Before - Legends Fire and Ice...Qui and Obi fight for survival on Hoth...Lurker Appreciation Week has begun!!

Fire and Ice

Authors: Durhelediel and Layren

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: All things Star Wars belong to George Lucas. We do not profit by it?well, okay so our imaginations profit?but that still isn't monetary funds. Lol

Note from the authors: Clue for those who may be easily confused?this fic is separated into periods of flashbacks until the time line is caught back up again. The flashbacks will be indicated by a ~~~~~~*~~~~~~~ before and after each flashback. Happy reading!

Chapter One

Fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi eyed the slender man cautiously. Sweat poured down his body, bare chest, and chaffed at his cuffed wrists and ankles. Hoth was so freezing cold that the change in temperature was making him feverish. He coughed, then glanced to the side where his master, Qui-Gon Jinn, lay quietly. His master had been here longer than he, but seemed to be calmly taking it all in. He himself had just shortly gotten here. He had been searching for his master...well, he had found him.

Qui-Gon sighed deeply as he glanced over at his padawan. He had tried to keep Obi-Wan from looking for him but it hadn't worked. Instead, Obi-Wan had ignored his mental warning and his closing of their bond, deciding to come looking for him against his orders. Sweat rolled off him in waves. It was incredibly hot in this room and he'd been there for several days already. He had several bruises, burns and cuts marking his chest and abdomen. None of them were too serious he didn't think at the moment?yet.

Obi-Wan gave another deep, racking cough that shook his whole body. He was stretched tightly in his chains so that any slight movement caused him to wiggle uncontrollably and threatened to make him vomit. His captor had laughed when he discovered that the younger Jedi was sick and had placed him this way on purpose. Just another way to torture an answer from him, though his head was so fuzzy he wasn't exactly sure what the man wanted. In a hoarse whisper, he mumbled, "Master?"

"Padawan?" Qui-Gon replied, gritting his teeth as he tried to move for the millionth time without any success. He wished he could take off his tunic. He could feel it sticking to him with all the sweat pouring off him and it was wearing on his nerves.

Obi-Wan let his body relax into the chains, ignoring the digging into his sweat-softened flesh. "It could be worse..." he tried to joke.

Qui-Gon sighed a little and twisted again, wiggling his bare toes. "Padawan, I told you to stay with your expedition. Why did you not follow my orders?"

Obi-Wan sighed, feeling sleep tugging at him, even in his uncomfortable surroundings. His response was slurred when he said, "Had to follow you to keep from being killed...incompetent researchers..." The second- and third- degree burns on his chest and arms throbbed with the thought of what one of those 'incompetent researchers' had done before Obi-Wan had went after his master. He was so tired....

"Obi-Wan, even if they're incompetent they still requested Jedi protection," Qui-Gon said, putting more force into his voice. He frowned, watching as Obi-Wan's eyelids drooped. "Obi-Wan, I need you to stay awake, please."

"Why?" Obi-Wan asked. It seemed like such a natural thing, sleeping. Why would his master deny him what his body craved? He slipped further into the beckoning darkness.

Qui-Gon tugged on his chains, trying again to get loose. He saw Obi-Wan was already asleep. He sighed. His poor padawan was sick and injured. He would do everything in his power to protect him from the terrorists who held them.

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"Why are we being sent, Master?" Obi-Wan inquired his master while they packed for a trip to the ice world of Hoth. Hoth was uninhabited and largely left alone by all. Why in the galaxy would they be requested to go there, of all places?

"Because there is rumor of valuable ore located under the planet's surface and researchers have requested Jedi assistance. Terrorists would be extremely interested in this type of ore because it would be a very effective

 

Oooh, great start! Straight in at the begining and it sounds as if Qui and Obi are in a lot of trouble! Looks like this is one to keep an eye on

 

Looks really promising. I like the dynamics between Obi and Qui. Try not to hurt our poor Jedi too much!

Keep going.

 

hehehe Qui saying the famous saying and Obi snickering! Great! Loving it so far, def a great beginning!

Most interested on how Qui ended up captured/tortured. Qui and Obi angst!! hehehe

 

Qui and Obi angst? Ooh...Oohh..I'm in. And I say hurt them all you want as long as you make it all better in the end.

 

Jemmiah, thanks for the swift post! I'm glad you like it already. We wanted it to be a tad different so we figured we'd have flashbacks to explain how they got in trouble. lol

Diane- Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure we won't hurt them toooooo much. ::evil laughter::

Kynstar- You'll just have to see, won't you? lol

Opal- Nice to have you on board; I don't remember seeing you posting to any of my individual stories, or joint ones with Layren. And we can't hurt them too much on the boards or we'll get reprimanded (again) lol. If it turns out to be beyond PG we'll have the edited version here and the unedited version on fanfiction.net. But we'll try to let you know at the beginning of that chapter if anything is edited.


Thanks all for the quick responses! Both Layren and I are very busy this weekend but we will try to get a new chapter up no later than Monday night. Hang on for the ride! It's going to be a good mix of humor and torture lol. We love doing those....

-Durhelediel :}

 

Okay, I'm hooked! I can't wait for more. Anything with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan gets my attention. : )

 

Great post! Very interesting beginning. Can't wait for more.

 

We are glad that you all are interested in it so far. We do have to say that this chapter is edited down to fit the rating requirements of this site. To see the unedited version you must go to fanfiction.net. Thanks!

Chapter Two

Obi-Wan woke up, shivering. The man was standing near him, gazing at him. He had been a prisoner for maybe a day and the man near him had said hardly anything to him. "Who...you?" Obi-Wan slurred through chattering teeth. His wrists burned. "What...want?" The man simply smiled at him, then left the room. Obi-Wan whimpered, "Master?"

Qui-Gon sighed and turned his head to look at Obi-Wan who was finally awake. "Padawan." He twisted, trying to move, and winced a little as the bindings on his wrists cut into him.

"Master, who is he?" Obi-Wan asked, closing his sore eyes from the glare. The burns on his body were throbbing bubbles of pain that begged for his attention. More than that was his desire to know what was going on.

"I honestly have no idea Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said, gritting his teeth. "He's told me nothing since I was originally taken captive. All I know is that he seems to have a fondness for playing with fire." He winced as he felt the pain from a bad burn on his right leg.

Obi-Wan sighed. "Do you think the research team got away safely, or are they going to search for us?" He felt a stab of guilt that he had disobeyed his master's orders in order to come find him, but he fervently hoped that the research team had followed his to leave.

"I wouldn't know," Qui-Gon said a trifle testily, still upset that Obi-Wan had disobeyed orders. "If they leave without us, then we have no way off this planet."

Obi-Wan couldn't stand to see his master so upset with him, so finally he decided to tell him why he had disobeyed. "Master, I saw..." he hesitated. Most Jedi did not see visions of the future, not on a regular basis, and this had been Obi-Wan's first clear vision. He hoped his master would believe him.

"Visions are not set in stone, Obi-Wan. Remember the future is always in motion. You cannot allow visions to sway your judgment," Qui-Gon said, reading the direction of his thoughts.

"But I saw..." Obi-Wan stopped, as his exhaustion from his illness and imprisonment set in. It was evident that his master wouldn't even listen to what he had to say, so he would conserve his strength by not speaking. In shame and hurt, he turned his face away from his master.

Qui-Gon sighed. He hadn't meant to be so harsh, but following blind visions was a dangerous thing and Obi-wan needed to learn that. "What did you see?"

Obi-Wan did not want to say now, but knew that he could not keep the information from his master. In a quiet whisper, he said, "Your death, here, by the hands of that man. After the vision, I felt the Force pulling me to come here, across the frozen wastes, to find you. It was so insistent that I could not refuse it."

Qui-Gon was silent for awhile. After several minutes he finally spoke again. "There is no death, there is the Force. My Obi-Wan, all Jedi pass into it at some point or another. I will be no different."

Obi-Wan felt hot tears sting his cheeks as he continued to keep his face away. In a suffocated voice, he murmured, "But I feel I cannot lose you, Master. I would be so lost without your guidance."

"No. Obi-Wan, I need you're attention. Look at me please." Qui-Gon waited until Obi-Wan turned to face him. "I will always be there to guide you. Just perhaps in a different way."

The thought of losing the only father figure he had, coupled with the images from his vision, caused Obi-Wan to break down crying. Right then, the man walked in, taking in Obi-Wan in a glance.

"Not often one of my prisoners breaks down crying before I do much to them," he remarked in a cool tone. "So instead of feeling proud, I suppose I must thank you, Jinn, for this honor."

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes and the man. "Don't you have better things to do than torment your prisoners? Surely a terrorist like yourself has something else important to do."

 

The man gave him a slight nod, hiding a smile. "I am called simply Dwine. You are on Hoth." Now he let his smile show.

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. "I knew the name of the planet?thanks for that woefully inadequate information."

Dwine chuckled. "You are in the living quarters of the Cavrilhu pirates."

Qui-Gon arched a brow. "Pirates? Oh, well, thank you for the information. Now if you'd please let me up so I can update my will to make sure my padawan receives all of my personal property..." He trailed off, wondering if it would work.



Qui-Gon is SO cool under pressure. I love it. A great update, can't wait for more!

 

Yeah... it's a pity you have restrictions here on this site. Why don't they do a 'rating' system as well? Putting it in the Title area would help wouldn't it? Oh well... being new to the board I know not of their 'ways'. Guess I'll have to watch it on my own story then. hehehehe

Great job!! Poor Qui... suffering for Obi-Wan's sake. As a wonderful Master would for their beloved Padawan! Can't wait for more!

 

Kynstar, they do have a rating system here, but you can't go over PG...or not by much anyway. So in order to keep the peace, we tone down the posts that need it. Which is not this one lol.

Chapter Three

Obi-Wan tossed and turned in his cool covers. He had been placed on a low sleep couch and given light, airy covers with heavier ones to the side should he need them. His fever was getting worse...one minute he was burning up, the next he felt as if he were outside again on Hoth...outside again...

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Qui-Gon carefully brought the ship down into Hoth's atmosphere and set it down. The wind buffeted the ship and made the landing rough. He winced a little at his rocky landing. "At least the ship is still intact this time," he muttered.

A choked off chuckle came from behind him and Obi-Wan tried to turn it into a cough. Being stuck on a tiny ship with eight very naive researchers had been very trying for his master's patience, and now some of that was bleeding through, Obi-Wan could tell. "As long as we're alive this time," he quipped, in a good mood to finally see the planet after almost two weeks in space travel.

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. "For now." He stood and began pulling on his cold weather gear. He hated the idea of being burdened down by heavy clothes. It would make it very hard to move through the snow, but he knew it was necessary. Without proper protection on the freezing ice planet they would die.

Obi-Wan, already in his heavy gear, pointed toward the large common room. "The researchers have finally decided who goes on what team, Master," he informed him. "They wanted to run it by you...and see if our splitting up has sat well with you yet." He raised an eyebrow, questioning. Qui-Gon had not seemed happy about him and Obi-Wan being split up, no matter how many times it was mentioned.

Qui-Gon nodded slightly. "What's the plan so far? I still don't like this idea, but I realize it's our best action."

Obi-Wan shrugged and led him to the common room. "Ask them," he said as he pointed at the two head researchers.

Qua jumped up immediately. "Ask us what, young Kenobi?"

Qui-Gon resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. As nice as the researcher was, being in close quarters was beginning to wear his patience. "What is the plan of action for splitting up?"

Greklen answered. He jerked a thumb at each person as he ticked off their names. "One specialist per group, we think. Me, Penne, Sassi and Howik in one group--with you, Master Jinn-- and Qua, Lucas, Geron and Jebthia with your padawan in another. That way we all have what we need for brains in each area."

Qui-Gon nodded his agreement. It sounded logical but he still didn't like it. "That sounds acceptable. I suppose we had better be off. The sooner we start looking, the sooner we can go back to Coruscant where it's warm."

All heads bobbed in agreement with him on that one and the two groups gathered what they needed. "Okay," Qua instructed. "My group will start searching for the ore here while Greklen's group will go to the other side of the planet. We all ready?" She received three head nods, and then exited the ship.

Obi-Wan lingered beside his master for a moment. Something nagged at him through the Force... "Master," he said at last. "I don't like it. Something's not right...not with the researchers, they're all fine. But it's something else...elusive..." He frowned, unhappy at not being able to be more specific.

"I know. I feel it also padawan. I don't know what it is. That's why I don't like this idea of separating." He sighed. "Just be mindful and keep a close eye on your surroundings. I'll only be a thought away."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, Master." Then he walked off the ramp into the blistering cold of Hoth. He turned to watch the ship take off and disappear over the horizon forlornly. His feeling of unease only strengthened, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, so he turned around and started helping the researchers make environmental proof shelters.

Qui-Gon set the s

 

Good set-up. I like the descriptions and the pairings. I really liked that one of them is flirting with Qui-Gon. I know I would be.. LOL.

Keep going.

 

hehehe ditto on the flirting bit! *snrk* making Qui blush! hehehehe

Cool back flash on letting us know what happen! Can't wait for more as to how Qui gets captured.

 

Severe editing has been done on the torture scene with Qui-Gon for this to fit this site's ratings. Just so ya know. lol

Chapter Four

Qui-Gon twisted in his chains, earning himself nothing but a pulled muscle and pain shooting through his broken leg. As soon as Dwine had left he tried to find another way out of his situation, but there didn't seem to be one?and now with his leg broken that would hinder his escape even more. He sighed, realizing that he would just have to endure until he either became one with the Force or help arrived.

Dwine sauntered back in, smelling of zesty dewback ribs. "How are we doing? Still 'hanging' in here?" His words were slightly slurred and the smell of alcohol was strong on his breath as he leaned over Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon's stomach rumbled at the smell of dewback sauce that lingered in the air. He'd had nothing to eat since the day he'd been taken hostage other than one stale ration bar the first day of his captivity. "Unfortunately," he replied, dryly.

Dwine grinned at him, a glint in his eye as he picked up the metal cylinder that he had shown him almost two hours earlier. "See this? Think you've figur....fig...got it thought out yet?"

"I haven't been trying to figure it out," Qui-Gon said as he rolled his eyes. He'd been trying not to think about it and to figure a way out of this hopeless looking situation, but it hadn't done him any good.

Dwine leaned against the table near him heavily. "Oh, it's pretty neat," he said, in a jovial mood from all the ale he had drank to bolster his spirits at lunch. "You see, I make a hole in your throat, then shove this down in it. Then I time you to see how long you can go without breathing. If I guess correctly, then I take it out in time for you to take a breath...if not, well, I'm pretty good at guessing."

Qui-Gon's eyes widened in shock and his head spun at the thought. Dimly he hoped the man failed so that at least he wouldn't have to endure as much suffering.

Dwine twirled the metal in his hands, letting it catch the lights and shine. "This will be fun," he chuckled, finally putting it down and reaching behind his back. After a moment he held out...a full bottle of ale. He grinned. "Even Jedi should drink every now and then," he said, chortling, as he walked closer to Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon turned his head away. He was not going to make this easy for his captor. The man reeked of alcohol and he had no intention of drinking any of it.

Dwine's strong hand clamped around his throat and forced his head back around. The bottle was open now and right above his mouth. "Drink," Dwine ordered. "I'm being nice...this will help with the pain. Don't make me regret this."

Qui-Gon's gaze narrowed and his dark blue eyes spoke volumes. Like the Sith he would drink that stuff. He would need a clear head if he was going to use the Force for a healing trance later.

Dwine used four of his fingers to pry Qui-Gon's mouth open, and then shoved the neck of the bottle into the Jedi's mouth, forcing the liquid into his mouth and down his throat. "Drink, or choke," he said cheerfully.

Qui-Gon choked and spewed some of it, trying to keep from having the bottle poured down his throat. Force, but it tasted horrible.

Dwine kept the bottle shoved in his mouth until the last bit was gone. Only then did he take it out. "I'll let that stew for a while," he chuckled as he walked back out, stumbling slightly.

Qui-Gon winced at the nasty taste in his mouth. Sith, but how did people truly enjoying drinking that stuff? He twisted and winced at the pain in his leg. Now where was Dwine going?

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Obi-Wan felt cool hands on his forehead and water was forced down his throat. His parched tongue begged for more, but no more came. He was hot. So hot. Sweat poured from his body. He wanted his master, but he dimly remembered that his master was currently chained to a table and unable to do him much good. He hoped to the Force that his illness would go away so that he could somehow rescue his master. Uneasy, he drifted back into

 

Oooh, I'm glad I found this one! I like the way you portray Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon; their humor, impatience, and wit is just awsome! They're just how I imagine them to be, although I never really thought of Qui as a lady's man! Not that I blame Sassi at all! Although I suppose this story is meant to be a drama, the little bits of humor throughout are just great!... some of the stuff that is done to Obi and Qui, that medal thing in Qui's throat...*shudders* That guy really needs to get a new hobby. And who is this mysterious benefactor? Anyways, great posts!

 

Poor Qui! *snrk* drunken Qui hehehehehe a pity he didn't allow Qui to remain drunk to long! Would be interesting how Qui acts as drunk (besides singing) There's a story out there about a drunk Obi *snrk* that one rocked hehehehehe

And poor Obi... enduring the pain that his Master is going thru...sad...

And what's up with that gal researcher?! Woo-hoo! Qui get some sugar? hehehe Sweet to know especially after Tahl's unseemingly death.

Great work! Can't wait for more!! (I take it the more explicit 'torture' is on ff.net?)

 

It makes us feel so good that all of you are so into this story! We are having a blast writing it!

And yes, Kynstar, the more explicit torture is on ffn. I'm trying to be a good padawan, which means obeying the rules on this site. lol

Well, I'm in the process of moving back to college (happens this Sunday) so since I am the beta for our stories, our posts might get slower over the next few days. I will TRY to stay up on it, but I have a lot to do, along with trying to see everyone who wants to see me before I go. If a post will take longer than three days, I will try to let you know.

 

Hey, I just found this story, and I love it!! Interesting plotline, and who doesn't love a good dose of angst at our boys' expense? Anyway, awesome job so far, I'm looking forward to more!

 

Well, I'm settled in to my dorm. Now I just have to find time to beta and post while doing classes and working. lol Not a lot for a Jedi Padawan to handle, right? lol

Chapter Five

Haggia struck Dwine in the face, hard. "What do you think you're doing, you drunken lout? He's Jedi! Not some poor traveler! The Jedi can tell when one of them's in pain and we'll have a whole group here, swarming all over us! What do you propose to do if the Jedi and his brat are dead when that happens? Do you not care about your children at all?" She was a stocky woman, the daughter of pirates who married a pirate. She felt no concern for the Jedi and the Jedi child, but she did fear for her children should the other Jedi find two of their own dead.

Dwine sulked a little. "But Haggia?the Jedi and I made a deal," he said in a slurred voice. "His Jedi child will recover from his illness at the price of his life. He agreed."

Haggai smacked him again. "I don't care!" She yelled in his face. "You get the Jedi brat well, and you get the Jedi well, then you dump them back on Hoth's waste lands. They'll die quick out there, and no one can trace it to us, or our children. You stupid, drunken nerfherder! Get them well! Now!" And she stormed away, muttering under her breath that if he had not been the leader of the pirates she never would have agreed to marry the lousy lout.

Dwine pouted as his wife stormed away. What did she know about it? She was just a woman. He stomped back up to the Jedi's prison to check to see if the Jedi had awoken from unconsciousness. He supposed he should put him in bacta. After all, he might need more blood from him later to do research with.

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Haggai checked on the Jedi brat down the hall. "Is he recovering?" She asked his assigned caretaker, Asli.

The petite woman shrugged. "His fever just broke. He got all squirmy a few minutes ago though, mumbled something about his master..."

Haggia snorted. She was right, as usual. The Jedi did feel each other when they were in distress. They'd heal both of their captives as quickly as possible and then dump them to fend for themselves back on Hoth. "Keep an eye out for him. Get him whatever he wants until he's well. I'll be back later."

Asli sighed a little as Haggia left. She glanced down at her charge, who was slowly coming around. "Here, drink this," she said, holding some more medicine to his lips.

Obi-Wan felt slow and dried out. He blinked at the blonde leaning over him. Then he smelled what she held and almost gagged. He tried to mumble 'no', but it was clear she wouldn't take no for an answer so he turned his face away.

Asli grumbled under her breath and grabbed Obi-Wan's throat, forcing his head towards her. "Drink," she ordered.

Obi-Wan groaned, but finally slurped down the terrible smelling concoction. It tasted worse than it smelled and he was left, coughing and gagging, after choking it down.

"I'm doing this to help you," she snapped. "I know it tastes awful, but it'll make you feel better."

Obi-Wan groaned again. "By trying to kill me you're making me better?"

"I'm not trying to kill you. If I wanted to do that I would've done it by now," she grumbled, irritated. "The medicine is not killing you. You're still alive enough to whine."

Obi-Wan couldn't help but chuckle. "Sorry," he choked out, flipping himself over onto his back and feeling as if he were finally awake after a long time. "I've never taken medicine well."

She scowled. "So I've noticed. I hope the Healers at your Temple don't have to put up with you much."

Now Obi-Wan choked again, but this time with laughter. "Oh, you'd be surprised. We have set a record for our visits, my master and I." His eyes widened and he pushed himself weakly up on an elbow. "My Master...how is he? Where is he?"

Asli pushed him back down. "He's alive and that's all you need to know. Rest."

Obi-Wan fell back easily, but now all traces of humor were gone and he saw her for what she truly was: one of his captors. Quietly, he asked, "What do you wa

 

Aha! Bloody well should be worried about hurting the two! hehehehe great postie!!! Loving it loving it!!! Especially the little humor mixed in there! *snrk* Great work!

 

Obi-Wan groaned again. "By trying to kill me you're making me better?"

"I'm not trying to kill you. If I wanted to do that I would've done it by now," she grumbled, irritated. "The medicine is not killing you. You're still alive enough to whine."

ROFLOL! As has already been mentioned the little comdey inserts work really well with a tense, exciting story such as this one. Keep going!

 

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Apologies for this taking so long. As my co-author would say, Darth Real Life got into the way (i.e. computers not wanting to keep coded information so I could beta) lol I quit my job so I should have the rest of this posted by the end of the week since we are done with it now.

Keep reading and commenting! :}

BTW, there is a lot of scene shifting, but all of this chapter is a flashback. Just so you don't get too confused. :}

Chapter Six

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Obi-Wan flopped down on his padded portable sleep couch in his tent. The wind howled outside, a low and mournful sound. He felt like he was a giant block of ice. They had been searching all day around the lake and found nothing, though Qua assured them that it could simply mean that their instruments weren't working correctly in the bitter cold. He sighed and for the millionth time that day wondered about his master.

A dull bell clanged, barely audible in the wind, summoning the group to dinner. He would have to go out in that wind again to get to the central tent where they ate and had meetings.

There is no cold, there is the Force, he thought to himself ruefully as he stood and braced himself against the biting wind. Quickly, he struggled against snow pelting his face to stumble into the dry central tent. He saw that Greon was cooking tonight. "Hello," he greeted, eyeing the group as they stopped talking at his entrance. Something told him that they were planning something...

Qua smiled warmly at Obi-Wan as he entered. "Hi, Obi-Wan," she greeted cheerfully. "We've just been discussing our plans. I want to try looking in just one more place before we loose the light. But I don't want to leave the camp unattended," she said as she glanced at him.

Obi-Wan frowned as he took his dish of food. The only ones who hadn't scarfed down their food were himself and Lucas, it seemed. "So I assume you want me to stay here? Wouldn't I better off protecting you?"

Qua shook her head. "I won't be going alone. Greon and Jebitha are going with me. Someone needs to stay here."

Obi-Wan glanced at Lucas, who smiled at him wanly. "So Lucas and I are staying here? Why can't he just stay and I go with you?"

"He'll need protection. I don't think it's a good idea for any of us to be alone. If he ran into trouble or something then he would be alone without any help," she explained.

Obi-Wan sighed. It looked as if nothing he could say would get him out of staying at the camp. "How long will you be?"

"Not too long, I hope. We have to be back before the sun goes down. No one could survive night on Hoth without proper shelter," Qua informed him.

Obi-Wan nodded, and finished his meal. By the time he was done, the three researchers had left. Lucas was fiddling with something at his table. Obi-Wan sighed and approached him. "What's that?" he asked, curious. It was a small black box with complicated dials and metal prongs on it.

"It's called something I can't pronounce, Jedi. Gonna see if we can boost the warmth in this place. It's still kind of cold to me. It's a heater, but Qua got it from some planet that calls it a really odd name," Lucas explained eagerly.

Obi-Wan felt a prickle of warning through the Force. Slowly he started to back away. "You do know how to use it, right?"

"Of course I know how to use it. Don't be stupid," Lucas said as he crossed two wires.

Obi-Wan felt the Force flare right as Lucas crossed the two wires, and then he knew nothing as his world exploded into light.

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Qui-Gon dozed on the portable sleep couch in his shelter, Sassi curled up right next to him. He jerked awake, sitting up abruptly, feeling the bond between himself and Obi-Wan suddenly get cut off. //Obi-Wan?!// he sent.

Sassi was startled awake by his movements. She blinked, rapidly becoming awake and gazed at him. "What? What is it?"

"Obi-Wan's in some kind of trouble. I lost contact with him," he said in a worried voice.

Sassi frowned. "Obi-Wan himself, or the whole other team? Can you tell?"

"I think it's j

 

Poor Obi! Ack burns like that are not fun! Not at all.
Qui is all worried How sweet is that! Well we know that Obi gets somewhat better at least since this is a flash back. This is definitely getting more exciting by the moment!