Test of Faith(JA Fiction by Cassia)

ANOTHER WONDERFUL STORY BY CASSIA, I HAD TO SHARE!!! THIS STORY IS COMPLETED (AND WILL BE POSTED AS SOON AS I CAN POST<EVIL GRIN> )
I WILL POST MORE IF PEOPLE LIKE IT(IF THE RESPONSE IS GOOD).

AUTHORS NOTE:
I guess you could call this my take on JA 8, but I don't really expect anything like this to happen. This is more of a response to JA 7 than a true sequel. Jude Watson is bad as I am about all these unresolved or cliffhanger endings!
Only at least I don't make people wait MONTHS for the next part... well not generally anyway...
Anywho, I just couldn't take the prolonged agony any more, so that's how this little story came to be. It's not one of my better ones honestly because I didn't think it through quite as much as I usually do and I don't really deal with any of the events that will need to be dealt with in JA 8. I also cheat by notexplaining some of things I have happen. Okay, now that confessions are over with, I hope you can enjoy the story
despite it's flaws.

This will probably be my last STORY POST for a while because I will be leaving soon for a two week trip to China. YEAH! (can you tell I'm excited? )
I'll have to un-sub from the lists before I go, or else my inbox will over-flow and Hotmail will start deleting things indiscriminately. (I hate it
when they do that! ) But I'll still be on until like, next week, so feel free to send feedback! I'll post a message of farewell before I go, and I'll let you all know when I get back

mailto:cassia_a@hotmail.com">cassia_a@hotmail.com
Category: JA sequel (sort of), Short Story, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, etc. Will be AU when JA 8 comes out.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For the JA books, especially 2, 5 and 7remember.Feedback: Yes Please!
Time Frame: 12 years before TMP and directly after JA 7. Obi-Wan is 13.
Summary: Things go amuck on Telos, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon have a blow-up, Xanatos gets a hold of Obi-Wan and traps him in a horrible place. In the end, the only way Qui-Gon can save Obi-Wan's life is to restore the broken trust between them.Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.
Long sections bracketed by //* means it's a flashback.

-Test of Faith-
Show me the meaning of being lonely, Is this a feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are?
There's something missing in my heart. There's nowhere to run,
I have no place to go. Surrender my heart, body and soul.
How can it be you're asking me For things you never show?
Obi-Wan shivered with intense cold. His muscles
spasmed in protest against the bitter chill and it was all
he could do to keep his teeth from rattling like a set ofloose converters.
But it was more than mere physical cold which assailed
him. No, it was something far more treacherous, and farmore deadly.
Dark energy filled the deep pit he was trapped in,
surrounding the young Jedi, screaming fear and hatred at
him so loudly it was almost audible.
"Feeling cold, little Jedi?" Xanatos' cool, taunting
voice flowed like an icy waterfall from the darkness above.
Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber, the bright blue blade
casting only a dim light in the shadowy blackness.
"Xanatos," he said quietly, through shivering lips. His
voice reverberated hollowly against the frozen walls of the
narrow pit that threatened to become his tomb.
Ignoring the Dark Jedi's voice for a moment, Obi-Wan
sought a way out of this death trap. The sides of the
circular cavity were so narrow that he could stretch out
his arms and the fingers of both hands brushed lightlyagainst the frosty earth.
Cutting a swath out of the side of the narrow well
with his lightsaber, Obi-Wan attempted to make handholds,
but the loose earth crumbled under his fingers, refusing to
hold the slightest weight. The pit was deep, far to deep
to jump out of, even with Force help, and the dark void
that Xanatos had created here seemed to dampen hisabilities.
Looking up, Obi-Wan could just see the small pinprick
of sky that marked the opening to this hole, several
hundred meters above his head."Out of reach little Padawan," Xanatos' cold voice
mocked

 

I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BUT I WILL REPOST THE FIRST PART

KIM B

 

Kim, exactly where are you FINDING THESE?? I've found some awesome JA sites with stories and authors I've never seen, but Cassia has only 3 on there that I see and I had read 2 of them on other sites. It's like you've got a treasure box!

 

-Test of Faith-


Show me the meaning of being lonely,
Is this a feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are?
There's something missing in my heart.

There's nowhere to run,
I have no place to go.
Surrender my heart, body and soul.
How can it be you're asking me
For things you never show?


Obi-Wan shivered with intense cold. His muscles
spasmed in protest against the bitter chill and it was all
he could do to keep his teeth from rattling like a set of
loose converters.

But it was more than mere physical cold which assailed
him. No, it was something far more treacherous, and far
more deadly.

Dark energy filled the deep pit he was trapped in,
surrounding the young Jedi, screaming fear and hatred at
him so loudly it was almost audible.

"Feeling cold, little Jedi?" Xanatos' cool, taunting
voice flowed like an icy waterfall from the darkness above.

Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber, the bright blue blade
casting only a dim light in the shadowy blackness.
"Xanatos," he said quietly, through shivering lips. His
voice reverberated hollowly against the frozen walls of the
narrow pit that threatened to become his tomb.

Ignoring the Dark Jedi's voice for a moment, Obi-Wan
sought a way out of this death trap. The sides of the
circular cavity were so narrow that he could stretch out
his arms and the fingers of both hands brushed lightly
against the frosty earth.

Cutting a swath out of the side of the narrow well
with his lightsaber, Obi-Wan attempted to make handholds,
but the loose earth crumbled under his fingers, refusing to
hold the slightest weight. The pit was deep, far to deep
to jump out of, even with Force help, and the dark void
that Xanatos had created here seemed to dampen his
abilities.

Looking up, Obi-Wan could just see the small pinprick
of sky that marked the opening to this hole, several
hundred meters above his head.

"Out of reach little Padawan," Xanatos' cold voice
mocked him again, filling the air with hatred until it made
Obi-Wan's head hurt. "You won't get out that way. In
fact," the heartless voice continued. "You won't get out
at all."

The apprentice could not see Xanatos and did not know
how the older man could see him, but apparently he could.

"D-don't count on it," Obi-Wan said stubbornly, trying in
vain to keep the chilled stutter out of his voice.

"Not waiting for your precious Master to save you I
hope?" Xanatos' voice filled the small space like a dark
cloud. "Not after what happened back there in Thani."

Deep, heart-wrenching pain stabbed Obi-Wan in the
chest at the memory. Somehow, he got the impression that
his unseen captor was smirking. Xanatos had studied Obi-
Wan, he knew how to hurt him.

It still seemed impossible. Never in a thousand
lifetimes would Obi-Wan ever have thought that Qui-Gon
could abandon him like this, but the image of the tall Jedi
Master turning his back on the dumbfounded boy and walking
away was indelibly etched into Obi-Wan's minds' eye.

*"It's your own fault,"* the accusing voices in Obi-
Wan's head told him. *"He warned you all along, he told
you there was no trust between you anymore. Why should you
be surprised that he acted on it?"*

Why indeed? Because a part of Obi-Wan hadn't believed
it, hadn't allowed himself to believe it. He had been so
sure that things would work out between he and Qui-Gon, so
sure that he could regain the elder Jedi's trust.

They had overcome the obstacles between them once when
Qui-Gon had finally taken him as Padawan in the first
place, before Melida/Daan, and Obi-Wan felt certain that
they could again, until now. Only this time, it was Qui-
Gon, and not Obi-Wan who had done the walking out.

*"And why shouldn't he walk out on you?"* the voices
said contemptuously. *"You did it to him. And you're not
even his Padawan now, you're not even a Jedi, you're just
on parole, he has no obligation to you."*

As if mirroring the accusations in Obi-Wan's tortured
mind, Xanatos' voice drifted down to him, cold and cutting.
"You see I was right in the end. He is heartless after
all.

 

Thank-you Knight Obi-Wan. If you write me an email at:

mailto:bongsunkim@yahoo.com">bongsunkim@yahoo.com

I could tell you where you could find it.

 

Oh, boy, another bone-chilling, gut-wrenching thriller from Cassia! I can't wait to read more! I did e-mail you, Kim-kenobi, but in case you didn't get it, here's another plea for you to share your secret source of Cassia fiction with me. Thanks, and post again VERY soon!

 

I'd just finished replying at the finale ofFive Deaths to Die, scroll down and fin another story by Cassia.

Again you've got me anticipating every post.

 

I decided not to be cruel and post rest of the story Now I need to sleep!!its 5 am here in NZ and I have not had a wink of sleep. ENJOY and be sure to give lot of comments!!!!! Cassia also loves feed backs so write her a email

Kim B

Qui-Gon ran a hand through his hair, trying to force
his swirling thoughts to come to some kind of order.

He should have listened to Obi-Wan at least before
walking away. He knew that. He was a Jedi Master and he
had no business behaving like a wounded teenager.

It was all just so painful... Obi-Wan had disobeyed
him, purposefully disobeyed a direct command and risked
giving them both away to Xanatos.

Qui-Gon was trying to rebuild his relationship with
the boy; he had all but announced his intention to take him
back as Padawan. Then this happened and his tenuous trust
was shattered all over again.

The Master shook his head wearily. He had responded
badly, and he knew it, but it was like Melida/Daan all over
again...

A sigh escaped him. It was no good. He had thought
they could rebuild, mend the tear between them, but saw now
he was wrong.

Obi-Wan was strong and bright, a good boy and an apt
pupil, but Qui-Gon could understand the hesitancy the
Council had over his impulsive nature now. It was not a
deadly flaw by any means, but Qui-Gon realized that he
could not be the one to train the boy. It was not all Obi-
Wan's fault either. Qui-Gon knew he bore just as much of
the blame.

Disobedience was a serious infraction, but there was
hardly a Padawan alive who hadn't broken the rules at one
time or another. Before Melida/Daan, Qui-Gon would have
been disappointed and upset, but now...

There was still no trust between them, no cushion to
pad the blow and Qui-Gon had shattered. He let his
emotions take control of him and had walked out on Obi-Wan.

The Master knew there was no excuse for such behavior.
There was nothing that a Padawan could do which should
warrant abandonment like that. Obi-Wan was not his Padawan
anymore, but he was still a younger Jedi who had been under
the Master's protection.

No, as much for Obi-Wan's sake as for his, they could
no longer be a pair. Obi-Wan did not deserve a Master who
could desert him so easily, who could let his feelings
override his brain. And Qui-Gon could not live with a
Padawan he could not trust, no matter how much he loved
Obi-Wan.

Still, it had been wrong to leave him, and Qui-Gon
intended to put that right. Retracing his steps to the
crumbling courtyard where he had left Obi-Wan nearly an
hour before, Qui-Gon tried to figure out what he was going
to say. Giving up on that, he decided he would cross that
bridge when he got there.

Of course, Obi-Wan was no longer in the courtyard.
Qui-Gon really hadn't expected him to be. The boy would
probably have made his way back to their quarters in the
city.

*"You're stalling Jinn,"* he reprimanded himself.
*"You've failed the boy so far, get back there and do at
least one thing right for a change."*

Yet Qui-Gon could not seem to get his legs to obey
him, and stood still in the deserted ruins, his mind
replaying, without permission, the last exchange between he
and his former apprentice, which had taken place here.

//*"Did you learn nothing from Melida/Daan?" Qui-Gon
demanded, his voice harsher than he intended it to be.
"Don't you realized the jeopardy your actions have put us
in? When I tell you something I do not do it to hear
myself talk!"

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, but Qui-Gon cut him off with
a wave of his hand.

"No, I don't want to hear any excuses. Wisdom, Obi-
Wan, is in knowing when to listen to others who have more
experience and knowledge than you, and obedience is part of
that. A part that you seem to have a great deal of trouble
with."*//

It had been a cutting remark with no really beneficial
purpose and Qui-Gon kicked himself for it.

//*There were unshed tears in Obi-Wan's eyes, but behind
the shimmer, a fierce fire sprang to life. Qui-Gon's words
cut deep into the wounds the young Jedi was still carrying
around with him. The Master wasn't even let

 

Uh, good job, Kim-kenobi

 

Thanks for that Watto-watta but the thanks goes to Cassia. How did you guys all like the story? any comments(besides from watto watta)?

Kim B cool.gif

 

Another excellent Cassia story. She just pulls them out like rabbits from a hat, eh? Seriously though, she's a very good writer.

 

Cassia--great story. I'm totally stunned. And Kim Kenobi I hope you have an endless supply of more to share.

 

Oh what a beautiful touching story. Thank you for sharing it with us.

You did say only two weeks in China, didn't you?????

 

I don't know about everyone else but I cannot seem to read some posts. There is a definate listing but I can't see it for example, on this topic there is supposed to be 12(at the time when I am writing this) replies but I can only read 9(I know my own posts count as replies. Does anyone know how to fix this problem?(I have tried refreshing the pages several times).

Kim B

 

Oh, what a great story. What a VERY great story!

Cassia, I hope you get a chance to write on your trip to China, but, if you don't, have fun. YOU DESERVE IT!!!!!!!!

 

HERE IS THE NEXT PART!


"Joint Strength" part 3


WIP Story


Title: Joint Strength, Part Three
Author: Rene
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 for the whole story
Notes: See Part One
Disclaimer: All for fun, not a whit of profit
Summary of this part: Obi-Wan's "old struggles" resurface, and Qui-Gon's Trikan situation may not be what it appears.

Part Three

During the noonmeal, Obi-Wan's mysteriously missing lightsaber was the sole topic of conversation. Garen and Reeft stumbled over each other in proposing a series of increasingly wild and improbable scenarios to explain the disappearance, until both Bant and Obi-Wan were choking with laughter. Their table was the most raucous in the room. Obi-Wan noticed many covert glances and open stares directed their way.

So much for attempting to look insignificant, he thought wryly.

A soft chime sounded, warning the students that only a few minutes remained before their afternoon classes. Obi-Wan's three friends shared a panicked glance and hurriedly stood.

"We'll see you tonight, all right?" Bant said.

Obi-Wan nodded, and watched them join the stream of students pouring out of the dining room. A tinge of melancholy had settled over his heart. He was surprised at this, for he had thought that reuniting with his friends would bring pure happiness. It _was_ good to see them, and talk in the old way, but Obi-Wan felt oddly disconnected. A few moments of meditation showed him the reason: he didn't belong here any longer, not as he had a mere two weeks before. He hadn't realized how much his sense of "home" had become centered on his Master, even after only a few short days of apprenticeship.

Unofficial apprenticeship.

He shook himself, flinging that thought away. Worry is a symptom of weakness, he thought. So Qui-Gon isn't here. I can still do as he asked and work ahead a little.

He needed to get a datapad from his room, so, scooping his cloak up from the table, he left the dining hall and turned toward the Student's Wing, taking a shorter route through a secondary hallway. He had nearly reached the main hall when he felt it: a dark ripple in the Force, so faint as to be hardly noticed, but present nevertheless. Receding deep inside himself, he tried to focus on it, pin it down, but it slipped away elusively.

He was concentrating so fiercely that he didn't perceive the footsteps behind him. A rough hand struck him, hard, between the shoulder blades, and sent him stumbling forward. He grasped a door frame, preventing a fall, and whirled around. In front of him stood his old nemesis, Bruck Chun, and several of his friends. Bruck's face was innocent, and his hands spread with exaggerated contrition.

"Oh, so sorry, Oafy-Wan," he said. "Didn't see you there. You really shouldn't stand around daydreaming, you know. Some people have places to go, and you're in the way."

Obi-Wan swallowed the quick anger that filled his throat, and managed a cool face as he inclined his head slightly, and said, "Hello, Bruck."

"So you're back already, Oafy? Not good enough to be a farmer either, huh?"

"My mission on Bandomeer was successful." Obi-Wan tried to speak formally, to distance himself from Bruck's provocation.

"Oh, your mission!" Bruck opened his eyes wide, mocking. "Big, important mission, huh, deciding where to put the dung heap? Or maybe the best way to sweep out the barn?"

Bruck's friends snickered loudly. Obi-Wan felt his face flush, and decided to leave, immediately, before this escalated into something he would regret. As he turned to go, however, he saw Bruck's hand raised for another contemptuous shove. Spinning back toward his antagonist, Obi-Wan blocked him with a forearm and easily deflected the blow. The taunting grin slid off Bruck's face, replaced with anger as he brought up his other hand and struck furiously at Obi-Wan's face. Obi-Wan flung himself back to avoid the blow, and allowed the fall to continue, rolling backward in a quick, graceful move that brought him to his feet again three meters down the hall.

He cocked one eyebrow challengingly, bait that he k

 

IGNORE MY LAST POST!!!!!!!!! wrong topic. This is a lesson to me, never post when you are half asleep. I feel so stupid!!! PLEASE COMPLETELY IGNORE THE LAST POST.

Kim B

 

Anyone know where I can purchase fan films?

 

Not going to happen. You cannot buy copyrighted material. It does not belong to the filmmakers.

Azeem
TFN FanFilms

 

After my fan film is done I was thinking about distributing it on VHS or better. I would have people send me the amount for the tape itself. That of course has nothing to do with trademarks and copyrights.

 

You should be VERY careful. We are not lawyers so you better contact one and ask for the proper legal advice before trying that. Lucas lawyers are very capable and willing to sue over copyright infringements. Look at Doctor Dre.

Azeem
TFN FanFilms

 

If you want people to see it on VHS then go out and buy a bunch of cheap tapes and make copies and send them out, asking for shipping may not be too much to ask for but that could still be a gray area.

Having the film available for download will probably be good enough but if you have a long movie then VHS will need to be an option. At the rate our movie is going then it may be around 30-40 minutes or possibly more. We'll put it up for download but I plan to eat the cost of VHS tapes and send them to whoever wants them.

Flaco

 

The opinion that you cannot sell fan films due to the Lucas copyright is correct, sort of.

Lucas owns the copyright to the Star Wars universe and all characters he has created. But he doesn't own the copyright to any story that a fan film is made of that "original." That doesn't mean one can sell an original fan film, since it still takes place in the SW universe and uses many of the SW elements. But it doens't mean that Lucas can prevent you from creating it either.

It's a gray area. The best advice is to make them, screen them for free, and enjoy them. But don't seek to profit directly from them or the Big Rancor in Lucas' legal department will bite down hard!

IMHO

 

Be VERY CAREFUL not to attract attention if you try to sell a fan film. Don't have it up on major sites for LFL to read, you could get into tons of trouble. Also, it would be absolutely illegal to sell if accompanied by even a snippet of something LFL-owned, such as the SW logo (I don't care if you created it from fonts, if it says "Star Wars" and is in the crawl, they still own it), original footage, or the John Williams score. Still, if you obey those guidelines, you're probably OK.

[This message has been edited by darth_paul (edited 05-12-2000).]

 

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