Epilogue: The End of an Age
"Miro, I need you to go through Coruscant records. All purchases of off world passes in the past twenty-four hours," Qui-Gon ordered tersely.
"Okay," Miro Daroon said slowly. He quickly typed something onto his datapad.
"Alright, what are you looking for?"
"A purchase by Obi-Wan Kenobi," the Master ordered beginning to pace. He had lost his Padawan's trail not long after he had reached lower level Coruscant. Distressed beyond words, Qui-Gon had stumbled back to the Temple frightened, angry, and deeply saddened.
"Okay, here we are. Purchase by Obi-Wan Kenobi. One-way transport to Centax 2."
"Thanks, Miro," Qui-Gon said.
"Qui-Gon," Tahl called faintly.
"What is it?" Tahl entered the room. She looked dreadfully pale, and clutched a strange package.
"This was sent to you," she said. Glancing at his wife in concern, Qui-Gon took the package. He knew what it was even before he opened it.
It was Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
He stared at, not wanting to believe it. Had his Padawan truly left him. The boy had strayed from his path before, but the circumstances had not been so dire.
Under the lightsaber, there was a note. Qui-Gon paled as he read its contents.
Dear Qui-Gon,
I'm sorry for leaving you with such angry words. Though I meant what I said, I did not mean to be angry at you. We shall never see each other again, so I wanted to tell you that you have been the greatest Master, the greatest teacher, and the greatest father to me. I also wanted you to know that I love you and I'm not afraid. Please do not fear for me. My path has been chosen. Farewell.
Obi-Wan
"Oh, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispered.
"Master Tahl, are you all right?" Miro asked. Qui-Gon turned. Tahl was clutching the doorway tightly, and rocked back and forth unsteadily.
"Qui-Gon," Tahl gasped. "I feel so strange." Suddenly, she pitched backwards, unconscious.
"Tahl!" Qui-Gon cried, catching her.
"Miro, get a Healer in here right now!"
***
Where's the navigator of your destiny? Where is the dealer of this hand? Who can explain life and its brevity? Because there is nothing here that I can understand You and I have barely met And I just don't to let go of you yet Hello, goodbye I'll see you on the other side
-Michael W. Smith
"Miro, I need you to go through Coruscant records. All purchases of off world passes in the past twenty-four hours," Qui-Gon ordered tersely.
"Okay," Miro Daroon said slowly. He quickly typed something onto his datapad.
"Alright, what are you looking for?"
"A purchase by Obi-Wan Kenobi," the Master ordered beginning to pace. He had lost his Padawan's trail not long after he had reached lower level Coruscant. Distressed beyond words, Qui-Gon had stumbled back to the Temple frightened, angry, and deeply saddened.
"Okay, here we are. Purchase by Obi-Wan Kenobi. One-way transport to Centax 2."
"Thanks, Miro," Qui-Gon said.
"Qui-Gon," Tahl called faintly.
"What is it?" Tahl entered the room. She looked dreadfully pale, and clutched a strange package.
"This was sent to you," she said. Glancing at his wife in concern, Qui-Gon took the package. He knew what it was even before he opened it.
It was Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
He stared at, not wanting to believe it. Had his Padawan truly left him. The boy had strayed from his path before, but the circumstances had not been so dire.
Under the lightsaber, there was a note. Qui-Gon paled as he read its contents.
Dear Qui-Gon,
I'm sorry for leaving you with such angry words. Though I meant what I said, I did not mean to be angry at you. We shall never see each other again, so I wanted to tell you that you have been the greatest Master, the greatest teacher, and the greatest father to me. I also wanted you to know that I love you and I'm not afraid. Please do not fear for me. My path has been chosen. Farewell.
Obi-Wan
"Oh, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispered.
"Master Tahl, are you all right?" Miro asked. Qui-Gon turned. Tahl was clutching the doorway tightly, and rocked back and forth unsteadily.
"Qui-Gon," Tahl gasped. "I feel so strange." Suddenly, she pitched backwards, unconscious.
"Tahl!" Qui-Gon cried, catching her.
"Miro, get a Healer in here right now!"
***
Where's the navigator of your destiny? Where is the dealer of this hand? Who can explain life and its brevity? Because there is nothing here that I can understand You and I have barely met And I just don't to let go of you yet Hello, goodbye I'll see you on the other side
-Michael W. Smith