of his lightsaber. He smiled despite himself, curling his fingers tightly around the smooth handle. Qui-Gon nodded approvingly. It was good to see Obi-Wan smile. Administrator Owskar had tracked down and retrieved both lightsabers shortly after discovering that Qui-Gon was a Jedi. "Is the boy ready Jinn?" Verjl asked, entering from the hall. "The ship leaves in an hour." "I’m ready," Obi-Wan affirmed for himself. "Where are we going?" "Away from Driosnia, which ought to make you happy," Verjl said. "And we won’t be coming back," he added softer. "Jinn can fill you in as to the details." Obi-Wan struggled to comprehend what was happening. Everything seemed to be moving so fast. There were so many questions, so much he didn’t understand... Obi-Wan turned to Qui-Gon for an explanation. Qui-Gon made it as brief as possible, yet gave Obi-Wan all the details he could. "I see," Obi-Wan nodded, grasping the importance of what they were going to embark on. The door chimed and it was Sheena. "Excuse me Master," she said when Verjl keyed it open. "You said you wanted to know when they were ready for you and Mr. Jinn to board." "Thank you Sheena," Verjl nodded. "You may inform them that Kenobi will also be accompanying us to serve me on this journey." "Yes, sir," Sheena acquiesced. She felt a trifle jealous, she wished the Administrator would take her with him. Now not only was he going away, but he was also taking Obi-Wan with him, leaving her alone in this place. Verjl did not miss her look. "I’m sorry Sheena," he said gently. "I wish I could take you too." He couldn’t tell her he wouldn’t be coming back. The less she knew, the better it was for her. He also couldn’t just pick up and take all these people with him without attracting attention he could not afford. Sheena just nodded and left to do as he bid her. She did not know what was going on, but she had seen enough to know that something was. Obi-Wan quickly put on the new clothes he was given; clipping his lightsaber on the shiny black belt and letting the blue jacket fall over and conceal it. He did not like the idea of leaving Sheena behind, but understood the reason that they must. Verjl palmed the door open and the small group headed for the landing platform. Grey, murky morning hung in the Driosnian sky and high over head the distant black forms of native birds flirted with the upper air currents. The air itself was damp with morning moisture and the earth felt quiet, as if it was still under the spell of night’s nocturnal slumber. The wind carried the soft sounds of the night insects to them from the shadowy darkness of the fringe of trees that lined the path to the hanger. As they neared the hangar by the landing platform, Obi-Wan smelt the odors of fuel, oil, grease and exhaust mingling in the air. He could feel the big ship that waited for them on the landing field, engines warming, and the cold ones, more distant and remote feeling, in the hangar. He also felt Sheena, walking towards them. "I informed them as you requested. They are waiting for you," Sheena updated them a trifle flatly. "Goodbye Master," she bid Verjl farewell. "May the stars speed your journey. You too Mr. Jinn," she nodded at the older Jedi. "I wish I knew what you were all up to..." "Goodbye Obi-Wan," she smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder like a fond big sister. "When you get back I’ve got a floor you can help me with," she teased, bending down to give him a light peck on the cheek. "But you’re not coming back, are you," she whispered softly in his ear when she pretended to kiss him. "Any of you." Obi-Wan stiffened slightly. "Master, may I be excused to speak to Sheena for a moment, alone?" he requested. Qui-Gon cocked an amused eyebrow. "Don’t you think she’s a little old for you Padawan?" he thought in jest. "All right Obi-Wan," was all he said out loud. "But not too long, we don’t have much time." "I shall go ahead. Meet me in my cabin in no more than fifteen minutes," Administrator Verjl informed them before continuing ahead. Obi-Wan nodded in answer to both men’s statements and Qui-Gon moved off a few yards to give them the privacy Obi-Wan had requested. Obi-Wan really didn’t care if his Master overheard, he just wasn’t so sure he wanted the Administrator to. He didn’t know him very well yet and he did not want to put Sheena in any kind of danger.< -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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TheLastApocalypse Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/31/00 8:12pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Oooh! Oooh! What's happening, what's happening? -----signature----- <witty quote>
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/31/00 10:13pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Ah, I loved all the angst. Very nice! Now who screamed?! Sheena? It's another cliff-hanger! Gaah! -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/31/00 10:29pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Cassia- your posts make me hurt so much. This place is making me such a sadist. [This message has been edited by HealerLeona (edited 04-01-2000).]
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/1/00 1:06am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Ahhhhhh!!!! So much fanfic, so little net time!!! And it all tends to get updated at the same time so I have to make choices about which ones get priority reading!!! -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: Vetinari / Vimes '08 Scorpion pits and Justice for all Once a Talon, Always a Talon!
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NamelessAlien Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 4/1/00 5:45am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	<Sithly laughter> Ha ha ha, I found the site where the whole story is!!! I read it all!!! NA -----signature----- Still Life with a Nubian Mirror http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19274852/?0 Member of Wrenga Jixton's Virtual Blondies Club Sic hoc adfixum in obice legere potes, et liberaliter educatus et nimis propinquus ades.
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Celes Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 4/1/00 5:59am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Nice long post! Thank you, oh thank you, oh thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 4/1/00 12:28pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Sheena watched Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon move away. Watched them until they turned into small, dark shapes, overhung by the sprawling visage of the hangar. She wondered where they were all going and why. Finding no answers, and knowing they were probably too dangerous to understand anyway, she turned to head back to the house. Suddenly, an arm closed around her throat, holding her neck tightly in the crook of the elbow. "All right Danshe," a voice sneered the derogatory name for her people. "What did the kid say to you?" Sheena recognized Brun’s voice. "N-nothing," she struggled to keep the quake of surprise out of her tone. "Just goodbye." "Why did it take so long? And why is he suddenly going with? Hm? The kid is mighty close to that big aide, I’d say they knew each other all ready. How?" Brun demanded, tightening his arm until Sheena couldn’t breathe. "I don’t know, let me go, I’ve done nothing wrong," Sheena gasped, pulling desperately at Brun’s arm. "Oh, but you spent a lot of time with the kid Sheena, you’re the one who brought the Administrator into it when he turned up in the restricted area. I find it difficult to believe that you learned nothing about him in all that time. Why not make this easier and tell me?" "Let me go!" Sheena started struggling in earnest. "I know your voice Brun! You better not touch me or I’ll tell Master Owskar when he gets back!" she threatened with a bravado she did not feel. Brun had been warned more than once to leave her alone. "Ah, that’s assuming he’s coming back. That’s something I’ve been wondering about. All his money’s been transferred off planet Danshe. Oh, not in any obvious way, but it’s gone." Sheena knew Brun had to have been snooping about in the Administrators personal files to find that out. "So what? Maybe the rates are better," Sheena said dryly. Brun laughed softly in her ear, but it was neither mirthful, nor pleasant. Dragging her back towards the house he pressed her against the wall on her stomach, releasing her throat and twisting her left arm behind her back. "You’re funny Sheena, but now is the time to be serious. Deadly serious. My Uncle is a traitor Danshe; the Krallnorn has been watching him for a long time. He’s up to something now, I know it. He must be stopped." Brun twisted her arm harder, until Sheena thought he would break it. She moaned in pain, trying to squirm away from him, but he was stronger than she was and he had the advantage. Sheena felt the cold muzzle of his blaster press against the base of her neck. "I haven’t got time to play games. What did the boy say Sheena?" Brun demanded his voice chillingly cold. "N-nothing, really," Sheena shook her head. "I-I asked him where they were going, and he said he couldn’t tell me," she knew she had to be careful what she said. She did not want to betray the Administrator and Obi-Wan, but she did not doubt that Brun would kill her if she failed to cooperate. "That’s not good enough Danshe," Brun’s grip on her tightened. "Who is the boy, who is that new aide that Verjl keeps with him all the time? How do they know each other?" "Please Brun, I don’t know," Sheena squirmed. Her arm burned and her heart was pounding a mile a minute. With the Administrator leaving for good, Brun could do whatever he wanted to her and there would be no one to stop him. Brun struck her across the back of her head with his blaster. "That’s Mr. Owskar to you Danshe scum! Tell me, or I’ll leave you down at the guardhouse. Maybe after a few hours with them, your memory will become clearer," he threatened. "I-I don’t know much, really," Sheena’s voice shook with terror that she could not hide. "K-Kenobi and Jinn knew each other in the camps, before they came here. The Administrator made Jinn his aide because he saved his life, I assume that’s why he took Kenobi as well, for Jinn’s sake," Sheena told the truth, just not all of it. "I know that much," Brun snapped. "You’re not being helpful Danshe." He struck her again. Sheena saw stars. Her head throbbed. Brun’s voice cut through her like a vibro-blade. "How did Kenobi survive the camps blind? There’s a lie here somewhere, what is it about him that you’re hiding?" Brun struck her in the small of her back, making Sheena give a little cry. Brun released her arm. Spinning her around so that they were face to face, he pressed the muzzle of the blaster under her chin. "We’re short on time. The ship is leaving within the hour. As much as I would enjoy trying to make you talk; it would take too long. I’m going to count, and when I get to five, either you are going to tell me what I want to know, or I’m going to blow your head off. It’s that simple. One, two, three..." Sheena’s heart hammered. She saw Brun’s finger tightening on the trigger. "Four, five," Brun’s hand tightened. "Too bad Danshe," he whispered. "No! Wait!" Sheena cried, terrified. "Obi-Wan’s, he’s... he’s a Jedi," she whispered, hanging her head in shame at having betrayed the secret. Brun nodded. It all made sense now. He had suspected, but now he knew for sure. "Jinn too?" Sheena nodded brokenly. "So that’s what he’s up to," Brun whispered. "He’s going to betray us all, and he’s got the Jedi to help him." Bruck’s light grey eyes turned icy cold. "Thanks Sheena," he mocked, his finger once more tightening on the trigger of his blaster. "You’ve been a real help." Sheena saw the murderous intent in his eyes and realized in an instant that he intended to kill her anyway. "Mr. Owskar?" the voice of one of the guards made Brun look up for a moment. Sheena seized the opportunity. Shoving the blaster away from her neck she threw herself sideways. A blaster bolt zinged by her ear, scorching the wall behind her. She hit the ground rolling and jumped up. Another shot made the earth by her feet explode. Sheena screamed and made a dash for the trees on their right. She knew she stood no chance out in the open. *********************************** Comments? -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/1/00 4:44pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Ohh, they can't let Sheena get hurt while they're leaving!!!! -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: Vetinari / Vimes '08 Scorpion pits and Justice for all Once a Talon, Always a Talon!
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 4/2/00 9:36am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	The two Jedi stiffened, alert and on guard, their hands straying automatically to the hilts of their lightsabers. Qui-Gon looked around, and Obi-Wan stretched out with his other senses. "Sheena," they both said at the same time. Sheena was in trouble; something was wrong, very wrong. "Obi-Wan, get to the ship, be sure that the Administrator is protected," Qui-Gon ordered as he moved swiftly off towards the source of the scream. For a moment Obi-Wan hesitated, hating to be sent off to safety, hating to be useless. Then his mind kicked in and he realized that Qui-Gon had given him an assignment, not told him to hide. Hurrying toward the ship he met Verjl on the loading ramp. "What’s taking so long? Where’s Jinn?" the Administrator asked impatiently. "What’s going on?" He got his answer a moment later. "Duck!" Obi-Wan cried, sensing the shot before it came and pulling Verjl down with him. More shots whizzed at them from the cover of the ship parked on their left. Verjl started to crawl up the ramp towards the safety of the ship’s entry, but Obi-Wan grabbed his arm and shoved him off the side of the ramp instead, just as a fresh volley of shots exploded at them from inside the ship itself, scorching the spot on the ramp that they had occupied only moments earlier. Obi-Wan and Verjl pressed their backs against the underside of the loading ramp, momentarily hidden in the shadows. Obi-Wan knew it wouldn’t take long before their attackers figured out where they went. This ramp would not provide much protection against a direct assault. "Looks as if they are on to me," Verjl shook his head. Failure making his heart sink like a lead balloon. "I never expected them to be able to strike so swiftly, at such short notice. I have failed," he said with resigned misery. Obi-Wan was trying to think fast. "Not yet," he shook his head. They had to do something, but what? He knew what he’d do if he still had his eyes, but what could he do now? "Your blindness does not limit you Obi-Wan, you limit yourself," Qui-Gon’s words came back to him. Was he limiting himself? A shot whizzed past their heads. Their attackers had found them. Qui-Gon ran towards the house. His pace swiftened when he saw the distinct flashes of blaster fire ahead of him. Sheena scrambled through the trees, her heart in her throat. Brun had shot the guard who had been unfortunate enough to interrupt him and now he was after her. A hot blast shattered the tree limb above her head. The line of trees was thin and the protection scanty. Sheena realized she was not going to make it. The blaster fell silent. She peeked cautiously out of the trees to see where Brun was and found herself staring down the barrel of his weapon. There was a flash of fire and Sheena fell back, expecting to feel the bolt blow her head off, but instead, she found herself falling backward onto the ground, her heart thumping, but completely unharmed. A moment later her reeling brain realized that it had not been the orange/white flare of a blaster bolt, but a flash of intense green fire that sliced down on the black barrel of the weapon, cutting it to pieces and knocking it to the ground. Sheena looked up and saw the man that Obi-Wan called Master holding a glowing green light-sword in his right hand. Brun jumped back with an oath. After that, everything unfolded rather quickly. Before Sheena even had a chance to draw, much less catch, her breath somewhere near six or seven soldiers appeared. Drawn by the sounds of the fire-fight ensuing outside they spilled out of the house like ants rushing out of an ant hill when a child pokes it with a stick. Quickly taking in the situation they immediately reacted by opening fire on Qui-Gon. Verjl returned fire from around the edge of the ramp, but they couldn’t hold the position for long. Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber. It was strange to hear the familiar hum of the blade but not see its blue/white light. "You have the clearance codes for any of these ships, right?" Obi-Wan asked Verjl over the roar of the gunfire. Verjl nodded. "Yes. Unless they have nullified my security pass." "Let’s hope they didn’t," Obi-Wan thought grimly. "Run for the hangar," he instructed the Administrator. "Get to one of the ships and prepare for takeoff. I’ll cover you." "What?!" Verjl protested incredulously. "I can’t let you do that! You’re blind!" Obi-Wan grimaced. He did not need to be reminded of that. "It doesn’t matter, go!" "But-" "Go!" Obi-Wan fairly shouted, deflecting a blaster bolt with his lightsaber and shoving the Administrator towards the edge of the ramp. With no time to argue further, Verjl made a break for the cover of the hangar, spraying blaster fire in the direction of at least one group of their attackers to make them keep their heads down. Obi-Wan sprang out right behind him, covering the Administrator’s back. Blaster bolts exploded around the blind Jedi, heating the air and filing it with a burning smell. Obi-Wan reached out to the limits of his abilities and training. Letting the Force flow through him he whirled his saber, deflecting shot after shot. Twirling and spinning with an agility he had thought lost to him, the apprentice backed towards the hanger, safely covering their retreat. Glancing back over his shoulder, Verjl saw Obi-Wan deflecting the volley of bolts directed at them with an ease and skill that defied reality. The feat would have been impossible for a normal man, and Obi-Wan was blind! The Administrator was awed. Impressed was simply not the word. Reaching the cover of the hanger he turned his mind back to the task at hand. Choosing a small, swift craft with a sleek design that was near the entrance Verjl pulled out his security pass and prayed that it was still valid. Obi-Wan stood in the yawning hangar entryway, standing off against the forces outside. He could feel them massing to rush him. No doubt some of them were also slipping around to come up from behind. "Master!" was all he had time to call out before they came at him in force. ********************************** Comments? -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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