Brink (JA drama) updated 6.5

Brink
loryn wilde
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Master and Apprentice are on a mission to a planet where communication is as rare as the people's good temper, they can only rely on each other. But when one begins to question the other's sanity, who can they turn to for help?
Dedication: !Spyre! ?Cause I?m so incredibly fond of you. Plus, you?re my own personal ?inspyration?. ;oP

?The truth is rarely pure and never simple.?
? Oscar Wilde


Obi-Wan had not slept in days and knew he would have to do something about his near debilitating weariness before someone decided to notice. It was probably only a matter of time before one of the delegates or even his master commented on his unusually frequent 'woolgathering', as Master Yoda referred to any drifting of the mind that was not meditation oriented.

Already there were dark smudges creasing his skin and cupping worn gray eyes. One had only to look closer to find the fatigue pooling in those same eyes, rapidly overcoming any resistance he might have had, any will to cling to the wakeful realm. Lethargy was taking hold, exhaustion seeping into the very marrow of his bones, adding a slight drag to his step.

He had told Qui-Gon he was going for a long walk, and would return by nightfall. The master had dismissed him without so much as a second glance, showing no sign of the darkness that Obi-Wan knew crept into his bright soul nightly. The Padawan rubbed a hand over his face as if to briefly massage life back into the pinched features. Even his braid hung limply over his right shoulder when he pulled it out from underneath his collar, where he had hidden it to go into the small medicinal shop behind him.

It was difficult for Darcites to tell basic humans apart from one another, but the braid was a glaring symbol of who and what he was. He had left his robe behind to evade further recognition. To a planet that had a strong reluctance to trust outsiders, an ambassadorial Jedi Padawan purchasing energy pills - no matter how herbal focused - would certainly not go over well with the public.

The seventeen-year old glanced down at the small bottle in his hand before tucking it safely into his tunic. A chilling breeze cut through him, reminding the youth that the evening was fast approaching, shading the purple skies a passionately violet hue. Worry tugged at his heart as he set off to their temporary quarters. Would tonight be any better? It seemed as though Qui-Gon got worse each time the suns set.

Obi-Wan decided he would excuse himself from dinner, claim he was tired, and close himself up in the private room he had been given. Not a lie, he was careful to note. He had never felt more tired than he did then, never more weighted or torn with decisions he alone could make.

The gothic steeples of their hostel rose over the horizon, and the Padawan's stomach twisted tightly into knots. He snagged his lower lip between his teeth and his brow creased in anguish. Had he ever felt afraid of his master before? Had any Padawan? It felt horrifically wrong to him. Everything about this mission had felt wrong from the very start. Qui-Gon had simply told him not to focus so much on negative feelings.

"You are entirely too pessimistic, Padawan," he had grinned, clapping the young man on the back before urging him onto the transport. His master had been in an incredibly good mood, they had just returned from sabbatical and the older man definitely had a new bounce in his step.

At the light chiding Obi-Wan had recalled how tired Qui-Gon was before their rest, and, wanting to keep this joyful manner in tact as long as possible, had agreed to not be such a "stick in the proverbial mud."

At the looming gates of their hostel, the Padawan could already feel stirrings of the darkness that tainted their rooms at night. Inside, stepping onto the lift, he hung back in his movements, lingering in the halls, stopping to study a painting when he came across one. On their floor he resorted to a slow plodding. A Darcite briskly passed him, frowning at the apprent

 

Wow!
This is kinda spooky but great Loryn_Wilde!
Can't wait for the next post!

~s-wk

 

You know, this reminds me of something Poe would write. Obi has terrible paranoia, and you don't know if it might all be in his mind or not.

Please post more!

 

This is very well written. I'm almost afraid to read on, but I have to find out what happens! Please continue soon.

 

It is spooky. But it's a very good spooky.



Post more soon please!

 

Just upping.
-lore

 

Ohmygosh! This is really great! You need to write more! The paranoia idea is great, and you describe it with phenomenal talent!
Great Loryn! (Just like your other stories

 

Love this, especially Obi's paranoia, but is it justified? After all just because he's paranoid doesn't they aren't out to get him.

 

I think I saw this on the other site.

I agree, is it Obi_wan's paranoia or is it really happening????

 

This is superbly written, Loryn! I anxiously await your next installment.

 

This is lookin' really good. Can't wait for more!- 292

 

Great start!!! I look forward to more!

 

Write more soon! This seems like it'll be a great fic!

 

need more of this fic!!!!


Post soon!

 

Great start so far - mysterious and angsty. Always the best way to start

More soon please!

 

UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

So, ah, you're not going to leave it there are you? Come on, I want to know if Obi is really paranoid or if Qui is really out to get him. Or maybe both are true. *scratches head* Can that happen?

Anyway, I was so happy when I saw another story by you, Loryn. I loved your other ones. Hope to see a new post soon.

~Swede

 

And up.

 

I need more of this delicious fic


Very Good!!!

post soon!!!!!!!!!!!

 

More please!

 

Loryn, I was so glad to see you had posted another fic. I just loved Stone Appeal, and this one looks to be just as captivating and well written

What a wonderful idea this is. I have a feeling it will be awhile before we find out who the 'insane' one is I hope so anyways.

So, is there a mysterious darkness that is having at Qui when the sun goes down? Or is Obi having some type of wierd reaction to this bite he's gotten? I have to agree with Cascadia this seems very Poe-ish

Looking forward to more, and soon

 

Hello? Hellooooooooo?

 

Okay! I need a post, and now!

Please?

 

Please! You need to update! Don't make me cry...