Title:Nothing Going Right Authorurple-lightsaber Genrerama with a happy ending Characters:Mostly Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon Noteslease post a comment! Obi-Wan Kenobi slumped against the grungy brick wall, heart pounding, breath coming out short,raspy, and painful. The cold rain beat down upon him mercilessly, mixing in with his sweat. Gone. They were all gone, all his fault. Everything always his fault. Bleary eyed he looked past the alley, down the hill to the smoldering rubble of a battle stricken town miles away. Dead. All the people dead. His fault. Always his fault. With what was his last hope, he reached out with the Force trying to summon any survivors, to detect any presence of life at all. Nothing. There was a loud clap of thunder, followed by a blazing streak of branched green lightning. Surely, Obi-Wan told himself, there had to be someone left alive. There was always the possibility that he just was not intune with the Force to sense their presence. With this thought, he managed to pick himself up off the ground and reach for his lightsaber. He would have to go back down to the site of the carnage if he wanted to find anyone. He activated the switch on his lightsaber. Nothing. It was dead. With a cry, of frustration, Obi-Wan threw the weapon against the wall hearing it make contact with a crack. Anger seething through him he turned around kicked the wall behind him twice, then rested his head on it. His lightsaber was dead, just like all the people on Baalon 4. Obi-Wan blinked back tears of frustration and anger. Throwing a pity party for himself was not going to accomplish anything, but at that very moment he wanted nothing more than to curl up into a little ball and hide his shame. All those people, dead. He hadn't been able to save a single one, not one. Head bowed Obi-Wan slowly turned from the wall and began walking down the alley. What was done was done. No matter how hard he tried or how much he wished, he couldn't fix the planet. All he could do was meet Qui-Gon at the roundaevu point so that they could keep this fate from happening to other worlds as well. How much time had past Obi-Wan was not certain of. Everywhere he went seemed the same, a burning pile of rubble and ashes where a thriving city once had lived. He knew he must hurry to get to Qui-Gon, but he could not help but drag his feet, the site was just so overwhelming and miserable. A pile of ruins lay before him. Obi-Wan began his climb,stopping at once upon hearing an odd noise. He heard it a second time and instantly recognized it. A baby's cry. Frantically, Obi-Wan sifted through the rubbage pile, pulling away pieces of charred building materials and decaying flesh. It took what seemed like an eternity, but at last Obi-Wan came upon a small burgandy bundle covered in dust. Holding his breath, he pulled back the fabric. A round faced blue baby stared up at him,wailing loudly, but unijured. Obi-Wan heald the infant tightly to his chest, tears of joy streaming down his face as he made his way to Qui-Gon. Continue, yes, no?