Obi-wan was
brought back to a semi-conscious level. He could hear the voices,
sense another presence in the room, see the green glow. His mind
snapped at the sudden realization...’Master?!’ the thought went through
his throbbing mind.
He felt Qui-gon sending him strength though
the Force. The sensation lasted only for a second, then there was
pain again. He groaned and fell to the cold floor, landing hard on
his shoulder. But with the slight touch of the Force that his master
had given him, Obi-wan felt some hope. And as long as there was hope,
there was life. And as long as there was life left in him he would
stand by his master.
****
Although Qui-gon was facing
his main threat in this mater, he let his attention go to his main
concern, Obi-wan. He scanned the room and found his Apprentice. The
weary boy noticed him, and Qui-gon sent him ripples of energy through
the Force. Yet to his horror Obi-wan gave a quiet cry of pain and
collapsed.
“You are causing your Padawan pain, my friend.” Jaron
stated with a mocking tone. “You seem to have that way about you,
wouldn’t you say?”
Lights abruptly jolted on. Although they were
dim, they were enough to see by. For the first time since he had
entered this dark place Qui-gon could see, with his own eyes, his one
time close friend. He looked the same as he had remembered, except he
no longer wore his hair in the Jedi Padawan style as it was the last
time Qui-gon saw him. Yes he was the same on the outside, but the
inside was a different matter. Was there any of the Jaron he
remembered left in there? Hidden deep away for no one to see.
He looked beyond his one time friend now. Just behind him, laying
crumpled on he floor unmoving, was his young apprentice. Once again
the guilt washed over him. Jaron saw his change, using it against
him.
“Quite a remarkable young boy.” Jaron said gesturing to the
semiconscious Obi-wan behind him.
“Let him go.” Qui-gon said,
knowing his words would mean nothing. “This has nothing to do with him,
and everything to do with me.”
“Oh but you are wrong, Master
Qui-gon.” Jaron said, a small smile appearing. “Master and Padawan are
as one person. What affects one will affect the other. I found this
out many years ago on this day. You do remember what happened on this
day, do you not Qui-gon?” Jaron met Qui-gon’s gaze and held it. It had
been so long since he had looked into those green eyes, now he wished
that they would just go away. “I died that day along with my master,
although it was not in body, but in spirit. And no one seemed to
care, not the counsel, and not you.” Qui-gon listened hurtfully, but
he pushed it away. He must think, he cleared his mind as best he
could, he must get Obi-wan out of here. “So did I plan for you and
your young apprentices.” Jaron continued. “However I discovered the
length of his potential, it would be a shame to waist it.” Qui-gon
snapped to attention at the sound of these words. “I will look forward
to completing his training once you are gone.” Bits of anger came
though the calm state of mind that Qui-gon had managed to put himself
it. Obi-wan? An Apprentice to the evil that had enveloped his friend?
It could not be. He would never allow that to happen. The anger was
peaking though him now, it seemed to make the darkness around him
swirl. Jaron’s smile widen, “Do your thoughts betray you my friend?”
Qui-gon thought, anger would get him no where. Jaron would feed
off of it, as would the darkness. He calmed his mind once more. And
although the darkness was tugging at him, he managed a small amount of
peace of mind. “It has been many years Jaron. You have let your own
hate consume you, it led you to darkness. But you can be led back
into the light.” Qui-gon said, still believing that there must be some
ounce of good left in Jaron. “Let me help you.”
Jaron gave a quick
laugh, “Is this our old friendship you speak of, brother?” Jaron said,
using their nickname from long ago. “Our promise to always help each
other. You already broke that promise.”
“You asked me to do
something that I could not do.” Qui-gon said shaking his head. “Think
of your Jedi Training Jaron. All that your master had taught you.
That fear, anger, hate, and revenge, all lead to the Dark Side.
You were asking me to follow you there, and I could not do it. But I
can help you know. You have been consumed by the darkness, but there
is still light. One can’t exist without the other, this you know.
Therefore there is hope that you can come back into the light. As long
as there is the Force there his hope.”
“Do not lecture me Qui-gon.
I have heard this before. I am one with the darkness now. It has
given me power, power enough to stop those who have made me suffer so
they can suffer the same.” Jaron said, his voice never faltering. “All
those who refused to help me became my enemy...you became my enemy
Qui-gon.” Jaron’s voice was icy, his eye’s locked with Qui-gon’s,
glaring.
Qui-gon remembered what Yoda had told him about the
Dark Side when he was but a boy in the Jedi Temple, ‘Once you start
down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny.’ Although
Qui-gon realized this, he always assumed that there was some way to
bring someone who was lost to it back into the light. Now he wasn’t so
sure. With all that he had said, Jaron hadn’t even heard him. Qui-gon
realized then and there that the Jaron that he had once known was gone,
perhaps for good. Even though it was hard, he must accept that.
Obi-wan stirred in the background. Qui-gon’s eye’s drifted to the boy.
Jaron may be lost, but his Apprentice wasn’t. The good person Obi-wan
was would not be taken by the Dark Side. His Padawan was stronger than
that, and he himself would not allow that to happen.
Obi-wan’s
enthusiasm, his want to learn, his strength, his very presence, had
always been able to bring Qui-gon out of any dark time he found himself
in. Obi-wan had said that Qui-gon had done so much for him. But in
truth, the apprentice had done just as much for the master.
‘And
that is what matters now.’ Qui-gon thought silently. ‘Jaron and I may
have been “brothers” many years ago. But Obi-wan is my *son*. And I
will not fail him.’ With that though, Qui-gon was now confident that
he could face whatever came before him now.
Once again Jaron
sensed his change. His time for talking was over. From under his
cloak a lightsaber appeared in his hand. Yet this was not the
lightsaber that Qui-gon remembered from their childhood. And as Jaron
ignited it, the orange blade that had been so vivid in his memory did
not appear. Instead a black stream of light came from the weapon.
Qui-gon was taken back with the sight of the black lightsaber, but hid
his emotions and ignited his own weapon. Jaron smiled. “I’ve waited a
long time for this.” he said.
In a blink, the lights in the
room went out. Qui-gon realized that he could not see Jaron or his
weapon. He could only hear the hum of the dark saber. A pang of panic
came to him, but he pushed it aside. He had the Force to guide him.
Jaron was striking at him before he knew it. Qui-gon managed to
block the lightning fast blows, but only just. His ability to use the
Force as his guide was clouded with darkness circling around him. The
darkness combined with the heightens lightsaber battle, Qui-gon was
finding it seemingly difficult to use the Force. Yet he still matched
Jaron blow for blow. Avoiding the kicks that were thrown at him as
well as the hot dark light that seemed to come closer and closer to him
with every strike.
“You destroyed everything for me.” he heard
Jaron say. “My master is gone, I begged for your help yet you ignored
it.”
More blows, more strikes, stronger, quicker now, and he
still could not see from where they came. He let the Force tell him
where his lightsaber should land. Jaron was strong. Although he could
feel himself weakening he still matched Jaron. The fight was no where
near over.
Again and again the lightsaber crashed and sizzled
together, hissing apart, then coming together once more. Even though
Jaron seemed to have all the advantages in the battle, for the
movement they were evenly matched
They broke away from each other,
both breathing hard. The match still far from over, at least in
Qui-gon’s mind. He could feel another presence in the room stir,
besides the darkness. He realized that it was Obi-wan who was rising
to his slowly feet. His Padawan’s movements gave him more strength, he
felt he could go on for as long as he was needed.
Just then he
felt the dark energy in the room spinning and move toward Jaron. He
was collecting the darkness now, he would use it in the battle. Jaron
was now sending the darkness back at him. A wave of darkness meant to
push him back. Qui-gon braced himself for the impact, but to his
surprise the darkness went right passed him and hit his apprentice
instead.
Obi-wan cried out as he was swept off of his feet by the
darkness and smashed into a near by wall and then crashed to the
ground.
Shocked and horrified at what had just unfolded,
Qui-gon didn’t sense Jaron’s advance on the attack. Before he had time
to block, his lightsaber was kicked from his hand. Without a second
thought he jumped back quickly, yet it was not quick enough. Jaron
slashed with his lightsaber, and Qui-gon found pain connect with him.
Jaron’s blade had caught him across his midsection. It was a fairly bad
burn and laceration, it would heal with time, yet now it would lead to
his undoing. For as he tried to control the pain to continue with the
battle, his concentration wavered. Suddenly he felt a powerful kick
to his jaw. He fell backward, hitting the floor with a thud.
His mind dazed, and with spots dancing in front of his eyes, Qui-gon
forgot where he was for a second, but was called back again when he
heard a familiar laughter. He tried to stand, but was forced back
down when Jaron’s foot slammed on his midsection where his wound was
still sizzling. Qui-gon cringed in pain, the sound of Jaron’s laughter
became more mocking in tone.
“The Great Master Qui-gon Jinn,
killed in the very place the Great Master Dundeen Hunen. You should
feel proud.” Jaron said. He then rose his lightsaber into the air.
Through the pain and the dark Qui-gon could see the outline of Jaron,
arms raised ready for the kill. ‘I’m sorry Obi-wan.’ he willed toward
his Apprentice. Still struggling under Jaron’s weight, Qui-gon readied
himself for the final blow.
****
Obi-wan remembered this
touch. It was the same one as on Constun that had happened what seemed
like decades ago. The darkness, the invisible hands that grabbed him.
But this time the hands pushed him, with all of their might. He
didn’t feel himself hit the wall, he only heard the sound his body made
at the impact.
He was on the floor again, he was conscious,
but only just. Something was happening around him, something was
going terribly wrong.
He heard something clink to the ground
beside him. He looked with blurred vision. He could hardly make out
the lines in the dark, but he knew instantly what it was. Qui-gon’s
lightsaber. Panic surged through him. His master never dropped his
weapon. Not when there seemed to be no chance left, not when the
fight didn’t seem worth fighting anymore. His lightsaber was always in
hand, always ready. But there it lay. Then Obi-wan realized, so did
Qui-gon.
Obi-wan remembered the image of his master falling dead
in the darkness. The image had not been real, and he would not let it
become real. Qui-gon had known that Jaron had set a trap for him. Yet
dispite that he came to his Padawan’s aid, as he had done countless
times before.
Now Qui-gon was in danger. Obi-wan could hear the
sound of Jaron’s laughter, see him rays his lightsaber high above his
head. Obi-wan could just hear his master’s voice in his mind, sending
him a plea of forgiveness.
He had only seconds he knew. He
called on the Force, bending it to his will. The dark things in his
mind crawled at him once more, screaming in his mind. ‘Silence!’ He
demanded at them. ‘You are of no part of me, and I want no part of
you!’ The screaming became only a whisper ,allowing him for the first
time enough peace of mind to use the Force as he needed.
Then,
with all of the strength left in him, he let the Force flow through
him, and flung the weapon that lay near him into his master’s hands.
****
Qui-gon felt his lightsaber once again in his
hand. He ignited the weapon, and before Jaron could come down on him,
the green blade went though the man’s chest. Qui-gon instantly pulled
it away, stunned at what he had just done.
Jaron took a step
back then stumbled to the ground. “Well old friend.” Jaron said weakly.
“I suppose...” he continued, pausing for a breath in his pierced lungs.
“I underestimated you.” He breathed again, wincing at the efforts. “ I
didn’t think...you had it in you.” His energy was fading now, the Force
in him leaving him.
Qui-gon looked sorrowfully at the fallen man
who had once been his dearest and most trusting friend. “Rest now
Jaron.” Quietly, and even now with care in his voice. “Go back to the
Force. Perhaps you will find peace there.”
“Yes...” Jaron said,
his voice becoming even weaker. “You are....most likely right...you
always...were about....that sort of thing. Weren’t you?” With those
words, the last of Jaron’s energy left him, and his green eyes closed
forever.
After a reflectful moment, Qui-gon quickly turned his
attention to his fallen Apprentice. Obi-wan lay still, not sure if the
boy was even breathing. Qui-gon turned him to his back, cradling the
boy by his shoulders. Yes, he was breathing. Although his body was
wracked with pain, knowing that his Padawan was alive eased some of
the pain in his mind.
“Obi-wan?” he called to the silent form in
his arms. The boy stirred and moaned. “Obi-wan?” Qui-gon said again.
Obi-wan’s mind was still distant, perhaps in another time and
place.
Obi-wan could hear his master calling to him. He
wanted to reply, to know finally that everything was all finally as it
should be. But he surpassed the urge. Because still nothing was as it
should be. Something was still very wrong. The voice came back to
him, echoing in his mind.
“Even a Jedi Master can only hold off
thirty well trained Mandorian guards firing at him at point blank range
for so long.” The voice said, Jaron’s voice.
“Even a Jedi Master
can only hold off...”
Then...he knew...
Obi-wan
snapped to attention, his eye’s opening as wide as a Getalian Moon.
Qui-gon was somewhat startled when his Apprentice had come from a
half-conscious state to sudden total alertness.
“Master, Jump!”
Obi-wan cried. Qui-gon did not question his Padawan, he only acted.
Obi-wan still in his arms, he used the Force to lift them off of the
ground toward the high ceiling.
The same instant that he jumped,
a storm of blaster fire came from the door opening. Thirty, perhaps
more, Randonians were firing at them. It was dark and the gaurds
could not see in the blackness of the room, yet they kept firing.
They had most likely been ordered to fire at once at a specific time.
It was all so well planed. Giving Jaron his time to fight the
Jedi Master, let him think that the battle with him was all that was
to come. But in reality, things were not what they seemed. It was
only because of Obi-wan’s quick realization to the matter that they were
alive. His Apprentice had saved him more than once today, and Qui-gon
would not soon forget that.
A second passed, then two. It
would not take them long to figure out that they were firing at
nothing. Qui-gon used every once of power left in him to will them
toward the door. He felt Obi-wan’s power meld with his. Even now, the
battered boy was still fighting.
They seemed to hang in the air
for what seemed like an eternity. It was really only seconds. They
started do descend, gravity catching up with them. For a moment it
seemed as if they would not make it. But they did. Through the wide
doors and over the heads of the guards.
They tumbled down to the
ground. Unfortunately Qui-gon landed face down. Pain was sent searing
to every part of his body as he hit the floor hard on his open wound.
A groan caught in his throat. But he would not quit, he struggled
stand. He then saw Obi-wan beside him, he helped the boy to his feet.
Together Master and Apprentice raced toward
freedom.
***
They ran as fast as their bodies would
allow, Qui-gon leading the way through the labyrinth of hallways. Yet
they were not alone. The guards chased after them. Even though the
one they had been taking orders from was now dead, they still were
following the last command they had been given, “Do not let the Jedi
escape.”
Qui-gon’s lightsaber deflected a blaster bolt as they ran.
Both Jedi knew that their only hope was to escape, for there would not
be much of a fight if there was one. Two battered Jedi with one
lightsaber were not much of a match for as many as forty guards, all
with weapons, all well trained at what they were doing.
Qui-gon
turned and deflected another bolt that had come to close, then
another. The fire was becoming heavy again.
Obi-wan wished for
his lightsaber. At the thought a stray fire caught him across the arm.
Only a flesh wound, but it put a shocking realization on things.
Time was running out.
They ran again, turning down another
corridor. A blaster bolt sizzled by Qui-gon’s ear, taking a few
strands of his hair with it. The bolt was deflected, but not by him.
Something, or someone, else was ahead of them. More blaster fire
flew down the hallway ahead of them, all came back to where they had
come from.
Qui-gon saw it then, three streams of light ahead of
them in the darkness. One blue, one green and the last yellow.
Qui-gon reached out weakly with the Force. Waves of energy came back
to him, of light, of friendship.
They were caught up with them
now, and he could put faces to them now. Two were Jedi Knights that
he did not recognize at the moment. And the other was...
“I don’t
think I’ve ever been quite so glad to see you Mace Windu.” Qui-gon said
a smile appearing on his face.
“Thats because normally you’re
never very happy to see me.” Mace Windu said, as sarcastic smile
searing across his face. The blaster fire was coming close to them
once again. “This way.” Mace said, putting one of Qui-gon’s arms around
his shoulders, letting the weary Jedi master lean on his friend. One
of the other Jedi did the same for Obi-wan, as the third continued to
repel the shots that found them.
Finally they were out of the
old temple...and they were free.
***
As they stepped from the
darkness of the temple into the sunlight, Obi-wan thought that he
would be glad. But his eye’s immediately flung shut in brightness. He
had been in total darkness for hours, days? He had no idea. All
sense of time was gone. The darkness was still in him, still in his
mind, still willing him to go to them. They were whispering at him
still, softly, their words laced with evil. But they could not hurt
him, this he knew. And he was so tired, so very tired.
He
slowly opened his eyes, the light, it was beautiful. He could see
clearly, he was glad to be in the light once more. He had almost
forgotten what it was like. The darkness seemed to loosen his grip on
him allowing him to see clearly with his mind as well.
And with
that peace of mind he let himself fall into
unconsciousness.
***
They ran up the ramp of the ship,
the blasters still firing. Yet they were harmlessly repealed by the
ship’s strong shields. The ramp door shut, were they safe? Qui-gon
would not be satisfied until they were in lightspeed back to Corscant.
Obi-wan was unconscious now. Qui-gon looked at him wordily, the
guilt again washing over him.
“Take off.” Mace told one of the
Jedi, who swiftly ran to the cockpit. “Take Obi-wan to cabin one.” He
told the other. “Master Qui-gon will be in cabin two.” Qui-gon opened
his mouth to protest. He wanted to stay with his Padawan, to be there
to help heal him. Mace stopped him before he could argue. “You need to
rest and heal.” came the commanding yet concerned voice. “You wont do
that by sitting in an uncomfortable chair looking wordily over your
Apprentice.”
The other Jedi had already taken Obi-wan into the
cabin, Qui-gon looked after them.
“Should I even bother arguing?”
He asked, smiling up at Mace who was leading him into the next cabin.
As they entered, Mace helped him to the bed. Qui-gon flinched as he
lay down, his wound still burning, but then relaxed gratefully into
the soft bed.
“You know it wont get you anywhere so you may as
well save your strength.” Mace countered at him. Qui-gon managed a
laugh. “You need not worry about Obi-wan. He will be well cared for.
I will see to that myself.” Mace assured him. He turned to leave the
room. “Sleep now and heal my friend. We will be far away from here and
toward home when you awaken.”
Qui-gon didn’t hear the last part of
what Mace said. He was still back at “my friend.” Glad to hear those
words meat not as a taunt, but as the truth.
Knowing Obi-wan
was safe, and in the hands of people who would help and care for him.
Qui-gon let his weary mind and body rest.