Torn- Obi's Sick &Dying, as usual,Obi torture/angst, Qui angst, H/C-PS 11/20

I didn't die i swear!!!!!!!

Wahoo... just caught up... too many things going on at once here... n e wayz

great chaps! And about that comment i made...

I still have no clue!! It's bugging me to know end about wat i meant... but it did mean something.. i swear to it! I bet ya n e thing... 3 in the morning a week from now ill wake up and be like... hey!

But till then... ah!

Till later~
Siri

 

Sorry, guys, no posty tonight. However, I promise you lots of stuff this weekend.... I gotta save up a bit of this fic to last me several days. As a peace offering, I'm starting posting my new one, Nightmares.

 

JS: An Cogaidh Na Realtai, Epeasoid Aon: An Bagairt Fuathai... Bhi cleaomh solais mor ag Obi-Wan... Sorry but you did ask for it. And, well, here. "Gorvithed Gonwen" is Welsh and is Anglicized and pronounced exactly how it's spelled... In original Welsh form, it'd be "Gorfydded" so I'm really making your life easier. And "Lowdiinszh" is pronounced Lowdinz. Those extra letters are just for decoration. It cf Lowdinis which is an old name for Lothian, Scotland.
Arwen: That depends on where the clues lead you.
Astro: Thanks, I guess I will be keeping the title, then. As for the names, well, sorry. *grin* I can't help that.
Siri: Thanks. And please, please try to remember what you meant! I hate when this happens!

Obi-Wan's nightmares had not, as Jehane hoped, receded. Instead they had worsened. In his near comatose state, he was trapped in one endless horrible dream. He felt intensely frightened and alone and miserable. His mind was filled with dark, forbidding imagery, as if he were isolated in an obscure cramped place.

He had never before felt so alone or so worthless.

Nothing, a sinister voice whispered in his mind, that's all you are. He wanted to protest but somehow he couldn't. He knew it was the truth, and it was too late to change that. Obi-Wan hung his head in shame and misery. The dark presence haunting him from within was right.

You're going to die like this, you know, alone and abandoned, with no one to care about your worthless self. Your Master isn't coming back for you- ever. Do you really think the great Qui-Gon Jinn needs an incompetent little brat of a Padawan like you? He never wanted you. Your last shot at becoming a Jedi, and even he didn't want you. The only reason you managed to get this far was because he felt sorry for you. This is just a convenient way for him to get rid of you- for good. Don't think he cares. Don't think he'd come back for you.

A tear rolled down Obi-Wan's cheek. He tried to hide it but could not manage to keep it from himself. It isn't true. Qui-Gon wouldn't abandon me. He really does care about me... But he couldn't remember the last time his Master had really shown him affection. Perhaps the voice was right. It had been so [i[hard[/i] to get Qui-Gon to accept him as his Padawan. He stifled a sob.

Crying, are you? A Jedi you would never make. No wonder Qui-Gon can't stand you.

"No!" Obi-Wan yelled fiercely. "It isn't true!"But his hoarse cries of denial did nothing to dispell the doubt and feelings of failure that were lodged within his mind. The voice laughed at him derisively.

 

An Cogaidh Na Realtai, Epeasoid Aon: An Bagairt Fuathai... Bhi cleaomh solais mor ag Obi-Wan... Sorry but you did ask for it. And, well, here. "Gorvithed Gonwen" is Welsh and is Anglicized and pronounced exactly how it's spelled... In original Welsh form, it'd be "Gorfydded" so I'm really making your life easier. And "Lowdiinszh" is pronounced Lowdinz. Those extra letters are just for decoration. It cf Lowdinis which is an old name for Lothian, Scotland.

Thanks for making me dizzy.



Poor Obi!!!!!! Feeling worthless again!

Why the heck isn't Qui done?

 

Sorry to yack your head off JS. Anyway one more up before I go to sleep.

 

POOR OBI!!!!

More soon!!

 

Sorry...I have been kinda lurking here..

Chose tonight to come out and say hi.. I am still here and I have been reading and can't wait for more..

Please post more soon..

**goes back to lurking for a bit**

PT

 

Oh!



Now even Obi's will to live is crumbling?!

OK, I've said it before and I'll say it again...

Hurry up, Qui, Obi needs you!!!

 

Noo! Poor Obi! That was a cruel voice!

An guess wat... i was right! At two o clock this morning at my babysitting job i was falling asleep and next thing i know I knew wat I meant!

I meant to explain it before... my friend out in california wrote something just like that one post just with different characters.... ironic huh?

TIll Later~
Siri

 

JS: Ooops... :8 Sorry bout that. It's one of those topics that getting me onto is kinda hazardous. When my English rants are getting to be every bit as delightfully comprehensible as my Gaelic rants, let me know.
Arwen: *Grins evilly and looks pointedly at Poor Obi t-shirt...* It seems that all posts lead to someone saying that line, no?
Padawan Travina: Thanks for delurking for me. I feel very touched.
Astro: Hmm... Poor Obi indeed... Is this getting slightly depressing? (Ya think?)
Siri: Wahee! We figured it out! OK. Well, I didn't copy from your friend in CA but, yeah, that is pretty weird. And that certainly was a cruel voice. I enjoyed writing that post- does that make me cruel?


Lannara was a relatively large town, by Fiotgarran standards. Numerous small hovels and buildings lined the dusty streets. A worn tavern stood at the end of the main road, drawing many of the town's citizens. People dressed in ragged, patched clothing roamed the streets, going about their daily buisiness.

There were no alien beings or foreign visitors in the area. Like all of Fiotgarra and indeed most of Leeb-Arroe, it was closed to outsiders. Little travel took place from Arroe to other worlds in the galaxy, despite its Republic status. Occasionally researchers or tourists would visit the capitol regions, but the rural provinces certainly held nothing of interest for them. The lack of travel or trade prevented Fiotgarrans from advancing or prospering much.

Qui-Gon had at last reached the town of Lannara, nestled in the shadow of the Orta Mountains. He had been directed to the home and practice of Fiotgarra's most revered medecine woman, Juvia Tlannis. As he made his way through the grimy town, the Jedi could feel all his hopes as well as tensions soaring. Juvtak Coban had told him that if there was any chance of saving his Padawan, it would be found there. He recalled that at least some of the few people to have survived the Arrosian fever had had some connection to either Fiotgarra or....

...Or Lowdiinszh. So that was where he'd heard the name before. One of the survivors had been born on the planet Lowdiinszh, a minor, inconsequential backwater at best. Qui-Gon had not even heard of its existence before the recent series of events.

This definitely changed things. Could Lowdinszh somehow be connected with this whole mystery? He didn't see how, and yet it was awfully strange to be mere coincidence. Both instinct and common sense* told him that this world was involved. But how?

At any rate, he was getting ahead of himself. Qui-Gon reminded himself that he must focus on the task at hand. Unless he could find a way to save Obi-Wan's life- and fast- well, he didn't want to think about what would happen if he could not save his Padawan. The Jedi Master knew all too well that he really had very little to go on. Juvtak Coban had said he would find a cure for his Apprentice here. However, it was painfully dubious whether or not he really knew. And, Qui-Gon couldn't help but wonder, had he been so eager to help, anyway? Arrosians generally kept to their own buisness and disliked either giving aid to or receiving it from outsiders.

Well, he thought, no matter what he had to try and accomplish what he had come so far for. The home of medecine woman Juvia Tlannis was before him.


* OMG my friend Lauren and I have this thing about, well, in my case, Sight vs common sense. I really do believe I have a bit of Sight sometimes. I'm like:
Yeah, I always figure out what's gonna happen next in the story before it happens, with my insight, my Sight, my fioscead, my strong Cosmic FOrce connection....
Lauren: .... Not to mention your common sense?

 

Great post, obi-wannabe!

Finally, Qui's getting some answers!

 

*pulls on the poor Obi t-shirt*

Evil cliffie!! I need Qui to get some answers!!!

 

oo another ciffie!!

does that make me cruel?

Hm... indeed that would be considered a cruel thing my friend... quite cruel.. well done!

Till Later~
Siri

 

Astro: Wait. We're not done with Qui just yet.
Arwen: Oh don't worry. He'll get those answers... eventually.
Siri: Well don't we all love being cruel to Obi? Poor Obi!



Well, he thought, no matter what he had to try and accomplish what he had come so far for. The home of medecine woman Juvia Tlannis was before him.

Beyond the hovel stretched a wide, overgrown lawn, running to a wire mesh fence. A small boy with dark curls was playing outside by the fence seperating the homestead from the jungle rainforest beyond. Qui-Gon saw, as he stopped the speeder and stepped from it, that there was a large whole in the wire fence, near the ground. The child slipped through the tear and ran out into the wilderness beyond. The Jedi followed him with his eyes.

Then he felt the disturbance in the Force, moments before the boy screamed. A large catlike creature jumped out at him from the cover of the brush. The child yelled again, his eyes wide in terror. Salivating, the wild beast bared its huge fangs and stood up on its hind legs. Paralyzed with fright, the boy could not move and instead seemed too shrink inwards.

All of this played out in an instant. It took even less time for Qui-Gon to leap over the fence and position himself between the two, lightsaber drawn. The animal roared and lunged at him, but he was ready for it. He swiped at a paw with his 'saber. The beast drew back in page and rage, then, howling, came at him once again. Qui-Gon, however, was prepared. As the angered creature leapt forward to attack, the Jedi raised his lightsaber and with a sideways slash, went for the animal's neck. It went down instantly with one last vicious howl, cut off midway.

Then Qui-Gon deactivated his weapon and turned to the frightened child.

"Who are you?" the little boy asked. His black eyes were still wide, though with more fascination than actual fear.

"A friend," the Jedi said, kneeling down to be at eye level with the child. "You should be careful where you play, however. You could have been in very bad shape by now."

"I'll say," he answered, looking worriedly at the creature's body. "Anyway, you haven't really told me who you are. What's your name?"

"Qui-Gon Jinn. And you are?"

"Shentan Tlannis. I live over there," he added, indicating the house.

"Is Juvia Tlannis your mother?"

Shentan shook his head.

"My grandmother. My mother and father died years ago, and she's taken care of me ever since."

Now he knew a bit more about the woman whose aid he so direly needer.

"Listen, Shentan. I need your grandmother's help very badly. What do you say we go in and have a talk with her?"

Shentan made a face.

"Well, I don't expect that she'll be happy I ran out of the yard. She doesn't know how I go there but she knows I play in the forest. And she hates it. If she finds out what happened, she'll kill me- even if the meenar cat didn't. But she would've found out anyway."

Qui-Gon nodded understandingly, even though his heart was beginning to pound. He had much bigger concerns at the moment. His mind was crowded with thoughts of his dying Padawan as he and the child walked up towards Juvia Tlannis' home.

 

*pointsa at cliffie*

Come on!!! That was cruel!!

MORE!!

 

That woman better be able to help Obi-Wan!!! Well, if anything, she owes a debt to Qui for saving her grandson!

If they end up telling her about it, that is, which, according to the post, they probably won't, so I guess it's probably going to be a moot point.

OK, I'm going to be quiet now...

 

I dare say.. some of your cliffies are getting near more worse than mine!

Anyone that doesn't like torturing our poor Obi.. i dare say... has something wrong with them..

Of course all who have read my stuff knows that I do not treat the boy nicely...

Till Later~
Siri

 

Not another cliffie!!!!!!!!!

Qui, hurry up, will you?

*puts on Poor Obi/Poor Qui T-shirt again*
That says it all.

Good posts, o-w.

 

Arwen: Sorry. These aren't usually intentional cliffies... Mostly they're just cuz I don't have time to type up the continuations. Although I do have at least one EEEEEVIl cliffie planned for like one of the last chaps, it's like a zillion posts ahead... And I got it all planned out.
Astro: Time will tell, won't it?
Siri: Saying that we don't treat the boy nicely... Wee bit of an understatement, don't you think? And about the cliffies, well, read what I told Arwen.
JS: Poor Obi, Poor Qui- so much expressed in so few words.

OK really short post tonight. Sorry.
Short but angsty.

Even in sleep Obi-Wan could find no peace. Tormented by the mocking voices in his head, he could register nothing save cruelty and suffering. He was completely oblivious to the concious world around him. Every thought, every memory was nightmarishly distorted. The young Padawan felt mortally afriad, for the first time in his life. He could not stand this. The chilling embodiment of his doubt and fear knew no mercy. All the time he was tortures by them, trapped and brutalized in his own mind.

His will to live was quickly evaporating. He had lost his Force connection, he was a complete and total failure as a Jedi and- worst of all- Qui-Gon wasn't coming back for him. This thought, more than anything else, was insupportable to him. Honestly, Obi-Wan felt he might die freom this knowledge alone. He hoped against hope that it wasn't true. But he didn't know.

Conciously, he had lost his ability to connect to the Force. Now, however, he was beginning to be able to feel it once again. This was something different than anything Obi-Wan had ever felt before. The Force wasn't just there anymore. It was a huge, swirling net. Its strength was awesome, emanating from everywhere- and beckoning him to join it, become one with it. He wanted so badly to obey it and yield to its persistent call. There would be no more suffering there, no more bleak, painful thoughts. He quivered, like a moth struggling to free itself from a deep, dark coccoon.

Soon, Obi-Wan knew. He would be liberated soon enough. For now though, he would try to wait and pray that Qui-Gon would return to him one last time before that happened.

 

Waaaaah!!!!
He's getting ready to go. When the heck is Qui gonna get there?!!!!

So um...are you gonna kill him or what?

 

All right, obi-wannabe, this is too much, already!!

Is Obi going to die or not!!??

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease tell us!!

Pretty please?

 

This is so sad. Save that poor boy. Sniff.


Obi

 

Ok hopefully I'll still be ablt to post tonight in tomorrow even though I'm drowning in test and projects..... ack someone help me! Sithly geography teacher Anyway nudge nudge!

 

OK delarking again....

You are getting to evil for your own good...

And we can't be having that...Like I have the right to say that huh??

Hurry with the next post please...


**goes back to learking**


PT

 

JS: My lips are sealed.
Astro: Sorry. Mum's the word.
OTK: Isn't it? Lol. But I thought angst was one of your favorite things.....
Padawan Travina: Hmmm... Well evil kinda suits me. Anyway thanks for delurking.... feedback means a lot to me.


"Shentan," Juvia Tlannis asked in surprise as her grandson and his adult companion entered her home, "who is this? And what have you been doing?"

Qui-Gon took a moment to look at the woman whose aid he had come to beg. She was small in stature, with an unusually pale complexion for an Arrosian. There was also a strange familiarity about her appearance.

"Madam Tlannis," he said, inclining his head respectfully, "I am Qui-Gon Jinn, a Jedi Knight." Shentan 's black eyes went wide in shock. His grandmother too looked surprised.

"I need your help," the Jedi continued.

"I would be honored," Juvia Tlannis replied. "Forgive me and my grandson. We have never had the pleasure of meeting a Jedi before. How may I be of help?"

Qui-Gon took a deep breath and decided to go right into his explanation.

"A few weeks ago, my Apprentice and I came to Leeb-Arroe to moderate a diplomatic agreement. As we were leaving, my Apprentice became seriously ill. A healer checked him, and diagnosed that he had Arrosian jungle fever. I was told that you may be able to find a way to save him."

The medecine woman's face had a shocked look to it which quickly set into firm, composed lines. She nodded once, briskly, and turned to her grandson.

"Shentan, you must go to your room and play by yourself for a while. The Jedi and I must discuss some things it might hurt you to hear."

"But I want to stay and help, Grandmamma."

"No. Go play in your own room. I'll come and get you when we have finished."

She gave him a gentle shove towards the kitchen door. Sulking, the child took one last long look at Qui-Gon and headed down the hall. Wearing a grave expression, Juvia indicated that the Jedi sit down.

"As you know, your Apprentice is in grave danger. There is a way to help him. But there are some things you must know first."