Title: Decisions
Author: Tenel'Ka
Feed back: PLEASE! This is my first attempt at a fan fic. And I need some motivation to write part 9, so take 30seconds and E-mail me at: jedi-apprentice@mailcity.com
Rating: G
Warning: If you don't like Star Wars, DON'T read this story!!!
Disclaimer: All these characters are owned and licensed by George Lucas. I am making no money for this.
*Bear with one another charitably, in complete selflessness, gentleness and patience. Do all you can to preserve the unity of the Spirit by the peace that binds you together.
Ephesians 4, 3-4
Part Eight
Obi-Wan had eaten, then been led through the city by Komota, the girl he had fought earlier. She never said a word to him until the palace was in sight; they hid in an alley so as not to be seen. "Here, take this, ya see that room with the large window?" she asked, shoving the small bomb into his hands.
"Yes."
"Well put it right under the window, right against the wall. Then activate it and set the timer for one minute." She instructed. "You do know how to activate it don't ya?" she hissed, seeing Obi-Wan's confused expression.
"Uh, no." he answered honestly.
She gave an aggravated sigh, then went on. "You push that button on the side, then use these buttons to set the time." She explained as if talking to a child.
"Alright, I'll be right back." He said, ignoring her tone.
"Make sure you're not seen." She hissed as he hurried away.
As Obi-Wan put the bomb under the window, and activated it, he thought, /Man I hope they see me putting this here. I feel bad enough blowing up part of the palace, yet if there are people near here, I'll never be able to forgive myself. /
Obi-Wan had thought of telling Qui-Gon where the bomb was through their Master-padawan link, but he was too worried to concentrate. He did manage to say 'by a large window' though. Hopefully his Master had heard him.
Once he was finished, he ran back to the alley. They backed up further so they wouldn't get hit by flying debris, then crouched and waited.
Qui-Gon had heard his padawan's description of where the bomb was, so he told Chief Mettar. A few minutes after, his comm. link buzzed. "Yes?" he answered it.
"He planted the bomb. It's under the conference room window." The voice reported.
"Get the area evacuated. I'm on my way." The Jedi Master replied, already running towards the conference room.
"Is everyone out?" Qui-Gon asked Chief Mettar once he arrived.
"Just about." The chief turned towards his men. "Okay, everyone out of here, NOW!"
Qui-Gon jogged with the chief far down the hallway so they could keep watch.
After about ten seconds of waiting, they heard a loud 'BOOM.' It was nearly deafening; Qui-Gon could feel the floor shake beneath him.
Obi-Wan watched as the bomb exploded. He tried to conceal the pain from knowing it was him who set the bomb off from his face.
/I know it was necessary for the bomb to go off, but I can't help but feel bad that I purposefully blew up part of the palace. /he thought.
"Well, you did it. Let's get back to the headquarters now." Komota said gruffly. She got up from her knees and headed back not even waiting for Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan ran to catch up. Once he did, they walked in silence. After a while Obi-wan decided to try and start a conversation.
"Have you been a Kriff for long?"
"Yes."
"Where did you live before you joined?"
"My life before I became a Kriff is of no importance. All that matters is my life now." She snapped.
"Alright then, tell me about the Kriffs." He suggested.
"I'm the best fighter they have. I'm even better than those who are older than me. We have contests every now and then." She explained proudly.
"How many people are there?"
"Ya mean who are Kriffs?" Obi-Wan nodded. "Well a few hundred I think. What about you? Why did you come here?" she asked.
"Well my brother and parents were killed in a speeder crash a few years ago, and I hate the princess, so I decided to try and find the Kriffs so I could join."
"I see." She replied. After a few minutes of silence, they arrived at the Kriffs headquarters. Komota led him to an office.
"Tandra sir?" Komota said so the women would acknowledge their presence.
"Yah?" she asked, turning her chair around from her desk to face them. Obi-Wan recognised her to be the women who had watched their fight earlier.
"Anoml did as he was asked. He set the bomb off, and it blew up what looked like a meeting room. It was great!" Komota said with an evil looking grin.
"Good work Anoml. We have a uh... medical exam you need to take, then you're in." Tandra told him. "I'll walk ya to the medical centre. I need to talk to the medic anyways."
Tandra led Obi-Wan down the dimly lit hallways and into a slightly brighter room with two small rooms off the main room. A man was standing by a counter cleaning medical instruments. "Tandra sir, can I help ya?" he asked.
"I need a word with you privately before you check out Anoml." She told him.
"Sure. Go wait in the room on the left, kid." He told Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan did as the man said. He went in, and sat in a chair patiently.
"Palberk, the kid's new here. He passed the tests, and is an excellent fighter. So just program the chip to say that he's been an orphan from birth who lived on the streets. When we found him he was nearly dead from the hot sun, and lack of food, so we offered help. He owes his life to us, yadda, yadda, yadda. You know the drill. But make sure his fighting abilities are intact." Tandra explained.
"Yes sir, I'll get to work right now. It will be ready in a few minutes." Palberk said.
"Good, then send him to his room to sleep, and to let the chip kick in." Tandra turned and left the room leaving an air of authority and confidence behind her. Palberk hurried to a corner of the counter and began constructing the chip.
After the bomb had gone off, the security squad started the clean up. Due to the size of the large room, it was the only one damaged. Most of the part of the outside wall was destroyed, as well as the roof above.
Qui-Gon had volunteered to help, but by late in the evening they had only cleared away some of the rubble, and sealed up the hole. Three guards were stationed to keep watch over the night so the Kriffs wouldn't try to break in through the makeshift wall.
Qui-Gon was hoping to hear from his apprentice, but knew that if he was accepted into the Kriffs that they might have some sort of ritual to initiate the newcomers.
"So, lets find out if there is anything wrong with you." Palberk said as he walked into the room Obi-Wan was waiting in. "I need to draw some blood so it can be tested for illnesses."
/They better not check my midi-chlorian count or I'm done for. I doubt they would though, unless they suspect I am a Jedi. /Obi-Wan thought as the man stuck a needle in his arm.
As the boy wasn't looking, Palberk pushed two buttons, one to draw blood, the other to inject the chip into his arm. Palberk himself had come up with this instrument, and was very proud of his ingenuity.
After having his eyes, ears, and just about everything else checked, Obi-Wan was told to go to his room for the night. Palberk would do some tests on his blood sample, and if everything checked out, he would be a Kriff by the next day.
Obi-Wan was lying in bed when he sensed something was wrong. It wasn't physical danger, but he couldn't put a finger on what it was. Qui-Gon's words popped into his head. 'Don't centre on your anxieties Obi-Wan.' He decided to try and forget about it and get some sleep.
"So tell us about your past." Tandra said looking at Obi-Wan with a hard gaze. The two Kriffs were testing the success of the information from the chip. Griffner, Tandra and Obi-Wan were sitting at a table in a room Obi-Wan hadn't been in before.
"Well," said Obi-Wan, trying to remember. "I . . . was . . . an orphan from early on and lived in the streets just trying to keep myself alive, when you found me. I had learned to fight to protect myself . . ."
T.B.C.
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