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

You'll get the answer tomorrow, Jenny!

Thank you for reading and replying!

 

might be right? that leaves a lot still unanswered!

Typical authoress!

Oh... maybe the Force will help Obi contact Qui-Gon? It seems logical in a very illogical way- Obi-Wan trusts in the Force, and the Force leads him to contacting Qui-Gon.
And suddenly Qui-Gon comes in saving the day!

Nah- that's too simple... Something else is going to happen, I say! *end paranoid*

Right- now that I've taken up room on this thread with my senseless speculations- I shall lay and wait for tomorrows post.

 

You're so paranoid, sheleigh. hehehe I feel powerful!

Well, I'm outta here! If I never had to sleep, I'd read all night long! [face_shocked]

 

You will post more stories on these boards! Ok did the ole Jedi mind trick work? Oh thats right it only works on the weak minded. Blast!

 

I will post more stories on these boards! Uh... what did I just say?!? [face_shocked]

Ok are you satisfied obi_ew?
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Vicious winds, growing in intensity, formed just beyond the horizon. They were just starting to form on the tattered surface of Detti Sikki. Those who had lived their entire lives here knew to stay hidden from the angry nighttime conditions. But outlanders... they had their own ideas.

Obi-Wan found the rugged mountain terrain a challenge to traverse. Nevertheless, he ascended the uneven steep slope, heading towards the higher ground of the mountain range. The sweeping winds tossed his loose cloak violently about. Pulling it tighter around him, he braved the twisting atmospheric conditions, increasing his distance from the city below. Finding a large, smooth, stony surface surrounded on three sides by huge boulders, he knelt down to probe the Force. It was a good place to stay protected from the rising winds. He could possibly stay here all night, if need be.

Settling himself in the rocky niche, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, concentrating on the Force. He calmed his mind, pushing everything from his thoughts. The storm around him seemed to drift slowly away - leaving his consciousness in a sealed vacuum.

Then he reached out, hesitantly at first, to test the power that was only hinted at when he faced the serpentikas creature. A gush of power quickly filled him, knocking him out of his meditation. He took a moment to regain his focus and grasp on the Force. Relaxing, he reached out again, steeling himself for the onslaught of raw Force power that he expected to come.

This time, he did not draw back, but remained firmly attuned to the focusing power. It came quickly, filling him with such intensity that, although his eyes were closed, he saw a bright, white light. He involuntarily gasped, but held himself open to its all-consuming power. As its intensity steadily grew, he felt his consciousness drifting. The white light, the rushing power, seemed to breach his entire being, and he fell unconscious to the stony surface.


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"It looks like he went this way," Crand told Noli. They had been searching all around the palace for signs of where Obi-Wan had fled to. Crand was a man of many talents. Not only was he Noli's pilot and bodyguard, but he also had an interest in weaponry and hunting. So tracking another being was not difficult to the giant man.

Following the trail left by Obi-Wan, Noli and Crand scaled the rocky slope up the mountain. Crand paused periodically, studying the ground, then he would travel on until he needed to study the ground again.

Angry winds whipped up around them, nearly making them lose their footing. Noli grasp onto boulders and small plants to keep herself from falling. Crand charged on ahead - a predator tracking his prey.

Looking ahead, Crand saw a small niche between boulders. A perfect place to hide, the man thought. If that little Jedi was trying to escape from the storm, then that would be the perfect place. "Come on. I think we found him," Crand shouted above the blowing winds. He readied his blaster, preparing for a struggle.

At the entrance to the niche, Noli and Crand paused, letting their eyes adjust to the darker light within.

"Are you looking for me?" asked a calm voice, just as the two interlopers' eyes focused on the subject of their search. He was standing, facing them, his arms relaxed at his sides.

Noli stepped further into the niche, toward Obi-Wan. "Why did you run off like that? The storm winds are dangerous out here," she admonished.

"I'm not playing your little game anymore," Obi-Wan informed them. "And we're going to leave here now," he said confidently.

"What are you talking about, Cailean?" Noli frowned. She took another step closer to the young Jedi. Crand remained at the door to the rocky niche, his blaster ready, but hidden from Obi-Wan's view.

"Don't call me Cailean. You know that's not my name," Obi-Wan replied calmly. "And I don't know why you've played out this cha

 

YES, Qui-Gon,just where are you?

Obi needs rescuing like right now!!

You are so prompt with your posts, its hard to keep up, but don't stop.

I love having something to read everyday.


PEACE ewen

 

Thanks for reading, ewen!

There's only 2 posts left now, I think. I'll have those up over the next 2 days.

 

Yes I am very happy! do you want to play rough he asks! I WISH!

 

Darn you Qui-Gon! You really need to work on your timing!

Obi got his memories back!! Yes!!!
As for Noli- may she suffer and die! I dislike her immensely! But I think Obi-Wan will come through- either that or Qui-Gon will be of some assistance to his Padawan.

He'd better.

Yes, I'm being paranoid again! EEP!

 

Looks like things are going beautifully here Cas

So glad that others are getting to enjoy his wonderful fic of yours.

I can't help but feel a little powerful here myself since i know how it all turns out, that is

By the way, how is the next post for Remnants coming along?

 

Glad you like some of the dialogue, obi_ew!

And I'm glad you dislike Noli, sheleigh! You will find out more tomorrow. Just stay paranoid at least til then, k?

shan - Uh... you would ask that, wouldn't you. j/k, I don't mind. It's about three-quarters finished. I'm trying to not rush it out like I did Miles To Go. I've noticed things turn out better when I actually plan what I'm going to write first instead of stupidly letting most of it come to me as I write. So... I can't say exactly when it'll be done, but it'll be worth the read, I hope. Thanks for asking.

 

Q_U_I_G_O_N


W_H_E_R_E_


A_R_E


Y_O_U!!!!!

 

Thank you for UPing, Jenny!


~CHAPTER 8 - RESOLUTION~



Staring out the front viewport, Obi-Wan saw the legion of Warisellan soldiers, all heavily armed, surrounding the ship. Crand had landed the Hrudian transport at the main military spaceport on Warisell. It looked hopeless, Obi-Wan thought. He could try to fight his way out - although he would likely be killed or injured very badly. Even if he were able to escape the soldiers, what then? Where could he go? He would probably be hunted down. He could try to use Noli or Crand as a hostage. But again, where could he go? The whole planet would be after him. He would willingly give his life as a Jedi, but he would not if it served no purpose, nor helped anyone else. Doing anything but surrendering now would only be suicide, he reasoned. And his own sense of self-preservation kept him from trying anything too desperate. He had tried to contact Qui-Gon several times before through their bond, without success. He was not sure where he was, but it was far enough away from Qui-Gon that the connection could not reach him. He could sense him through the Force, but that was all.

"Come on, little padawan," Noli sneered. "Your fans are waiting." She held out her hand towards the blaster in Obi-Wan's hand.

Hesitating, Obi-Wan quickly considered his decision again. Then he reluctantly handed her the weapon. Crand roughly pushed him when he did not immediately follow Noli out.

Out in the bright mid-day light, the three new arrivals stopped in the midst of the Warisellan legion. The scaly, blue Warisellan soldiers approached them, weapons readied.

"This one's the Jedi," Noli announced loudly, as she pointed to Obi-Wan. Then she and Crand walked through the soldiers, who cleared a path for them.

Surrounded, Obi-Wan tried not to flinch when one guard snapped a Force-inhibiting collar around his neck. Then, as he was quickly escorted in the direction Noli had disappeared in, he wondered what they had in store for him. As far as he knew, Noli was finished with him. Her goal was accomplished. So, what would happen to him now?

After a short walk, Obi-Wan was pushed in a speeder and whisked away to a large building - the Governor's mansion, Obi-Wan learned. On the way there, he noticed how barren and poor the landscape of Warisell appeared. Although he had never been to this planet before, he guessed that this was a poverty-stricken planet - or very nearly there.

Before entering the house, his wrists were restrained in front of him by a set of binders. Then a small squad of soldiers led him in the mansion.

Sparsely furnished, the Governor's mansion confirmed the padawan's suspicions that Warisell was in economic trouble. There were a few once-expensive pieces of furniture and art, but they were decrepit. Even the mansion itself showed signs of neglect.

The guards stopped in front of a door, keying in a code. When the door opened, Obi-Wan was taken into the Governor's personal study. Bookshelves filled with decaying books lined the walls, and a small desk sat in the corner. Seated behind the desk was a tall Warisellan. His short snout wrinkled at the appearance of the Jedi prisoner.

"We have made a deal with Miss Cordone," the Warisellan governor plainly stated, his red eyes steady. "You will be sold, and the profits will be split between our government and Lanovir."

Obi-Wan's heart sank. He would rather be kept prisoner here than be sold as a slave. However, he had no choice in the matter.

"We will make a holo of you to send to an acquaintance of mine to see if he is interested. He owns a vineyard and is always in need of field workers," the Governor continued. "If he is not, then we will look for another buyer. A Jedi is sometimes a hard thing to sell," he said like he knew from experience. "Some don't want to live with the fear of what a Jedi can do. Others take it as a challenge. I believe my friend will be pleased to buy a Jedi... but the decision is his." He nodded to someone behind Obi-Wan.

One of the soldiers came befor

 

UP!!!

 

UP?

 

Sorry! Only one thing kept coming back to haunt me after reading this post. Obi-Wan as my own personal slave! Wouldn't we all love to have that mowing our lawn and doing our laundry?

 

Wouldn't we all love to have that mowing our lawn and doing our laundry?

Oh, it would be nice, wouldn't it? But not as a slave, I would hope! [face_shocked]

 

Ohh... good, Noli's dead. Now- this qould definitely be a good time for Qui-Gon to rescue Obi. Soon. Eep! *still paranoid*

I'm still convinced something is going to happen!

Excellent, as always, Cas!

lol, obi_ew!

 

Ding, dong, the witch is dead! Lol, sheleigh, glad you like it!

Stay paranoid until tomorrow, ok? It'll be the end of this fic, but it's one of my favorite parts.

I can't post the other fic I'm working on here at TFN, but whenever I get another one ready enough to post, I'll post it here. But I don't know when that'll be. Might be awhile.

Thanks for always reading and replying!

 

** watches quigon and obiwan both throw temper tantrums, then they both suck there thumbs and say more post now or we cry***

 

Here's more, Jenny!

Thanks everyone for reading!
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Row after row of Creffer vines ran on for acres. The deep-green leafed flora sprouted small, tart citrine-colored berries, which were used to make cazher wine - an expensive commodity in the Republic. Harvested year around, the fruit was easy to collect, but nevertheless a very tedious job - and not one that any cazher mogul would submit himself to. That job was reserved for field workers - or in some cases, slaves. There was no danger in the labor, except for the tiny thorns that dotted the stems. It was a painstaking job for anyone, even more so for those who wanted to save their skin from endless cuts and scratches.

This particular vineyard employed almost entirely slaves. There were a few overseers who were free, but the majority were in servitude. The overseers periodically checked the rows to insure that the slaves did not waste time. Most were never guilty of such a crime, but those that were fell subject to the guards stationed there. Punishments were not handed out without clearly breaking the rules. The slaves who were found guilty of a crime paid harshly, but rarely suffered death.

The slave-master here was an average-sized human, with dark hair and penetrating eyes. He dealt shrewdly with his slaves, never letting them see in him any weakness or compassion. And he had an air of authority that even his guards jumped at.

A tall guard strolled through the vast vineyard, glancing down each row. Spying a young man midway down a row, the guard turned and stopped just behind the kneeling figure. "Get up, the master wants to see you," said the guard casually.

Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder to the tall man standing over him. Slowly he stood, trying to prevent his back from burning. Last night he had attempted to escape from the estate, only to be surprised that remote sensors were spaced periodically throughout the entire surrounding land and house. The course brown cloth of his simple tunic did little to prevent more pain to his whip-striped back. Wincing, the young man wiped his dirty hands on his pants legs, trying to clean himself up as much as he could. The master did not like to see his slaves unless they were well bathed.

After a week here, Obi-Wan was beginning to wonder if he would truly live out the rest of his life here. Was Noli right? He tried to not think about that possibility too much, but he didn't want to hold false hope either. Gingerly, he followed the guard to the estate house where the slave-master resided. What could the man want with him, Obi-Wan wondered? It was a little frightening not knowing. And with his Force ability cut off by the inhibiting collar, he had difficulty controlling his fear. The closer he got to the house, the more nervous he felt. He didn't think that the man would beat him for no reason, but he had only been here a week, so he could not be sure.

After climbing the steps to the front door, Obi-Wan was pulled by the guard through the parlor room and into the master's study. Immediately the young man's eyes fell on a tall, serene figure with long hair and beard. Obi-Wan tried to hide his recognition, as the tall man was not dressed in his Jedi robes - obviously undercover so as to not betray any Republic affiliation, which would only stir up contempt from slaveholders. As both the eyes of the slave-master and Obi-Wan's Jedi master rested on him, his anxiety mixed with relief. He diverted his eyes back to the floor - where proper slaves were supposed to look - although he found it difficult to not stare at Qui-Gon. After all, it had been a long time since he had been in his presence.

"You see," the slave-master said. "He is a fine slave, but I feel that he keeps his defiance hidden until he finds a way to try an escape. I wanted a Force-sensitive because I'd never had one before. He's not much different than a regular slave if you keep the collar on him. Only," he paused, considering, "the fact that he was a Jedi apprentice makes him a little more decept

 

Your done! I hope your little fingers are busy writing another story! Well at least Qui did something right for a change! Hum I wonder how much we'd be willing to pay for Ewan?

 

I'm currently posting a story at FFN called Remnants in the Mind, which is much better written than this. But I probably can't post it here because of the references and insinuations of rape.

Don't know if I'll post anything else here until that's completed, which could be a few months, maybe.

Thank you for always reading and replying, obi_ew!

 

Awww... it ended!!


But what an ending it was. Cas that was wonderful! Everything about it was simply marvelous!

It was nice to see the interaction between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan at the end... the anticipation, and paranoia was well worth it!

I hope you continue to post here.

And a new chapter of Remnants of Mind would be nice. *hint hint*

Again, wonderful!

 

Liked the ending very much.

I also like your one FFnet story but I agree,we need a post now that this one is over.

PEACEewen