Hold on to me. (JA fic by Cassia)

*sighs in relief*

Phew! Obi not dead! Very good!

Glad Calia has seen the other side now. Makes me like her a lot more than I did at first

 

[face_pleading] Kim, Cassia, I can't go to bed with out my Hold On To Me post!!

Well, maybe I can, but it won't be pretty...

Sarah >^,,^<

 

Oooo.... What an emotional post! It was wonderful!

More soon please!

 

At least Qui knows Obi isn't dead, but I'm sure he's still worried. What an eye opener it must be for the poor princess to see the evil her father had done just to maintain their affluent way of life. Looking forward to the next chapter.

 

I AM HAVING CASSIA WITHDRAWL!!!!!!!!! (((I just finished re-reading Lost Light! I like that one a LOT)))

MORE SOON PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!

--SiriGallia

~*~Cassia excells at TWO things, Obi-Torture and Reader-Tortuer ~*~

 

This is the post with the part I modified just for you Ellen dear... =D
--Cassia


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Summary: On an undercover mission, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan may end up placing
themselves in more trouble than either of them know how to handle. With the
fate of millions hanging in the balance, the stakes are high and any error
instantly fatal as the two Jedi try to get to the bottom of just what
exactly *is* really happening on the planet Nubus. But how costly will that
knowledge turn out to be and are they willing to pay the price?


-Hold onto Me-

~~PART SEVEN:~~


The next day, Obi-Wan insisted that he was well enough to go out with the
hunting party. Determined that he had been a burden on them long enough, he
insisted that he be allowed to help and the others finally gave in to him.

The young Jedi had two ulterior motives for wanting to go. One being that
the group was dangerously low of food and he hoped that perhaps his skills
would be of use in replenishing their dwindling supplies. Two, because he
hoped that while on the hunt he might hear more from the other men about the
ominous inferences that some of them had made to the mysterious
disappearance of groups of Midori's. What he was hearing from these people
could fit with what he'd learned in the palace, about the killings and
forced slavery round-ups, but somehow he got the feeling that there was more
to it, something... darker.

Calia, who would have been no use on a hunt, but also wished to contribute
something, volunteered to go with Effi and some of the other women to search
for edible plants and barks in the woods. Inwardly, she cringed at the idea
of such a chore, but with the kind Effi beside her, she put aside her
cultured distaste and tried her best to be useful.

The temperature was a comparatively balmy 20 degrees as both parties bundled
up as warm as they could and spread out into the snow-covered forest.

Obi-Wan stayed close to Jorr and a Midori man named Tash whose wife had
disappeared with half their village three months ago.

The air was crisp and biting as they slid silently through the forest. All
trees and plants that needed to see a summer had long ago died off, leaving
only the hardy rif and enip trees and those sturdy shrubs which could
survive Nubus' harsh weather.

Deep into the forest the hunters delved, their feet leaving deep prints in
the thick snow. Yet, the next big wind would erase the marks as if they had
never been, just as it seemed that the same wind wished to sweep over all of
Nubus, quietly erasing all who lived there until there was nothing left but
a giant white snowball, frozen, and dead.

Obi-Wan was in constant pain, but he was on the mend and four days of
intensive healing trances had made him able to wield enough control over his
injuries to keep the pain to a manageable level.

Jorr watched him with a concealed, but careful eye all the same. He did not
think that the boy was well enough to be out yet.

After about three hours, Obi-Wan's breathing was becoming difficult although
he struggled not to show his weakness to his companions. He was also
beginning to realize why the group was so low on food. It was not a
reflection on how well the men could or could not hunt; there was simply
nothing out here. The severe cold kept the animal population to a minimum
and hunters with dozens of hungry mouths to feed, like themselves, stripped
the forests of what little there was.

The small group was forced to penetrate deeper and deeper into the frozen
forest.

Tash, Obi-Wan and Jorr came to a halt when confronted by seven continuous
strands of live wire creating an impenetrable barrier before them.

"These are the forbidden grounds," Jorr said for Obi-Wan's benefit, his
voice muffled by the thick scarves around his face.

"Why? What's beyond them?" Obi-Wan inquired, reaching out

 

I normally love your stories.BYE!!!!!!!!!!PEACE Ewen

 

"Calr was going to enjoy breaking the will behind those eyes." That guy is so stupid. I mean, has he already forgotten what happened with the apprentice? Calr beat the tar and contiousness out of him and he STILL didn't break! And he was half the age of his master!!!

'Course, the king may find someway to get Obi back and make Qui miserable that way...

Uh-oh.

Way to go Calia!! I think I can finally say that I really like that girl.

Way to go Obi!! I think I can safely say that I've always liked that boy. However, that bit of standing up for Calia and helping the other two guys over the fence endeared him to me afresh.

Do I sense a smattering of Spy Kids in this army they've found?

Sarah >^,,^<

 

No!!! Qui-Gon!! Save him Obi!!

Loved the bit with 'the kiss' I thought that was very sweet!

 

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN!?!?!?

Boy Obi is a nice guy. I wouldn't have minded being Calia in that last part...or at least in that last scene. And Qui-Gon! Who's gonna save him if Obi can't go back to the palace?!

Awesome post Cassia!

 

He couldn't break Obi, and he think's he'll break Qui? I mean, HELLO?

I don't think it's gonna happen!

Brainwashed? That's never good...........

 

UP!

 

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-Hold onto Me-



~~PART EIGHT:~~


Obi-Wan stiffened.

Calia, who had almost drifted off to sleep on his shoulder looked up with
concern. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"

Obi-Wan nodded slowly. "I-I fear so. I have not been able to contact
Master Qui-Gon since we left the palace, but just now I thought I felt him,
but... I think he was in danger."

Calia's brow wrinkled. She didn't understand how Jedi telepathy worked, but
she did understand that Obi-Wan was worried. "Is there anything we can do?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "Not at the moment," he sighed. "I've been trying
to figure out what we saw in the woods. All those troops... what for?
They've got an invasion army from the looks of the troops and the equipment
I saw there: landing craft, fighters, ion cannons... but, where? And why?
A war here on Nubus would do no one any good." He puzzled over the problem
aloud.

Calia seemed thoughtful, then, the light of an idea started to spread across
her face. "Obi-Wan, do you know anything about the Viethans?"

"They're the inhabitants of the world called Vithe, the only inhabitable
planet of the quasi solar system which is also Nubus' nearest neighbor."
Obi-Wan rattled off the facts he had memorized on the way to Nubus what
seemed like a lifetime ago, back when he didn't see why this mission should
give them any trouble...

"Yes, them," Calia nodded. "Our two people have never liked each other..."
she halted. "Actually, there seems to be very few other peoples or species
that my people *do* like," she said somewhat dryly, with a sad little sigh.
"But the morning before we ran away, I heard my father talking to Queen
Ithma on a comlink and he mentioned the Viethans, saying that "They'd get
theirs in time." I also recall that once, not too long ago, he told me to
study Vithe and asked me what I thought it would be like to live there. Oh,
I didn't think anything about it at the time, but now..."

Obi-Wan's eyes snapped into focus as the pieces slid into place. "Calia!
That's IT! Erbus!" he called to the man guarding them. "Erbus!" he
repeated urgently. "I've got to talk to Jorr, right NOW! It's terribly
important!"


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Qui-Gon woke up slowly in a darkened room with a pounding headache. The
back of his head throbbed like a gnarrk with a power-hammer was sitting on
it and it felt as if his temples were in a vice...

Oh. Qui-Gon realized that his temples were, in point of fact, in a vice.
Or a vice-like grip to be more precise. A large semi-circle ran around the
back of his head, fastening to his temples in a strangely menacing fashion.

Testing the rest of his body slowly, Qui-Gon tried to move, only to find
that his arms and legs were strapped quite securely to the chair he was
sitting in and he could barely even twitch. From the leaden way he felt,
Qui-Gon surmised that in addition to being knocked unconscious, he had also
been drugged. He had no way to tell how long he had been out.

Slowly, the Jedi's keen eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, but he didn't
need his eyes to tell him that Calr was there. He could already feel that.

Qui-Gon could only guess at why he wasn't dead already.

"So," the Jedi said, his voice rasping slightly before he cleared the
grogginess out of it. "Do you intend to try on me what you did to Obi-Wan,
or are you only interested in torturing defenseless children?" Qui-Gon's
voice had a hard edge to it when he spoke of what Calr had done to his
Padawan.

"That boy was hardly defenseless," Calr scoffed. "But no, I have... other
plans for you." Qui-Gon could hear the wicked glint in the man's voice. It
was a tone that made the Jedi's blood run cold despite himself.

"You my dear Jedi are currently my private guest at a secret military base
deep in the woods outside the palace. This however, is

 

Oh. No. QUI-GON!!!

Evil cliffie...

x Clare x

 

Hmmm... I sense much angst in the future, especially if brain-washed Qui hurts Obi... Hmm...

Anyway, more soon please!

 

Eek! Cliffie! Slipping...off cliff...NEED UPDATE SOON!!!!!!!

 

THUD. *ApprenticeM falls off her chair

AH!!! [face_shocked] Qui's only pretending right? RIGHT????

Post more soon!!!

 

AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!

NOOOOOOO!!!!

NOT QUI-GON!!!!

~SWEDE

 

*leaps from seat, nearly dumping her poor cat on the floor, and yells* NOOOOO!!!

Ack, no! Not Qui! 'Course, Obi had to have an opportunity to rescue him eventually... But all the same that wasn't the cheeriest note you could have ended on, Cassia.

At least they finally know what's going on. *sigh*

PLEASE RESCUE US FROM OUR VARIOUS POSTURES OF SUSPENSE!!!!

Sarah >^,,^<

 

Not Qui-Gon! He's a master, I can't believe he'd be overtaken! But, just in case... Hurry Obi!

PS: Love the bit of Qui torture

 

By the by, Cassia, I finally read Death of Hope and was able to read Follow You Down. It was great!! It almost made the rotten ending of DoH worth it.

My favorite bit was deffinately the "I'm going to kill him so you can't." part. Also I really liked the idea of Obi being the last thing between his master and the dark side. You did an especially good job at portraying him as Qui's only link to reality, not to mention the light side.

Excelent work!

So do we get some more soon?

Sarah >^,,^<

 

-Hold onto Me-



~~PART NINE:~~


Line after perfect line of troops tramped over the frozen ground to the
waiting transports while dozens more stood guard around the parameter. From
their hiding place, Obi-Wan, Jorr, Calia and the handful of others with them
could not see the main body of their group until a homemade explosive
detonated at the far end of the compound went off, signaling the beginning
of the planned diversion.

"All right, let's go!" Jorr called quietly, as the small group used the
diversion to cover their own entrance to the base. There was no hope in
trying to win by fighting; they were far too out numbered and out-gunned.
Their only hope was to gather as much evidence in their holo-rods as they
could, find Qui-Gon and somehow get out of here with their lives.

Calia tugged on Obi-Wan's sleeve and pointed to a small, sleek craft parked
in the shadow of one of the distant buildings, her face going a shade paler
than it already was.

"My father is here," she whispered simply.

Obi-Wan squeezed her arm. The ache in his wrist was trying to get his
attention again, but he afforded it no notice. They were much too busy.


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


The ex-slaves and Midori's were painfully aware that they were fighting with
their own kind and tried to avoid seriously injuring anyone, but it was not
easy. The brainwashed troops were relentless and they had no fear, walking
straight into waves of blaster fire without a thought, droid-like and
unstoppable.

Erbus grimly traded out his used power-pack as his people were pushed slowly
backward by the waves of soldiers. He hoped that Jorr and his team was
getting what they needed, because he knew they could not hold out for long.


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon's presence somewhere in the compound, but could
not pinpoint it exactly.

//"Master?"// he called out repeatedly, but got no answer. The dead silence
chilled him more than the frosty air.

The pain in his wrist, once a minor nuisance was now growing steadily until
it was impossible to ignore. The young Jedi began to break into a sweat
from the pain. Whatever was wrong with him?! He wondered in irritation,
rubbing his wrist. Whatever it was, Obi-Wan did not let on to the others.

Suddenly several dozen soldiers barred their way. Obi-Wan cursed his arm
for distracting him so much.

The conditioned soldiers did not wait, but opened fire immediately.
Scrambling for cover, Calia, Obi-Wan, Jorr and the others found themselves
pinned down in a bad position. They shot off round after round at the
soldiers to hold them back as they sought the scanty protection of the snow
banks and rif trees.

The tingling of the grip in Obi-Wan's palm told him that his blaster was
running low on power. He was on his last power pack. Rather than abating,
the fire-fight intensified until the tingling became a warning buzz telling
him that he should switch now or be in danger of running out of power within
the next several volleys.

"Obi-Wan," Jorr threw himself over a snow bank, blaster blazing, and rolled
several times until he reached the embankment behind which the Jedi and the
Princess had taken cover. "We'll hold them here, you, Harl, Jaimin and the
princess slid around back and break free," he instructed.

Cocking his head to listen to the sound of the firefight in progress
elsewhere, the older man locked eyes with the younger in deadly earnest.
"You've got to make it Obi-Wan. So far all we have is recordings of
soldiers killing people. We've got to get pictures of the indoctrination
centers themselves or this is no good! We know the truth, but no one else
ever will if it dies with us. Get the final evidence, get other Jedi and
get the heck out of here! Now go!"

Obi-Wan nodded soberly and squeezed Jorr's hand in parting, he understood.
Touching Calia's arm, the Jedi directed her to edge backward, towards where
he could see Jaimin and Harl already creeping away

 

Only one more part left?!?!

It had better be long and up soon!!!! [face_shocked]

LOL on Obi using a dead blaster!

 

No, the post can't be ended there. Qui-Gon better be okay and just facking it or I'm going to have to kill him.
can't wait to read more

 

Come on Obi you can beat Qui long enough to get him back to his old self.

~Swede