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Trika_Kenobi
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3/26/00 8:18am
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Uh, ok...
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Padmegirl
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3/26/00 8:50am
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Wooooooooooohoooo keep it comin'!
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Misty the Pokemon trainer
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3/26/00 12:32pm
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Since the story is already written, how about another post....PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
Must be beg?
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naw ibo
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3/27/00 12:36am
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More, please. If it's already finished elsewhere, why don't you post more often . No need for this 3 days between posts thing. LOL!
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The Red One
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Trika_Kenobi, just one question if I may:
It seems to me that Verjl is based on Darth Vader character. Somewhat. Comments?
-Red
BTW I read the story on QGJDL and then found this thread where it goes much farther. Woohoo!
Do go on. Soon. Quickly.
-Red, the ever-hungry fanfic reader
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Trika_Kenobi
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Uh, first off, I don't post any more story unless I get at least one reply...I didn't, so I brought it to the top...replies are how I know you've read it...
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Sheena bent over the gleaming white floor on her hands and knees. Unlike many of the other floor ways, the auto-polisher could not be used on this surface; it would mar the soft soap-marble’s delicate surface. "That would be such a shame," Sheena muttered, blowing a few strands of her bi-tone hair out of her face. She hated washing floors. Hated it. This room was an especial pain because it had to be stripped, washed and re-waxed every week. 200 yards of backbreaking work. At least she was almost done. Maybe she’d get that Kenobi kid to do it next week. She figured he owed her one after the way she had helped him out last night. It was an appealing notion, but she was not sure it was a good idea. Judging from what she’d seen so far, he didn’t seem too particular about just how clean he got things, and she was the one who’d get in trouble if this floor weren’t done properly.
With a final stroke she finished the floor and straightened up, rubbing her complaining back. She swore this room got bigger every week. Drying her long, silvery fingers on the hem of her tunic-like shirt she carefully placed the little caution signs on either side of the door, warning people that the floor had just been waxed and must not be walked upon for the next two hours. Gathering up the cleaning supplies she headed off to put them away.
Halfway to the storage closet, she realized she had forgotten the bottle of wax stripper and had to go back for it. Reaching the door she looked around for the bottle, but what she saw instead made her furious.
"Kenobi! Obi-Wan Kenobi how could you?!"
Obi-Wan froze and turned when he heard Sheena shouting at him. What had he done now?
Sheena glared at him. How could he stand there in the middle of her newly cleaned floor and dare to look so innocent! "Look at what you’ve done, just look!" she pointed angrily at the footprints that marred the laboriously waxed soap-marble. Now she was going to have to strip the whole dang thing, wash and wax it all over again! It would take hours! She would get behind in all her other duties and the over-seers would punish her! If Obi-Wan had been standing before her, she probably would have hit him.
"I’m going to have to do the whole thing all over again and the over-seers’ll beat me for neglecting my other tasks! How could you?!" she demanded again with tears in her eyes. "After I stayed up nearly all night just to help you!"
"I-I, I’m sorry," Obi-Wan stammered, struggling to understand what he had done to upset her so. "What did I do?"
That was too much for Sheena. Stalking out across the already ruined floor she aimed a stinging slap for Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan sensed it coming and ducked, backing away quickly. "Sheena, please..."
Sheena’s missed blow sent her off balance and she ended up falling on her backside amid the torn-up wax. Her anger burned out; Sheena started to cry instead. "I actually felt sorry for you Kenobi! I thought you just had a lot of bad luck and some sloppy habits. Now I know you’re just trying to make trouble! I never want to speak to you again!" Sheena sobbed, choked with unreasonable rage.
Obi-Wan was truly at a loss, he had obviously ruined something that she had worked hard to do. He was sorry to see her so upset. "Please Sheena, don’t cry," he crouched down beside her. "I’m sorry, really! I didn’t mean to hurt you."
"Yeah, right!" Sheena wiped her eyes. Crying got her nowhere. "What are you? Blind? I suppose you couldn’t read the signs by the door, you know, the KEEP OFF ones?" she accused.
Obi-Wan flinched. Steadying himself with a hand on the floor Obi-Wan felt the sticky, un-hardened wax squish between his fingers and began to realize just what exactly he had unwittingly done. "Sheena, I am sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing. I’ll help you fix it."
"Just stay away from me!" Sheena retorted, shoving him away. Now she was pouting.
"You can go ahead and hit me if it makes you feel any better," Obi-Wan offered softly.
Sheena was so worked up that she actually did.
Obi-Wan rubbed his cheek. She had a strong arm. "Feel better?" he asked.
Sheena almost smiled, but tried to keep herself angry. "No."
"Then let me help you make it right," Obi-Wan offered again.
Sheena leaned back on her hands, dispassionately squishing the spoiled wax coat between her long fingers. "I don’t understand you at all Kenobi. First you purposely ruin my floor, then you act so sweet about it. If this is some kind of ploy that your people use to attract attention..."
"It’s nothing like that," Obi-Wan sighed. He was weary of living this ruse, a ruse that was beginning to become impossible to maintain. "Sheena," he searched for her hand and found it. His voice became strangely intent, but his eyes still did not meet hers. "I really appreciate the way you helped me last night and I would never intentionally try to hurt you. I honestly didn’t realize what I was doing," he hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to take the chance of telling her the truth. If she turned him in, then she did. It was only a matter of time as it was before they found out, or until he did something dumb enough to get himself killed anyway. "I didn’t see the signs by the door, because I can’t see anything. That’s why I kept missing spots on the floor, that’s why I get lost and it takes me so long to run errands. I am blind Sheena," Obi-Wan admitted.
Sheena looked incredulous. Now he insulted her intelligence. "You don’t have to lie to me Kenobi, especially if you can’t do any better than that," she shook her head.
"It’s not a lie Sheena," Obi-Wan said earnestly. "I was blinded by flying chemicals while caught in a lab fire shortly before I was sent to the Camps." His intensity and earnestness actually made Sheena want to believe him, but...
"That’s not possible," she couldn’t reconcile what he was telling her with what she had seen. "You don’t act like a blind person," except maybe for those eyes... a little voice whispered in Sheena’s mind. "And there’s no way you could get around like you do if you can’t see. Besides, you ducked plenty good when I tried to smack you just now," she said, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Shh!" Obi-Wan pressed his finger to his lips in alarm at the way her voice echoed loudly through the large room. "Someone might hear you. If they know I’m handicapped they’ll kill me." The fear in Obi-Wan’s face was very real. Sheena was confused. Reaching out slowly, she waved her hand in front of his staring eyes. They didn’t move. She reached so close that she almost touched his eye, but he didn’t blink until her fingertip brushed his eyelashes. Sheena pulled back. It seemed impossible, but it made sense.
Obi-Wan knew her hand was near his face, but he didn’t react.
"Y-you are blind," Sheena whispered. "But how...?"
"I’m a Jedi Sheena," Obi-Wan explained. "I don’t know if you know what they are, but I guess you could say that I have special senses and abilities that help me cope with my blindness so I can still function at least somewhat. But it isn’t easy."
"Jedi," Sheena breathed. She had heard about them, but only in stories.
"Please Sheena, you’re the only one here who knows that I’m blind." Obi-Wan squeezed her hand tightly. "You’ve got to promise me that you won’t tell anyone else."
Sheena nodded, and then remembered that he couldn’t see her. "I promise."
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Trika_Kenobi
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Red, I'll ask Cassia about that next time, k?
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Jedi Igraine
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3/27/00 7:29am
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Okay here is your post letting you know that someone has read it and is eagerly awaiting more.
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Lilith Demodae
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3/27/00 11:19am
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This is soo good. I hope Sheena helps Obi-wan hide his blindness from now on. That would make his poor life just a little less miserable.
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Bastet
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Goody! Now Sheena knows that Obi-Wan is blind. So maybe now she'll help him out more. At least she'd better! I eagerly await more.
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Hi,
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Celes
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Will Obi-Wan's life be better now? Will Qui-Gon ever find him in time? Please, MORE!!!!
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Trika_Kenobi
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Verjl rummaged through his desk drawers, pulling out files, memos, communiqués and other assorted items. Some he put into a small black satchel, the others he tossed into the incinerator.
Qui-Gon entered the room and stood quietly behind his chair, waiting for the Administrator to notice him. Verjl heard his entrance but did not turn at once. He could feel Qui-Gon’s eyes bore into the back of his head and was in no hurry to meet them face on. What could he do? He didn’t like this any more than the Jedi did. "No, I have no word yet. However, Camp 11 in the Tellti district has yet to respond," he said, without looking up from his work. He did not because he knew he could not bear the look on Qui-Gon’s face. He liked the Jedi, Qui-Gon had been most useful to him this past week, but that didn’t change the fact that Obi-Wan Kenobi seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Verjl finished with his desk and rose. "Send up one of the servants to help me pack my things Jinn," he asked, with the ease of one used to giving commands as he moved over to the sleeping area of his quarters. Left unspoken was the knowledge that their ship left at dawn tomorrow morning. Without Obi-Wan.
Verjl palmed open a wall cabinet and lay a large traveling-case on his bed. He looked up and saw Qui-Gon still standing there. The Administrator’s eyes softened.
"You will hear back from Camp 11 before tomorrow morning?" Qui-Gon asked slowly.
"Yes," Verjl sighed. "I had to pay a small fortune to get it through security on such short notice, but we will know before... before morning." Verjl snapped open the traveling-case.
"Tellti is remote," Qui-Gon pointed out. "And far from here. Is it possible that he could have been transferred so far?"
"What do you want me to say Jinn?" Verjl met Qui-Gon’s eyes this time. "Tellti is our last chance. If he’s not there, then he’s either dead or no longer in the camps."
"Then we’re out of time," Qui-Gon said softly, just above a whisper.
Verjl glanced away. The look on Qui-Gon’s face told the Administrator that he might as well be asking the Jedi to rip his own heart out. Perhaps that would have actually been easier. Still, he was not asking Qui-Gon to do anything that he wouldn’t do himself, that he hadn’t already done. "I’m sorry it has had to come to this Jinn," Verjl apologized, truly saddened. "I honestly thought we would find him in time."
Qui-Gon just nodded, numbly. So had he.
Verjl felt strangely guilty. He had done his best to find the young Jedi, but could he have done more? One life out of so many that were being destroyed could seem of so little consequence, but the Administrator knew that to the man standing across the room from him that one life seemed to mean the world. Verjl thought of Daikin, thought of the people he had seen killed by inches, of all the innocent men, women and children he had seen suffer and die in the past four years. He realized he had seen far too many. One by one, the single lives added up. Added up to an atrocity. Yes, he wanted to stop the bigger picture, but he must not forget that the hundreds of thousands whom he wanted to save were made up of individuals. Sometimes perhaps, he realized, you could help to make a difference one person at a time. "We’ll come back for him," Verjl decided suddenly, catching Qui-Gon’s eyes again. "I have... contacts in the underground. No matter what happens with the Republic, if I am at all able, I will come back with you and we will either find him, or at least what happened to him. I promise you that Jinn."
Qui-Gon knew what a brave and generous offer that was, and what a great risk Verjl would take on himself by returning to Driosnia after this, but it did little to lighten the load that settled upon his heart at having to leave his apprentice behind. Especially in the state Obi-Wan was in. "I made a promise too Administrator," Qui-Gon said, a trifle hoarsely. "I promised Obi-Wan that we would make it out of this, together. I also promised you that I would leave with you tomorrow," the big Jedi looked torn. "How I am supposed to reconcile those two promises?"
"I don’t know Jinn," Verjl shook his head. "I don’t know."
There was a long silence before Verjl remembered that he had to get packed or they weren’t going anywhere. "Please have someone sent up," he repeated his earlier request.
Qui-Gon nodded silently and left, letting the door swoosh shut behind him. His mind swirled in turmoil as he strode down the hall. He had never seriously considered leaving Obi-Wan behind, yet here he was, faced with it. A Jedi must always be true to his word, but either way he went he broke a promise. Should he listen to his heart and stay? Or listen to his head and go? He didn’t know which way was right. Perhaps neither way was, but what other option was there? More than once, Obi-Wan had voiced the opinion his Master always knew what to do. Right now, Qui-Gon only wished that were true.
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The Red One
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Uh-oh. Verjl is getting WAY too good to be true.
Bring him back to the way he was before: cynical, not so softie, rather (I suppose) matter-of-fact, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to deceive all those people arond him.
And GO ON with the story!!! Need more!!!
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Bastet
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Nooooooooo! Poor Qui-Gon! What's he gonna do? I need more story right now!! Pretty please?
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