Title: The Living Gift Author: VaderLVR64 Characters: Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, OCs Genre: adventure, drama - short story (this will be somewhere between 3 and 5 posts) HA! I guess I was wrong about THAT! Summary: A mission is more than it seems, and in the midst of it all, Obi-Wan learns a lesson that will forever change him. The Living Gift Obi-Wan had never heard of the planet before Qui-Gon mentioned it in passing. At the time, it was just another mission, merely the latest in a long line of them. Nothing in the briefing seemed to indicate it would be any different; Obi-Wan felt no prodding from the Force, or even any anxiety from his Master. There was not a single sign that the mission would change his life. The planet Mystoor was tiny, and not very important in galactic affairs. The only reason the Republic even agreed to send a team of Jedi for the negotiations was that the High Tribal Leader was related to someone who knew someone who worked for the Chancellor. It was easy, not to mention inexpensive and expedient, to send in a pair of Jedi and wash his hands of the whole affair, and so Chancellor Valorum did just that. To be fair, he had much larger issues on his mind at the time. They arrived late in the evening, just in time to see the spectacular sunset from beyond the famous mountain range. Though not particularly wealthy, Mystoor was known for the export of a rare type of caf called detui, grown only on that planet. It was favored by the rich and powerful, though that single crop was Mystoor?s only claim to importance. However, the Jedi had not been summoned for any trade negotiations, for the people of Mystoor had no complaints with their already lucrative arrangements. The problem plaguing Mystoor was more a difference in philosophy than finance. Thirty years before Qui-Gon Jinn and his apprentice arrived, the people of Mystoor had hired a rather large group of mercenaries to protect them from the marauding pirates that frequented the sector. The mercenaries, who were very good at their job, also found the little planet very hospitable, and many of the men found that the women of Mystoor very lovely and amenable to their company. More than fifty of them settled on Mystoor and made it their home, raising families and learning to grow the rich little detui bean. They had children and those children grew up. That generation of children was part of the problem that called the Jedi to their planet. Not much was known about the source of the difficulty, all that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan knew was that the leader of the planet, known as the High Tribal Leader, had recently angered some of his subjects and found himself on the run for his life, his system of government in turmoil. Through luck and a series of happy mistakes by his pursuers, he had been able to make contact with the relative who set into motion the arrival of the Jedi team. Posing as prosperous merchants who wanted to get a contract to sell the famous detui caf, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan arrived in unaccustomed splendor, the rich fabrics and colors of their garments sure to convince the Mystoorians that they were capable of paying the outrageous fees that would be required in order to win the rights to sell detui. Every courtesy was shown to them and they were soon comfortably ensconced in a suite and preparing for a meeting with the Trade Secretary. This meeting was vital to their true mission, as the Trade Secretary was believed to be loyal to the High Tribal Leader. The new Tribal Leader, who had dropped the first honorific from the title when he had usurped his predecessor?s place had not had time to put his own men into every government spot, and since the detui bean must continue to flow off of Mystoor, the Tribal Leader had been satisfied to wait until one of his own men proved sufficiently capable of filling the position. So it was that a man named Trolin Wyyk met the Jedi in his office. Qui-Gon held out his hand and gave a bow of respect. ?Qui-Gon Jinn, representative of the Jinn and Kenobi Trading Corporation.?