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Obi-Odd13 Registered: Feb '08	Date Posted: 6/29 9:34am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 16 "Die" 6/24/08
	Aw... that last section was kinda heartwarming...sort of. At least Qui-Gon isn't overreacting. Or getting angry either. There's hope for them yet. -----signature----- When life hands you lemons, make grape juice, and then sit back and let the world wonder how you did it. “We are one, after all, you and I, together we suffer, together exist and forever will recreate each other.” ~Teilhard de Chardin
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eirene1988 Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 7/2 2:21pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 16 "Die" 6/24/08
	I've just found this story, and I really enjoyed it. Add me to your PM list, please... -----signature----- Your focus determines your reality.
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/3 2:54pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 16 "Die" 6/24/08
	Author Replies... Alexis_Wingstar- Thank you! I'm glad you like Palpy/Xan-- and, don't worry, Krishna will shape up... maybe... Lady_Misty- It does, doesn't it? And yes, I think Krishna should take anger management courses! Icecruncher_Amidala- Yes, Qui-Gon is far more forgiving than I. And somehow I think that Krishna wouldn't take too kindly to a paddling imagines Krishna getting paddled [sarcasm]Thanks for the image, Cruncher[/sarcasm] Obi_Odd13- Always hope! eirene1988- gasp! Another reader! I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! I'll put you on the PM list right away-- welcome aboard! Here's chapter 17! The PM list so far: Iowaweezer Lady_Misty 1Yodimus_Prime Icecruncher_Amidala Alexis_Wingstar Jedi_Karen EGKenobi Silverfighter C1-J2 XANI Obi-Odd13 eirene1988 If you'd like on/off the PM list just let me know! Alright, now here's Part 17 Free Qui-Gon felt his apprentice’s form go limp and caught her before she reached the ground. Her Force-presence told him there was nothing wrong, save for the extreme heat and pure exhaustion. The Darkness was taking a toll on her small body. He carried her back to Shmi’s hovel, and was surprised to find Shmi herself standing in the doorway. “I don’t go to Gardulla’s until this afternoon.” She explained softly, eyes concentrated on Krishna’s still form. “She’s fine.” Qui-Gon said in reply to her unvoiced question. “She’s injured, but not seriously. I think it’s this heat and Force-induced exhaustion that really took a toll on her.” He walked inside, and laid his apprentice back down on her pallet. “Do you have any bacta patches?” Shmi nodded and hurried out of the room, returning a moment later with a small first aid kit. Grabbing one of the square, blue patches, she handed it to Qui-Gon. He, in turn pressed it gently up against the side of Krishna’s face, where blood was still trickling down her chin. “We should let her sleep.” Shmi murmured, rising and walking into the main sitting area. Qui-Gon followed her. Sighing, he sat down at the small table. “Isca Dolomine is dead.” He said suddenly. Shmi’s eyebrows rose. “How?” “I—We—Krishna—got her really. I confronted her, and told Krishna to stay behind. Of course she didn’t.” His face darkened. “She threw a detonator at Krishna and Krishna Force-pushed it back at her.” He gave a mirthless chuckle. “Please forgive me.” “For what?” “For forcing you to listen to all my Jedi troubles.” He laughed again. “You’re not forcing me,” She said, grabbing a mug of tea off the counter and handing it to Qui-Gon. It took it gratefully. “I enjoy hearing about the ‘outside’ world and all it’s goings on.” Qui-Gon took a long drink of the tea, swallowing and savoring the flavor. “Really, Shmi, you do make the best tea. I do wish you would give me the recipe.” “I already told you it’s a family secret.” She smiled. Qui-Gon’s eyes popped open. “Does that mean you could teach Krishna?” Shmi laughed. “Yes, I suppose if it really means that much.” She put her hands on her hips. “You must really like tea.” “Oh! That reminds me…” Qui-Gon stood, setting his mug of tea down and pulling a neatly folded piece of flimsy out of his pocket. He produced a stylus and held it out to Shmi. “I need to you sign here.” “Why?” Shmi said, taking the stylus and warily eyeing the paper. “Because now you’re—‘ “—Free…” Shmi breathed the word as her eyes skimmed over the paper. “You mean…?” Qui-Gon had to smile at her shocked expression. He held out his hands in a large shrug. “You’re no longer a slave.” Shmi giggled like a little girl as her joy bubbled up through the Force. “But how…?” “Krishna wanted to use the winnings to free you.” He explained. “And you are more than welcome to come back to Coruscant with us, or we can drop you off anywhere you need…” “I don’t have anything to pay you with.” “I don’t want payment.” Qui-Gon said, handing her a large sum of credits. “But Krishna also wanted the remainder of the winnings to go to you. Maybe you can buy a small dwelling out in the country on Naboo, or an apartment on Coruscant.” He shrugged. Shmi’s excitement continued to grow. She looked first at the flimsy, and then at the credits in Qui-Gon’s hand. She took the stylus and in neat, flowing script signed her name. “I’m free.” She said, almost as in a dream. “Yes.” “I’m free!” She twirled around, laughing. “I’m so happy I could… I could…” She stood on tip toe and kissed Qui-Gon on the cheek, startling him, before continuing to twirl around the room in depthless ecstasy. “…kiss me?” Qui-Gon finished for her. Shmi stopped and turned back towards him, cheeks turning bright red. “I am so sorry.” She said, eyes widening. “Please forgive me I—,” “It’s okay.” Qui-Gon shook his head. “I probably would have wanted to kiss someone too.” Shmi gaped at him, shocked for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Of course,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “My Jedi training would have stopped me.” Shmi turned to the window, smiling warmly, basking in the sunlight above. Free… the very word itself seemed to beacon to her. She whirled around on Qui-Gon. “So when do we leave?” “This afternoon, as long as Krishna is alright—and, judging by what’s she’s gone through in the week or so she’s been my padawan, she’ll be fine.” He chuckled. “I really have never seen a child get hurt so often… or so willingly walk into danger.” “I don’t think it’s willingly.” Shmi said gently. “She’s confused. But please, give her some time—I think she’ll sort things out in the end.” Qui-Gon’s eyes took on a dreamy cast. “I sure hope you’re right…” “Now, I tell you what.” Shmi put a hand on Qui-Gon’s shoulder. “How about, in thanks for freeing me, I break my secret of the Skywalker family recipe, and teach you how to make that tea.” “That sounds wonderful.” *** I woke up about an hour later, feeling better. Shmi had a small suitcase by bedroom door, and was stuffing things into it by the minute. “Krishna!” She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “Hello Sh—“ I was cut off as Shmi engulfed me in a huge hug. My eyes went wide as she set me back down. “Thank you so much!” She exclaimed, continuing to gather small things from around the room. “I can’t believe I’m free!” “Yes.” I smiled. “And I get to come with you to Coruscant!” I could see dreams playing in her eyes. “Coruscant! Just imagine it!” “That’s where I grew up.” I shrugged. My eyes caught a little, yellow cube on the table. I fingered it carefully. “I think you’ll like it there.” I said, as I turned it over in my hands. “Just so long as you stay away from the lower levels… of course, down there really is only about as bad as here.” She stopped, eying me out of curiosity. “You speak from experience?” “No!” For once, I could speak the truth. “Actually, no, I haven’t been to the lower levels—I mean I have, but not the bottom or anything… just normal stuff. You see…” I set the cube down. “Coruscant is a planet, but it’s also a huge city. The Jedi Temple is a large building, set up pretty high, with four tall spires that reach the top of any of the other complexes.” “Ah, I see…” “You’ll probably just stay in the Temple for a while, until you figure out where you want to go.” “Really?” “Unless…” I bit my lip. “Unless you already know where you want to go.” “Oh no,” Shmi shook her head dismissively. “Knowing me, I’ll probably just stay on Coruscant, although, I have always wanted to see Naboo.” She looked at me. “I hear they have bodies of water larger than Mos Eisley!” I nodded. “Oh yes, they do.” “Have you been there?” “Eh…no—but I’ve seen pictures. I can show you some when we get on the ship.” “Well that ‘bout covers it.” Shmi had packed all her belongings in a suitcase that would be small by anyone’s standards, and still she was able to zip it up with ease. “When do we get to leave?” “Right now, if that sounds good to you.” Qui-Gon peeked his head into the room. “And as long as you’re feeling alright, padawan.” “I’m fine.” I assured him, almost smiling, but deciding not to. “Well then let’s go!” Shmi’s excitement was barely contained as she began dragging her suitcase out the door. My master gently lifted it for her. “Please allow me.” He smiled. “Only if you’re sure…” She handed it to him doubtfully. “It’s fine, I assure you.” Qui-Gon smiled. As we walked down the short, dusty street, Shmi had to stop every couple of houses to say goodbye to friends. It took us nearly an hour before we reached the end of the two-block-long strip of dwellings. My master squinted up at the sky. “If we can make it to the ship in an hour, we should have ample time to fly out before night sets in.” “I’m sure we can.” I answered softly. We still weren’t speaking much. “Shmi!” I called. “My master says that if we can make it to the ship in an hour, we should be able to take off before nightfall.” I almost think it was a mistake telling her that, because she walked so fast that even Qui-Gon had to quicken his long strides to keep up. When she saw our ship—a tiny, silver speck in the distance—she started running. My master and I exchanged glances. “She runs fast.” I managed. Sweat was pouring down my forehead. Qui-Gon didn’t seem as bothered. He just continued jogging along, unfazed. “Yes.” He agreed. “She’ll fall asleep as soon as we get to the ship.” “As will I.” He chuckled. “Oh it’s not so bad. Besides, it’s a good way to keep up our training, right?” I didn’t say anything. About fifteen minutes later, we were standing at the foot of our ship. Shmi’s eyes were glowing with excitement, but she looked like she might collapse from exhaustion. My master deployed the landing deck, and we started up into the ship. “It’s… beautiful!” Shmi gasped out between her panting breaths. “I’ve never been on a ship before.” She walked through the cockpit, admiring the flashing consoles, and shining lights. My master leaned down. “Would you like to pilot us out of the atmosphere, Krishna?” I nodded. “You mean… you’d let me do that? Even after…” I trailed off. Even after I disobeyed you so many times… and didn’t even think twice about it? He placed a hand on my shoulder. “We learn from our mistakes, padawan. I trust that you will learn from yours.” And in time, perhaps I would learn from them… but not quite yet. * True to my master’s prediction, Shmi fell asleep scarcely an hour after we took off. Thankfully I was able to pilot us safely out of the atmosphere before succumbing to sleep myself. I pressed the autopilot button, before turning back towards my small room. The ship wasn’t very large—it consisted of a couple of sleep couches, a room with a table and holoproj, the cockpit, a refresher, and a tiny kitchen area. The sleep couches were positioned in such a way that each had it’s own ‘room,’ although the rooms were scarcely more than closets. It did the job though, and I was soon asleep. * The next morning, sounds of laughter filtered softly through the ship. Qui-Gon and Shmi stood together over a hot stove in the kitchen, the sound of a whistling tea kettle soaring through the air. “No—you need more herbs.” Shmi said, sprinkling something into the large, boiling pot of water. “More herbs… got it.” Qui-Gon smiled. “And then, you need some honey…” “Okay…” “And then you need to rind of a muja fruit.” Qui-Gon looked at Shmi incredulously. “The rind?” Shmi nodded, smiling. “I told you it was a secret recipe.” She pointed to the grater. “Now add the rind.” He dutifully obeyed, scraping the small fruit against the grinder until there was a nice pile of little shavings on the counter. “There,” he said, looking pleased at his work. “Is that enough?” “Yes, that’s more than enough.” Shmi grabbed two pinches between her small fingers. “Now, you just drop them in, and then stir.” “Like this?” “Yes.” “Now what?” “Now we wait.” Qui-Gon laughed. “You mean… that’s it?” Shmi smiled. “Of course that’s it. I lived on Tatooine—what did you expect?” My master sat down at the small table, empty mug held expectantly in his hands. “I don’t know…” he confessed. “It just seemed that it should have at least a little bit more…” “Simple things are often the best.” Shmi pointed out. “Ah…” Qui-Gon looked directly at Shmi and smiled. “Yes, I know…” She bubbled with laughter, bending down to kiss him softly on the cheek. “That wasn’t on accident.” Qui-Gon pointed out, trying to stifle a smile. “Oh I know.” Shmi nodded. “That’s what you get for saying that.” He threw his hands out wide, a perfect picture of innocence plastered on his face. “Saying what?” Shmi shook her head. “Oh never mind…” She stopped, putting her hands on her hips. “What ever happened to ‘my Jedi training would stop me.’?” “I’m not the one who kissed you.” Qui-Gon answered. Shmi blushed a little, thankful to find that the tea was ready. “Now where did that mug go…?” Qui-Gon stood, holding out the little cup. “Here.” She took it from him, pausing for a moment to look him in the eyes. Quickly, she turned away, grasping the tea kettle. “Here’s your tea…” she said, handing back to him. “Now, I hope since you know how to make it, I won’t have to make it for you all the time.” “I’m sure you still make it better than I do.” Qui-Gon insisted. “I think I’d like to stay on Coruscant for a while…” Shmi smoothly cut in, sitting down with her own mug of tea at the table. “I don’t really have anywhere to go.” “I could take you to Naboo—we, could take you to Naboo.” He corrected. “Of course,” he said a moment later. “If you want to stay on Coruscant, there’s certainly nothing wrong with that.” “I don’t know where I will stay… Krishna mentioned that perhaps the Jedi would allow me to stay in the Temple for a small amount of time—“ “For as long as you need.” Qui-Gon interjected. “—but I don’t want to impose.” Shmi finished, looking out the window. “I suppose I’ll become a seamstress or… a nanny or something.” She smiled. “I always have liked children.” “Firstly, you wouldn’t be imposing. And secondly, I think you would make a splendid nanny.” “Really? Do you think so?” Shmi smiled brightly. “Like I said, I’ve always liked children.” “Children are a gift.” Qui-Gon agreed. “Jedi, although not allowed to marry or have children of their own, take padawan learners from a young age—usually by the age of thirteen. We raise them, and they are like our children.” “It must be difficult, if you should lose one.” Shmi said softly. “Yes, it is.” Qui-Gon’s eyes took on a cast of pain. “Oh I’m so sorry.” Shmi said immediately, regretting her words. “I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject.” “No, it’s not you. It’s me—I have a… difficult time letting go of the past.” He shook his head. A soft chime echoed through the ship. “That would be our cue to exit hyperspace.” He confirmed, walking to the cockpit. He turned back to Shmi. “Are you ready to see Coruscant?” Shmi nodded, eyes sparkling as she looked out on fast-approaching silver globe. Qui-Gon began walking down the hall. “I’m going to wake my apprentice now. Otherwise, she’ll be stuck in the healer’s for days—and I know that’s the last thing she wants.” *** Thanks for reading! -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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Lady_Misty Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/4 3:23am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 17 "Free" 7/03/08
	Shmi's freed!? She's going to Coruscant? She taught Qui-Gon how to make her tea? methinks she likes him. That did seem implied by in TPM. Is she still going to have Anakin? Or you're not going to say? Happy fourth of July -----signature----- Strange World, a fanfic- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28686657/p1/?0 The Clone Wars is wicked good!!!! In other words it is unbelievable!!!
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 7/4 4:25am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 17 "Free" 7/03/08
	Well THAT changes things. You know, until this chapter, I'd forgotten that this was AU... It makes me sort of hope Anakin is never born. If only because she'd be a way more awesome Darth Vader. Oh by the way, Krishna was pretty badass in the previous chapter, even though she spent nearly all of the current one recovering from it. -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 7/4 7:01am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 17 "Free" 7/03/08
	I loved the interaction between Qui-gon and Shmi. Do I see a romance blossoming? Oh my... that would be interesting if Qui wound up being Anakin's father in this AU! -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar Failed member of CA (Challengeholics Anonymous)
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Icecruncher_Amidala Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 7/5 12:15pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 17 "Free" 7/03/08
	sighs Aren't they just the bee's knee's? LOVEly update! -----signature----- 'No one is totally worthless. They can just serve as a bad example.'---Something often said by my dad.
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/20 4:51am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 17 "Free" 7/03/08
	Lady_Misty- Methinks you are right-- and I'm not saying quite yet. 1Yodimus_Prime- She would make a really cool Darth Vader. I agree. Alexis_Wingstar- Well, it's trying to blossom, but I'm hopeless at romance! Icecruncher_Amidala- Yes, I think they are! Thanks! The next chapter will be up shortly. -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/20 5:00am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 17 "Free" 7/03/08
	Well, now that the awards are done, I finally have time to update! I wanted to thank everyone who nommed/voted me best new author. It means a LOT! Anyway, on with the update! The PM list so far: Iowaweezer Lady_Misty 1Yodimus_Prime Icecruncher_Amidala Alexis_Wingstar Jedi_Karen EGKenobi Silverfighter C1-J2 XANI Obi-Odd13 eirene1988 If you would like on/off the PM list, please just let me know! Chapter 18 Home Again **** “Krishna? Krishna?” “I’m awake.” I rolled off the cot and on to the floor. Even as my feet hit the ground, a wave of dizziness washed over me. Qui-Gon extended a hand to steady me. “You should probably—“ “Get up slower next time.” I finished. “I got it.” “We’re approaching Coruscant. I took us out of hyperspace about half an hour ago. I thought you’d want to be awake, otherwise you’d be spending a week at the healer’s.” I nodded appreciatively. “Thank you.” He patted my shoulder and walked up to the cockpit. “Just get ready to see the Council.” He called back. “I’m sure they’re going to want to be briefed on our mission.” I pulled on my cloak—the black one—and headed after my master. Shmi was looking out the window with dazzled eyes. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I haven’t been there yet.” Giggles kept escaping as she tried to speak. “But I like the look so far.” Qui-Gon picked up the ship’s commlink. “This is Jedi Master/Padawan team Jinn/Skywalker, requesting permission to land.” A brief crackling of static and then, “Permission granted—welcome back, Master Jedi.” Qui-Gon piloted us down. I don’t think he really wanted me to fly us into the largest city-planet while I was still dizzy and recovering. Shmi couldn’t hardly wait to get off the transport. As soon as we were down she was at the door, waiting for it to open. “Allow me,” Qui-Gon stepped in front of her with a small smile and palmed the entry. He then held his hand out. I blinked when Shmi took it, and he led her down the walkway like some proper gentleman. But then again, I thought. He is a Jedi. The landing pad was very quiet. I wasn’t really sure why—it was early evening. A few knights were milling about; a padawan here and there. I shrugged it off. Shmi’s eyes were wide as she tried to look everywhere at once. “It’s… so… big.” She finally managed, still turning at every new sound. A speeder whizzed by, just a little too close and she ducked. Qui-Gon chuckled. “You’re going to have to get used to that.” “Oh I will.” She assured him, sighing contentedly. “Master,” I said, walking up beside him. “Yes?” “I think I’m going to freshen up a bit before we debrief the Council. Would it be alright with you if I go back to our quarters?” “That’s just fine. I’ll follow shortly.” So I started back into the Temple. It felt good to be home again. The only thing that bothered me was how bright everything suddenly was. Yes, I had gotten used to Tatooine and their crime it seemed. My shields slammed up like a brick wall in an effort to block out some of the blinding light. It didn’t help much. No one said anything to me. It’s not like I expected anyone to anyway. I was just another padawan. Evidently though, word of something had traveled around the Temple. I wasn’t just looked over—I was avoided. It really didn’t bother me though. It saved me the trouble of having to avoid everyone else. And besides, my shields being up so hard were already causing me to have a headache. I had to ease them down and save them for later. After all, I didn’t want to be completely defenseless during the Council meeting. I was almost to my quarters—almost home free—when I heard my name being called. “Padawan Skywalker!” I turned around, teeth clenched. “Yes?” I was surprised though, with who I saw. Little… what was his name? Obi… Obi something… Obi— “It’s me, Obi-Wan!” That was it. “Hello, Obi-Wan,” I ventured even to smile. Thankfully, he didn’t flinch. “How are you doing?” “Fine, thank you.” He replied politely. He stood in silence, glancing up at me every few seconds, and then back down at his feet. “Well…” I said after a minute. “I’m going to go to my quarters now.” “Alright.” He said, still shifting from foot to foot. “Bye.” “Bye.” And I walked away. *** “He did it.” The eldest youngling said. “He really did it.” “I told you he would,” A youngling with long, red hair replied. “He’s not afraid.” “Hey Obi!” The boy oldest boy jogged up to where Obi-Wan was still standing in the hallway. “Good job. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Obi-Wan folded his arms and shot the boy a dark look. “She’s not scary.” He said as forcefully as he could. “I don’t know why you think she’s scary.” The redheaded girl shuddered. “I hear she was killed, and they brought her back to life again. But not before she saw… the other side.” “She was never quite right to begin with.” The boy whispered. “I hear her master died trying to train her… after only a few weeks.” “Cally said that Krishna killed her own master!”[/i] “Anyway,” The boy turned back to Obi-Wan with glint in his eyes. “She’s dangerous.” “I don’t care what you say.” Obi-Wan folded his arms. “I don’t believe you. I think she’s nice. And besides,” He added, looking back towards Krishna’s quarters. “They wouldn’t let her be a Jedi if she was bad.” *** Shmi drank in all the sights around her. Everything was shining, bright, and new—such a stark contrast to Tatooine. Qui-Gon watched her fondly, smiling at her joy. “I really do like it here.” She said at last, turning her beaming face to him. He chuckled. “You haven’t even been inside yet.” “I can tell by the outside that I’ll like the inside.” She smiled. “Everything around this area feels so calm.” “I agree.” Qui-Gon said, unfolding his arms and walking over to stand beside her. He laid a hand on her shoulder. “Naboo feels calm like this. It’s beautiful there. You’d love it. One day, I’ll take you.” Shmi looked up at him. “You?” “And Krishna, of course.” Qui-Gon smiled. Shmi sighed contentedly and leaned her head gently against his shoulder. “I’d love to see it sometime.” She said. “And if you think it’s that beautiful there, then it must be. I think it’s beautiful right here.” “Coruscant has it’s own kind of beauty.” Qui-Gon answered. “But it’s not a natural beauty. It’s not like, say, Naboo, or even Alderaan or…” He bit his lip. He was going to say, Or you.. And it wasn’t that the statement was false. It was just that he couldn’t bring himself to say it at the Jedi Temple… where someone might hear. “Tatooine has it’s own kind of beauty,” Qui-Gon started again. “But I think Naboo is nicer. Now,” He started walking back towards the Temple. “Let’s find you someplace to stay for a while.” *** By the time I had changed clothes and gotten something to eat, my Master was ready for us to see the Council. “Where’s Shmi?” I asked, pulling on my boots. “I found a place for her to stay— a small room, across the Temple… in the crèche.” I winced. “The crèche?” He looked down on me and smiled. “Do you have something against children, padawan?” Well, I didn’t really love children, but there were a few who were… not excruciating. “No, it’s not that.” I assured him. “It’s just… the crèche?” “When we see the Council, I’ll see about more appropriate living quarters.” Qui-Gon assured me. “It was Shmi’s idea to stay there though. Otherwise, I would have found another place.” The Council doors slid open in front of us. Immediately I slammed my shields up again. Sure, I didn’t want them to sense my emotions, but I sure didn’t want to sense theirs either. Qui-Gon and I each gave a respectful bow. “Masters,” He said. Yoda nodded. “Your mission was successful, hmmm?” I didn’t listen to the rest of the exchange. I was concentrating on staying impassive, standing a bit to the left of Qui-Gon and hovering in his shadow. And my shields had to stay tight. They just had to—who knows what might happen if I let them down? “…and Krishna,” My name brought me back into reality. “…Krishna was the one who really found, Isca. Unfortunately, we were unable to bring her back alive.” Yoda’s ears swiveled forward and his eye’s brightened. “Ahh, but bring a passenger, you did!” “Yes… we did.” Qui-Gon smiled. “Her name is Shmi Skywalker, and it appears that she is Krishna’s half sister.” “Half-sister?” Mace Windu asked. “Well, that is interesting. Of all the places…” “I believe it is the will of the Force.” Qui-Gon offered. “Staying in the Temple, is she now?” Yoda asked. “Know you do, that we do not usually like non-Jedi in the Temple.” “Shmi was a slave on Tatooine. She has very little money, and while we were able to free her, we had no way of securing her a place to stay. However, Krishna and I were sure that you wouldn’t turn an innocent woman out into the streets.” And of course the Council wouldn’t. “Where is she now?” “In the crèche, helping with the little children.” Qui-Gon answered with a smile. “She has a gift with children. However, I’m sure she would greatly appreciate her own living space, and therefore, I would like to request some guest quarters for her to use.” Mace Windu looked at Yoda. “I’m sure that can be arranged.” He finally answered. “You are dismissed.” After another quick bow, Master and I were out the door, and I was able to drop my shields just a bit. * Mace Windu sat back when Qui-Gon and his apprentice left. “His apprentice has some tight shields.” He said, breaking the silence. Ki-Adi-Mundi shook his head. “She’s hiding something.” “Something to do, with her half sister, does this?” Yoda mused. “Or something about the mission, Qui-Gon is not telling us?” Yaddle countered. “Either way.” Mace Windu said thoughtfully, dark eyes still trained on the door. “I think she’s dark. She’s got too much anger stored away—you can see it shine through her eyes.” “It must be difficult, losing a friend, nearly getting killed, being apprenticed to a new master, finding a long lost relative, killing a bounty hunter on your first mission…” Adi Gallia trailed off. “I wonder if I wouldn’t be a little ‘dark’ myself after all that.” “She does have a point,” Ki-Adi-Mundi conceded. “All that pressure on one so young...” “She’s powerful.” Mace said, almost to himself. “Very powerful…” He looked back up to his fellow council members. “Who was her master, before Qui-Gon?” “I…” a blank look passed Adi Gallia’s face. “I don’t know.” “Master Soraya, was it not?” Yaddle quietly interjected. “Damiana?” Ki-Adi-Mundi wondered aloud. “I shouldn’t be surprised.” He murmured. “Somehow that seems to fit into this… puzzle.” “Damiana Soraya…” Mace Windu stroked his chin. “I’ll check on it. In the mean time, keep an eye on her. We can’t be too careful.” He sent on more wary look around the room. “I don’t think we can trust her… and I think that Jinn’s got his hands full this time.” “More so than with Xanatos?” Adi ventured to ask. Mace nodded. “Much more so than with Xanatos.” * Xanatos picked at his food. He had always assumed that being a senator or politician let you have whatever food you wanted… and that you could eat as much of it as you wanted. He was convinced that the reason Senator Palpatine was so thin, was that he ate like a bird. And, he’ll have me no more than skin and bones too if I have to eat this… stuff. The food was a delicacy apparently—but Xanatos didn’t really care about the fancy words. He was hungry, and the little lump of blue meat on the plate in front of him didn’t look like it would tame that hunger. Palpatine sighed and put down his fork. “You need to eat, Xanatos.” “Yes sir. I know sir. It’s just…” Xanatos couldn’t keep the grimace off his face. “Don’t you have… steak or something?” Palpatine laughed. “Of course we have steak.” He assured him. “I’ll tell the cook to make you some.” Xanatos nodded appreciatively. “Thank you sir.” At least he’s talking… Palpatine though. It’s a start. “Xanatos,” he began, folding his hands on the table. “I thought we could start your formal training tomorrow—as a senatorial aide. It won’t be too strenuous, and most of what you learn will be on-the-job. Meaning, you watch and apply what you see to what you think you should be doing.” The cook brought out a steak and Xanatos’ stomach growled thankfully. He tore into it like a ravenous beast. “However,” Palpatine continued. “You are just a boy of fourteen years, and I do not wish to over stress you. Therefore, in addition to being with me on the job, I’d like you to have some leisure time. What do you enjoy doing?” “Well, when I was with the Jedi,” Xanatos said, his mouth still full. “I enjoyed sparring.” Palpatine clapped his hands together. “Sparring! Ah! It would be very good to have someone to spar with again.” Xanatos stopped eating from surprise. “Sir?” “Not with lightsabers my boy,” Palpatine quickly assured him. “I fenced in my youth—it would be most refreshing to have an opponent again.” Xanatos smiled. “It would be an honor sir. However…” he stopped talking. “Ah… well, what I mean to say is…” An awkward silence fell over the room. “You don’t think it would be fair to spar with a non-Force-sensitive, do you?” Palpatine said quietly. “No sir.” Xanatos answered, slightly relieved. “Don’t worry,” Palpatine gave a fatherly smile. “I will still enjoy it.” “Yes sir.” Xanatos said automatically. “Now, about your education,” Palpatine continued. Xanatos inwardly groaned. “I don’t know what you learned from the Jedi, but you seem to adequately educated for your age. However, I will have you read some books, and take some tests… maybe take a few courses here, just to ensure you know what you need to know.” Palpatine bent from his chair and picked up a book lying on the floor. “I saw you reading this back at the AgraCorps—I thought you might want to finish it.” Xanatos took the book of ancient Sith traditions from Palpatine’s hands. In truth, he did want to finish it. He found the Sith an interesting culture. “Thank you sir. I would love to finish it.” “It’s actually one of five in a series,” Palpatine commented. “The other four volumes are the history, philosophy, legends, technique and dynasties of the Sith. I have them in my library.” “Perhaps, with your permission sir, when I finish this one, I can start on those.” Xanatos said, finishing his meal. “That would be just fine.” Palpatine answered. “Any books I have in my library are at your disposal. So,” he clasped his hands together. “Fencing tomorrow morning?” Xanatos nodded. “Yes sir.” “Very good then.” Palpatine smiled, thinking, Well, at least it’s a start. -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 7/20 7:49am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 18 "Home Again" 7/20/08
	Wow, there's alot going on with this update! Again, I love the interaction between Qui and Shmi. In spite of you saying you aren't good with romance, you're doing a great job with that. The little bit with Obi-wan... aw, that was so sweet. The view of the council after Qui and Krishna left was very interesting. I like how Adi kind of stood up for Krishna. And lastly, the part with Xan and Palpatine... what can i say... you do a quiet creepy very well. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar Failed member of CA (Challengeholics Anonymous)
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Lady_Misty Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/21 4:02am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 18 "Home Again" 7/20/08
	Qui-Gon likes Shmi, no surprise there. The Council isn't sure what to make of Krishna's Darkness? Xantos needs to be hit on the head with a frying pan. asks the Internet readers "Does anyone have a heavy frying pan?" Obi-Wan was so cute. -----signature----- Strange World, a fanfic- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28686657/p1/?0 The Clone Wars is wicked good!!!! In other words it is unbelievable!!!
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Iowaweezer Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 7/22 10:12pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 18 "Home Again" 7/20/08
	Sorry i havent read in a while, been busy... anyway, great updates as always. Xanatos seems to need a serious attitude adjustment from someone (crossing fingers for lightsaber fight.....again) -----signature----- "What's your operating number?" - some guy on Com system
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Icecruncher_Amidala Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 7/27 6:11pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 18 "Home Again" 7/20/08
	I'm eagerly watching the story unfold. Will Naboo come soon? -----signature----- 'No one is totally worthless. They can just serve as a bad example.'---Something often said by my dad.
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/2 9:49am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 18 "Home Again" 7/20/08
	Alexis_Wingstar- Glad you're enjoying it! I'm trying to get a lot of different POV's involved, in order to give a bunch of different facets to the story. And I'm glad you're liking Qui/Shmi-- I do struggle with romance. Lady_Misty- Yeah, the Council is confused, which isn't very surprising. And yes, Qui likes Shmi-- I always thought they were meant to be together! Hands you a frying pan with which you may hit Xanatos Iowaweezer- No worries! I'm just glad you're still following the story! And you can hope for another lightsaber fight... but not for a while, and it may not be Krishna/Xan... Icecruncher_Amidala- Yes! Yes! Naboo is... well, it's coming. It may be a while, but it's coming. Thanks everyone for reading. I'm working on the next update right now! -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/16 5:58pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Part 18 "Home Again" 7/20/08
	Hello everyone! Here's the next installment of "Dark Child!" I hope you enjoy! Here's the PM list so far: Iowaweezer Lady_Misty 1Yodimus_Prime Icecruncher_Amidala Alexis_Wingstar Jedi_Karen EGKenobi Silverfighter C1-J2 XANI Obi-Odd13 eirene1988 If you'd on/off the PM list, please just let me know! I'd love to know how you like the story so far-- I'm trying to get multiple view points in the story, so that it's not only Krishna. I think it might help to flesh out the plot more. Part 19 The next morning, Master allowed me to sleep in. I was very thankful for that small luxury—I hadn’t realized how tired I really was. When I finally did wake, my master was no where in sight. Shrugging it off, I dressed, grabbed some fruit off the counter, and started walking the Temple halls. I passed a couple of Knights in the hall, but they didn’t say anything, so I just kept on moving. Eventually, I found myself in the Room of One Thousand Fountains. I had gotten lost in that room more times than I could count. You see, the fountains brought little peace to my soul. They were nice to listen to, for a little while, but after about an hour I got sick of them. Carefully, I chose a short, but pleasant path through the gardens. The stained glass windows caught a ray of light and shown blue in front of my feet. I smiled. I had always liked blue—I didn’t really know why—but I thought blue was a nice color. “I thought I might find you here.” I heard the strong voice and whirled. “Master!” I said, startled. “I didn’t hear you.” “I noticed,” he said with a quirk of his lips. “Which is odd, because usually you can hear me a mile a way, and I can’t hear you ten feet from me.” “I was… looking at the blue.” I said honestly, as strange as it might have sounded. “And I was making my way over to the carnivorous plants.” Qui-Gon gave a visible shudder. “Carnivorous plants?” “Yes,” I nodded. “I think they’re interesting.” He gave a little chuckle. “I like plants… but not the carnivorous kind.” I changed the subject. “Why did you think you might find me here?” “Because,” he said, beginning to walk slowly. I followed. “I usually spend hours here after a mission.” He smiled. “The fountains give peace, do they not? I could spend days in here, just thinking.” I nodded, though I didn’t agree. “I hate to say this,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “But I wanted to let you know that I’m going to have to punish you for what you did on Tatooine?” “What?” I stopped walking and looked up, rather disrespectfully. “I’ve forgiven you already,” he assured me. “But even the most forgiving masters need to punish their padawans sometimes.” He cocked his head to one side. “And, lying to me, trying to reason with a bounty hunter, buying weapons from a street merchant and entering a pod race I forbid you from entering warrants a punishment, don’t you think?” “I guess…” I shrugged. How bad could it be? “So what is it?” “Well,” I thought I could see a barely concealed smile spreading through his eyes. “I thought you could spend the next week… helping out in the crèche. With the younglings.” “The crèche?” I asked. He gave me a mock-warning look. “Padawan, I’m surprised. That bordered dangerously on whining. I thought that Krishna Skywalker might be above such things.” “But Master…” I was cringing both inside and out. Kids? Younglings? They made my skin crawl, honestly. And, they were afraid of me on top of that! “Children don’t like me,” I managed after a moment. “I tend to—unwittingly—scare them. And frankly, I don’t like children.” “What about babies?” He suggested. “No!” “Well, you’re going to have to either keep up with the babies or the three-and-four year olds.” Qui-Gon said firmly, before his mask of stoicism broke into a chuckle. “It’s not funny.” I said darkly. “Yes it is.” He answered. “Most padawans would love the opportunity to work with the Younglings.” “I’m not most padawans.” “Krishna,” he said, a bit more seriously. “I’m serious—you do have to do this—but I’ll let you choose what age group you want to work with.” I took a deep breath, resigning myself to my fate. It was only a week. “Alright,” I said. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice. “Where is Shmi staying? I mean, is she still in the crèche?” “No.” He said, apologetically. “They’re letting her stay in one of the unused rooms down by the med center.” “Great.” I shoved my hands into my pockets. At that very moment the light through the window seemed to disappear. I scowled. Master set a hand down on my shoulder. “You start tomorrow.” *** Xanatos panted, sweat beading his brow. Shoving the hair out of his face, he ran forward, sword in hand, desperately trying to stab the senator. Palpatine easily sidestepped the attack, thankful that the fencing mask he wore concealed his smile. He’s strong… he thought to himself. Very strong indeed. “That’s better!” He called aloud. “Try coming in a little lower next time.” “I’ll try,” Xanatos managed between clenched teeth. He had never expected the senator to fight so well. He had felt guilty even donning the fencing suit. His discomfort had only increased when he saw that they weren’t fencing with small, flimsy sabers like he had expected. Instead, they were using long, heavy, metal swords—ones that, if sharp, could potentially run a man through. He had been scared to death to fight the senator. Walking into the gym, he had every intention of going extremely easy on the senator. Within a few minutes, all those intentions had been scattered to the wind, as he found himself pinned against the wall with a sword at his throat. “It’s okay,” Palpatine had assured him. “I was pretty bad when I began too.” Surprise, and then white-hot anger boiled up inside Xanatos’ fiery eyes. Yes, he thought to himself. But you were not a Jedi. After that it had been block, parry, thrust. Xanatos had even used the Force on several occasions. He bounced off the walls, spun, lashed out, feigned different attacks—everything he could possibly do. Through it all, Palpatine stood calmly in the center of the room, somehow anticipating each attack. Until now, he found himself pinned, yet again, this time at the senator’s feet, with a sword pointed dangerously close to his throat. Xanatos couldn’t help but think that perhaps there was more to the kindly senator than met the eye. Palpatine pulled off his mask. “Very good Xanatos!” He congratulated. “You have wonderful sword skills—especially for one so young!” Xanatos bit back his anger. He’s just trying to be helpful… he assured himself. “Thank you, sir.” He said after a moment, daring to accept the hand and stand again. “You yourself are an excellent swordsman.” Palpatine gave a small smile. “Well thank you. When I was a lad I was a galaxy-wide competitor. It’s nice to have some competition once again.” Xanatos quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, I see.” After standing in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, Palpatine clasped his hands together. “Ah, well, come over here, sit down, and take some water. You look dreadfully tired.” Xanatos gratefully sat down. Chills settled down his spine as the sweat dried cold on his forehead. He sipped the water. “You know,” Palpatine said after a moment. “When I was your age, I enjoyed reading those same Sith books I’m letting you read.” “Really?” “Oh yes. I read them many times over—I’m surprised there’s anything left of them, with as much wear-and-tear I’ve given them.” He chuckled. “In fact, I drew many inspirations from those heroic figures.” Xanatos stopped drinking for a moment. He couldn’t decide whether he liked the Sith being heroes, or if it was a slightly disturbing thought. He had always been taught that the Jedi were good, the Sith bad; the Jedi selfless, and the Sith selfish. But… maybe there was another side to the spectrum. “Really?” He finally added after a minute. “Yes,” Palpatine sent a sideways glance towards Xanatos. “The Dark Side of the Force is powerful. It leads to many abilities that others desire, and the Jedi cannot teach.” “Really?” Xanatos asked again, softer this time. This was the second time, Xanatos began to wonder about the senator’s life… “Oh yes. Anyone could learn things like that—if you are a Force sensitive.” Xanatos was growing slightly uncomfortable. He shifted on the bench. “Well… sir… I, um, really I—“ Palpatine’s crono beeped. “Oh I completely forgot.” He gave short bark of laughter and a mirthless smile. “I have a meeting in an hour. Well, I suppose it’s time we get cleaned up.” “What am I going to do while you’re in the meeting?” Xanatos wondered aloud, quickly realizing that he had spoke what was intended only to be thought. Palpatine arched a pale eyebrow. “Whatever you want, my boy, whatever you want.” He shrugged. “Don’t worry about studying. Soon though, we will start your real training.” Later that night, Xanatos sat in his darkened room, one of the senator’s Sith volumes in his hands. Light of desire danced in his eyes as he drank up each promise of unlimited power and ultimate control. A Sith would have no reason to fear anything—only to be feared. A Sith would have no reason to run in the face of danger, for he was danger. A Sith would not have to struggle—only tap into the hate and pain that he kept harnessed inside. Before he drifted off to sleep, Xanatos couldn’t help but think he might make a pretty good Sith. *** I spent the next week in the crèche—or, Hell as I prefer to call it. They were everywhere. Little Force signatures beaming so bright in the Force I could scarcely breathe. They were happy one moment, and sad the next. They loved to play and hated to work. Sleeping and eating and causing a riot seemed to be their main hobbies, when an instructor wasn’t in the room. They were sticky, and little and painfully curious. They were Younglings. The first day was probably the hardest, due to the fact that I had no idea what to expect. I was mainly in charge of a group of five. The eldest of the group was nearly five standard years old, and was a Twi’lek child who went by Quee. He clearly led the little group to do whatever mischief they could possibly conjure. The next oldest were human twins—two girls—each with fiery red hair and a passion to match. I swear they had some sort of a telepathic connection. Barely four standard years old, they finished each other’s sentences, food, and did almost everything in unison. When they didn’t get their way, they were perfect, accepting angels… until you turned your back. They called themselves Mea and Elle. And they were identical. The fourth child was a near human species that I had never heard of, and frankly can’t remember. He had a sweet disposition… I thought. He went by Zipper, and for a while, I couldn’t figure out why, until I saw that he had the gift of Force-enhanced speed which was especially great for stealing cookies when I wasn’t looking. And lastly, I found I could breathe. Little Obi-Wan was the youngest of the bunch—only three—but I found him more mature than the other four. Of all the kids, he seemed to most inclined to actually listen to me—or anyone for that matter. He was quiet, well-behaved for the most part, and fairly easy to teach. That first day will live on in my memory I am sure as one of the worst experiences of my life. For some reason, my group didn’t have any formal classes until later that afternoon. Quee had the kids huddled in the corner. I should have known just by that fact alone that something was up. But I didn’t, and while I sanitized the building blocks, Elle started walking in my direction. At least, I think it was Elle. It might have been Mea. “Padawan Skywalker?” She asked so sweetly. “Yes?” That was all it took. While I was distracted, Zipper ran around my left side. I whirled around just in time to see him literally run up the wall. and then he was back down again. I barely had time to blink before Mea and Quee had robbed the kitchen of all sweets. Zipper came back around, and threw something at my knees as he ran by. I caught myself before I fell, but I lost my balance enough to delay me a moment. I swear, less than thirty seconds later, They had locked themselves in a closet with the sweets, and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t get the door open. And Obi-Wan was just looking at me with those innocent blue eyes. Of course he hadn’t had any part in this grand scheme, but still… I spent the next half hour pounding on the door of the closet, shouting at them to get out. Of course, when the crèche master walked in again, she found a very angry me screaming for the kids to get out of the closet. I got in trouble for screaming and losing my temper. The younglings were off the hook. And all happened before the mid-morning snack. It was going to be a long day. Heck, it was going to be a long week. *** As much as Qui-Gon Jinn hated to punish his padawan learner, he had to admit he was thankful for some time alone. Bright and early in the morning, he found himself walking to where Shmi was staying. He found himself knocking on her door… he found himself not knowing why he was there. “Good morning.” Shmi said with a bright smile as she opened the door. She had suspected it was Qui-Gon before she opened the door. Qui-Gon nodded and smiled. “Good morning to you too,” she said warmly. “I was…wondering…” what was he wondering again? He took a moment to think. “…if…if you’d like to go… looking for an apartment this morning?” He finished, not sure if that was what he had intended to say or not. Shmi’s eyes brightened. “That would be very nice.” She said. “I was going to ask you if you could show me around—I don’t want to impose on the Temple’s hospitality any more than need be.” “I assure you,” Qui-Gon answered sincerely. “That you are not imposing in the least.” “Where’s Krishna?” Shmi asked, noting that her sister wasn’t around. “She can’t still be asleep.” “She’s… well, I had to punish her for what she did on Tatooine.” Qui-Gon shrugged. “I told her to help out in the crèche—with the younglings—for the week.” Shmi gave a little laugh. “I would have considered that a privilege when I was her age.” “So would I,” Qui-Gon admitted, chuckling a bit. “However, Krishna thinks otherwise. She is not so attuned to the Living Force, nor is she comfortable with… well, with other Jedi usually. She prefers the mechanical—things she can control.” Shmi picked up a small purse off the counter. “Really?” she asked as she shut the door and began walking with Qui-Gon. “Why do you think that is?” “I don’t know,” He honestly confessed. “She was raised in the crèche with the other younglings, grew up in the Temple like every other Jedi… Sometimes I wonder about her previous experiences as a padawan learner. I’m not her first master.” Shmi raised her eyebrows. “Really?” she asked, surprised. “I thought all Jedi only had one master.” “They do.” Qui-Gon nodded to the Knight at the Temple entrance. “You see,” he explained as they walked into the hangar. “Each padawan learner is chosen by a master at the age of thirteen. That master trains the padawan into Knighthood. However, in Krishna’s case, her master died on their first mission together.” Qui-Gon furrowed his brow. “And come to think of it, I’m not even sure how she died.” “Maybe it’s something you could ask Krishna?” “I don’t know,” He shrugged. “I’ve never thought about it. She never talks about it either… not that it’s surprising… Ah, here we are.” He stopped in front of a modest looking speeder. “Is this yours, Master Jedi?” Shmi asked. “I told you to call me Qui-Gon,” He reminded. “I know,” She laughed. “I just like saying ‘Master Jedi.’ You deserve a title.” Qui-Gon took her hand and helped her into the speeder. “Well, if you insist on calling me Master Jedi, I shall call you… Lady Skywalker.” Shmi laughed. “You didn’t answer my question,” “What question Lady Skywalker?” Shmi made a face. “I asked if the speeder was yours.” “Yes it’s mine,” Qui-Gon climbed in the driver’s seat. “But I don’t use it very often. Well,” he changed the subject. “So, where do you want to go house hunting?” “What are my options?” Shmi primly asked. “Let’s see… we could go to… that big silver building.” Qui-Gon pointed. “Or that big silver building, or that big silver building… or maybe that big silver building… or—“ As he started the engine, Shmi leaned over and rested her head on is shoulder. “Just take me wherever you think I’ll find a good place.” Qui-Gon unconsciously wrapped an arm around Shmi’s shoulders. “I’ll try my best.” -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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