Obi-Wan awoke, nerves and muscles at the ready. A small candle
lit in the corner of the room cast a soft glow to the luxurious surroundings of
his private room at the Onlon Planetary capital building. He scanned the room,
reaching out with the Force to learn what had awakened him. He sensed nothing.
A moment later, Qui-Gon came through the door, light saber flashing, his
chiseled features drawn into a fierce scowl. Obi-Wan's eyes widened and
confusion took it's toll momentarily. Then, in an instant, his light saber was
in his hands and powered up.
His only hesitation was what and where was the enemy.
Qui-Gon seemed to be chasing something madly around the room, his saber
swinging in the dance of battle. "Put out the light," snapped Qui-Gon as he drew
in a ragged breath. Obi-Wan cautiously made his way to the candle and blew it
out.
The creature next to the candle snarled and Obi-Wan jumped from its clawed
grasp, light saber swinging in an instinctive thrust guided by the Force flowing
through his body. The two Jedi battled against the shadow creatures. Qui-Gon
struck his down with a final blow seconds before Obi-Wan followed suit. The
creatures crumpled to the plush woven carpets and faded away as quickly as they
had appeared.
"What were they?" asked Obi-Wan, drawing in needed air.
"Shadowwolves," Qui-Gon responded grimly, picking up a silvery claw he had
lopped off earlier that hadn't faded away with it's owner. "I didn't know they
were native to this planet. They normally can be found on some of the Outer Rim
planets."
"Oh." Obi-Wan couldn't think of anything to add so he stayed silent. He
sensed Qui-Gon had more to say.
"Why didn't you sense them?" Qui-Gon asked, rounding on his apprentice. "And
why did you have a candle lit?"
"It seemed too dark, Master Qui-Gon, when we returned. I'm used to a little
bit of light," Obi-Wan explained. "As for not sensing them, I have no idea. Even
when you came in, I had no idea what you were fighting."
Qui-Gon grunted but said nothing. He merely frowned and collapsed on
well-padded chair. Obi-Wan sensed that something about the situation bothered
Qui-Gon, but whether he was upset with Obi-Wan, the boy couldn't tell. "I am
sorry, master.." he began but was cut off quickly by the adult.
"Never mind. I suggest we find someplace to spend the rest of the evening.
Obviously we are not safe here." Qui-Gon's tone brooked no argument or
indecision. Obi-Wan obediently put on the remainder of his clothing, pulled on
his boots and began to pile things into his backpack. "Leave them," ordered
Qui-Gon, not stopping on his path out of the boy's guest quarters. "I have told
you repeatedly that you do not need those things. I have indulged this long
enough. Let's go."
Obi-Wan frowned. Something was horribly wrong, but he obeyed. Sort of. He
still crammed the models into the backpack, but left the other belongings and
personal items where they lay. The only thing in the pack was the model ships,
food supplies and his bar of soap. As he hurried out the door and into the hall
where Qui-Gon waited impatiently, he was clipping the light saber into place.
Qui-Gon frowned at the backpack but Obi-Wan bravely stated, "It has food in
it. We might need it. I'd consider that essential." Qui-Gon nodded brusquely and
the two Jedi made their way down the hall.
They hit the streets just as dawn was beginning to break over the sleeping
city. Qui-Gon ducked into an alley and stepped over several piles of garbage
that Obi-Wan had to leap over. Suddenly, Qui-Gon turned on the boy and grabbed
the pack, jerking it off of Obi-Wan's shoulders. He shook it open, allowing the
models, bar of soap and food packets to fall to the ground. "You lied to me,
Padawan," Qui-Gon rebuked in a deceptively mild tone.
Obi-Wan didn't back down from the stern, disapproving gaze. "I can't give
them up, Master, I don't know why. It just doesn't feel right."
"Pack them, but if they get in the way, they are gone, do you understand me,
Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Obi-Wan nodded, his mind racing at the sternness of his master.
He had been rebuked many times by Qui-Gon Jinn but never so harshly. To be fair,
Obi-Wan had to admit he had never continually ignored orders of the master as he
did when it came to his personal belongings either. He packed the models, food
packets and soap hurriedly, keeping an eye on his master as the man quickly
strode away.
Obi-Wan raced to close the distance between them and then strode side by side
with his master, struggling to keep the strides even. He refused to show that
he'd been cowed even momentarily by the older Jedi. "A little humility hurts no
one, Padawan," Qui-Gon said so softly that Obi-Wan almost didn't catch the
words. "Possessions are well and good, but more often than not, necessity will
force you to leave them behind. The only thing important is your life and the
lives of those you have sworn to protect."
"Mine is not to question, master, it is to serve you and learn," responded
Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon nodded and smiled gently at the boy. Obi-Wan felt the warmth of
the smile though he did not see it. It made him feel better about disobeying but
he saw the truth in Qui-Gon's advice and contented himself with the thought that
Qui-Gon understood his need for something that was uniquely his.
The Jedi walked in silence until they reached the outskirts of the city,
where they found themselves in residential centers and small commerce complexes.
Qui-Gon frowned and stopped, trying to get his bearings. They had received no
instructions on where to find the other parties involved in the situation, but
Qui-Gon had resolved to find them on his own. He sensed that the Planetary
Chairman and those surrounding him were giving half-truths and hiding much. They
could not be trusted. He remembered Yoda's words: Trust only those the Force
guides you to. The Force clearly showed him that trust could not be had from
that quarter. So he must try the other quarter.
Reaching out with all he could, Qui-Gon focused on something that would lead
them to the other side of the situation. He felt nothing. Frustration bit into
him momentarily. This was already a losing game and Qui-Gon had not even been
allowed time to know he'd been elected member of the team.
Without words, the master tapped into his apprentice's Force ebb, and the
apprentice, sensing the great need his master had, obliged. The two concentrated
on the ebb and flow of the Force between them, Obi-Wan allowing Qui-Gon to
completely focus it where the master needed it. After what seemed an eternity,
Qui-Gon released the hold he had on Obi-Wan, who sagged in relief.
"Come, I think I know how to get where we need to be."