He opened his eyes and felt content. The days meditation was complete. Yet today was different, today was the mark. The large man stood from his meditation in the center of the grand room. The room was dark; he liked the darkness. He would not trade it for anything. Well, except maybe for...no, he could not let his mind wonder to that now. It would cloud his judgment, it would try to make him back down from his task. But he would not bend to it, he knew that this was something that he must do. Perhaps after his mind could rest, finally rest. He strode out of the room that had become sacred to him, dispite what had happened here. It served as a reminder to him, it always helped to remember. Even if he could never possibly forget what had happened.
He walked down the long corridor when an alien being cautiously walked up to him, and bowed. His glittery eyes looked at him with a sense trace of fear, although they were attempting to remain calm. “We are ready to depart. ” the still voice informed him. “The coordinates are set. We await your orders.”
“Very well.” The man said looking down at the alien. “I will be there shortly. We will depart as soon as I board.” The alien bowed respectively , turned and left.
An amused smile appeared on his face. “I look forward to seeing you again, my friend.” He said, though there was no one there to hear him.
****
The streets in the capital of Contsun were the busiest they had been since they day that they had arrived Obi-Wan realized happily. It meant that they’re come here had been a quick success. Of course it normally always was when Jedi were sent in. Yet it still always amazed the Apprentice on how the appearance of two Jedi could turn an event around this quickly.
He and Qui-Gon were greeted warmly on their arrival. It had only been a day and a half since then, and things were already mostly back in order. He had seen events like this unfold before in his Jedi training. The chief of the main food plant needed more workers to provide food for the rapidly growing population. Due to that fact, not enough food was being distributed to the Contsunians. The planets treasurer said that there simply wasn’t enough money to hire the people they need and no way to get it. An argument broke out and no one seemed to be hearing anyone else. Yet, with a few words of wisdom from the Jedi master, a compromise was quickly reached and the planet seemed to be back on track.
They were asked to stay a few more days to make sure that everything was correctly followed though. They accepted, and took to the streets to see how the citizens were reacting. Qui-Gon was ahead of him, weaving in and out of the crowd of people. Obi-Wan was not far behind. All seemed well as far as Obi-Wan could tell. However his master was always telling him that things were not always as they seemed and to look deeper, much deeper at times. But everything was peaceful.
Obi-Wan had been Qui-Gon’s apprentice for years now. He was sixteen, and would be seventeen in a few months. They had been on several diplomatic missions that were suppose to be “routine” however turned out to be not so routine after all. But, Obi-Wan thought with a smile as they passed a dark alley, this mission was quite possibly the most peaceful , and quite certainly routine, that he had ever been on.
With that last thought Obi-Wan let out a quick gasp of surprise. Hands seemed to grab him hard by his shoulders and pull him off his feet, yet there was on one there. He fell hard to the ground on his back. Dispite the pain he immediately began to rise to his feet, but once again the mental hands picked him up and through him against a nearby wall in back of the alley. For a brief second he wondered what could be behind all this, but the thought was quickly banished when pain was sent tingling up his spine. Then he felt something dark around him. It hit him like hot knives on his skin. He reached out for the Force, but whatever this was, it was stronger than him, far stronger. It entered his mind, and melted the mental shield he had quickly put up to protect himself. Then, there was only darkness...
***
Qui-Gon was pleased with what had unfold here on Contsun. All had gone well, as he new it would. Small disputes like this were never much of a problem. The people just needed an outside source to hear both sides and point them in the right direction. Yes all had gone well. So why was there a sense of dread lingering in his mind?
He looked behind him. His Padawan was having a little more trouble than he moving past the waterfall of people, but still managed to keep up at a close distance. Qui-Gon smiled. The boy was probably the best thing that had happened to him in a very long time, he couldn’t imagine ever losing him. Qui-Gon stopped his thought and frowned. Now why would he think of something like that so suddenly? He pondered at his. He had no reason to, Obi-Wan was not going anywhere. It was that feeling of dread. Was it because it was nearing the time when...no, he thought. It was long behind him, it was out of his control and it would not bother him any more.
He reached out with the Force to calm himself. Then something happened.
A dark ripple in the Force passed by him suddenly. He heard Obi-Wan gasp and turned quickly to see the boy being lifted off his feet and thrown into the near by alley.
“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon shouted. He turned and quickly tried to reach his Apprentice. His attempt was in vain though. Contsun was one of the most populated planets in the Galaxy, and the river of people blocked his path.
By the time he shoved his way to the spot where the boy had fallen, he was to late. Obi-Wan was gone. He reached out with the Force to touch the mind of his Padawan, but what came back to him in return made him stager back. A wave of darkness washed over him, but this darkness was familiar. He didn’t think he would ever feel it again, at times he hoped he wouldn’t. Yet here it was, he was here and he had taken his Apprentice.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. He should have been more prepared for this, but he never thought he would come after him. He thought there was still some good left in him. But now it was worse. Because instead of coming after him, he had taken Obi-Wan. He supposed that is what he would have done, but Qui-Gon never believed it possible. But now it was true, and he would have to face him all over again. He opened his eyes which were now distant, looking back toward the past, “Jaron.” He said the name softly, his voice filled with pain and regret.
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Part 2
A slit of light came to him thought the darkness. Obi-Wan cautiously opened his eyes. Everything was burly for a few moments then his vision grew clearer ,with the exception of the blue and purple spots that seemed to dance in the air. His head was pounding uncontrollably, his muscles ached, but for the most part he was all right.
His mind cleared enough that was able to take in the surroundings and the situation.
He was in a mid-sized, dimly lighted room. He was laying on a sleep-couch, his lightsaber, belt, and cloak were gone. His mind fuzzed in and out. Where was he? Why was he here? Then he remembered. Remembered the pain. Remembered the darkness...
His thoughts were interrupted when the door slid open and four alien creatures strode in. Obi-Wan sat up, looking at the them. They were mid-height, with glossy, gleaming skin and glittering eyes. All four held blasters pointed at his chest. Guards no less. Without a word, one of the guards motioned for him to stand. He did so quickly, ignoring his throbbing head. He was already forming a plan. ‘Four guards with blasters were still no match for a Jedi, Apprentice or not, even without a weapon.’ Obi-Wan thought. The nearest guard was moving around him to cuff his hands. Obi-Wan was gathering the Force around him to rip the man’s blaster right out of his hand. However before he could complete his attempt, an onslaught of pain ripped though his mind. It felt as if someone was sticking him with hundreds of hot needles. The sensation almost sent him crashing to his knees. The guards took this opportunity to quickly cuff his hands behind his back and shoved him though the door.
The walked down a long corridor for what seemed like an eternity. The pain in Obi-Wan’s mind subsisted some, enough to notice that they were in what looked like an ancient tomb of some sort. As they walked, he could feel a sense of doom drawing closer to him. He looked around him, all four blasters still pointed at him. No windows, no open doors, no where to run to, and for the moment, no escape. Yet he didn’t even know what he was trying to escape from.
Finally they reached what he assumed was their destination. They halted in front of a large and decorated door. When it swung open Obi-Wan staggered back. The room before him was overflowing with dark energy, doom, death, hatred, the Dark Side. Obi-Wan felt fear start to bloom inside of him as the guard shoved him into the room, and slammed the door shut behind him. The darkness was overwhelming, there was no where to run from it. He remembered a lecture from Yoda which seemed like eons ago, “Places there are which are strong with the Dark side.” The master had said. “Domains of evil they are. Strong you must be to save yourself, and others.” Obi-Wan tried to calm his mind and banish the darkness. His attempted to concentrate was broken when a voice cut through the room.
“Welcome Obi-Wan Kanobi. I am glad to see you awake and well.” the man’s voice said.
Obi-Wan could not see. He reached out with the Force to be his eyes. There, in the middle of the room. A man, human, as tall, if not taller than Qui-Gon. Under any other circumstances he would have been able to get the entire picture of the man. However with the darkness swirling about his mind. He was finding it difficult to concentrate.
“Perhaps this will help.” The man said. And instantly the room became dimly lit by candles that flickered on around the chamber.
Now Obi-Wan could see him clearly. His hair was dark brown which went down past his ears. His eyes were the color of Qui-Gon’s lightsaber. He wore black, which was the color Obi-Wan sensed from this man.
“I am sorry for any discomfort I might have caused you, young Padawan. But it was important for me to stop your use of the Force.” He said with an amused, but seemingly vicious smile. Yet at least Obi-Wan was getting some mild answers. But he needed more.
“Who are you?” Obi-Wan said in a demanding voice. “What is this...place?” A coldness developed around him. Obi-Wan wanted to shiver, but managed to push it aside.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Master Jaron Nien.” He said bowing toward the apprentice. “And you are on Randon.”
“Master?” Obi-Wan sounded disgusted. “Master of what?”
“Why, Master of the Force. Just not the side you are familiar with I’m afraid.” Jaron said, taking a few steps in Obi-Wan’s direction.
Obi-Wan believed this. He had never felt so much dark power before. He shuttered at the thought. “Why have you brought me here?” he asked struggling to meet Jaron’s gaze, who was only a few feet away from him now.
“Quite simple really.” He said, looking down at the Padawan. “Your coming here is somewhat of an invitation to your master.”
‘Which is a nice way of saying I’m bait.’ Obi-Wan wanted to say aloud, but decided against it. This meant that his master was in danger, and he had no way of warning him. “What do you want with Master Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan asked, his voice icy.
“We were friends, long ago. Yet he betrayed me. In the worse way a person could be betrayed.” Jaron’s voice was bitter, with fragments of hatred.
“I’ve heard that line before.” Obi-Wan spat, remembering his Qui-Gon’s former apprentice. Who had tried to turn him away from his soon to be master. “It didn’t work then and it wont work now.”
“I thought as much.” Jaron said, a smile beginning to crawl up his face. “But I do wish you to hear my side before you close your mind to me. After all, isn’t that what your master has taught you? To hear both sides first, then make a decision.”
“Take your time.” Obi-Wan said with more than a hint of sarcasm. “It doesn’t look as if I’m going anywhere anytime soon.”
Jaron laughed , “Now I can see why Qui-Gon chose you for his apprentice.” He said, cupping his hand around Obi-Wan’s chin. “You are just as headstrong as he once was, so many years ago.”
Obi-Wan jerked his face away from the man’s grip and lost his gaze, not really wanting to return it.
Jaron smiled , “They had a name for Qui-Gon and I when we were children in the Jedi temple.” He began. “They called us “The brothers.” for we were as close as any blood brothers, friends till the bitter end. We were never far apart from each other. Where one of us was, you could bet the other was not far behind. Some said we even looked the same, and could only be told apart by our lightsabers.” The man said. Obi-Wan turned his head back and looked at the man, but this time the cold gaze of the man was not on him. He was looking beyond Obi-Wan, looking back toward the past. “We were taken on as Padawan learners at the same time. Even though we were unable to see each other all the time we were still friends. I had thought we always would be...but I was wrong.” The voice was filled with what Obi-Wan thought was sadness and regret, Obi-Wan continued listening.
“He became a Jedi Knight before I did. I remember being there to wish him well on his first solo mission as a full Jedi. Reminding him that if he needed me, if he ever needed me, I would be there to help him.” Jaron’s said, the last of those words become harsh. “While he was on that mission I was here, on Randon with my Master. Trying to settle disputes with the near by system of Mandor, who were on the verge of attack.
“The Randonians believed that the appearance of two Jedi would be enough calm the neighboring system and allow them to reach a compromise. But they were wrong. Our coming here only enraged the Manorians further, and there was to be no compromise.
“But my master did not give up. He believe that a settlement could be made, and arranged to have a meeting with the Prime Minister of Mandor, alone, in a neutral place.” He circled his hand in the air, “In this place.” he grew quite now, but continued speaking. “As much as I advised against it my master came to this place to discuss peace, ordering me to stay and protect the Randonians. It would be the last order he would ever give me.” He closed his eyes and slowly walked toward the center of the room. Then he turned back to Obi-Wan and looked in the boys eyes. “Even a Jedi Master can only hold off thirty well trained Mandorian guards firing at him at point blank range for so long, young Kanobi. As I’m sure Qui-Gon has told you, we are not invincible.”
‘We? Meaning We Jedi?’ Obi-Wan thought. ‘How could he still consider himself a Jedi when he has become everything a Jedi is not.’ He pondered this silently and listened on.
“I knew when it happened. I ran here as fast as my legs could carry me. Hoping that there was still something that I could do, but it was to late.” He gestured to the spot where he was standing. “I found him laying here, cut down but a storm of blaster fire. My great master, who had been closer to me than even Qui-Gon, was dead.”
The hurt in the man’s eyes made the Apprentice’s heart wrench. Obi-Wan had never lost anyone that close to him. All of his friends had become Padawans, farmers, or healer Apprentices by now. True he did not see or talk to them as much anymore, but they were still there, they were still alive. And to lose his master. Obi-Wan could not even begin to consider what would happen if Qui-Gon were dead. The Jedi Master had taken him as his apprentice, although it took a bit of convincing. And even if they didn’t agree all the time, Qui-Gon was still his best friend, mentor, and family. His heart went out to the pain that Jaron must have felt.
Then Obi-Wan remembered that his hands were chained behind his back. He gave himself a mental shake. ‘Stop it.’ He told himself firmly. ‘This man has kidnapped you, filled you with darkness, and is using to lure your master here, no doubtedly to try and kill him. So stop feeling sorry for him and start trying to figure out a way out of this!’ His musings were interrupted by Jaron, resuming his story after a long, reflective pause.
“Never will I understand why my master trusted the Mandor. I told him not to go, I warned him of a possible trap, I told him not to trust them. But he told me that if there was to be peace there must be a certain amount of trust. I don’t know if he sensed the ambush before it happened. Perhaps he did, or perhaps he didn’t. But what I do know is that his death left a hole in me, that never healed.” He paused, then began again.
“And, adding insult to injury, the ones who did this could not be brought to justice. After my master’s death the Jedi Council and the Republic got involved. But there was no evidence to link it to the Mandarians. It seemed, coincidentally, that the speeder they were using to reach the temple from their camp in the outskirts had technical problems and never reached the destination.
“And the death of my master, why it could have been a group of smugglers who had taken refuge in the ancient temple and didn’t like an unexpected visor dropping in. There was no evidence to confirm or deny, so the courts had no choice but to drop the case.” Jaron’s brow curled, his eyes glaring. “But I needed no proof. I didn’t need a court to tell me what was and what was not. The Manorians like to use fear to manipulate. They knew that if they could show their power by killing a Jedi Master, that Randon would bow to their wishes. Perhaps they did not think that the Republic would get involved as they rarely do.” He spat out the words. “And they got away with such a crime. For awhile at least.”
“I begged the Jedi council to bring justice by allowing me to track down my master’s murderous. But they told me no. Their old Jedi ways thought it better to move on from the past then to make a wrong right. Yes it was a terrible tragedy that my master was gone, and he would be missed by all Jedi, they told me. But there was peace in Randon and Mandor again, perhaps because of my master. And he died nobly doing what a Jedi does, trying to bring peace.” His voice was full of disgust.
Obi-Wan still wasn’t seeing how his master fit into all of this. All of this was quite unfortunate, but what of Qui-Gon and his “supposed” betrayal? At this thought Obi-Wan got his answer.
“Because the Council denied me I went to the one other person I knew I could trust. I asked Qui-Gon to help me. I wanted to avenge my masters death, and I new I couldn’t do it alone.” Jaron returned his gaze at Obi-Wan now, but it was different, as cold a night on a planet with a far way sun. It sent a shiver up Obi-Wan’s spine. “The last person in the galaxy who I thought would refuse to help me did. He agreed with the Jedi council and told me to try to move on. I don’t believe I had ever felt so alone in my life. I told him that I would bring justice to those who deserved it, and to those who refused to help me would one day suffer. At that I left the Jedi and came back to Randon.” “I helped them settle some lingering disputes, and rebuild their planet which was almost lost.”
“But not without cost.” Obi-Wan spoke up for the first time in what seemed like forever. What he said was not a question. Jaron smiled at him amused.
“Very perceptive of you, young one. Yes there was a cost. I was in no mood to do anything out of the kindness of my heart..” He told the Padawan.
Obi-Wan wondered if the man had any of a heart left.
“The cost of my service to them was only two things. This place,” he gestured around the large room. “I meditated here, for hours on end. Focusing on my anger and want of revenge,”
‘Dark meditation.’ Obi-Wan thought silently. ‘No wonder this place is crawling with darkness.’
“Once I felt I was strong enough I left for awhile. A few days later the Prime Minister of Mandor was found dead. With no one to link to the killing.” He peered at Obi-Wan, smiling evilly. “After that I stayed here, for many years. All the while becoming stronger and more powerful. Now my power is at its peek. I am ready to make the others suffer.”
“And the other part of your deal with the Randon people?” Obi-Wan asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“A favor.” Jaron said simply. “To be called on whenever I needed it.”
“And that was for them to help you with your plan to make Qui-Gon suffer. Is that it?” Obi-Wan said assertively.
“Quite right. But don’t flatter your Master to much.” He said mockingly. “I plan to go against all those who refused me. The entire Jedi Council if I must. However Qui-Gon is first, because his betrayal of me hurt almost as much as my master’s death.” There seemed to be real hurt in his voice.
“Why are you telling me this?” Obi-Wan asked, genuinely curious. Jaron apparently didn’t expect Obi-Wan to live much past today. He had just told him that he was going to move against the Jedi Council. He wouldn’t risk Obi-Wan’s being able to warn them. Or perhaps he would try to turn the Apprentice against his master and over to the Dark side, which was a fate worse than death. ‘But he’s not going to get the chance to do either.’ Obi-Wan thought.
“For your own benefit.” he said, sounding truthful. “Qui-Gon cannot be trusted. I found this out the painful way. After all I had done for him, and all we had been through together. Always with the talk of being there for each other no matter what. But the one time I asked for his help he refused me. Don’t place to much trust in him Obi-Wan, you are likely to regret it in the end. And be hurt by it as I was.”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “There was no way Qui-Gon could have done what you asked of him.” He said, with a voice that was almost respectable...almost. “You were asking him to go against his training, his own master, and everything that he believed and knew was right. Maybe if things were turned around you would have made the same decision. I would have, and I would stand by it. As I stand by my master.”
Jaron gave him an icy stare, yet the Jedi Apprentice caught the gaze and kept it. After moments that seemed like hours, Jaron’s look on Obi-Wan softened, and he smiled. “As I said, I thought as much. I would have stood by my master till the bitter end as well, were I given the chance.” He walked back over to where Obi-Wan was standing. “Yes I must say I admire Qui-Gon’s choice in his Padawan.” He smiled, then strode to the door. “I must bid you farewell for now, young Kanobi. It is becoming late and I must prepare for my friends arrival.”
Obi-Wan felt his jaw drop. He was going to leave him here, in this place full of darkness? Then his thoughts turned to Qui-Gon. How would he warn him of the dangers that awaited him?
“Don’t strain yourself with the attempt, Padawan.” He smiled at Obi-Wan’s thought. “Something tells me you will be needing your strength.”
He laughed, and as the door shut, the candles went out at once. Obi-Wan was alone, in the darkness.
He forced himself to remain calm, dispite the dread he felt. Then he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned quickly, but nothing was there. ‘Don’t panic.’ he told himself. ‘It wont do you any good. Stay calm!’ he focused his energies on the cuffs that bound his hands. He managed to bend the Force enough to remove them. He rubbed his wrists, glad to have his hands free. Now he tried, with all his might, to send a warning to his master. But as before with the guards, a shot of pain went through him and he could not complete his thought.
Again he thought he saw something, a form in the darkness. His eyes grew wide.
“No!” he said aloud. “Its not true, its not real.” He said into the void. Things were crawling at him now, on his skin, in his mind. And this time, the pain would not go away, not allowing him to focus, try as he might.
It was overwhelming now. Between the pain and the darkness, he groaned and sunk to his knees. Trying desperately to remember the light, and call on it. But it was no use, and the darkness kept crawling around him.
Just outside the room, Jaron was smiling.
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Part 3
Qui-Gon sat in the cockpit of the Constunian ship, trying to remain focused. But his mind kept wandering.
Once he realized what had happened, he immediately went to the Constun Council and told them that there was an emergency and he needed a ship. The treasurer was reluctant to loan one of their scares number of ships to the Jedi Master. However, the Prime Minister graciously allowed the use of the ship and anything else that he needed in thanks for the help that the Jedi had shown them.
When he entered the ship he sent a transmission to the Jedi Council, which was answered almost this instantly by Yoda.
Qui-Gon thought back to the conversation.
*****
“Felt it, I have.” The holographic transmission of the old Jedi said. “certain you are of who wields it?”
“Yes.” Qui-Gon said grimly. “It is Jaron. His touch of the Force is one that I could not forget.”
Yoda nodded thoughtfully. “A bond as deep is not forgotten.” Yoda said, catching Qui-Gon’s eye. “Why this is, go you should not.”
Qui-Gon was about to open his mouth to protest but Yoda put up a quick hand to silence him. “To strong are your emotions Qui-Gon. Cloud your judgment it will. Sending other Jedi am I. Those who did not hold the bonds you held with him.”
As Yoda said this Qui-Gon was shaking his head. “That will take to long Master.” He countered. “And I will not leave Obi-Wan there.”
“Help your Padawan you will not by walking into a trap. Know this you do.” Yoda remarked.
“Yes I know.” He replied. “But it is me that Jaron is after. Thats why he took Obi-Wan. If another Jedi shows up Jaron will kill him.”
“Know this you do not Qui-Gon. Patience you must have, think of your Apprentice you must.” Yoda said quickly.
“I am.” Qui-Gon said softly. “This is the only way Master Yoda.”
Yoda paused and looked away for a second. Then he looked back up, once again caching Qui-Gon’s gaze. “Go then.” he said. “But the Jaron you face will not be the Jaron who you look back to see. Remember this you must.”
Qui-Gon seemed to look distant, he only nodded in response.
“May the Force be with you.” Yoda finished, then disconnected the transmission.
At that, Qui-Gon leaned over and set the coordinates for the Randon system...
****
Qui-Gon tried not to let the guilt pass over him. But try as he might, he absorbed it more and more. Obi-Wan had nothing to do with this. He was not even a thought in the Force when this happened. Yet Jaron was using him to make Qui-Gon feel pain. And what of the pain that Obi-Wan may be feeling?
Every time he had tried to contact his Padawan through the Force, all he got in return was the same darkness he had felt earlier.
Had he failed his Padawan by not telling him about Jaron? Was he to tell his apprentice of every former enemy? ‘No’ Qui-Gon told himself. That was not the way. He had no way of knowing that Jaron would come after him like this. Even with the threats of revenge he made long ago. But perhaps, because of the day, he should have seen something coming.
Master Dundeen Hunen, Jaron’s former master, had been a great Jedi.
And on this very day, many years ago, he was killed.
This day had always been a hard one for Qui-Gon. He remembered the look on his former friends face when he had refused to help in his attempt for revenge. The sound of his voice when he spoke the words of a curse of pain and suffering to the person he considered his last friend. Qui-Gon often thought of it, but it always seemed stronger on this day.
As the years passed with no word from Jaron, he wondered if the threat would ever be carried out. He had never thought it true. He always believed that there was some good left somewhere in Jaron and that he only needed help finding it. This was why he was so unprepared for the unthinkable. But this was worse. Because it was not his life in jeopardy, but Obi-Wan’s. Would Jaron try to turn him to the Dark Side? To lose him, as he had lost Jaron and Xanatose? His heart wrenched at the thought.
A silent thought crossed deep within his mind. ‘How many people must I lose?’ it said.
“Help your Padawan it will not.” Yoda’s voice came into recollection.
Qui-Gon held tight to that thought.
“Yoda is right, as usual.” He said allowed. “My bond with Jaron is not what it once was. And the one I hold with Obi-Wan is far stronger.”
Qui-Gon pushed his thoughts of the past and of Obi-Wan aside, and sat in meditation. Not knowing, yet knowing in a way, what was to come.
* * *
Obi-Wan sat in the pure black room; his eyes closed, breathing heavily. It was only by sheer will that he didn’t fall clear on his back and just sleep. If he did that then he new the darkness would win. It would cover him completely, and take him away. He wouldn't allow that to happen. He had fought this far. And even if the evil still swirled in his mind, it hadn’t taken him.
Although he told himself he was stronger than it, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could withstand it. It had been so strong the first time, and when it came back, it would be even stronger.
***
They were all around him now. The people who he cared for the most, but he wasn’t happy to see them.
One by one they were being cut down by something he could not see...and could not fight. He heard them scream in pain. They were being tortured, and he was meant to watch.
There in the corner, it was Brant. He only heard her scream, then the blood was on the floor. He tried to go to her, but the pain in his head...he couldn’t stand. He pushed it aside and managed to get to his feet. Then he felt things crawling on him, all over his body. He felt the urge to brush them away, but there was nothing there. They forced him back to his knees, and to watch another of his friends die painfully.
“No.” he said softly. “This can’t be.” But the worse was yet to come.
He saw a small figure before him. It was Master Yoda. Yoda who had taught him, and who always seemed to believe in him, who was the strongest Jedi Master, like the others, was cut down right before him.
Obi-Wan felt the fear in him growing stronger. He had the wanted run and hide, but he could not hide from this. It was everywhere. He then wanted to fight.
His thoughts were interrupted when a new figure came into view. It was a tall man, with hair that went past his shoulders, and eyes the color of a clear sky.
“Master?” Obi-Wan said in horror. Knowing what was to come. And his thoughts were correct. In the blink of an eye, Qui-Gon staggered back, pain was written on his face. Obi-Wan looked down and there was a large gash across his master’s midsection from what looked like a lightsaber. Then, the person he considered his father, fell dead.
“NO!” Obi-Wan cried. The want to fight suddenly because a ocean of rage that washed over him. The dark things that griped him slowly let go, and he was on his feet.
His teeth clenched, his body stiff, and with anger all around him, he beckoned at the things that hurt the ones he loved.
“Come out and face me!” he yelled into the black room, his anger only growing. Then he felt it. The darkness seemed to be happy with his anger, urging him to turn it to hate. *yes* it told him, *give into your anger, make it hate. You will become powerful and they will be avenged.*
Obi-Wan suddenly realized what was happening. Tears formed in his eyes. This was not him he new. And what was happening around him was not real. He would fight it like he fought any enemy, with the Light Side of the Force.
He closed his eyes, blinking back tears, and tiredly let his body relax as much as it would allow. Then he concentrated on the Force, but he side he new. The side of warmth, of goodness, and of hope. Then the vision of evil began to fade, and he was alone in the room once more.
In that state of mind he had almost enough strength to contact his master. But once again the darkness crawled at him and, knowing he was weakened by his struggles, brought him to his knees once more...
******
And there he stayed. And although the darkness threatened to bring him down he fought them with what little strength he had left. And he would keep fighting until he were dead if it came to that. But he would not give into the Dark Side.
He had come close to it though. Even if it was only an image seeing his master fall dead was more than he could bear. But then he remembered Jaron, and what he had become. He understood now what Jaron had went though, and could grasp what he had felt. But there was one thing that Jaron forgot when it had happened; one very important thing. He forgot his master. All of the teachings of his master, all the training, all the emotions that he had felt for him. Jaron had gotten so caught up in himself and his want for revenge, and he forgot it all.
‘But I will not forget.’ Obi-Wan thought silently. ‘I will never forget.’
Just then the door opened, and Jaron strode in. He was standing over him. Although Obi-Wan didn’t look up, he could feel Jaron’s eyes piercing through him.
“I see you have gained Qui-Gon’s stubbornness as well.” An amused Jaron said. “He never knew when to give up.”
Obi-Wan looked up to where Jaron’s voice was coming. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could make out the lines of the man’s face.
“I can sense your weariness, young Kanobi. Give into the dark side. Save yourself the agony and just let go.” Jaron willed him.
Obi-Wan pushed himself to his feet, his legs wavering. He shook his head clear, ignoring the eerie things still pulling at his mind. He once again stared at Jaron. “Never.” he said with as much confidence as he could manage. “I will never give in. Not to the darkness...and not to you.” Jaron looked as if he was going to speak, but before he could his comlink buzzed.
“Yes?” he said clearly into the small communicator.
“A ship has just landed sir.” The voice answered. “Constunian Class.”
An ear to ear smile appeared on Jaron’s face. “Excellent.” he replied,
“Allow him to enter and have it so he finds his way here. But captain tell the guards to be alert. We wouldn’t want things to be to easy on him.”
Obi-Wan listened in horror. Qui-Gon was being led into a trap and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He wouldn’t give up. Perhaps if he caught Jaron off guard. He knew his effort would most likely be in vain, but he had to try.
*’Master don’t! Jaron...’* The pain again, in his head, stronger this time. He instantly fell to his knees catching himself with his hands.
“Save yourself some pain, Obi-Wan.” He heard the voice say. Obi-Wan looked up at Jaron with blurred eyes.
“You can’t do this.” Obi-Wan croaked out.
“Oh yes I can. And I will.” He said mockingly. “This is my time now young Padawan. All that is left to do is wait.”
* * *
Qui-Gon stepped off of the ship and started through the woods of Randon. He could feel the point of darkness, all he needed was follow it. He was lost in his own thoughts when he heard Obi-Wan’s voice in his mind sending him a warning. He message was cut short though, followed by pain and darkness.
Qui-Gon cringed at Obi-Wan’s pain. He managed a small smile. ‘Loyal Padawan.’ he thought to the boy although knowing he could not hear him. ‘I know of the dangers of which you speak. But his is the only way. The past has caught up with me once again, and I must turn to face it.’
He had reached his destination now. An old temple with high towers and broken statues scattered about. The beautiful piece of ancient architecturey was overflowing with darkness. What once might have been a place of protection from evil, was now a pillar of evil itself.
The door was not guarded and Qui-Gon casualty walked in. He looked around as he entered, still nothing. ‘To easy.’ he thought to himself. His senses were on full alert. All he had on his side now was the Force. In an instant his lightsaber was activated and deflecting a blaster bolt that came out of the shadows. It was followed by another, then another.
But he deflected them all with ease. From another corner came more firing. Qui-Gon decided that he best leave this place, but something pulled at his mind. He ignored it for the time, the blaster fire becoming heavier.
He chose a hallway and ran down it, his lightsaber still humming. He jumped back when the Force warned him of danger, and more blaster fire came from another hallway. He turned into another hall, yet the same thing happened. A storm of blaster fire by the shimmery skinned Randonian’s, and he was forced down another hallway.
‘They are driving me somewhere.’ he knew. ‘Into the trap that Obi-Wan warned of.’ Yet wherever he was going he knew it would lead to Jaron, and Obi-Wan. Therefore he played into their game of cat and mouse. As he turned the a corner again, he could feel the sense of doom growing.
He was in a long corridor now, and the blaster fire was coming from behind him. Then in a blink it was coming from ahead of him as well. He noticed he was stopped in front of a door. It opened, and a flood of darkness washed over him. The blaster fire becoming increasingly heavy, he was forced inside. The door slammed shut, and there was only darkness. He remained calm, remembering the light. Knowing that although the darkness was strong, he was stronger.
His lightsaber gave off a faint green glow in the darkness, but its light wasn’t enough to see by. He stretched out with the Force to search the room. A familiar voice pierce through the dark room.
“It is good to see you again my old friend. I have been expecting you.”
“It has been a long time Jaron.” Qui-Gon answered.
“Yes Qui-Gon.” Jaron replied amused. “A very long time.”
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Part 4
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 guards 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.
“That’s 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 Coruscant.
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 won’t 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 meant 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.
Part 5
They were boys again, playing in the river behind the Jedi Temple. All was well, and nothing could hurt or come between them.
Then one boy cringed in pain, looking down at a hole in his chest. “How could you do this Qui-Gon? I thought we were friends?” The young voice of Jaron said hurtfully.
A young Qui-Gon looked at his friend, frightened. “I’m sorry Jaron...I didn’t mean...please forgive me!” He pleaded.
But before he could receive an answer, Jaron fell. And the river carried him away...
***
Qui-Gon woke with a start, bead of sweat trickling down his face. It had been a dream.
He sat up in the cabin’s bed. His wound had been bandaged, but had not healed.
‘If only this had all been a dream.’ He thought. But it hadn’t. Jaron was gone, killed at his hands. Obi-Wan was hurt, perhaps not by his hands, but in a way it was so. The guilt that had never gone away had come surfaced again. How was he ever to forget it?
Just then the door opened and Mace Windu strode in. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Is Obi-Wan all right?” Qui-Gon asked, ignoring what Mace had just asked him.
Mace nodded, “He is stable. The injuries in his mind are more severe then the ones on his body.”
‘Obi-Wan. This is all my fault.’ Qui-Gon thought, his mind brimming with guilt.
Although Mace could not sense exactly what his friend was thinking, he knew what he was feeling. “You are a Jedi Master Qui-Gon.” he said. “Jedi Masters know when they have made a mistake, then they act on it, ask forgiveness if it is needed, they may even feel guilty. Yet they shouldn’t do those things if the fault is not theirs.”
“Jedi Masters also shouldn’t get their Padawan’s into situations such as the one I allowed Obi-Wan in.” Qui-Gon countered, staring out the window at the purples and blues of hyperspace.
“No one could have foreseen what would happen. The Dark Side is hard to see, you know that as well as I do. Jaron was the reason for this Qui-Gon, not you.” Mace comforted.
“I should have tried to save him long ago. I could have brought him back then, stopped this before it happened.” Qui-Gon said painfully.
“He chose the path, he followed it to its end. You killed him yes. But in the end it was the path destroyed him Qui-Gon, not you.” Mace said, placing a hand on his friends shoulder.
Yes, Mace was right he knew. Qui-Gon did not lead Jaron to the Dark Side. The choice had been his, and Qui-Gon could not have changed that. True there are things in the past that he would have changed, but those things were behind him, and they can not be recaptured. He was always telling Obi-Wan to concentrate on the Here and Now. It was time that he start taking his own advice.
“All will be well in time, my friend.” Mace said, interrupting Qui-Gon’s thoughts. “However may I make a suggestion?”
“Of course. Please don’t stop speaking your mind on my account.” Qui-Gon answered in a playful fashion.
“Oh don’t worry I wouldn’t dream of it.” Mace said cheerfully. His cheerfulness suddenly vanished, becoming more serious. “I suggest you go see your Padawan.” he said, “He has been asking for you in his sleep. The darkness still has some hold on his mind.”
Qui-Gon nodded.
“And give him this.” Mace added, pulling a lightsaber off of his belt.
Obi-Wan’s lightsaber.
Qui-Gon stared at it, almost in disbelief.
“I found it before we entered the temple.” Mace said before Qui-Gon could ask where he had uncovered his Padawan’s weapon. “It was on a stone table. Judging from the dried blood, it was where sacrifices were once made.” Mace said, looking at Qui-Gon thoughtfully.
Qui-Gon stared at Mace for a second, but said nothing. There was nothing to say.
Slowly he let his hand grip around the cool metal of the lightsaber. The Jedi gazed at the weapon; wondering what would have happened if things had not gone the way they had.
After a moment or to he remembered where he was, and what was important. Obi-Wan needed him now. He stood and headed toward the door. Yet before he left he turned toward Mace. “Thank you, my friend.” he said. Then he made his way down the ship to where his Apprentice lay injured.
***
There was no where to run from it. It was all around him, and it would not leave him alone. There was no light, there was only darkness. It was holding him, speaking softly into his ear, whispering words of evil. All was lost.
“Obi-Wan?” a voice said to him though the blackness. He recognized the voice.
“Master?” He said doubtfully. Because it couldn’t be his Master. His master was dead. He had seen him cut down by the darkness, as he did all of the people he cared for. Yet...
No, something wasn’t right. It was slowly coming to him. His master wasn’t dead. They had escaped. He had been in the light, the warm, beautiful light. The darkness had given up his hold on him then, but it had reclaimed him. But he would not let it continue. He had had enough of their words, their evil. He remembered the light, and remembered that he was a Jedi, and he would fight.
Then the darkness lifted like fog, and there was light once more.
* * *
Obi-Wan’s eyelids felt like they weight a ton, yet he forced himself to keep them open. His vision was blurred, and could only make out the faint lines of the objects around him.
“Obi-Wan?” he heard the voice beckon him again. He turned his head to the direction where the voice came. His vision was still clouded, but he knew who the voice belonged to without having to see the face.
“Master?” he said weakly. He felt Qui-Gon place a hand on his forehead.
Moments later his vision cleared, and he was able to see what was happening around him. He was on a ship, moving quickly through hyperspace. To Coruscant? To home? And there was his master, standing over him, always watchful. But his eyes, they seemed different somehow. They were distant, and sorrow filled.
“Are you all right, my Padawan?” Qui-Gon asked him, his hand moving from Obi-Wan's forehead to his hand.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, his voice not as curtain as he would have liked it to be. “I think so. Are you all right Master.”
Qui-Gon’s eyes looked deeper into Obi-Wan. He knew that all was not well with the boys mind. “Are you all right, Obi-Wan?” he asked again, his voice stronger than before.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, not able to keep his master’s gaze any longer.
“There was...so much darkness.” he said quietly with a hint of fear that he dare not show. He did not want fear to bring them back, the voices, the whispering, the darkness.
Qui-Gon must have sensed this. His hand griped tighter around Obi-Wan’s. “I know.” Qui-Gon replied comfortingly. “And I am very proud of you.”
Obi-Wan looked at his master, surprise written all over his face. “Proud of me?”
“There comes a time in the life of every Jedi when they must face a place filled with darkness.” Qui-Gon began. “At times it is a test that the master will give to an apprentice. Other times it is unexpected, and unprepared for. The darkness sends forth images of evil, images that will sway a person from the Light Side of the Force to the Dark Side.
“Many times the person will give into their anger, and use that to fight the images. Not realizing that this is what the darkness wants, until it is to late. They give into the darkness. Even if it is only for a few moments.” The Jedi stated, he said calmly and purely
“But I did!” Obi-Wan cried, his voice straining. “I was angry. I called to the darkness. I wanted revenge, I wanted it to feel pain for what it had done. And it spoke to me...” He closed his eyes again. Afraid that if he talked of it any longer the voices would return.
“But you pulled away, Obi-Wan. Even in the mists of all that darkness, all of the anger and evil, you were able to remember the light and call on it. You succeeded where many have failed. Where I once failed.” Qui-Gon smiled down at him. Then said in a softer manner, “And because of that we are alive. You saved us both, Obi-Wan.”
The weary Apprentice turned to his master and smiled slightly, yet it faded quickly. There was still something in Qui-Gon’s expression, in his eyes, that told Obi-Wan that not all was well in his master’s mind. He saw the bruise on his Master’s jaw. The realized then what it was. “I’m sorry Master.” he said with regret. Now it was Qui-Gon who was barring a look of utter surprise. “For what?”
“For Jaron.” Obi-Wan said simply, yet his voice remorseful. Qui-Gon’s composure changed at the sound of the name. “There are many things,” started the anguish filled voice, “in the past which we would go back and change were we given the chance.”
The heartache that was written on Qui-Gon’s face made Obi-Wan want to burst into tears. He listened on though. Not wanting to miss one of his master’s words.
“Things always seem different when we look back on them. Jaron had been a good friend, and that was what I looked back on. Our friendship. But that was not the Jaron who I knew in that room. The Jaron I remember would not have taken someone who I care about to make me suffer.” The Jedi said.
“It was because of his master’s death.” Obi-Wan said before he even knew he was speaking. “He wanted revenge on you, the Jedi Council, everyone who didn’t help him. He felt betrayed.” Obi-Wan didn’t quite know why he was saying these things that Qui-Gon already knew.
“And what do you think, Obi-Wan? Did I make the right choice by refusing to help the person who was my most trusted friend?” Qui-Gon asked, knowing his Padawan’s answer before it came. And it came quickly.
“Of course.” Obi-Wan said without a thought. “You could not do what he asked you to do. You could have helped him work though his feelings of his master’s death. But he didn’t want that. He only wanted revenge. He made the wrong choice, not you.”
Qui-Gon smiled at his Apprentice’s words. “Jaron forgot a great deal.” Qui-Gon stated. “Such as how his master would live on in death.”
“Because he went back to the Force.” Obi-Wan replied.
“Yes, Obi-Wan, but in another way as well.” Qui-Gon explained, staring at his Padawan who looked genuinely confused. “One day you will become a Jedi Knight, and you will take on a Padawan as all Jedi do. You will train them with the best of your ability using the teachings which I have taught you. Then when your apprentice is a Jedi, they too will take on a Padawan and teach them. And so on and so forth. So you see Obi-Wan, we do not die, because we live on in others.
“And even though Jaron never took on an apprentice, his master still lives on because he is remembered. He is remembered by those who cared for him, who will not let his memory die.” Qui-Gon paused, his smile fading slowly. “Which is why that I hope that the memory of the Jaron I remember from our childhood will live on, not the Jaron who was consumed by the Dark Side.
“That man in black was not a friend, was not my “brother” from long ago.” The Jedi Master said. He looked warmly at Obi-Wan. “He was a man who was trying to steal my son from me.”
At those words, Obi-Wan felt a tear roll down his cheek. Obi-Wan sat up and embraced his Master, who returned the gesture.
“These are hard times, my boy.” Qui-Gon said to him softly. “But we will get though them. Not only as Master and Apprentice, but as Father and Son.”
A few more tears slid down Obi-Wan’s face. The embrace seemed to last for a lifetime. It was broken when the sounds of footsteps which entered the room.
“Forgive me, Obi-Wan.” The familiar voice of Mace Windu said. “But your master needs to rest as do you.”
“Yes, Master Windu.” Obi-Wan said while wiping his damp cheeks with the back of his hand.
Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan back down to the pillow. “Rest now, my Padawan. I’m curtain that by the time you awaken we will be home.” Before standing to leave Qui-Gon placed Obi-Wan’s lightsaber beside him on the bed. Obi-Wan’s hand found his weapon which he had thought was lost for good. Glad to know that it was with him once more.
His Master smiled down at him, then turned to leave the room.
“Rest well young Apprentice.” Master Windu said, then he too left the room.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, but did not sleep. After all that had happened, being on a ship on his way back home seemed so unreal. Being back in the apartment in the Jedi Temple would be a welcome gift. But once they were there, would things return to the way they were? Would things ever be the way they were ever again?
His mind wondered to thoughts of Jaron, who was dead, gone back to the Force. He truly believed that Jaron was not a bad person. Just someone who had gotten lost. Obi-Wan still wished things could have been different. But it could only be that, a wish. Not wanting to think anymore for the moment, Obi-Wan quieted his mind.
After a short time he was deeply asleep.
* * *
Back at Coruscant, things still were not as they should be.
They had been home for three days now. Although the healing proses should have already begun, it had not.
Qui-Gon’s wound had not healed, and the pain was still there as well. It had been made with evil and such things take longer mend. As was true for the pain in his mind.
Obi-Wan had not gotten a full nights rest since their return. He would thrash in his sleep, pleading with the darkness in him to leave him and the one he cared for be. He would awaken in a cold sweat, taking quite awhile to remember where he was. Or he would not awaken, and Qui-Gon would have to take the boy by his shoulders and send him warm and caring thoughts through the Force. At those thoughts he would wake in a frightened start. Qui-Gon would hold the stiff figure then. Reminding him that he was safe, that the darkness couldn’t touch him, because he was stronger than it, that *they* were stronger than it.
But Qui-Gon wondered, if they were stronger than it, why wasn’t it going away? Even with the hours of peaceful meditation they put in to clear their minds. With the work the healers had done to help their bodies recover. And the work the Masters had done to help put their spirits at ease. Nothing seemed to be helping. A worried thought crossed Qui-Gon’s mind. ‘Something is still in us both, something that wont quite let go.
What will help it let go?’ He could only wonder.
* * * Night had fallen, and the lights of the capital of the Republic had come on like that of a star filled sky.
Qui-Gon sat in the comfortable chair in their apartment in the Jedi Temple. Watching his resting Padawan.
Obi-Wan had tried to stay awake as long as possible. Although he did not admit it to his Master he didn’t want to fall asleep. He knew that once he was in that state, the darkness would return as it had for the past two nights. But his weariness soon caught up with him. And there was nothing he could do but shut his eyes and let the sleep take him.
Qui-Gon stared at Obi-Wan minuet after minuet; half expecting the boy’s nightmares to begin once again. Qui-Gon would have to pull him out before he got to far into the dream. But his Padawan seemed to be sleeping soundly for the time being. Yet that may change at any given moment. So he sat watchfully, not paying attention to how exhausted he was. The guilt was still there, still the thought that he had done this to his ever eager apprentice. Therefore his pains could wait.
Perhaps it was his tiredness, perhaps it was the pain that still wracked his body, or perhaps it was his state of mind. Whatever it was, it made him turn his head to the back of the room. What he saw had him in a state of shock.
For standing in the corner of the room was Jaron. His body was transparent, with a slight green glow around him. He wore off white trousers and tunic, brown boots, and a brown Jedi Robe. His hair was caught up in the style of a Jedi Padawan. Qui-Gon realized then that this was not the same Jaron that he faced on Randon. This was a younger Jaron, the way Qui-Gon remembered him.
A vision through the Force.
The figure moved across the room and stood beside the Jedi Master. “I have come to say goodbye Qui-Gon. And to thank you.” The spirit of Jaron said to the still stunned Jedi. “I was not able to let go just yet. That was why you and Obi-Wan have remained somewhat in the dark since what happened on Randon.” He explained. “But I know now that I must move on. It took me this long to understand that, but I finally did. You never betrayed me, my friend. If anything I betrayed you.”
“No Jaron, that is not true. You were consumed by the Dark Side. That's not your fault.” Qui-Gon soothed.
“Never the less, I was wrong. You were right long ago when you offered to help me move on, but I refused. But you were right now as well. I am at peace now. More at peace than I believe I have ever been. I will have to pay for what I have done, but I am prepared for that.
“But you were right Qui-Gon, about a great many things. You always believed in me, even up till the end. There was still some good in me, you were the only one who saw that.” Jaron said.
“Honestly I had my doubts.” Qui-Gon said truthfully. “I couldn’t believe what you had become.”
“And I don’t blame you. Looking back, I can’t believe what I had become. But even after all of that. After my taking your apprentice, filling him with darkness, injuring you. You still wished me peace when I felt the life draining from me. You saved me Qui-Gon, by saving me from myself.” The spirit explained.
“I only wish I had done so sooner.” Qui-Gon said while shaking his head. Jaron smiled at him and said. “It was not to be. I would not have let it go in that directing. I had chosen the path before I asked you for help that day. I had already taken those fateful steps.
“Your Padawan was right. If things had been turned around I would have made the same decision you did. The fault was by no means your Qui-Gon. And now it is time to move on. I have, and I am at peace. Now you must do the same.” Jaron placed a transparent hand on Qui-Gon’s shoulder. “But I must ask one more thing of you, my friend.”
Qui-Gon nodded. “Anything.” he said.
“Please forgive me. Even if you don’t blame me, just forgive me.” Jaron pleaded.
“I do not forget the times we had Jaron.” The Jedi said gently “You were not always an agent of evil, and that is not how I plan to remember you. You were a good person, and a good friend. And I forgive you.”
Jaron smiled at the words. “Thank you.” he said softly. He then looked down at the sleeping figure of Obi-Wan. “He is an extraordinary boy.”
“Yes he is.” Qui-Gon agreed, smiling.
“Train him well Qui-Gon. He will become a great Jedi some day. This I am sure of.” Jaron said affectionately, a warm smile creeping across his face.
“It is time that I go. You must rest now Qui-Gon. You are weary and wounded and you must heal. I will see you again.” The figure said, slowly fading and becoming more and more transparent.
“Yes.” Qui-Gon replied. “Some day.”
“Until then, I bid you farewell Brother.” The spirit of Jaron bowed, then faded into the night.
Instantly Qui-Gon was asleep.
*****
In the morning Qui-Gon woke, feeling strangely calm. He had not forgotten the conversation with Jaron’s spirit.
He had no more guilt, no more regret. Jaron was at peace...and so was he.
He put a hand to his midsection, but there was no pain. He saw that the wound was gone.
And then noticed that Obi-Wan had slept peacefully though the night.
Author’s notes:
Just a few people I’d like to thank. The people who are kind enough to
post my fanfic on their page. Thanks so much! To my sister who gave me the
idea for the invisible lightsaber. She’s always thinking. To Gorge Lucas
for making the characters Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Because if he hadn’t I would
have had much of a story now would I ;D
And finally to all of you who took the time to read my story. Thank you all!
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