Runaway Train (JA fic by CASSIA)

Hello everyone! Just wanted to post a fic for a good friend of mine called Cassia. She is really a talented writer, you may already have seen some of her work already.

I am just posting this for her, I am nor ever was part of writng this fiction.

Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

You can feedback here (and she will read them) or you can mail her directly at Cassia_a@hotmail.com


Kim B

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Title: Runaway Train
By: Cassia
Email: cassia_a@hotmail.com
Category: Song-fic, Drama, Adventure, H/C, Angst
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Don't think so.
Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the
exclusive property of George Lucas. Bant Eerin and Siri may belong to Dave
Wolverton, or Jude Watson, or Scholastics... but then we all know that.
All others belong to me.
I have no official permission to use these characters, and
if you think anyone would pay me to come up with this nonsense, you're worse
off than I am.
The song "Runaway Train" whose lyrics I use belongs to Soul Asylum and I'm
not getting paid for using that either.
Feedback: Yes Please!
Archive: Early Years, Jedi Apprentice and anyone I've given permission to
for previous stories. Others please ask.
Time Frame: 8 years before TMP. Obi-Wan is 17.

Summary: A terrible attack separates and injures Master and Padawan.
Qui-Gon is shuttled to safety, but Obi-Wan is left behind. Things go very
wrong, leaving Obi-Wan with scars that not even Qui-Gon seems able to heal.

Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.



-Runaway Train-



PART ONE:

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Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
----

*Beep-beep*, *Beep-beep*, *Beep-beep*...

Groggily, Bant Eerin patted around next to her bed for the offending alarm
chrono. After a moment, her sleepy brain realized that it was not her wake
up chime, but her comlink that had dragged her from her dreams. Glancing at
the chrono, which Bant could now remember was on the table across the room
(where Master Daria had put it so that the padawan would not just hit the
sleep button and doze off again as she had accrued a habit of doing) the
Calamarian yawned in irritation. Who in the world would be calling her at
this unheard-of hour of the night?

Dragging herself out of bed, the fifteen-year-old Jedi apprentice fumbled
about in the dark for her comlink.

"Padawan Eerin," she answered, trying to keep her voice from sounding too
sleepy.

"Bant?" the voice on the other end was soft, sad, lost...

The last remnants of drowsiness fled from Bant's brain like mist fleeing
before the dawn and she was suddenly very alert.

"Obi-Wan? Obi-Wan where are you? Everyone's looking for you! Master
Jinn's been worried to death, we all thought you were-"

"Dead," Obi-Wan finished for his friend. "I know. Listen to me Bant,
please," the young Jedi's voice was strained and Bant thought it sounded
like he hadn't slept in days. "They've got to go on thinking that I'm dead,
they can't know, all right?"

"What?!" Bant was incredulous. "Obi, your Master-"

"Will understand," Obi-Wan said, wishing he could believe that. "Please
Bant, I'm running out of time. I need your help, but you've got to promise
me that you won't tell anyone about this!" Obi-Wan pleaded with his friend.

"I-I can't do that Obi!" Bant was tortured. "But I want to help you, please
Obi, let me help you!"

Obi-Wan sighed. Bant didn't understand, how could she? How could anyone...

"Obi? Obi-Wan are you still there?" Bant's worried voice brought him back
from his hopeless reverie.

"Shh, I'm here," he hushed her. "I need you to tap into the Temple files
and find the record of a student named Marc Valar, then transmit it to my
'link," he instructed.

"Okay," Bant agreed, switching her data pad on and up-linking it to the
Temple network port in the corner of her roo

 

One thing I forgot to mention.

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(not the writer)

 

OH MY GOSH! The plot thickens watson!

 

oh, thank you for posting another Cassia story!!! I love these!!

and what a great way to start off, with a cliffhanger like that!

can't wait for more!

 

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Here is part 2

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Title: Runaway Train
By: Cassia
Email: cassia_a@hotmail.com
Category: Song-fic, Drama, Adventure, H/C, Angst
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Don't think so.
Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the
exclusive property of George Lucas. Bant Eerin and Siri may belong to
Dave
Wolverton, or Jude Watson, or Scholastics... but then we all know that.
All
others belong to me.
I have no official permission to use these characters, and
if you think anyone would pay me to come up with this nonsense, you're
worse
off than I am.
The song "Runaway Train" whose lyrics I use belongs to Soul Asylum and
I'm
not getting paid for using that either.
Feedback: Yes Please!
Archive: Early Years, Jedi Apprentice and anyone I've given permission
to
for previous stories. Others please ask.
Time Frame: 8 years before TMP. Obi-Wan is 17.

Summary: A terrible attack separates and injures Master and Padawan.
Qui-Gon is shuttled to safety, but Obi-Wan is left behind. Things go
very
wrong, leaving Obi-Wan with scars that not even Qui-Gon seems able to
heal.

Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.



-Runaway Train-






PART TWO:





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So tired that I couldn't even sleep


So many secrets I couldn't keep


Promised myself I wouldn't weep

One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep there's no way out

----


Obi-Wan leaned against the cold stone wall at his back and pushed down
the
throbbing headache that was working on him as he reviewed the
information
Bant sent. Compressing it onto two tiny data chips, Obi-Wan hid one
inside
the thin, sleeveless shirt that he was almost wearing and slid another
into
a crack in the wall behind him. Even if they got him, Yanni would know
where to look.

The young Jedi closed his eyes for a moment. He was so tired, yet he
couldn't sleep. How had this all gone so wrong?

It had started out so innocently, with a simple mission to a troubled
planet... but look where it had landed him now. Obi-Wan had not slept
in
almost a week and could not remember the last time he had eaten
anything.

Sitting in an icy sewer with dozens of soldiers combing the streets for
him,
the seventeen-year-old was beginning to feel at the end of his rope.

The Lao Tlur had seized power so much faster than anyone had thought
possible... even the Jedi had been caught when the trap snapped closed.

Obi-Wan remembered Bant's words: *"Master Jinn's been worried to
death..."*
Oddly enough those words gave him more comfort than anything could
have,
because it meant that Qui-Gon was still alive to worry about him, and
back
on Coruscant no less.

The apprentice was glad that somehow, his Master had managed to escape
the
death trap that Li Sao had become. For the past three weeks, Obi-Wan
had
thought him dead; killed in the blast that wiped out the other Republic
representatives and had very nearly claimed Obi-Wan's life as well.

Yanni and the other underground workers were the only reason that the
young
Jedi had survived, and not fallen into the hands of the ruthless Lao.
They
had been very kind to him; hiding and protecting the young Jedi like
one of
their own. Rations were extremely short, but even if all they had to
share
was stale water and tubers, they gave it willingly.

After destroying the Republic embassy, murdering the ambassadors and
declaring themselves a sovereign presence, the Lao Tlur shut down all
interstellar travel, forbidding off-planet flight and trapping the
injured
padawan on a planet where he had just become a number one enemy of the
new
government.

Naturally, Obi-Wan fell in with the resistance movement. Yanni and her
friends nursed him back to health, and after everything they had done
for
h

 

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Awww! Poor Obi! And poor Qui-Gon! I can't wait to find out what happens next. More soon, please!

 

Don't leave me there! Please! I need more!

 

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-Runaway Train-


PART THREE:


"He must still be on Li Sao," Qui-Gon said without a doubt.

"There is no way that he could have gotten out," Mace Windu concurred,
making this one of the rare cases where the two Masters actually agreed
on
something. "The ship that brought you out was the last one to escape
before
the Lao Tlur cut Li Sao off from the rest of the galaxy."

Qui-Gon felt a stab of guilt. True, he had been unconscious at the
time and
in serious condition, but he still could not get over having left his
Padawan behind. He had never believed that Obi-Wan was dead, but
finding
out that he was indeed alive was a bit of a shock.

Adi Gallia laid a gentle hand on Qui-Gon's shoulder as if feeling his
thoughts. "It wasn't your fault Qui-Gon," she whispered quietly, for
his
ears only.

Qui-Gon clipped a nod that said he knew, but it didn't help.

"But why ask for records...? Bant, are you sure he didn't tell you
anything
else?" Siri, Adi's Padawan pressed the Calamarian girl.

Bant shook her head sadly. "I told you everything he said. He
wouldn't
tell me anything; I got the feeling he didn't have time. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Qui-Gon assured. "You did well in coming to us Bant."

Master Yoda humphed softly and all eyes turned to him. "Valar's file
he
wanted? Perhaps a key to this it holds. Remember Valar I do," the
little
green being shook his head gravely. "One of the few who turned to the
dark
side, after a Master they were. Iotarian was he and strong with his
mind.
Foresee the future was his gift, always it seems he could tell where
and
when, happen things would. Partially natural to his species these
traits
are, aided by the Force, he was very powerful. Perhaps too powerful.
The
greater the skill, the greater the danger..." Yoda sighed.
"Unknown what became of him, it was..."

"Until now," Qui-Gon finished for him, the pieces snapping into place.
Of
course, that explained the way the Lao had been able to predict
everyone,
even the Jedi, so well and act so accurately...

Yoda nodded.

"Master, with permission?" Qui-Gon inquired urgently.

Yoda nodded again. "Interfere with planet we cannot, but if Marc Valar
is
behind all this, then a Jedi matter it has become, not dictated by the
Senate. He is our responsibility, as is young Kenobi. Assign several
to
this mission, we shall."

TBC

 

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Kim B

 

Aaaaaaah!!!!! You can't leave us THERE!!!! I am dying over here!!!!! Please, More!!!!!!!

 

You can't stop there! What happened to Obi!?

Post soon!!!

 

*Runs into the thread panting* Ahhh! I went to bed too soon! I just read that last post, and it was great! More please?

 

Here is the next part. More coming tonight.....



PART FOUR:

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So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep...
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Obi-Wan hung, half conscious, from the prison wall. Since they had
found
the data chip in his pocket, they had beaten him unmercifully. The
pain all
blended into one now as the questions turned into a blur...

A tall man with dark brown hair and jet black eyes strode into the
room.

"Jedi," Marc Valar breathed with a sneer. Clamping one hand on
Obi-Wan's
forehead, he grinned evilly.

For a moment, Obi-Wan felt disorientated and ill as the world blurred
around
him. Then the room came back into focus only Marc was no longer there.

The door scraped open and Yanni was dragged into the cell; Obi-Wan's
heart
wrenched. This was it then. The Lao Tlur had won.

They were asking him questions again, but Obi-Wan wouldn't answer, they
could kill him, he wouldn't answer...

Then they started on Yanni...

Obi-Wan's breath caught painfully as they wrenched scream after scream
from
his friend. His head whirled dizzily. The resistance was dead, what
did it
really matter anymore anyway? There was no one left to betray.

"Stop! Stop it!" Obi-Wan said, his voice thick with pain. "Leave her
alone, I'll tell you what you want to know..."

When they had all they wanted to know out of him, the Lao smiled
wickedly.
"Thanks kid, you've been a real help to us," they said. Turning, one
put a
shot right through Yanni's chest.

"Noo!" Obi-Wan screamed in horror, he couldn't believe this! "I told
you
what you wanted," he cried.

"Yeah, which makes you useful, but not her," the men laughed and left
him,
dragging Yanni's body out with them.

"Yanni," Obi-Wan whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks.

The Dark Jedi grinned as tears slid from beneath the young Padawan's
closed
eyelids. Using the natural ability of his species, coupled with his
Force
power and Jedi training, Valar forced the horrible images upon
Obi-Wan's
mind, knowing it was just as real to the boy as if it were truly
happening.
He had long ago found this one of the best methods of questioning. It
was
harder to do with a fellow Jedi, but Obi-Wan was yet a Padawan and in
his
weakened state, easier to overcome than he would have been otherwise.

The boy had already told Marc what he wanted, now, the twisted Jedi
would
have a little fun... *"How would you like if your Master came here for
a
little visit hm? Maybe you'd like to see him die too..."*

Obi-Wan reacted violently to the images, the scenes that Valar forced
upon
him, struggling and pulling against his bonds, but it didn't help. In
Valar's twisted world of shadows, nothing could help.

Then, the Padawan stopped struggling and went limp against the wall as
if
accepting defeat. It was too much. Something gave in Obi-Wan's mind
and
the sobs came uncontrollably. After a while, they subsided and were
replaced by a dead emptiness that crept over Obi-Wan's soul.

Marc Valar smiled cruelly.


tbc.......

 

*SiriGallia sobs uncontrolably* That was just too sad! Yes I do want more, but why does Yanni have to be dead????

 

Hi decided to post the next part within 5 mins please give lots of feedback!!!

Kim B

 

WOW!!
This is a great story!!!!!
Can't wait for more!!!