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padawan3 Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 3/14/00 8:11pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Oh please post. I need to find out what happened. -----signature----- "Oppression is often the consequence, but seldom or never the means of riches; and though avarice will preserve a man from being necessitously poor, it generally makes him too timorous to be wealthy." Thomas Paine
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The Butler Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 3/15/00 4:51am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Yes! More posts! (Winces when thinking about Qui-Gon's injuries. ) -----signature----- "If, drunk with sight of power, we loose, / Wild tongues that have not thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use,/ Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,/ Lest we forget--Lest we forget." Kipling, "Recessional"
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 3/15/00 6:23am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Obi-Wan clutched his knees to his chest and shivered, whether from actual chill or just loneliness, even he didn’t really know. He sat on the barracks floor wrapped in the shadows of night. Even for sighted people it was dark now. Obi-Wan leaned against the rough panel of the bed-frame behind him. He supposed he could have gotten in the bed if he had tried. It wasn’t so crowded now that Qui-Gon was gone... Obi-Wan hugged his knees a little tighter. He probably could have even managed the climb up on his own if he had to, but he didn’t really care. He’d just as soon be here, where he and Qui-Gon had spent so many nights together... The barracks creaked and groaned in the gusty winds and from outside he could hear the faint warning hum of the electric fencing that cut the camp off from the outside world. But that was not all the young Jedi could hear. Misery, fear, hatred and despair saturated the air of the camp like the clouds of smog that billowed from the tall, wicked looking smokestacks at the far end of the compound. Obi-Wan could feel it around him, cold and dark. He could hear the swirling emotions like voices, shrieking, screaming, pleading... The Padawan pressed his hands to his ears in an ineffectual attempt to block the voices out. Unfortunately it was not those ears that he was hearing with. "Where are you Master?" Obi-Wan pleaded with the silence around him. He felt utterly cut off and alone. Deserted. "I don’t care what’s happening, please Master, I don’t want to be alone here!" There was no answer. Obi-Wan wondered with a shiver if that was because Qui-Gon could not answer him. With their bond severed this way, Obi-Wan wondered if he would even be able to tell if Qui-Gon died. Was that what he had felt earlier? "Please Master, if you’re out there, answer me! Answer me!" Nothing. Only darkness and the screaming shriek of the despair that enshrouded the camp like a cerecloth. Obi-Wan slumped further down, wrapping his arms around his chest. There was nothing he could do, no way he could help these people or change this place. No way he could help Qui-Gon or himself. He was so weary. He didn’t want to hear anymore, he wanted quiet. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and put up shields around his mind, just as impassible as the electric fences outside. Qui-Gon was out of reach, had made himself out of reach, Obi-Wan thought with a twinge of bitterness. Anyway, there was no one else he cared to leave his mind open to, so he drew up his barriers and withdrew inside himself. He could still reach out and feel through the Force, he could hardly function if he did not, but nothing could reach him unless he opened up to let it. With the voices at last stilled, he leaned his aching head on his knees and drifted off into a troubled, dreamless sleep. ****************************** Comments? -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/15/00 7:35am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Heavy Sigh--poor, poor Obi.sniff, sniff Now that Qui-Gon seems to be getting help I hope he manages to aid his padawan. Great post, really touches the heart.
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jodiwent Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 3/15/00 10:37pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	You are making me nervous! Keep it up. -----signature----- Links to FICS in Bio on botom of profile http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=238155
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/16/00 2:02am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Yay! There's more story! Thank you! I'm glad to see Qui-Gon finally got a break. But poor, poor Obi-Wan! -----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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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 3/16/00 6:28am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Qui-Gon lost track of how many times he phased in and out of reality, or how long his semi-delirium lasted. Finally, he awoke and found the cobwebs were gone from his brain. When the Nurse droid checked on her patient, she found him sitting up and talking coherently. "Good," she approved. "You’re on the mend." But she stopped him when he attempted to get out of bed. "I’m sorry, but I must insist that you remain immobile for the time being. Please comply with me willingly, I do not wish to have to sedate you." The truth was, Qui-Gon may have been awake, but he felt far from strong, so he gave in to the droid’s threat. For now. Settling back, he examined his surroundings. Apparently the Administrator was a powerful man, at least powerful enough to get him out of the camps, although how long that would last Qui-Gon did not know. Would he be sent back when he was well? He didn’t intend to wait to find out, but there was nothing he could do about it right now, he was still too weak. Anyway, there was no way they could send him back in his current condition, it would be a pointless waste of their effort to heal him. He was going to have to bide his time as he regained his strength. "But what about Obi-Wan?" his heart cried. What might be happening to his Padawan while he was stuck here? The Jedi Master closed his eyes, searching for Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan stood at attention with the other prisoners from his barracks. He felt the restlessness and heard the shuffling and swaying of the people around him during the longer than usual roll call. This at least, was not a problem for him. If there was one thing being a Jedi taught it was patience. Although that was hardly his favorite subject, Obi-Wan could call on it when he needed to. Being able to stand still for very long times without fidgeting or showing visible impatience was an essential skill considering how many long and boring negotiations Jedi were doomed to attend during their lives. At least here, Obi-Wan did not have to feign interest or keep track of what was being said. Besides, the less attention he drew to himself, the better he liked it. This morning however, his calm, composed stance and civil attitude had the opposite effect. It actually attracted attention to him. Obi-Wan could tell something was going on even before he felt the people moving towards him. Roll call was always long, but never this long. Everyone had been accounted for already, but the order to dismiss them to work had not yet been given. The young Jedi kept his eyes downcast as he felt the people stop right in front of him. He guessed there were about five of them. A hand caught his arm and pulled him forward a little, out of the line. "What about this one, he seems a respectful, quiet sort," Obi-Wan heard a voice say. He wondered what exactly they were looking for. A hundred nasty explanations rushed into his head, but he forced them right back out again. Borrowing trouble did him no good. The short Droisian man that had pulled Obi-Wan out of line examined the young man with brusque, but efficient thoroughness. Obi-Wan forced himself to remain impassive as unseen hands poked, prodded and generally looked him over like an animal at market. "He’ll do," the short man said at last. "Not too much of a trouble-maker I hope?" he asked, glancing askance at the torn and stained back of Obi-Wan’s prison tunic. "He doesn’t really look like it." "No, sir," the Duty Officer replied. "I’m sure whatever rebellious tendencies he has, you’ll train out of him soon enough," the malicious grin was apparent in the Officer’s voice and Obi-Wan repressed the urge to shudder. What was he getting into? He couldn’t imagine anything worse than this place, but then, he didn’t want to imagine too hard. Obi-Wan found himself taken out aside and lined up with a small group of other prisoners who had also been chosen for, for what? Obi-Wan did not know. Heavy metal collars were placed around their necks, linking them together in a single-file line by the chains that connected the collars. The sharp snap of a whip started the line moving. Obi-Wan shuffled his feet in an attempt to remain even with the paces of the prisoners in front and behind him and to avoid stumbling. Where were they going now? What waited for them there? "Do you know where we’re going?" he whispered to the person in front of him. There was no answer, so he guessed that the man had shaken his head no. "No talking," the short man who now seemed to be in possession of them commanded sternly. Obi-Wan started and drew his breath in sharply at the charge that zapped him from the collar around his neck. From the reaction of the others in the line, Obi-Wan realized that all the collars ran on the same frequency. If one of them misbehaved, all of them were punished. Obi-Wan kept his mouth shut after that. ********************************* Comments? -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 3/16/00 7:41pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Hmm, out of the frying pan and into the fire, eh? This is really cool. Someone go get Jane Jinn, she'd love this too. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/16/00 9:02pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Volts jolt but mills kill. Okay, so the electrical current in the collar is apparently AC. Unfortunately, from the information given, I can't figure out the angular frequency. I don't suppose I could find out the period, linear frequency, or amplitude in the next post. Twinkle, twinkle little star V is equal to IR. Up above the sky so high, P is equal to VI.
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Hiroko01 Registered: Dec '98	Date Posted: 3/17/00 12:38am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Hiroko has a hearty laugh, then quickly scribbles the rhymes down for future reference. Hold the phone- we actually use all that angular motion crap in electricity!? Oh no... We just started electrostatics over here and I'm very scared now... Ah yes. Go Cassia! I'm getting a little impatient though... WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN HERE? It's all working up to something but it's very slow in coming about...
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/17/00 12:56am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Thank you, Gryph, I've been here all the time. I always suspected that being patient could be hazardous to your health, which is why I never bother, and now here's the proof! Another great post, Cassia! I can't find the right words to describe how true, how human you make everything. How being still in an unruly crowd can draw attention to yourself is such a subtle point that most of us never think of it, but you do, along with a host of other things. I'm sighing with jealousy and admiration every time I read. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 3/17/00 6:39am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	One this afternoon, I promise. -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/17/00 8:57am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Uh oh, Obi-Wan is in trouble now. Maybe. Anyway, I love this story!!! -----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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Knight Obi Wan Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/17/00 1:35pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	oh man, I just found this thread and I must say in HOOKED!! Where's Obi-Wan being sent now?!?!? -----signature----- -For once, the darkness gave way to light.
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 3/18/00 3:58pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	After two frustrating hours of searching, Qui-Gon had nothing to show for his effort. He knew Obi-Wan was out there somewhere, but he could not reach the boy. Apparently, when he had terminated their connection Obi-Wan had also closed off on his end, creating an impasse that neither of them could get through unless they both happened to open up at the same time. But wherever he was, Obi-Wan had shut himself off from everything and Qui-Gon could not reach him. Qui-Gon did not want to even think about the kind of distress and pain that Obi-Wan must have been experiencing to make him shut himself up so well that not even his Master could find him. Qui-Gon tried to find a little comfort in the fact that perhaps he could not find his apprentice because he was still too weak, and that as he grew stronger, he would be able to find Obi-Wan no matter how much shielding the Padawan had encased himself in. Deep down inside however, he was not sure. Obi-Wan was strong. Only once, back on Bandomeer had he truly clashed wills and powers with Obi-Wan. He had found an alternative to letting the boy blow himself up, but despite what he said to Obi-Wan, he was not at all sure he could have stopped him had Obi-Wan chosen to make the sacrifice. That was over two years ago, Obi-Wan was much more advanced than he had been then... "Don’t hide so well that even I can’t find you Padawan," Qui-Gon appealed to the silence that met his calls, but it did no good. The door to his room swished open, taking the Jedi’s mind off these troubling thoughts. He was mildly surprised to find that it was Administrator Owskar, and not the Nurse droid who stood in the doorway. The Administrator was slender and wiry, standing about a half a head shorter than the Jedi. He looked to be in his early thirties, although his dark eyes were the eyes of a man who has seen too much. Qui-Gon nodded his head in a gesture of respect. "Administrator," he greeted calmly. "I understand I have you to thank for my care. You have my gratitude." Qui-Gon’s voice was courteous and respectful, but he addressed Verjl as an equal. Jedi always acted with diplomacy, but there was something in them that knew the truth that no position, no title put any one being above another. Verjl gave a curious smile. There it was again, that strange mix of contradictions that made this fellow so intriguing to him. "You’re welcome," he said, entering the room and seating himself in a chair across from Qui-Gon’s bed. The Administrator crossed his legs and leaned one arm on the chair’s polished hand-rest. "I see you’re recovery is going well," he observed. Aside from the medical attention, Verjl guessed that the regular meals weren’t doing his unexpected guest any harm either. Qui-Gon nodded. "Your droid is quite capable." He paused, considering the man in the chair across from him. "I will admit to being surprised at your visit Administrator. To what do I owe this honor?" Qui-Gon knew that a man as busy and as influential as Verjl Owskar surely had hundreds of better ways to spend his time than checking up on recovering inmates from his Party’s prison camps. The Jedi wanted to know more about this man, there was something more about him then met the eye. Verjl was actually thinking the same thing about Qui-Gon. "Insanity perhaps," the Administrator said casually. "Or perhaps I am a little bored today. I thought I would amuse myself by coming down here and finding answers to impossible questions." Verjl spoke in riddles and Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. "Questions?" "Yes," Verjl repeated. "Questions. Questions such as how a simple fall down the hill like we took could break your arms and do so much damage to them?" Verjl’s dark brown eyes studied Qui-Gon intently. "The droid told me that she estimated they must have been broken for at least a week. I sent her to be recalibrated. That’s not possible, is it?" Verjl continued to eye Qui-Gon and the Jedi Master wondered just how much he should admit. Finally he decided that full honesty was the best policy. It could do no harm now. "Your droid’s readings were not faulty," Qui-Gon set the record straight. "It has actually been two weeks and three days since I was originally injured." Verjl’s eyes narrowed in surprise. Two weeks...! "That’s impossible," he shook his head. "Nobody could survive in the camps that long who could not work." "Ah," Qui-Gon pointed out. "But I did work. You saw me yourself Administrator Owskar." Verjl shook his head. It was true, but it didn’t make sense. "Who are you? What are you that you could do these things?" "My name is Qui-Gon Jinn. I do not belong to your planet all, I am a Jedi representative from Coruscant." It was a simple announcement, but Verjl’s eyebrows nearly shot off his head. "Jedi," he hissed through his teeth. That explained a lot... "I assume you’re the Jedi responsible for rescuing the scientists from that research station," Verjl crossed his arms. "One of them," Qui-Gon assented. "You may be interested to know that official word says that you are dead. Killed in an unfortunate, accidental fire that destroyed the station and took many lives." Qui-Gon was not really surprised. The Drojans were extremely good at hiding just what they were doing and what went on in their massive ‘dispossessed persons’ camps. The rest of the galaxy had no idea what went on here. That’s why the Jedi had been sent, because one of the scientists at the partially Republic-owned research station sent out a coded message that made them wonder if all was not well. Well, if Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan ever got out of here, they would certainly have an earful to give the Council, the Senate, and anyone else who wanted to know just what was going on on Driosnia. Qui-Gon wondered if the story of his and Obi-Wan’s supposed death had fooled the Jedi Council. He doubted it, but he also knew that there was very little the Council could do about it if the controlling Drojan party refused to allow them further investigation. Driosnia was, after all, still under a sovereignty agreement with the Republic and unless anyone could give a compelling and solid reason why the Republic should interfere with the planet’s own system of internal government, the Senate was not about to violate the treaty. "Really," was all Qui-Gon said. Verjl shook his head. "I don’t know what all being a Jedi means, but there’s something about you... more than meets the eye. You’re a puzzle to me Jinn, perhaps that’s why I pulled you out of the camps." Verjl did not mention that he had also done it because Qui-Gon had saved his life. He did not want the Jedi feeling like he had some kind of hold over him, or as if Verjl owed him anything. Qui-Gon smiled faintly. "I could say the same of you Administrator." "Me?" Verjl stiffened a little. "What do you mean?" Qui-Gon met his eyes squarely. "You act very cold and uncaring, yet you intervened when the guards started to beat me. You are a member, a very high member, of the Drojan party, yet I sense in you a conscience that does not believe in their ways-" Qui-Gon never got a chance to finish. Verjl cut him off with an abrupt wave of his hand. "Enough Jinn," he said, a trifle sharply. "You must not speak that way again. You forget what I am and what you are." "No, Administrator, I do not," Qui-Gon countered evenly. Verjl clenched his jaw. Blast that Jedi! He had the most unnerving eyes. He’d heard that Jedi could look into men’s souls. If that were true, then this man could be very dangerous to him, but on the other hand, if the other things he heard about Jedi were also true, perhaps it wouldn’t be so dangerous, perhaps it would be useful... "I understand your position," Qui-Gon continued to fix Verjl with those deep blue eyes. "You have nothing to fear from me." "Don’t put words in my mouth Jedi, or you’ll be back in the camps so fast it’ll make your head swim," Verjl threatened. The things Qui-Gon had started to -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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