Passage of Fear - Obi/Qui Drama - COMPLETE-8/16/02

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  1. Larkonna Jedi Knight

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    His condition isn't reversible? Why do they want Obi-Wan? I can hardly wait to read the next post.
  2. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    obi_ew - ok, I'll hurry! ;)

    Larkonna - Why do they want Obi-Wan? Keep reading!

    Thanks everyone for reading! :)
  3. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    I'll be gone most of the day tomorrow, so I won't update, but I'll post the next part on Monday.

    I know this isn't the best written thing in the world. It was only the third story I'd ever finished. But my current fic, Remnants in the Mind, at FFN is much, much better written (shameless plug :D), and is probably the best thing I've ever written (either that or Silent Shattering. Blame it on the plot bunnies that I can't post them here. :()

    And BTW, if you search for it at FFN, it says there's only three chapters, but there's actually four. Don't ask me why, other than it's FFN.

    Thank you all for reading. I'll see you guys on Monday. :)
  4. ewen Jedi Master

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    If Qui becomes tired of comforting Obi,I think I know a few here that would be willing to help him.

    Waiting for another post on Monday.

    Whatever you are doing tomorrow I hope it is fun and you have alot of it.

    PEACE ewen
  5. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    If Qui becomes tired of comforting Obi,I think I know a few here that would be willing to help him.

    Can't argue with you there, ewen. [face_love]


    Whatever you are doing tomorrow I hope it is fun and you have alot of it.

    The fact that I have to get up earlier than I'm used to, is not conducive to fun for me, but I'll try to have fun the rest of the day after I finally wake up. [face_laugh]
  6. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    Ok, I'm back. This part's a little short, but tomorrow's will be longer.



    ~CHAPTER 3 - FADING~



    The tiny room they had taken Obi-Wan to looked like every other hospital room. The Nuplass Medical Research Center was mostly a place of intense study - for developing new cures and procedures - rather than a patient center. But there were a few rooms set aside for those who were directed here, usually by other healers. Is this how the rest of my life will be? he wondered. He was alone in the room except for Qui-Gon, who was busy inspecting the hanging wall art. They always put some stupid picture up to make you forget why you're here, he thought, exasperated.

    "What are you doing, Master?" the young Jedi blurted out, sounding rude even to his own ears.

    Qui-Gon turned around slowly, eyeing the young man seated on the patient bed. "Would you like to talk, padawan?" he asked, as he sat in a chair beside the bed where the young man sat. He knew this was all getting to Obi-Wan. After coming this far to see a specialist, and then have to wait entirely too long in a tiny room to find out whether they can help you or not was not a halcyon situation.

    "No, Master. I don't want to talk." Obi-Wan's patience was gone. "And I don't want to be here. Can we go home, Master. I don't think they can do anything. Look," he gestured towards the door, his brow furrowed, "they don't even want to see me," he argued. "We've been here longer than it takes an acridiff to give birth."

    Chuckling, Qui-Gon leaned fully back in the chair. "Obi-Wan. I think you need to relax," he glanced at the young Jedi - who still wore a frown. "We will stay here until I've decided to leave."

    A vacuum of silence filled the room. Obi-Wan continued his angry stare at his master, until he felt another headache. Covering his face with his hands, the young Jedi tried to ignore the pain. It did not last long, but the pain of knowing what was happening lingered.

    "Master," Obi-Wan whispered.

    Standing, Qui-Gon rested his hands on the young Jedi's shoulders. "Obi-Wan, we will see what the researcher has to say. Then... if you still want to go home, we will. Is that alright, padawan?"

    Leaning into Qui-Gon's chest, Obi-Wan nodded.


    ~~~


    Master Yoda sat in a chair in the living area of Mace Windu's quarters. The wise, old little master tapped his gimer stick methodically on the edge of the seat cushion. Mace sat across from him, relaxing on a plush sofa with a mug of ardees in his hand.

    "They found the data-terminal where the Temple's records were broken into - Kenobi's file in particular. But how could someone have gotten into the healer's ward so easily... without being noticed and tampered with prescriptions in the pharmacy?" Mace questioned out loud.

    "Not known yet, is that," Yoda said, resting his chin on the top of his stick. "But, gone are they now. Known, that much is."

    "And... why would they do something like this? There has to be some good reason they would cause this to happen to Kenobi. I don't think it was some sort of revenge thing. I think there's more to this than we know."

    "Revenge, it was not. A plan, have they. In danger, young Kenobi is," the little master closed his big eyes in concentration. The Force surged around them, causing Mace to still himself as the waves came in an onslaught. Then, it was gone as quickly as it came.

    "You know something," Mace stated.

    "Seen that his future is threatened, I have. Understand it, I do not," Yoda said sadly.


    ~~~


    "Well, let's see what we can do," Researcher Dubelt said, as he walked into the tiny patient room. He stopped next to the bed, automatically checking Obi-Wan's wrist for a heart rate. Dubelt was an average-sized man, around seventy years of age, but still in healthy form.

    The young Jedi sighed heavily. He was so tired of being examined. Gazing at the ceiling, he tried to ignore the researcher's ministrations.

    "Now, did you bring Healer J'Reedon's test results?" he turned, asking Qui-Gon.

    "Yes, I have them right he
  7. ewen Jedi Master

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    What can I say.


    I love Q/O interaction and you *do it" so well.


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    PEACE ewen
  8. Jenny_The_Jedi_Girl Jedi Master

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  9. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    Thank you, ewen and Jenny. [face_blush]

  10. obi_ew Force Ghost

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    :p Everybody is always after poor ole' Obi!
  11. Cascadia Jedi Master

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  12. Cascadia Jedi Master

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  13. ewen Jedi Master

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    Here's an UP for you.

    PEACE ewen
  14. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    The Quarter Moon hostel was located in the old part of Jata. The buildings in that section all had the same type of architecture - from before the massive influx of cultures. Smooth, dark stone walls - capped by finely crafted domes and minarets - stood side by side, squeezed together, using as much space as possible for living. Although this section of Jata was the oldest part, it had not run down. It appeared bustling with activity.

    Just about a block from the Quarter Moon, Entertainment District began. It was a strange shift in appearance from Old Town Jata. There, everything was bright, flashing, and loud. Huge signs beckoned passers-by to taste of its favors - food, gambling, and everything else. That was where the worst trouble could be found.

    Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon into the hostel - Zaritus trailing behind. It was a fine establishment - elegantly decorated with antique furnishings from the most respected designers. Even the wide corridors displayed hanging tapestries and plush sofas and chairs. Obi-Wan marveled at its refinement.

    "Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon motioned the young Jedi into the suite. Obi-Wan absently entered the room, stopping just inside the door - his eyes tightly shut, pain evident on his face.

    "Master, I don't feel well. I wish this was all just a bad dream," Obi-Wan said, his eyes still closed.

    Taking his padawan's travel bag from his hand, Qui-Gon moved further into the room, placing their luggage near a dresser. Then, he gently pulled Obi-Wan into a side room and sat him down on a large, wooden antique bed that creaked as he sat on it.

    "Master, I don't want to go to bed," the young Jedi's eyes pleaded. "Please, Master."

    Looking into his padawan's eyes made Qui-Gon's heart break. How could this be happening to his apprentice... to Obi-Wan? He sighed, knowing he would give in to the young man he considered his son. "Alright, Obi-Wan. You don't have to. What do you want to do?"

    The young Jedi smiled. Recalling that he had not seen Obi-Wan smile since before this nightmare started, Qui-Gon could not help but smile himself. Obi-Wan's blue eyes seemed to light up, instantly cheering the Jedi master with Obi-Wan's sudden joy.

    "Master," Obi-Wan said, "I want to go see what Jata is like. It looks so interesting, Master." Now the young man was interested in seeing the sights. Subconsciously he was trying to escape the reality of his illness. If he could cram his life with as many experiences as possible, then he would not think of his dismal future.

    Qui-Gon felt a slight twitch from the Force. This did not seem like a good idea. Most of Qui-Gon's previous experiences here were not pleasant. "Obi-Wan, I'm not sure that is such a good idea," he stopped just as the young Jedi's face grew somber.

    Obi-Wan dropped his gaze to the floor. He was afraid that this was his last opportunity to have any fun before.... He tried not to think of it. It was much too overwhelming. A flood of fear and doubt of the future swept through him. Shivering from the mere thought of that, he turned away from Qui-Gon.

    "Obi-Wan," the Jedi master appealed. "This is not a nice place. There are a lot of terrible things that happen here."

    "I'm a Jedi, Master," the young Jedi spat. "I'm not a little child anymore. I'm almost..." he paused, unable to recall his age. "I can take care of myself," he softly insisted.

    "Obi-Wan, what about..." he trailed off, not knowing whether to bring it up or not - although they both knew what was on both of their minds.

    "I know," Obi-Wan whispered. "But that doesn't mean I have to quit living, does it?"

    Qui-Gon sighed, knowing he would give in to Obi-Wan again. He loved the young man as a son, but that also meant that he had a responsibility to him. If he gave in to everything the young Jedi wanted, then what kind of master - or father - would he be. And the Force seemed to be sending him a warning, as well. Perhaps if he kept a close eye on Obi-Wan, then everything would be fine. Maybe....

    Obi-Wan stared at the carpet, noticing for the first time that it was
  15. Cascadia Jedi Master

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  16. obi_ew Force Ghost

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    :eek: Oh no Obi roaming the streets! Methinks me sense trouble! :p
  17. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    Methinks you're right, obi_ew. [face_devil]
  18. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    Four shadows crept through Jata's darkening streets, ignoring any passers-by. They had a purpose, and their determination bled through their ambulation. More than one party took extra care in avoiding their path. Dressed in dark clothes, the four moved like cacodemons bent to take their prey. One unfortunate soul accidentally bumped into one of them, earning a swift slash by a creese-dagger. Wounded, the poor man staggered away, leaving a trail of blood.

    Rounding a corner they stopped, spying a figure coming near. The newest curmudgeon cautiously slowed its pace, coming to a halt a few feet from the foursome.

    "Where is he?" gruffly asked the tallest of the group.

    "There," the newest addition said, pointing toward a small establishment, his hand shaking, "in the restaurant." He lowered his voice. "There are two others with him. He will be difficult to take."

    "We will take him," the first speaker pressed. "Or we will die trying."

    "Wait," one of them with a bass voice interrupted. "Look, he is coming out to us," a smile evident from his voice.

    The five conspirators watched skeptically as the object of their conversation wandered hesitantly into the street, glancing about nervously.

    Obi-Wan was in such a state of confusion that he did not think to call for Qui-Gon. He simply drifted aimlessly across the street and down another sidewalk. Noting a greasy smell in the air, he realized that he was hungry - for he had not eaten yet, and did not recall that Qui-Gon and Zaritus waited for him in Tchero's.

    A small crowd trickled from one particular eatery, leaving in a rush of sound and motion. Disappearing down the street, the patrons were gone from sight before Obi-Wan stopped in front of the place. He looked the place over, searching for any sign of possible danger. He kept up a guard around himself - sending out Force tendrils periodically, sensing if peril crept near.

    The little eatery, called Tracer's, looked safe enough to the young Jedi. There were small tables, booths, and a slick bar. The overall appearance was innocence and youth. He walked slowly inside, stopping to scan the room. The place was about a third full - the guests mostly young.

    Sliding in a booth seat, Obi-Wan sat so he could see the exit. A small alien of a race he could not identify stopped beside the booth. "What do you want?" a soft voice asked.

    "What do you have?" the young Jedi asked.

    The waitress handed him a small menu, which Obi-Wan noticed he could not read. Panic erupted in his mind. He recognized some of the Aurebesh characters, so he should understand it, but he did not.

    "I'll have this one," he pointed to an item on the menu, hoping it was something he would like. "And, I want," he pointed to the beverage that a patron in the next booth had, "that to drink." The waitress nodded and left. Just how much had he forgotten already? If he couldn't read, then what else?

    An eruption of laughter interrupted his musings. Glancing around the room, Obi-Wan saw a young couple laughing at a table near the wall. Overall, the eatery was quiet, except for an occasional outbreak of laughter from that young couple. Still, he kept up his guard.

    The waitress deposited the drink and food on the table and left. The food he ordered was some kind of sandwich. Sifting through its contents, he decided it was safe enough to eat - although he didn't recognize the meat. When he was nearly finished eating, a sudden ache rose near the back of his head. It was gone as quickly as it came, but left behind a lingering haze in his thoughts. His heart pounding, he jumped up from the booth, moving towards the exit.

    "Hey," the waitress' voice said sharply, "you going to pay or not?"

    Hesitantly, Obi-Wan pulled some credits from his pocket and held them out to her. She scowled at the proffered daktaries. Adding more to the ones in his palm, the young Jedi extended his hand to her again. Regarding him warily, the waitress grabbed the credits and walked away.

    Obi-Wan tramped out onto the sidewalk. Surveying the street, he tried to
  19. obi_ew Force Ghost

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    I liked it at the other place and I like it here! :D
  20. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    Thank you obi_ew! I guess everybody who wanted to read it, read it over there at FFN. Thank you for reading it again! I'm sure there must be some lurkers out there. :D
  21. sheleigh Jedi Master

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    Whoo... caught up again! :D

    Obi-Wan... wandering the streets with a virus that causes him to loose his memory? Aww... poor Obi... without a break again!

    Excellent as always Cas! :)
  22. Cascadia Jedi Master

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    Welcome back, sheleigh! I knew you were gone a few days. Good to see you back! :D Thanks for reading!
  23. Cascadia Jedi Master

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  25. ewen Jedi Master

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    Poor Obi.

    He is having a bad time of it.

    Qui should be watching the boy better.

    As for being slow it does not seem "slow".

    I always like long Q/O stories.

    Thanx for being prompt with your post.

    Sometimes I can be impatient when I am waiting to find out what happens next.

    PEACE ewen
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