A Death in the Family by: Smitty Rating: PG Keyword(s): Jedi Summary: During The Phantom Menace, Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker have to deal with the death of Qui Gon Jinn. Type: Vignette back Disclaimer: I do not own the charcters from Star Wars: Episode 1: The Phantom Menace. Qui Gon Jinn, Obi Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ric Olie, and Queen Amidala/Padme all belong to George Lucas. Have fun, George. Make a billion off them, 'cause I sure as heck ain't. Obi Wan Kenobi raced through the palace, intent on the throne room. He saw a contingent of droid warriors in front of him and reached out to use the Force to scatter them, when he realized something. They weren't moving. He walked up to one, ever wary of the Force, and knocked one over. They did not move. Obi Wan neatly sliced them in half with Qui Gon's lightsaber, to keep them from ever being operational again and leaned against one of the columns. The battle was undoubtedly over, and he felt the adrenaline drain from his overtaxed body. Tears stung his eyes, but he blinked them away, knowing now was not the time to mourn his master. Now, he pushed away from the column, and ignoring the pain
that racked his body, trotted up the short flight of steps that led to the throne room. He
pounded briefly on the door and yelled his name in response to the Naboo guards' query.
The doors slid apart a moment later, to reveal the queen sitting on her throne, flanked by
handmaidens, including her decoy, and the Neimoidans ringed by blaster-yielding palace
guards. Amidala and Panaka looked at him as he entered, alone. His red-rimmed eyes
locked with hers as he sagged against the doorframe. Amidala's eyes widened with
realization. "I'm not cold." "You're shivering." It was Amidala's voice. He raised his eyes. She was still in the handmaiden garb she had worn in the forest. "You were close to him." It was not a question. "He was my master." To another Jedi, no other explanation would be necessary. "The relationship between a Padawan and a Master is akin to--" He stopped talking, mindful of the tremor in his voice. "He was very kind. He was a very caring man. He will be missed, greatly." Her words should have felt empty, hollow. He wanted them to feel empty, hollow. But
instead they made him proud. Qui Gon had been a good man. A good master. And he had died
doing what he had sworn to do. Obi Wan felt a warmth in his stomach. He didn't want to
feel anything. He didn't want to open himself up to the pain. Both looked up as the
door of the hanger bay rumbled open. The point craft could be seen in the distance.
Amidala squeezed Obi Wan's shoulder and melted away into the shadows. The planes slid into
their assigned slots and pilots began pouring from them, jumping on each other "Anakin." The boy stopped and saw Obi Wan standing to the side. "Obi Wan!" The boy ran to him. "It wasn't my fault! The autopilot made the fighter take off, but me and Artoo, we took it off autopilot...that thing was going to kill us both! And then we ended up in the ship, and I though, aw, we're in big trouble now, but then we shot some stuff, and then stuff just started to fall apart, and--" he stuttered to a halt, seeing Obi Wan was not smiling. "What's wrong? Where's...?" He never finshed the question. Obi Wan knelt to look Anakin in the eye. "I'm sorry, Anakin." Obi Wan
swallowed, feeling a flash of jealousy. Why was he comforting this boy? Why was not
someone "Anakin, that's not a--" he stopped, realizing the boy had just lost the one
thing in his life that made leaving his mother behind bearable. "Ah, well. It needs a
good scrubbing anyway," he sighed, smoothing Anakin's matted hair. He leaned against
the wall of the hanger, feeling the aches pulse through his body. Anakin sobbed softly
into his |