Tangled Webs: Opening Act
Disclaimer: Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace
is the property of Lucasfilm Ltd.
We talked briefly as we waited for Jar Jar to return. Little was said,
but I could feel him, or should I say I couldn't feel him; he was still
shutting me out. He was still isolating himself from me. I had avoided him
most of the flight back to Naboo, choosing to spend my time in meditation or
in the cockpit with Panaka and Ollie. He spent his time with Anakin. The
wounds still cut deep. Healing would be a long time in coming. So I stayed
away, shut him out. Except for those few minutes where both Jedi were
required to attend an audience with the Queen.
She looked at me as I walked in behind my soon-not-to-be Master, as if to
say, "I see your pain, and I am sorry for it. Neither of us has asked
for what destiny has given us. But we must be strong, I for my people and
you for yourself. We will survive." In a strange way it was that look
which gave me the strength to approach Qui-Gon and try to put this behind
I still kept my shields up, still hid my shattered heart, but I smiled
and I thanked him for believing in me. He said I was ready, that he foresaw
I would be a great Jedi Knight, that I was a wiser man than he. If Qui-Gon
believed in me, I would do as he wished. I will take my trials when this is
over, and I will request an assignment as far away from Coruscant - and him
- as I can. I will heal - eventually. Perhaps life-bonds are not meant to
It all happened so fast - the meeting of the resistance and the Gungans,
sneaking into the city and finding a way into the hanger. Then he was
there, the Sith. A sense of serenity settled over my mind even as cockiness
entered the swing of my hips and added spring to my step. I knew without
knowing. I smiled enticingly as I shrugged out of my robe, not even looking
at Qui-Gon but aware our every movement was synchronous, in perfect harmony.
The Sith looked at me, puzzled a moment, I think. After all - how could I
smile when I was going to face my death? He did not understand. A solution
had presented itself. I did not have to stand by as my Master, my
life-bonded, left me; I could take my fate into my own hands and find peace
my own way. There would be no more pain once I was one with the Force. A
coward's way out? Perhaps. But it gave me the calmness and the clarity I
needed to fight.
We fought hard, Qui-Gon and I delivering lightening fast blows. There is
a freedom that comes when you expect to die. I was ready to meet my fate, to
be embraced by the Force. Then I fell and Qui-Gon went on ahead, not waiting
for me as he would in the past. Why he did that, I will never know. I tried
to catch up and nearly did, but then the force-field locks cycled, and we
were each trapped in our own compartment. Qui-Gon tried to meditate; the
Sith seethed and raged. I... I waited.
Once more I was not fast enough; once more I was trapped as I watched my
Master, my life-bonded, fight without me. I watched his movements, usually
graceful and perfect, become mechanical and sloppy. He was tiring. I willed
the shield cycle to hurry but...
Qui-Gon, my love - my life. It would not end like this - I swore it by
the Force that was within me. The rage boiled and ate at me, filling the
empty, shredded places. It gave me the strength to survive the Sith, to make
sure Qui-Gon was avenged. I could no longer take the coward's way out. I had
to ensure my beloved's survival. I fought, hardly perceiving my movements
and motions. The blow to my head didn't even faze me, although it was
powerful enough to make my vision dim for a moment and my ears ring. That
was how I was pushed into the pit by a pulse of the Force and my saber lost.
That did not stop me. The Force encompassed me now; I was one with the
living Force as I had never been. I found the strength, reached for Qui-Gon's
saber, and... the Sith fell, defeated.
Rushing to his side, I cradled him in my arms. No! Don't let this
happen!! I howled in mental agony.
"It's too late for me, Obi-Wan. It's too late."
"No - Master"
"The boy - you must train him. He is the chosen one."
With a brush of my cheek you left me. I felt the heart that beat for both
of us slow and fade. NO! Tears dripped down my face, blood-red tears
as the head wound finally made itself known to me. I didn't care.
Then choose, young Padawan. My head shot up. Around me I could
feel them gathering, those that had gone before us into the Force, the
ancestors. Your pain is known to us; we feel it. We give you the option.
Now - choose.
What choice was there? The answer was obvious, at least to me. Let him
live, I beg you; I ask nothing for myself, no mercy, no joining with the
Force. He is needed; I am not. He is my heart.
So be it - the choice is made. The energies that were the
ancestors swirled chaotically around me. I felt them enter me, and I felt
all that I was pour into my Master, my love and life-bonded. And I watched
as his chest rose and fell and rose again. The wound closed and faded. His
And then darkness descended. The pain was gone.