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Knight Obi Wan Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/18/00 4:59pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Oh man, I hope the admininstrator can find Obi-Wan where he's been taken. What will the administrator do when he finds out that he's blind. I doubt don't know if Obi-Wan can accomplish what the admin wants if he can't see to help him pack or whatever eek.gif Please write soon!!!! -----signature----- -For once, the darkness gave way to light.
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/18/00 5:01pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Evil basketball players, interesting concept. Sounds like Obi-Wan may be getting a little respite from the work camp, that boy really needs it. Great post, as always.
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/19/00 5:47am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	I'm glad you managed to escape the evil basketball players. This story is awesome! -----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: 3/20/00 6:15pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Obi-Wan pushed the automated polishing machine back and forth across the huge, tiled floor. The situation had actually not turned out as bad as he had feared. Apparently he and the others had been taken from the Camps to be the house-slaves of some wealthy official. The work was often more involved, but overall less grueling than what he had been made to do in the Camps. "You missed a spot," another slave who was busy cleaning the ceiling-to-floor windows of the huge hall pointed out, trying to be helpful. Obi-Wan placed the voice as female and tried to adjust to get whatever he had missed, but he could neither see it, nor where the other slave was pointing. "No, over there," Sheena said, patiently pointing to the largish dull patch on the otherwise gleaming tile. When the young man continued to miss the spot, Sheena ran a hand through her through her short black and copper hair and sighed. Hanging her washrag on a rung of the ladder she perched on, she climbed down and pointed right at the spot. "Here." Obi-Wan ran the machine in her general direction. He got most of it, but it was still streaky. "Oh, give me that!" Sheena said, losing patience and snatching the polisher from him. He could have at least looked at where she was pointing... She fixed the spot and shoved the handle back into his hands. "You don’t want to be sloppy about this," she warned him. "They’ll beat you if you don’t do it right. The Master’s a fair man, but these overseers are devils with flesh," Sheena spoke her mind as Obi-Wan would find she was apt to do. "Thank you," Obi-Wan thanked her for the help. "I’ll get the hang of this," he promised, sensing her irritation with him. The last thing he needed was more enemies. Sheena cocked her eyebrow and quirked a half-smile. She had meant to be upset with him, but she just couldn’t stay that way. "Forget it," she dismissed, climbing back up the ladder. "New here, huh?" She decided the young man was probably at least seven years her junior, if not more. "Yes." "My name’s Sheena, and yours?" Sheena prodded while she scrubbed. Obi-Wan found that here, the guards were not always around, and the slaves could talk-semi freely. "Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Obi-Wan replied, concentrating on trying to not miss any more spots. Sheena gave a short laugh. "Definitely not the talkative type," she thought to herself. "Well Obi-Wan Obi-Wan Kenobi," she said. "Welcome to limbo. It’s not quite hell, but it sure isn’t heaven," she said, mockingly both airy and grim at the same time. "You have been here a long time?" Obi-Wan said. It was more of a guess than a question. Sheena nodded, then paused and shook her head. "Not here exactly, I’ve only been here long enough to know that I hate it," her voice was tinged with bitterness. "But if you mean that I’ve been a slave for a long time, you’re right. Four years. Nearly since the beginning of the occupation," she finished without emotion. "And you? Where did you come from?" "The camps," Obi-Wan said softly. Sheena actually stopped scrubbing. She shot the boy another look. Her copper eyes softened a little. She hadn’t realized he was from the camps. "Sorry about what I said," she mumbled, realizing that her younger companion had experienced true hell. "No need to apologize," Obi-Wan said with a shrug. Sheena decided she liked the boy, even if he was a little on the quiet side. Of course, compared to her, most people could be considered quiet. "I’ve never been to the camps," she admitted. "But I’ve heard they’re terrible." Obi-Wan was not quite sure what Sheena expected him to say. "You heard correctly," was all ended up replying. "Who’d you lose?" Sheen probed curiously, moving to the next window. Everyone from the camps had lost someone, besides, she could tell from the way his voice got softer when he spoke that he had carried some deep pain away from the camps with him. Obi-Wan pressed his lips into a tight line and considered not replying at all. What right did she have to ask so many questions? To pry so deep into such a painful subject? For several moments the whirring of the polisher was the only sound to fill the silence. "Someone dear to me," Obi-Wan said at last, his voice clearly stating that that vein of conversation was closed. "You’re not the only one you know," Sheena said. "This whole mess took away my family, my friends... took away my world." "I’m sorry," Obi-Wan said, and he meant it. He was sorry that she had lost so much. It was tragic. War was tragic, cruelty was tragic. However, he was not sorry about his response to her rather personal questions. A guard entered the room then and so the conversation dried up, which suited Obi-Wan just fine. ********************************** Ok, I myself am an evil basketball player. I had to go play...comments? -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/20/00 9:59pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Obi-Wan's found a friend, maybe someone new to be his eyes til he's reunited with Qui-Gon?
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Celes Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/21/00 10:47pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	I can't wait to find out what will happen next.
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Celes Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/21/00 10:49pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	I can't wait to find out what will happen next.
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/22/00 3:09am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Truly awesome. I hope that Sheena person will help Obi-Wan out. And now I need more 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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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 3/22/00 7:40am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	"I see you’re up and about already," Verjl observed a trifle latently when Qui-Gon met him at the door to the Jedi’s room. "Sorry about the security measures, but I can’t be too careful," Verjl said, referring to the lock on Qui-Gon’s door. Qui-Gon just nodded. Verjl couldn’t know, but that lock would hardly stop him when he decided to leave. "I’ve bad news for you I’m afraid," Verjl informed him. "The boy’s gone. He’s no longer at that camp." Qui-Gon tensed. "Gone? Where? What happened?" "I don’t know," Verjl shrugged off the Jedi’s concern. "They are not notorious for their record-keeping down there. All I could learn is that he is no longer in the camp." "What does that mean?" Qui-Gon asked, not at all sure he wanted to know. Obi-Wan... "It could mean anything," Verjl responded calmly. "He could have been transferred, he could have been sent out on a separate work detail like you were, he could have been released," Verjl doubted that one, "Or he could be dead." Verjl studied Qui-Gon’s face for a moment. The Jedi remained composed, just like always, but in his eyes Verjl could see that this Obi-Wan had meant a lot to the big man in front of him. "I probably have the connections to find out which of those is true, and perhaps, barring the chance that he is dead, which I must warn you is a good possibility," Verjl said pointedly, "Bring him here. But I need something of you in return." Too late to turn back now, Verjl plunged ahead with the plan he had been mulling over since he found out that Qui-Gon was a Jedi. The administrator closed the door and pushed a hidden button on the collar of his shirt that would disrupt anyone trying to eavesdrop electronically. "I spent all last night reading every resource I could find about Jedi. What I read has led me to believe that your kind are trustworthy, are they? Are you?" Verjl was deadly earnest. Qui-Gon nodded, equally as sincere. "They are, and I am." Verjl sighed silently. "I hope so Jinn, because what I am about to tell you signs my death warrant if not. You were right about me yesterday. I first joined the Drojans because I believed in what I thought was their goal, the unity of all of Driosnia. When I realized what was really going on, it was too late. I love my planet but the Krallnorn is destroying it, killing our people, brainwashing our youth, it must be stopped. In one week I am going to be on a ship, supposedly flying to arrange a meeting with a chem&bio weapons dealer for the Krallnorn, he seems obsessed with obtaining weapons capable of even greater destruction," Verjl shook his head in disgust. "But the true purpose of my trip is to meet with a Republic representative. I must convince them that the Republic has to step in, or Driosnia will destroy itself, and its destruction will reach out to engulf other planets and systems nearby. Ruling Driosnia is not enough for the Krallnorn, even now he has his sights set on the surrounding system. This must be stopped now." Verjl knew the great risk he took in revealing this to anyone, but it was a chance he had to take. "Unfortunately, the Krallnorn trusts no one, especially not those like me, who are considered second only to him. I fear I may already have a traitor in my inner circle. I do not foresee disaster, but I will not do my planet any good if I am betrayed before I can get on that ship. I am going to make you one of my aides; you will accompany me everywhere. This will enable you to help me search for your missing friend, and it will enable me to draw on those keen observation skills you used on me yesterday. I ask nothing of you but that you stay with me and watch the people I interact with, search their souls like you did mine, and tell me if they are traitors or not." Qui-Gon considered this proposition. It did not require very much of him, and he was desperate to find Obi-Wan... "I cannot promise that I will be able to see as much as you hope I can. It is not always so easy to tell what is in someone’s heart right away, especially if they are good at concealing it. But if I sense any traces of deception or treachery I will certainly tell you," he agreed. "That will be good enough," Verjl hesitated. "There is one more thing. The ship I am to take will be crawling with the Krallnorn’s men; they will be watching me every moment. It is probable that I will not be able to simply sneak off for my rendezvous and sneak back unobserved. In all likeliness, it will have to be a complete break. I will not be returning to Driosnia. When I leave, I will take you and your boy with me. Your opinion will doubtless carry much weight with the Republic, perhaps even more than mine." It sounded fine, but Qui-Gon could tell that Verjl was hesitant about something. "That would be greatly appreciated Administrator, but you are not happy about something?" Verjl smiled wryly. "And you say you can’t read what people are thinking?" he shook his head. "I will do my best, but there is no guarantee that we will be able to find your young friend before I must leave." Qui-Gon nodded slowly. "I understand that Administrator. If we cannot, then I shall simply keep looking for him by myself." Verjl shook his head, his dark eyes sad. "No, I’m sorry, but that’s just it. You must accompany me when I leave. I do not yet know if the Republic will listen to me. The instant the Krallnorn knows I have betrayed him, he will sully my record and do everything possible to discredit me to the Republic. I have seen him do it before and it worked. My word alone may not be enough, but they would have to think twice before challenging the word of a Jedi..." Verjl trailed off. Qui-Gon was already shaking his head. "I would like nothing better than to do whatever I could to help this planet, but I will not abandon Obi-Wan, I am sorry," he refused. "I’m sorry too Jinn, because unless you promise me that you will be on that ship, with, or without the boy, then the whole deal is off," Verjl said firmly. "Alone, you stand no chance of finding him. And even if you did, what could you do by yourself? I know you Jedi are special, but I don’t know if even you could single handedly pull off a rescue from the camps. And if by some miracle you did, where would you go? There’s no way off planet that the Drojan’s don’t control. I don’t think that even you could go up against the entire Drojan army. Your best chance, if we don’t find the young man before we have to leave, is to appeal to the Republic with me, then you can return with whatever they send to quell the situation..." "Obi-Wan could be dead by then," Qui-Gon said, his voice tight because he knew that Verjl spoke the truth. His chances of rescuing Obi-Wan on his own were very slim at best, especially since Obi-Wan’s blindness would hamper and slow them down even if he could find him. "He could be dead now," Verjl pointed out, not meaning to be cruel. "In that case your staying behind would be a pointless sacrifice and possibly condemn thousands more to die the way he did if the Republic won’t listen to me." Verjl could see the struggle in Qui-Gon’s eyes. He would not wish this kind of choice on anyone, but life here was full of hard choices. He himself was giving up everything for this effort. "It is hard, but you must decide what is more important to you. One life, or thousands?" Qui-Gon flinched inside. He knew what his response should be, he knew where his duty lay, but his heart cried out that he had a duty to Obi-Wan too. "Besides, all this concern may be totally unnecessary," Verjl pointed out. "It is quite probable that he was simply transferred to another camp and I’ll have him out tomorrow, but I must have your word. I am giving up everything for this Jinn, my position, my family, my goods, my planet and maybe even my life. Some goals require sacrifice. You must ask yourself if it is one you can justify or not. I won’t try to tell you what to choose, just the consequences of those choi -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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Durga2000 Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/22/00 8:18am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Will he find Obi-Wan in time? Please, don't leave us hanging long!!!!!!!!!!
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/22/00 8:45am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Such a heavy decision for Qui-Gon to make, poor guy. Great post btw.
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 3/22/00 6:06pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	This is sooo Cool!! cool.gif Please, don't make us wait too long for more. -----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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Kim-kenobi Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/22/00 11:51pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Trika-kenobi, if you are reading this could you please e mail me (I dont want to talk over the post. There is something I would like to ask you. My e mail address is : mailto:bongsunkim@yahoo.com">bongsunkim@yahoo.com PLEASE E MAIL ME Sorry everyone else for this post I beg for your forgiveness.
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 3/23/00 7:11am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Obi-Wan rubbed his weary, useless eyes. "Hey," Sheena’s voice alerted Obi-Wan to her presence. He realized he must be tired if he had not sensed her before he heard her. Obi-Wan set down the heavy fuel drum he was toting, giving his aching muscles a rest, and turned to see what she wanted. Sheena glanced around furtively to see that no one else was about. The silvery overtones of her creamy skin took on an even paler hue under the glare of the huge lights that lit up the storage yard. Most Driosnians looked fairly humanoid, which had enabled Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon to be mistaken for native Driosnians. But Sheena was of the Inui minority, who were set apart by their silver-hued skin and bi-colored hair. For this reason, the Drojan party viewed them as sub-human. Although Obi-Wan could not have seen them to know, a good deal of the Prison Camp’s population had been Inui. Most of them there for no reason other than their race. Other than the stacks of fuel drums, the electric fencing and Obi-Wan, the Storage yard was essentially deserted; the other workers had already been allowed to retire for the night. Only Obi-Wan was made to work late by himself, again. Sheena was still cautious however, she knew that a night-overseer could pop by at any time. "Here," Sheena slid a warm thermos into Obi-Wan’s hands. Obi-Wan didn’t question, but drank deeply. The drink was warm and tasted nutty. Obi-Wan noticed that it also had stimulating qualities, which perked his lagging strength up a bit. "Thanks," he whispered, sliding the empty mug back to her. He decided he had judged her too harshly the first time he met her. Sheena had a quick and thoughtless tongue, but she had a good heart too. "There was some kaff left over in the kitchen," she explained in a quick, hushed whisper. "I saw that you were still out here, so I thought you might like some before I went to bed." "You didn’t have to do that, but thank you," Obi-Wan wiped his mouth on his sleeve and hoisted the drum again. The fuel had been dropped off earlier that day. It was to be stored for use in the cold season. There was enough here to keep the whole mansion and all its sub-buildings heated the entire winter. Obi-Wan knew it was probably going to take him all night to move the whole lot into the shed at the back of the storage area where the fuel was stored, but he also knew it had better be done by morning or the overseer would punish him again. "No problem," Sheena shrugged her slim shoulders, trotting after Obi-Wan as he walked the by now familiar path to the fuel shed. "I figured we kinda got off on the wrong foot the other day and thought that maybe we could start over again." Sheena had not failed to note that the color of her skin had not made Obi-Wan treat her any different than anyone else. That was rare for a Driosian. Beneath Sheena’s tough exterior, she was lonely. Especially since coming to this place. Even if Obi-Wan was a kid compared to her, young company was better than no company. "Sounds good to me," Obi-Wan agreed, setting the drum down with the others and sparing time to give her a pleasant, if weary, smile before heading back out for another. "So do you have to move all of them tonight?" Sheena asked, marveling at the size of the task. Obi-Wan nodded grimly, hoisting another drum onto his shoulder. "Unfortunately." "That’s going to take all night!" "Tell me something I don’t already know," Obi-Wan thought wearily. It wouldn’t be the first night’s sleep he had missed in the past week, for one reason or another. "You really must have made them angry. You gotta be more careful," she shook her head, trotting after him again. "Don’t take so many risks. When they give you a assignment they say they want done immediately, don’t make them wait a half hour for you to get back," Sheena advised. The age difference between them made her feel big sisterly towards Obi-Wan, even though she hardly knew him. It was her way. Obi-Wan wondered if Sheena was going to go to bed, or if she was just going to follow him around all night. He knew that she meant well, but she didn’t understand him. She didn’t know, no one did, and no one could. How was he supposed to explain to her, or the over-seers that he hadn’t intentionally delayed running the errand? That he had gotten lost in the unfamiliar, unrecognizable tangle of hallways and rooms that made up the huge mansion. He was getting lost more and more regularly and he dreaded it each and every time he was sent to fetch and carry, run messages or find someone. The unfinished state of many of the areas did not help him much either. "I wasn’t trying to get in trouble Sheena," he mumbled, stowing another barrel. Sheen wished he’d look at her sometimes when he spoke, but she had found that the young man seemed to have a distinct aversion to meeting anyone’s eyes. It kind of made her feel like he wished she weren’t there. Maybe he did. "You never try Kenobi, but you sure manage to end up there a lot," she said lightly, giving her head a shake. She said it in good humor, but Obi-Wan didn’t find it too funny. "There," Sheena sighed. "I’ve put my foot in it again haven’t I?" she said, realizing she had once more said too much. She knew it was her chief fault. "It’s all right," Obi-Wan sighed, picking up another barrel. He was so tired. Not just because of the lack of rest. He was tired of this blindness that crippled him and caused him to get into so much trouble, like the punishment duty he was on now. He was tired of this whole planet and the twisted leaders who could create such a situation. But most of all, he was tired of being all alone with no one who understood what was wrong with him. And... he was worried about Qui-Gon. A scraping sound alerted him to the fact that Sheena had just picked up a drum as well. She struggled slightly for a moment to get it balanced, but managed okay. Years of work had made her strong. "Well," she offered, a smile creeping into her voice. "It should go twice as fast with two people." "You’d do that?" Obi-Wan asked in surprise. Once again realizing he had misjudged her. "Sure, why not? I think you’re a good kid Kenobi. You’ve had a rough time, I’m sure. The camps are no picnic and I know that. Once you get used to the way things are here, and settle in, it’ll get better," she reassured. "Now come on or we’ll both be here all night." ************************************ Comments? -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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Celes Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/23/00 7:41am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Another excellent post. Thank you!!!!!!!!
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