Title: Iedos Liberare
Author: Arldetta
Spoilers: Almost every JA Book
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some Jedi Students have been kidnapped and the search is on to find them.
Disclaimer: Star Wars, Obi-wan, Qui-gon and that's encompassed in it belong to Lucas Films. The other recognizable characters belong to Jude Watson and Scholastic. The rest is mine. And as for money, I don't have any. (
Author's note: All thoughts have been encased in 's and all mental messages are in {}'s. And I would really like feed back, so don't be afraid to write. Thanks for reading. Also, the title is Latin, I don't know why but I wanted it that way. And if you remember the part where Indy is trying to get to the Grail in 'Indiana Jones and the last Crusade' you'll recognize that Jehovah in Latin begins with an 'I'.
-Iedos Liberare (Free the Jedi)-
Obi-wan walked down the ramp to a hanger on Coruscant. The bustling City Planet reflected the orderly chaos of everyday life for the billions of beings residing there. He took in a deep breath as the familiar smells of his home swirled around him. His Master, Qui-gon Jinn, came strolling out behind him. They were finally returning to the Jedi Temple. Recently, they had been sent on numerous missions that brought them from world to world before coming back to Coruscant. Obi-wan looked forward to the relaxing gardens of the Temple and the possibilities of seeing old friends. Even at the young age of sixteen the boy had been on enough missions to sometimes feel as old as Yoda. Grateful for this slight reprieve in their continual journey, Obi-wan waited at the bottom of the ramp for his Master.
"I sorry not taking them to temple, but ran late to deliver shipment," the broken Basic of the pilot called after them from the top of the entrance ramp.
"We are grateful for your assistance. We can find our way back to the Temple. No need to apologize," Qui-gon turned back to the burly little pilot.
Obi-wan always marveled at how considerate Qui-gon could be to seemingly "sinister" looking characters. He waved back at the pilot with a smile and set off after his Master.
Qui-gon glanced back once they reached the streets to note their location and recognized the sector. He could feel the anxious nature of his Padawan as they walked down the avenues of the city planet. Not wanting to delay the youth from their primary destination Qui-gon suggested, "I think I'm going to visit a friend that lives in this sector. Why don't you go on back to the Temple and we'll go to the Council when I get back."
"Alright, Master. As long as you'll be ok." Obi-wan was keen to get back to his home and didn't mind parting from his Master to get there sooner. Qui-gon nodded and Obi-wan smiled as he turned to head off toward the Temple. Qui-gon wandered off in the opposite direction as Obi-wan quickened his step. In his eagerness to get back, Obi-wan didn't notice the disturbance in the Force until he was almost on top of it. He felt something troubling down an alleyway to his right. Cautiously, he made his way into the side street. As he rounded the corner he noticed a figure lying on the ground. He carefully made his way to the prone individual to check their vitals. When he turned the person over, a hand shot out and scratched him. The figure stood up and simply stared at him. A hood hid their features from Obi-wan and he didn't understand what was happening at first. He glanced at the minor scratch on the back side of his hand and when he looked back at the assailant a wave of dizziness crashed into him. The figure in front of him distorted as the world around him began to twist violently. I've been drugged. {Master. Master, I'm in trouble!} Obi- wan thought desperately as blackness quickly over took him. And then nothing.
*******
Qui-gon had made his way though the roads and causeways of the district to his friend's residence. He alerted the door's security system and spoke his name. He waited for a few moments before a buzzer sounded letting him know the door was open. Once inside, a man greeted him that was about his height. The man wore some dirty overalls and a broad smile. "Qui-gon, my old friend, how good it is to see you. How long has it been?"
"At least a few years. How have you been, J'fidah? I was in the sector and thought you wouldn't mind a quick visit." Qui-gon returned the smile and grasped the man's hand. J'fidah motioned Qui-gon further into his home. "I see you've made yourself useful."
"I run a garage now. Have been fer the past 3 years. I just got back when you came along. Haven't even had the chance t'get comfy. But no matter, how've you been? Still savin' the galaxy from evil?" He moved to a meal preparation station and fixed the two a drink.
"Well, a Jedi's work is never done. You should know that. Besides, I enjoy being busy."
"Heard some buzz talk 'bout you recently. You and your little friend, what's his name, oh that's right, Obi-wan." He said it friendly enough but J'fidah noticed a change in his companion. He hoped he had not tread unpleasant territory.
At the mention of his Padawan's name, Qui-gon felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. Suddenly, he wished he hadn't sent the boy off alone. He tried to regain composure but the Force began screaming at him to find his apprentice. His friend's voice cut through his distraction, "Sorry if I upset you. Didn't mean any harm." Qui-gon tried to reassure his friend with a smile.
"It's not you. It's just I suddenly had a feeling. Everything should be fine. Maybe I came at a bad time." The urgency in the Force prompted him to cut his visit short. Then fervently a message came to him, {Master. Master, I'm in trouble!} Qui-gon's heart fell. His feeling that his Padawan was in danger solidified and he knew it was already too late. For what, he didn't know. He faltered as he turned. "I must get back to the Temple immediately. Something has happened to Obi-wan."
"I have a speeder we can take. I modified it m'self. We'll be there 'fore you know it." J'fidah pulled Qui-gon toward the parking platform and forced him into a dirty little machine. As long as the vehicle was as fast as J'fidah claimed, Qui-gon could stand it's appearance. They rushed into the traffic of the skyways destined for the spires of the Jedi Temple.
*******
Obi-wan woke to a world of darkness. Groggily, he tried to take in his surroundings. The potent drug in his system dulled his senses. All was black and he could touch all the sides of his cell, the space around him was no larger than four feet high by three feet across. His arms wrapped around his knees as he waited to be set free. He could feel a slight vibration through the floor, which told him they were moving. His box was on a vehicle of some sort. He couldn't tell how long he had been out but hoped it wasn't longer than a few hours. Obi-wan decided to send a message through the Force to his Master, hoping Qui-gon would be able to trace it. He called upon the Force to gather around him and provide strength to his effort. Panic ran through him when the Force did not respond. The box he was in must have been made of a material that could block him from the Force. He was trapped with nothing to guide or support him. Calming himself, he tried his best to rationalize that he wouldn't be cut off from it forever. He needed patience. His patience was tested as he remained in darkness for several more hours.
*******
Qui-gon headed for the Council chamber. He needed to inform them of his Padawan's disappearance and find out if they had heard anything from the captors. J'fidah followed at his heels. As they headed down the hall, they saw a Jedi Master guiding a young girl back to the lift. The Jedi student was upset about something. They could hear her arguing, "I know she's gone. Why won't you listen to me? She's in danger. They're all in danger. We have to help them!"
"They are just feelings. You can't be sure. Your sister is on a trip with a competent Master. The students and your sister are fine." The Jedi Master tried to calm the frustrated child.
Qui-gon stopped in front of the two. "What seems to be the problem?"
The Jedi Master moved to dismiss the issue when the girl cut her off. "My sister has been kidnapped and no one will listen to me. I tried to tell the Council that students were in trouble but they wouldn't let me in." The girl's deep emerald eyes were rimmed with tears. Her black hair, with red streaks, was braided down the girl's back. She looked into Qui-gon's eyes and pleaded, "Do you believe me, Master?"
Qui-gon glanced at the other Jedi and then turned back to J'fidah. J'fidah had read Qui-gon's expression and understood that there must be a connection between this girl's sister and Obi-wan's disappearance. Qui-gon looked back at the girl and gave a quick nod. "Actually, I do believe you. I have come here on a similar feeling to talk with the Council. Wait here with my friend, J'fidah, while I speak to them, Initiate.." Qui-gon motioned the girl towards his friend and gave the girl a questioning look.
The girl's face brightened with hope at Qui-gon's assurance and then understood his hesitation, "MiraCyn." She supplied the information Qui-gon searched for. The other Jedi gave Qui-gon an exasperated glance and Qui- gon ignored her. He made his way into the Chamber and disrupted their conversation.
The Council was not complete as chairs stood empty. Yoda's ears twitched as he turned to Qui-gon. Mace Windu directed a frown at the Jedi Master who did not falter under it's severity. "Qui-gon, what is the reason for this intrusion?" Mace's voice stated clearly.
"I have come to inform you that Obi-wan is missing. Also, a girl outside is claiming that her sister, as well as, other students has been kidnapped. I believe that these incidents are related. I would like to know if you have heard anything in regards to this development." Ever the diplomat, Qui-gon stated what he knew while trying to restrain his swirling emotions.
"No," Yoda said. "However, grave news this is. Discussing we were of another Padawan's disappearance. Connected they must be. But we have not heard of others missing." They all sat quietly for a moment before the door burst open again. "What is the matter, Master Xichu?"
"My students have been abducted! I was knocked out, they used a strong drug on me, after I responded to a distress call. When I woke they were no where to be found. I searched the Temple quickly to see if any of them made it back. I almost had hope when I saw the student outside, but she wasn't my student." Hurriedly, Xichu Kren blurted our what happened.
The Jedi student had crept to the door and listened. When she heard Xichu's report she burst in, "I told you she was gone. No one would listen. They are in danger. They have been taken off Planet. I'll not see her again." The girl could no longer fend off her fear, allowing it to colour the possibilities of her future. Tears traced her young face. Qui- gon moved to comfort her.
Mace Windu peered at the girl. "How do you know they are off Planet? We have only just discovered they are missing."
The girl looked up at Mace and Yoda, "I just do. I keep seeing darkness and I can feel a great distance between us." Adding quietly, "She's afraid."
Yoda grunted. "Twins, are you? Remember now I do. If connected these abductions are, found the children must be. Quickly." The girl stared at Yoda. Qui-gon agreed with small Master.
"I believe the girl. I cannot sense Obi-wan here. It is like he has been cut off from me." Qui-gon's hand rested on the girl's shoulder and she blinked at the tall Jedi next to her.
"Feelings only, Master Qui-gon. Not conclusive feelings are. Investigate we must." Yoda chided.
"Master Yoda is right. We can not go simply on feelings. They can be deceptive. We have not heard anything from the abductors and we can only wait until we do." In a matter-of-fact tone laced with empathy, Mace played his role of Devil's Advocate, "There is always a possibility that we will not hear from them at all." Mace regarded the group.
Qui-gon thought for a moment before speaking again. "You said there was another Padawan that was missing, did you not? Who is it and who is their Master?"
"Twik Hy'lah is the apprentice's name. His Master is LaMinott. LaMinott has only taken Twik as his apprentice within the past month. They have gone on only one mission together. Twik was on an errand to a Senator's apartment but never made it. LaMinott has looked for him everywhere but was unable to locate him. We were discussing our next course of action when you came in." Mace glared at Qui-gon.
Qui-gon took in this information. "Xichu, how many students were with you?"
Xichu had been trying to piece together this turn of events when Qui-gon questioned her. "I had four students with me, Tinarah, Tesahn Vo, Pet-trie and MysAri."
Qui-gon knelt down to look at the girl beside him, "And your sister's name?"
"MysAri." Her voice trembled. When Xichu said her sister's name her fears condensed into a lump in her throat. "Master Qui-gon, you will find my sister, won't you?" Her emerald eyes lightened to a yellow-green color.
"I will do my best to find all of them." Qui-gon said plainly. He was already worried about Obi-wan, but now there were more lives at stake. He turned back to Mace and Yoda. "I suggest that LaMinott, Xichu, MiraCyn and I work together to investigate these disappearances. As a team we might be able to bring the students home quicker."
Mace and Yoda quickly shot each other a glance. Then Yoda nodded. "Agree with you we do. However, if dangerous this investigation becomes, remain here MiraCyn must. Already in danger of loosing six Jedi students, risk another we should not."
"Agreed," Qui-gon replied instantly and then gave the girl a quick squeeze on the shoulder. "I will contact LaMinott immediately. Thank you." All bowed and exited the Council Chamber. Once the doors had closed, Qui-gon called to J'fidah, "Come, we have work to do."
Author: Arldetta
Spoilers: Almost every JA Book
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some Jedi Students have been kidnapped and the search is on to find them.
Disclaimer: Star Wars, Obi-wan, Qui-gon and that's encompassed in it belong to Lucas Films. The other recognizable characters belong to Jude Watson and Scholastic. The rest is mine. And as for money, I don't have any. (
Author's note: All thoughts have been encased in 's and all mental messages are in {}'s. And I would really like feed back, so don't be afraid to write. Thanks for reading. Also, the title is Latin, I don't know why but I wanted it that way. And if you remember the part where Indy is trying to get to the Grail in 'Indiana Jones and the last Crusade' you'll recognize that Jehovah in Latin begins with an 'I'.
-Iedos Liberare (Free the Jedi)-
Obi-wan walked down the ramp to a hanger on Coruscant. The bustling City Planet reflected the orderly chaos of everyday life for the billions of beings residing there. He took in a deep breath as the familiar smells of his home swirled around him. His Master, Qui-gon Jinn, came strolling out behind him. They were finally returning to the Jedi Temple. Recently, they had been sent on numerous missions that brought them from world to world before coming back to Coruscant. Obi-wan looked forward to the relaxing gardens of the Temple and the possibilities of seeing old friends. Even at the young age of sixteen the boy had been on enough missions to sometimes feel as old as Yoda. Grateful for this slight reprieve in their continual journey, Obi-wan waited at the bottom of the ramp for his Master.
"I sorry not taking them to temple, but ran late to deliver shipment," the broken Basic of the pilot called after them from the top of the entrance ramp.
"We are grateful for your assistance. We can find our way back to the Temple. No need to apologize," Qui-gon turned back to the burly little pilot.
Obi-wan always marveled at how considerate Qui-gon could be to seemingly "sinister" looking characters. He waved back at the pilot with a smile and set off after his Master.
Qui-gon glanced back once they reached the streets to note their location and recognized the sector. He could feel the anxious nature of his Padawan as they walked down the avenues of the city planet. Not wanting to delay the youth from their primary destination Qui-gon suggested, "I think I'm going to visit a friend that lives in this sector. Why don't you go on back to the Temple and we'll go to the Council when I get back."
"Alright, Master. As long as you'll be ok." Obi-wan was keen to get back to his home and didn't mind parting from his Master to get there sooner. Qui-gon nodded and Obi-wan smiled as he turned to head off toward the Temple. Qui-gon wandered off in the opposite direction as Obi-wan quickened his step. In his eagerness to get back, Obi-wan didn't notice the disturbance in the Force until he was almost on top of it. He felt something troubling down an alleyway to his right. Cautiously, he made his way into the side street. As he rounded the corner he noticed a figure lying on the ground. He carefully made his way to the prone individual to check their vitals. When he turned the person over, a hand shot out and scratched him. The figure stood up and simply stared at him. A hood hid their features from Obi-wan and he didn't understand what was happening at first. He glanced at the minor scratch on the back side of his hand and when he looked back at the assailant a wave of dizziness crashed into him. The figure in front of him distorted as the world around him began to twist violently. I've been drugged. {Master. Master, I'm in trouble!} Obi- wan thought desperately as blackness quickly over took him. And then nothing.
*******
Qui-gon had made his way though the roads and causeways of the district to his friend's residence. He alerted the door's security system and spoke his name. He waited for a few moments before a buzzer sounded letting him know the door was open. Once inside, a man greeted him that was about his height. The man wore some dirty overalls and a broad smile. "Qui-gon, my old friend, how good it is to see you. How long has it been?"
"At least a few years. How have you been, J'fidah? I was in the sector and thought you wouldn't mind a quick visit." Qui-gon returned the smile and grasped the man's hand. J'fidah motioned Qui-gon further into his home. "I see you've made yourself useful."
"I run a garage now. Have been fer the past 3 years. I just got back when you came along. Haven't even had the chance t'get comfy. But no matter, how've you been? Still savin' the galaxy from evil?" He moved to a meal preparation station and fixed the two a drink.
"Well, a Jedi's work is never done. You should know that. Besides, I enjoy being busy."
"Heard some buzz talk 'bout you recently. You and your little friend, what's his name, oh that's right, Obi-wan." He said it friendly enough but J'fidah noticed a change in his companion. He hoped he had not tread unpleasant territory.
At the mention of his Padawan's name, Qui-gon felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. Suddenly, he wished he hadn't sent the boy off alone. He tried to regain composure but the Force began screaming at him to find his apprentice. His friend's voice cut through his distraction, "Sorry if I upset you. Didn't mean any harm." Qui-gon tried to reassure his friend with a smile.
"It's not you. It's just I suddenly had a feeling. Everything should be fine. Maybe I came at a bad time." The urgency in the Force prompted him to cut his visit short. Then fervently a message came to him, {Master. Master, I'm in trouble!} Qui-gon's heart fell. His feeling that his Padawan was in danger solidified and he knew it was already too late. For what, he didn't know. He faltered as he turned. "I must get back to the Temple immediately. Something has happened to Obi-wan."
"I have a speeder we can take. I modified it m'self. We'll be there 'fore you know it." J'fidah pulled Qui-gon toward the parking platform and forced him into a dirty little machine. As long as the vehicle was as fast as J'fidah claimed, Qui-gon could stand it's appearance. They rushed into the traffic of the skyways destined for the spires of the Jedi Temple.
*******
Obi-wan woke to a world of darkness. Groggily, he tried to take in his surroundings. The potent drug in his system dulled his senses. All was black and he could touch all the sides of his cell, the space around him was no larger than four feet high by three feet across. His arms wrapped around his knees as he waited to be set free. He could feel a slight vibration through the floor, which told him they were moving. His box was on a vehicle of some sort. He couldn't tell how long he had been out but hoped it wasn't longer than a few hours. Obi-wan decided to send a message through the Force to his Master, hoping Qui-gon would be able to trace it. He called upon the Force to gather around him and provide strength to his effort. Panic ran through him when the Force did not respond. The box he was in must have been made of a material that could block him from the Force. He was trapped with nothing to guide or support him. Calming himself, he tried his best to rationalize that he wouldn't be cut off from it forever. He needed patience. His patience was tested as he remained in darkness for several more hours.
*******
Qui-gon headed for the Council chamber. He needed to inform them of his Padawan's disappearance and find out if they had heard anything from the captors. J'fidah followed at his heels. As they headed down the hall, they saw a Jedi Master guiding a young girl back to the lift. The Jedi student was upset about something. They could hear her arguing, "I know she's gone. Why won't you listen to me? She's in danger. They're all in danger. We have to help them!"
"They are just feelings. You can't be sure. Your sister is on a trip with a competent Master. The students and your sister are fine." The Jedi Master tried to calm the frustrated child.
Qui-gon stopped in front of the two. "What seems to be the problem?"
The Jedi Master moved to dismiss the issue when the girl cut her off. "My sister has been kidnapped and no one will listen to me. I tried to tell the Council that students were in trouble but they wouldn't let me in." The girl's deep emerald eyes were rimmed with tears. Her black hair, with red streaks, was braided down the girl's back. She looked into Qui-gon's eyes and pleaded, "Do you believe me, Master?"
Qui-gon glanced at the other Jedi and then turned back to J'fidah. J'fidah had read Qui-gon's expression and understood that there must be a connection between this girl's sister and Obi-wan's disappearance. Qui-gon looked back at the girl and gave a quick nod. "Actually, I do believe you. I have come here on a similar feeling to talk with the Council. Wait here with my friend, J'fidah, while I speak to them, Initiate.." Qui-gon motioned the girl towards his friend and gave the girl a questioning look.
The girl's face brightened with hope at Qui-gon's assurance and then understood his hesitation, "MiraCyn." She supplied the information Qui-gon searched for. The other Jedi gave Qui-gon an exasperated glance and Qui- gon ignored her. He made his way into the Chamber and disrupted their conversation.
The Council was not complete as chairs stood empty. Yoda's ears twitched as he turned to Qui-gon. Mace Windu directed a frown at the Jedi Master who did not falter under it's severity. "Qui-gon, what is the reason for this intrusion?" Mace's voice stated clearly.
"I have come to inform you that Obi-wan is missing. Also, a girl outside is claiming that her sister, as well as, other students has been kidnapped. I believe that these incidents are related. I would like to know if you have heard anything in regards to this development." Ever the diplomat, Qui-gon stated what he knew while trying to restrain his swirling emotions.
"No," Yoda said. "However, grave news this is. Discussing we were of another Padawan's disappearance. Connected they must be. But we have not heard of others missing." They all sat quietly for a moment before the door burst open again. "What is the matter, Master Xichu?"
"My students have been abducted! I was knocked out, they used a strong drug on me, after I responded to a distress call. When I woke they were no where to be found. I searched the Temple quickly to see if any of them made it back. I almost had hope when I saw the student outside, but she wasn't my student." Hurriedly, Xichu Kren blurted our what happened.
The Jedi student had crept to the door and listened. When she heard Xichu's report she burst in, "I told you she was gone. No one would listen. They are in danger. They have been taken off Planet. I'll not see her again." The girl could no longer fend off her fear, allowing it to colour the possibilities of her future. Tears traced her young face. Qui- gon moved to comfort her.
Mace Windu peered at the girl. "How do you know they are off Planet? We have only just discovered they are missing."
The girl looked up at Mace and Yoda, "I just do. I keep seeing darkness and I can feel a great distance between us." Adding quietly, "She's afraid."
Yoda grunted. "Twins, are you? Remember now I do. If connected these abductions are, found the children must be. Quickly." The girl stared at Yoda. Qui-gon agreed with small Master.
"I believe the girl. I cannot sense Obi-wan here. It is like he has been cut off from me." Qui-gon's hand rested on the girl's shoulder and she blinked at the tall Jedi next to her.
"Feelings only, Master Qui-gon. Not conclusive feelings are. Investigate we must." Yoda chided.
"Master Yoda is right. We can not go simply on feelings. They can be deceptive. We have not heard anything from the abductors and we can only wait until we do." In a matter-of-fact tone laced with empathy, Mace played his role of Devil's Advocate, "There is always a possibility that we will not hear from them at all." Mace regarded the group.
Qui-gon thought for a moment before speaking again. "You said there was another Padawan that was missing, did you not? Who is it and who is their Master?"
"Twik Hy'lah is the apprentice's name. His Master is LaMinott. LaMinott has only taken Twik as his apprentice within the past month. They have gone on only one mission together. Twik was on an errand to a Senator's apartment but never made it. LaMinott has looked for him everywhere but was unable to locate him. We were discussing our next course of action when you came in." Mace glared at Qui-gon.
Qui-gon took in this information. "Xichu, how many students were with you?"
Xichu had been trying to piece together this turn of events when Qui-gon questioned her. "I had four students with me, Tinarah, Tesahn Vo, Pet-trie and MysAri."
Qui-gon knelt down to look at the girl beside him, "And your sister's name?"
"MysAri." Her voice trembled. When Xichu said her sister's name her fears condensed into a lump in her throat. "Master Qui-gon, you will find my sister, won't you?" Her emerald eyes lightened to a yellow-green color.
"I will do my best to find all of them." Qui-gon said plainly. He was already worried about Obi-wan, but now there were more lives at stake. He turned back to Mace and Yoda. "I suggest that LaMinott, Xichu, MiraCyn and I work together to investigate these disappearances. As a team we might be able to bring the students home quicker."
Mace and Yoda quickly shot each other a glance. Then Yoda nodded. "Agree with you we do. However, if dangerous this investigation becomes, remain here MiraCyn must. Already in danger of loosing six Jedi students, risk another we should not."
"Agreed," Qui-gon replied instantly and then gave the girl a quick squeeze on the shoulder. "I will contact LaMinott immediately. Thank you." All bowed and exited the Council Chamber. Once the doors had closed, Qui-gon called to J'fidah, "Come, we have work to do."