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stinrab Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '98	Date Posted: 12/8/99 12:59am Subject: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM - Date Edited: 1/19/05 8:57am (1 edits total) Edited By: Herman Snerd
	YOUNG QUI-GON: INDEPENDENCE 30 YEARS BEFORE TPM Hunched over a mug, its contents bubbling in a furious brew, the details of the mans face weren’t evident. A slight silhouette was cast on the dust and grime encrusted wall of the cantina. Even that didn’t revealed much about the man’s identity, only that he was drowning in a sea of his own emotions. Most of the Rusted Fists’ inhabitants paid little attention to the pityful man whose slight rocking back-and-forth were the only signs that he was still living. His strong, large hands encompassed the dirty mug which wore the scars of previous drinkers’ mistreatment. A lock of the mans curly brown hair fell over where his eyes should, logically, be. Stifling a grunt, the man pushed it back with a flick of his hand, his facial features appearing and disappearing as he assumed his hunched position once more. But Qui-Gon Jinn didn’t care He could read the man like a book. Even from across the bar in a totally separate booth. Closing his eyes, the young Jedi Knight stretched out with the force, letting all his other emotions and thoughts drift away into nothingness. He moved his way through the web of the mystical energy field, searching the emotions of the hunched man. Feelings were brought into Qui-Gon’s mind as they were felt from the other mans. Love lost. Danger. Lost hope. Hate. Resentment. Spite. All mixing in a cocktail which resulted in the blubbering man which sat there now, his eyes not moving from the contents of his drink. Qui-Gon opened his eyes and eased his body back into a relaxed state. Running a hand through his short brown hair, with recently cut padawan braid, he searched the cantina with his bright eyes. A small goatee beard was assembling on his chin after weeks of living on his current planet. Dressed in the red/black suit of local pilots, Qui-Gon had assumed the identity of a normal Reecee citizen. The only reminder of his previous duties was his green lightsaber, strapped to his belt underneath his outfit. He enjoyed coming here to the cantina. He loved watching creatures walking about and picking up their emotions. It was a skill he had long since mastered but was never allowed to do in the field. Which was part of the reason he was here Master Yoda would have frowned on his behaviour. As would most of the council. Qui-Gon didn’t care much for the council and their strict penalties and procedures. Right now, in fact, he was scheduled to meet with his first padawan learner, Xanatos, to carry on the tradition passed that was passed to him. He had spent many years travelling the galaxy with his master, learning the tricks of the trade. However, his use of the force was restricted due to council guidelines. Never was he allowed to search the feelings of another creature, or use a jedi mind trick to his advantage. Qui-Gon never understood these regulations so just ignored them. But the penalties for such were harsh; he had been scolded several times by his master for his extensive use of the force. Qui-Gon Jinn never understood rules when they restricted the use of something that was generally used for the common good. That’s why he was here. Away from rules and restrictions. Where he could explore the force in a new environment. Qui-Gon longed for adventure. He longed for inner-harmony. A spacer, a rodian, entered, a blaster holstered on his hip. Qui-Gon twisted his lip in a tight knot. He knew the rodian had more in mind than a drink. “Ba-ta chuta, mun gurta furle,” the rodian spat at the bartender in his native tongue, bringing his blaster up to head level, waving it around threateningly. Master Yoda and his new assistant, Jedi Windu, would be most displeased with his abandonment of duty. Qui-Gon knew that when he hid aboard The Scarlet Jewel luxery liner and stole away to his current destination, Reecee. He would return when he was ready. Qui-Gon believed he could never teach an apprentice how to survive in the galaxy when he had never experienced it for himself. Flipping a credit chip onto the bars’ main counter, Qui-Gon walked over to the rodian. Placing a young hand on the spacers’ shoulder, he spoke to him a calm voice, “You don’t want to use that thing do you?” motioning towards the creatures’ blaster “Eh Chuta!,” the rodian growled at the Jedi Knight, moving the gun towards his face. Moving his hand slowly past the creatures face, Qui-Gon inched his way into its mind with the force. “You will buy a drink or leave this establishment,” he soothed, his force sense finally finding the right place in the rodians’ conscious. “No credits, huh?” Qui-Gon grinned The rodian cocked its head from side to side, confused by the change of events. A few bar patrons watched the spectacle with amusement while the majority just ignored it, to swallowed up in their own matters. “Bah shuda!” the spacer shreaked, firing a bolt, point blank, at Qui-Gons’ stomach. Anticipating that his jedi mind trick wouldn’t succeed, mathematically it shouldn’t given this was his first time using it, Qui-Gon had his saber ignited split seconds before the blaster bolts exited their cartridge. Moving from side-to-side in an arc, he carelessly deflected them harmlessly in to the walls of the cantina. The whole cantina watched as the young mans’ blade seared the rodians’ flesh. Jabbering in his own language, the rodian spacer exited the bar, doubled over and shreaking. Knowing his cover was blown, Qui-Gon switched off his saber and returned it to its regular position. Throwing a smile towards the entire cantina, who were completely captivated by the young warriors finesse’ and style for someone so young, he quite simply said, “No credits no service” before exiting the bar…. TO BE CONTINUED -----signature----- "In the interest of time, if it's not terribly impolite, would it be okay if we skipped this conversation and you took me directly to your nearest torture centre?" -- The Avatar
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Pixel Novastar Registered: Apr '99	Date Posted: 12/8/99 1:06am Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	Great job, stinrab! Wow... can't wait to read more.
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 12/8/99 6:19am Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	This is cool... Please post more! Trika -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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Son of the Suns Title: Administrator Emeritus Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 12/8/99 6:53am Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	That was very cool, stinrab!
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Andraia Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 12/8/99 12:34pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	i like! i like! more! -----signature----- the official TsN groupie.
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Rhui Chatar Registered: Jun '99	Date Posted: 12/8/99 8:15pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	the good News: this is very good.... the bad News: Now you have to write more! -----signature----- "Hey, what did you do to the cat? He looks half dead." Schroedinger's Wife
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Ruby Jade Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 12/8/99 8:22pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	I like this so much. Please write more! -----signature----- It is better to go slow and get there late, than to go fast and not get there at all! I am an alien, but don't be alarmed! It's fine to have a bad day, just be sure not to make anyone else's bad. ~~In The Precence Of Evil~~ http://boards.theforce.ne
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 12/8/99 8:27pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	Hey this is awesome!!!!! Write more see ya Kithera Not a saint but a seeker -----signature----- Join the insanity http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27996678 * One bad day and a temper tantrum does not a dark Jedi make! http://fanfic.theforce.net/fanfic.asp?action=view&ID=1060
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stinrab Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '98	Date Posted: 12/8/99 9:27pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	********** Twang! Phisss! The shimmering blade of Qui-Gon’s saber glowed an eery green in the darkness of his bunkroom. He wore a simple singlet-top and grey slacks, his pilot uniform lay crumpled in a corner. Before him a holo-projected enemy stood, poised to attack. The holo-enemy curled back like a cat, its dark cape billowing in front from a wind that didn’t exist. Sweat trickled down the young Jedi Knights’ face, etching an intricate, almost artistic, pattern. He moved his saber cautiously from left to right, trying to anticipate the coordinated attack of his enemy. He had fought this battle countless times before but his concentration was still as firm and crisp as if it was his first. Moving around in a semi-circle around his opponent, Qui-Gon bit his lower lip in thought as his eyes stared at the black cloaked figure. The enemy was watching him move with bright yellow eyes, tracing his movements around the room like a silent predator. A silent spectre .The room existed in such a confined space that it made it difficult for him to wage his war, but he tried his best. A Jedi Knight must be prepared for all possibilities, must anticipate every move, must use his environment to his advantage Qui-Gon’s eyes narrowed in concentration, Yoda’s words echoing through his head in a constant drum. Kicking his small bunk up against the wall, he opened up more dueling room for himself. Easing his tense muscles, the young man closed his eyes and stretched out with his feelings. He felt the force run through him like a river of joy through his veins. A sense of calm and relaxation filled him, a smile curling up his lips. Qui-Gon was now one with the force. The attack came. The dark figure whooshed forward, his blaster firing harmless holographic laser bolts towards the Jedi in a rapid succession. Qui-Gon didn’t need to move at all, he was totally emersed in the force. The force moved his hands in a quick motion, sending the “blaster bolts” back towards its owner. The enemy fell to the ground, rolling away from the return fire. Bringing up his blaster once more he fired again at the Jedi, desperately trying to score a hit. But to no avail. Qui-Gon pushed himself off the ground, flipping himself upside down so his feet were touching the concrete roof. The force guiding him, he did a complete flip over his enemy; ending up behind him. The enemy turned on his heel to face his opponent, hissing rapidly like a savage beast, but it was too late. With a quick click of his fingers, Qui-Gon switched the holo’s activation switch into the off position. The enemy flickered for a few seconds before completely disappearing. Shutting down his lightsaber, he strapped the weapon cylinder to his belt. Just feeling the cool metal of his saber against his skin sent feelings of comfort and security to the young man. It was a powerful weapon on its own but when commandeered by the force it was perfect. A loud banging erupted from the floorboards below him, an angry voice rang out, “Quieten down up there, Core Worlds boy! People are trying to sleep here.” “Sorry Ruc,” Qui-Gon smiled, picturing the pudgy bald man in the room below pounding his roof with his plump fists. Picking up his water container from the bed-side table, Qui-Gon ventured over to the window. Although his living quarters were shabby, to say the least, he believed that no price could pay for the view he received. Swinging his feet over the window frame, he dangled his legs in the free air ninety metres above the ground. He swallowed a small amount of his water, savouring every millilitre of it as it trickled down his throat. It didn’t matter if he was stuck in the middle of space, as long as he had water and the force Qui-Gon believed he could survive it. The force is your ally. And a powerful ally it is Qui-Gon smiled as he remembered when Yoda had said that. His little green ears drooping and bright blue eyes widening as his words carved into the minds of everyone who listened. Yoda was one of the most influential people Qui-Gon had ever met; meeting him for a few seconds could change your life. Like most of the members of his order, Qui-Gon had grown up in the temples of Coruscant. Never knowing his biological parents wasn’t a concern to the boy who believed his seniors were the best parents he could ever have, He stayed in the temples, Yoda as his mentor, until he was fourteen and a master was chosen to take him. And now here he was, twelve years later, about to take on his first apprentice and he was elsewhere. Qui-Gon wanted experience. He felt that he wouldn’t be a successful mentor to anyone without it. He owed his future padawans that. His eyes scanned the hoizon, watching as the bright orange ball of the sun cast its final rivers of light over the peaceful city for the day. Reecee was a beautiful world; lush green forests covering the majority of the land. A few cities, like the one he was currently in now, were built on the planet but its natural beauty was to be left untouched. Closing his eyes once more, Qui-Gon slipped into inner harmony. Into the force. *********** Sara Orbtrailer sat in the darkness of the alley, her eyes alert for any signs of danger. Her body cried out for sleep but Sara ignored it, her safety was far more important then a little nap. She knew if she fell asleep she probably wouldn’t wake up again. If they find me then all we’ve worked for will be gone Sara wiped some crystal tears from her face as she heard the words echo through her mind. She tightened her grip on her blaster, just for comfort. She was beautiful- once. Her shoulder length blonde hair curved around her head like an elegant surshi sculpture. Her cheekbones were high and strongly pronounced, her thin eyebrows curved delicately around her bright blue eyes, and her slim, appealing figure was done justice in her tight bodysuit. But now Sara was a mess, emotionally and physically. Her face was covered in dust and dirt, her suit torn in various places, her hair streaked with cakes of mud and her eyes filled with sleep particles. Sara didn’t like her appearance but she knew it was good for one thing- identification. Harskla Vorn and his cronies would never recognise her like this. Sara doubted that even her own mother would. But tomorrow it would all change, she knew it. The day that was now officially over had given her new hope in the form of a young man. A young Jedi. Sara had seen him in the cantina, making short work of Vorns’ rodian assassin Migula. His bright eyes glowed in concentration as he moved his sword weapon with such ease and elegance. His ruggedly handsome face remained calm even staring into the face of death. Sara had to find this man. This Jedi. She had seen him before today, sitting silently in the Rusted Fist cantina observing his surroundings. A silent, self-reliant stranger. In her current situation, she believed him to be her only hope. [This message has been edited by stinrab (edited 12-08-1999).] -----signature----- "In the interest of time, if it's not terribly impolite, would it be okay if we skipped this conversation and you took me directly to your nearest torture centre?" -- The Avatar
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Son of the Suns Title: Administrator Emeritus Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 12/9/99 12:44am Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	<<Good job once again, stinky! Can't wait till the next post >>
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 12/9/99 6:30am Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	Whoohoo! -----signature----- http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com/thenest proud oldbie master to GIRLSOLO
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Kilih-Sie Kanobi Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 12/9/99 10:47am Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	This is so cool!
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stinrab Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '98	Date Posted: 12/10/99 4:36pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	The next part will be posted soon. Hope your enjoying it still -----signature----- "In the interest of time, if it's not terribly impolite, would it be okay if we skipped this conversation and you took me directly to your nearest torture centre?" -- The Avatar
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stinrab Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '98	Date Posted: 12/10/99 6:42pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	************** Night slowly turned into day. The orange sun cast its light across the beautiful forests and intricately designed cities as it rose over the Mandu Mountains and its ice cliffs. Indeed, many had lost their lives on those cliffs as they fell down to the icy water and jagged rocks below to a certain death. Life in the city of Reecee Prime resumed to its usual tedious hum. Small, sleek spacecrafts dotted the air as they left and entered the squat spaceport, going about their business without a care in the galaxy. Well, at least not a care for others. People walked down the lush green streets of the city, dodging the various vendors and homeless vermin. Sara Orbtrailer weaved her way in and out of the street traffic, narrowly missing the hood of a green/yellow landspeeder. Despite her near-death encounter, Sara kept a steady pace. Conformity was the key- if she didn’t look like a resident of the city then she would be spotted easily. Luckily for her, most of the passersby didn’t give her a second glance. Looking at her shabby clothes and dirt-encrusted skin it was easy to see why- most people saw the homeless as the scum of the universe. Many stories of cannibals lurking the alleyways of the city made sure that that stereotype remained. While Sara was thankful for not being given a second glance, she still missed the stares most men gave her when she was dressed in normal clothes. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for men to ask her if she wanted to share a drink with them. But now, she couldn’t afford that. Sara’s eyes darted from side to side nervously, on the lookout for any signs of danger or recognition. She hoped that her “disguise” would fool even Vorn. The Rusted Fist came into view. It was a shabby looking cantina; its concrete structure held the scars of many blaster bolts and storms. Chunks of concrete and rock had fallen out of the cantinas’ wall and lay idly on the ground. Various spacers, traders, drunks and vermin darted in and out of the entrance. With this motley crew of cantina regulars, Sara believed she would fit right in. She paused as she reached the entrance, whispering a small prayer. Sara hoped and prayed that the Jedi would be here and that he would be willing to help. She knew it was a lot to ask but she didn’t really have any options. The Jedi were peacekeepers afterall. Protectors of the innocent. Sara hoped that applied to her as well. ********** The Twi’lek was in a bit of a turmoil. Qui-Gon could tell that without even using the force. The tentacle-headed aliens' face bore the look of badly-hidden suffering. Immersing himself in the force, he discovered that the twi’leks’ lover was sick; struck down by the rili-flu. While he hadn’t much experience in the subject, Qui-Gon knew that the rili-flu was almost always fatal. Speaking of fatal, Qui-Gons’ danger sense picked up anger from a spacer at the bar. It seemed he had a bad day and the fact that he got the wrong drink just topped it off. Stretching out with the force, Qui-Gon sent the spacer feelings of respect, courage and acceptance. Within seconds the man had changed from anger-driven to a calm, patient demeanour. Qui-Gon loved this. Not only was he free to use the force as he wished but he was also helping the ordinary citizens of the galaxy. He started wondering if he should ever return to Coruscant. To the trials and hardships of being a member of the Jedi Order. Why should he? He loved living a free life. His attention was quickly drawn to a young woman who had just entered the cantina. Even though she wore a shabby, tight bodysuit and her skin was caked in mud Qui-Gon found himself attracted to her. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back in a tight knot behind her head. He could just tell a beautiful woman lived underneath the layers of dirt and soot. But underneath her skin was the scars of incredible pain. Qui-Gon felt, through the force, the fear that filled her every cell. She was hiding something that was slowly eating away at her emotional state. The womans eyes met with his momentarily. Her blue eyes bored into his, searching for something which he couldn’t figure out. Her lips quivered slightly, her eyes breaking the bond as she walked to the bar and placed an order with the service droid. Qui-Gon gulped as he watched her glide across the cantina with all the grace of a Queen. A queen in a beggars outfit, he thought as he bit his lip in thought. Somehow he felt drawn to the woman almost as if she was his destiny. He felt her yearning for him, like he was her only hope. Downing the last drops of his drink, Qui-Gon walked over to the service counter. Slipping in between the woman and an aqualish, Qui-Gon threw her the most charming smile he could muster. “What’s a girl like you doing in a bar like this?” Qui-Gon asked her. He mentally whacked himself in the head for using such a corny and tired line. Indeed, he hadn’t had much experience with women at all. “First you tell me what a handsome young Jedi like yourself is using bad lines like that to get a girl,” the woman answered with a slight smile. The smile sent chills up Qui-Gons’ spine, filling him with an emotion he’d never had before. He looked nervously around in case someone heard her drop the word “Jedi”. Luckily for him, no one had appeared to. Qui-Gon stood there, his mouth trying to form words that never came out. His stomach had become knotted from this new feeling he had discovered. “A drink?” He asked shakily. The woman nodded, “sure” After a few minutes, the pair were seated in Qui-Gons normal booth, on either side, both holding a mug of liquor. He watched her drink it slowly, savouring every millilitre of it. It, in fact, reminded him of how he drank most things. “My name is Bendu,” Qui-Gon introduced himself with his false identity. Even though he had strong feelings for her he couldn’t give himself away that easily. He wouldn’t put it past the Jedi Council to send someone like this to get him back home. She looked from side to side nervously, as if checking that no one was listening, “Sara….Sara Orbtrailer,” she said softly, “Our meeting her wasn’t a chance meeting either.” What was she trying to say? Qui-Gon wondered. Did she think it was fate? He was getting a good feeling about this. Maybe abandoning his Jedi friends was the best thing he had ever done- it had led him to this woman. He felt as if their destinies were entwined. “What do you mean?” Qui-Gon asked cooly, trying to hide his excitement through Jedi calming techniques. A smile was creeping into his lips. “I saw you before,” Sara confessed, her eyes looking down at the table, “with the rodian. Migula.” Qui-Gon sank back, slowly, into his torn cushion seat. If this woman was just after a hero then she was going to be sorely disappointed. He felt he was far from a hero. “He was one of Vorns men. They’ll be after you now,” Sara said softly, her eyes still on the lookout for any listeners, “Right after they take care of me.” “What are you talking about? Why are they after you?” Qui-Gon asked, suddenly aware that the situation was getting more complicated, “Who is this Vorn which you speak of.” Sara leaned forward over the table and motioned for Qui-Gon to do likewise. Pretending to form the guise that the two were lovers in case of onlookers, she made it look like she was kissing his ear but was actually whispering to him. “Harskla Vorn, leader of a pirate gang. I can’t talk about it here. Or anywhere else on this planet as there is no doubt he has men and spycams everywhere.” The two leaned back into their normal seating positions, “What’s this got to do with me?” Qui-Gon asked, curiously, his eyes narrowing at the young woman in front of him. “You’re my only hope, Bendu,” She said bluntly. Drinking the last drops out of her mug, she slid out of the booth and walked out the door of the cantina. Qui-Gon looked around at the various cant -----signature----- "In the interest of time, if it's not terribly impolite, would it be okay if we skipped this conversation and you took me directly to your nearest torture centre?" -- The Avatar
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Son of the Suns Title: Administrator Emeritus Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 12/10/99 6:58pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	“My name is Bendu,” Qui-Gon introduced himself with his false identity The young Qui-Gon was a lot like I used to be Good stuff, stin!
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Ruby Jade Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 12/10/99 7:32pm Subject: Re: Qui-Gon Jinn: 30 years before TPM
	This is getting gooooooooooood. Pleeeeeease continue! -----signature----- It is better to go slow and get there late, than to go fast and not get there at all! I am an alien, but don't be alarmed! It's fine to have a bad day, just be sure not to make anyone else's bad. ~~In The Precence Of Evil~~ http://boards.theforce.ne
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