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 Nine
Ever since he had woken up he had a strange feeling that something wasn't right. He had recited his name, and things about himself, but when he said these things, they seemed strange. "Anoml Min'Lu, orphan, street kid, owe my life to the Kriffs for saving me." He said to himself. /Something is wrong, I feel like something is missing, I can't explain it, but I know it was something important./ He thought, but never had time to dwell on it because someone had come to take him to Griffner and Tandra.
"Okay, we will train you to be a fighter. It's your strong point so that's what we will focus on. You are a Kriff now. Your medical exam went well, you're perfectly healthy, except for that collarbone. I don't know how you broke it, or who healed it, but it's just about ready to have the brace taken off." Griffner told him.
After they talked for awhile, Obi-Wan was taken to a kitchen where there were rows of tables for the Kriffs to eat at. He sat down at a table with only two other people, who never paid any attention to him, and ate his meal.
Qui-Gon was in his quarters when he sensed it. /Something isn't right with Obi-Wan. / He thought, he got up from his sleeping pallet, and went to see the princess.
"Yes Master Jinn?" the girl who answered the door asked.
"I need to speak with the princess. It is important." He explained.
"Alright, I'll go wake her. Please sit down." She said, letting him in.
After a few moments, Princess Desmona emerged from her sleep room. "Master Jinn." She said as she seated herself across from the Jedi Master.
"I'm sorry to wake you your highness." He told her, noticing she was in her robe.
"Do not worry about it. What did you wish to speak with me about?" she asked.
"I feel something is wrong with my apprentice. It's as if his presence in the Force has faded. It's not that he is ill, but something else, I can't explain it, but something is not right." Qui-Gon explained.
The princess frowned slightly. She knew little about Jedi, but she knew the bond between a Master and apprentice was very strong. "I do not know what we can do about it though. It would be too difficult to send another person in."
Qui-Gon was silent for a few minuites. "I will go. He is my apprentice after all."
"But Master Jinn, if we must send someone, we should send a palace worker." Princess Desmona offered; not wanting to put both Jedi in danger with the Kriffs, after all the last Jedi team had been killed.
"No, I will be able to sense him he is near, so it is best if I go."
The princess knew she could not change his mind, so instead she said, "anything you need is at your disposal. Be careful Master Jinn."
Next Qui-Gon went to Jallist's quarters. She answered the door almost immediately. "Master Jinn. What is it?" she asked seeing Qui-Gon's face that held a more serious expression then usual.
"I need you to help me." He said, then explained what he had to do and why. So Jallist reluctantly went to the man who had made Obi-Wan's clothing and explained what type of clothing Qui-Gon would need. After the Jedi Master had been measured, he went to the demolished conference room to help clean up while he waited for his new clothing to be made.
As Obi-Wan was eating, Komota came up and sat down beside him. "Hey Anoml. I heard about ya meeting this morning, how'd it go?"
"It went well. I am a Kriff now. They just asked me to tell them about my past, then they said my blood tests went well, so I am in." he explained. "I wonder why they asked about your past. I thought you told them when you first came here wanting to join." She pointed out.
"What do you mean when I first came here? They were the ones who found me and brought me here. I was too dehydrated, and starving to have come here on my own." Obi-Wan said, confused at the conflicting stories.
"Anoml, you told me your parents and brother were killed in a speeder crash a few years ago. Then you came here because you hate the princess, and wanted her dead." Komota said with a frown.
Obi-Wan remembered saying that, but it didn't match his memories. "I forgot about that. I don't know why I said that, it's not what I remember."
As he was thinking about this, Komota's face-hardened, and she grabbed his arm, hauling him to his feet. "You're coming with me." She growled.
Obi-Wan was dragged to Tandra's office.
"Tandra sir, I found a spy in our midst." She announced as they burst into the office.
"What brought you to this conclusion?" Tandra asked as she spun her chair around.
"Well, when we were coming back from planting the bomb at the palace, he told me about his past. Now he tells me something different. He can't even get his story straight." Komota growled.
"Interesting. I will have to think about this. Go wait in your rooms and tell no one of this." Tandra ordered.
"But...he's a spy! Get rid of the traitor!" Komota exploded. "What's there to think about?!"
"You DARE question me?" Tandra's eyes narrowed, and her face reddened with anger.
Komota stood there for a moment in disbelief of this discussion then lowered her head. "No sir. I'm sorry sir."
"Go to your rooms." The women ordered.
Obi-Wan and Komota turned and left the room. Obi-Wan turned to the girl beside him. "I know you don't believe me, but I'm not a spy." He said quietly.
Komota stopped and turned to him. "Okay... just for a moment lets say you're not a spy, Anoml. Then why did you tell me two different stories of your past?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I can't explain it, but I'll try... When you told me what I had told you originally, it was like that was a dream. It was like a memory, but it was kind of fuzzy. I know it sounds kind of crazy, but I don't really understand it either."
Komota frowned, taking this all in. "Look, I'll keep this in mind, but I'm not sayin' I believe ya either. I just won't completely doubt you. Deal?" "I guess that's gotta be good enough." Obi-Wan gave a lopsided grin, and they continued towards their rooms.
"Master Jinn, your clothing are ready." Jallist told the Jedi Master, who was helping clean up the debris in the conference room.
"I suppose I had better get ready to go then." He replied, heading for his room with Jallist following.
"I'll fix your skin color. I just need to get the tin. I'll pick up your clothing on my way." Jallist offered. "I'll come back in fifteen minutes?"
"That will give me just enough time to clean up." Qui-Gon replied as they parted.
Just as Qui-Gon emerged from the fresher, the door buzzed. He let Jallist in.
"Here are your cloths. You won't have to wear a hat like Obi-Wan though." She told him as she handed him a bundle she took out of her bag.
Qui-Gon put on his outfit minus the gloves. When he went back into the main room, Jallist was seated at the table with her tin open beside her.
"You look good." Jallist said with a smirk.
Qui-Gon's head snapped up from adjusting his shirt. He was not used to receiving compliments. He cocked an eyebrow then replied, "Thank you."
"Come sit here, so I can transform you... into a Nogarian." Jallist told him mischievously, pointing to a chair.
Qui-Gon sat across from Jallist, as she rubbed the cloth in the grey liquid/powder, then smoothed it over Qui-Gon's face. "It will be a little harder to put it on you because of your beard." She pointed out. Once she was finished his face, she applied it to his arms and hands.
"Just put on your gloves and you're ready to go."
"Thank you for your help."
"It was not a problem. Oh...here is a blaster for you." She pulled the small blaster out from the bag she had brought the supplies in. Qui-Gon hid it in his boot, then put on his utility belt.
"I will walk you to their headquarters." Jallist offered. Then they left for the place Obi-Wan was at.
Obi-Wan sat in his room impatiently. He tried to sit still, but he couldn't. Finally he pulled off his hat to fidget with. Obi-Wan's eyes opened wide with surprise as a thin braid fell in front of his right ear. He sat and stared at it for a moment in shock. /Only Jedi have braids like this. So...why do I have one? / A thought struck him, slowly he reached his hand to the back of his head to feel for a small ponytail. He never found one, but he did find a spot of hair that was three times the length of the rest of his hair. /It just isn't tied up./ He thought in a daze. /Why is my hair like a Jedi apprentice's? / Just then it hit him like a ton of bricks. /What happened to me? Does this have something to do with the strange feeling I had this morning? Am I a Jedi?/ He pulled his hat back on and tucked the braid back up, in case someone was to come into his room.
After Jallist had shown Qui-Gon where to go, she returned to the palace. Qui-Gon slowly made his way around the rounded wall of Kriff headquarters in search of a guard. Qui-Gon had a plan. Once he finally spotted a guard, he went up to him.
"Wadd'ya want?" the guard growled, spotting Qui-Gon approaching.
"I need to speak with someone in charge." Qui-Gon replied.
"Why should I let ya?"
Qui-Gon reached down, and pulled his blaster out of his boot. "I need to speak with someone in charge." He repeated a little slower and gruff this time.
"Good reason." The guard replied nervously. Then he opened the door. "Follow me."
Qui-Gon was led down a long hallway and into what appeared to be an office.
"Griffner sir, this man says he has to talk to you." The guard explained then went back to his post by the outside door.
The desk chair turned around. "Ya? What is it?" he demanded.
"You have a kid here with the name of Anoml Min'Lu. He's my son. I want him back." Qui-Gon ordered.
He has already joined. Once in, he has to stay." Griffner drummed his fingers together.
Qui-Gon expected some resistance, so he went on, "Well, if he can't quit, I want to join. I want to get the princess off the throne anyway." "Anoml told us he was an orphan at birth, so what do you have to say about that?
Qui-Gon was a little stunned by that. /That wasn't the story Jallist told him to use. Obi-Wan wouldn't just forget a thing like that, would he? /
"I know I wasn't around much, but he didn't have to say he's an orphan. I guess I deserve that though." Qui-Gon made up quickly.
"We'll have to test ya before you can join." Griffner explained. "I'll show ya to your room."
"Could I talk to Anoml first?" Qui-Gon asked.
Griffner thought for a moment, then replied, "You have to realise first that Anoml was in a speeder accident just before we found him. He lost some of his memories, so he may not remember you."
/That definitely isn't true. I want to find out what's going on here. Maybe Obi-Wan can give me some answers./ Qui-Gon thought, then said, "Alright, but I still want to talk with him."
"Okay, come with me." Griffner led him to a door down another hallway. "This is your room. Come here when you're done yakkin'."
Griffner took him to a door not far from his own. "Here's his room." Griffner then headed back to his office.
Qui-Gon knocked. "Ya?" a voice called. Qui-Gon opened the door and saw his padawan laying on his bed with his hands behind his head.
When Obi-Wan saw the man who had just entered his room, he thought there was something familiar about him. "Wadd'ya want?"
Qui-Gon gave a puzzled look. It was as if Obi-Wan never even recognised him. /Obi-Wan never acts THIS disrespectful. He never even sat up when I entered./ Qui-Gon thought. "Obi-Wan?"
"You must have the wrong room. There is no Obi-Wan here."
/Something is definitely wrong./ Qui-Gon thought with horror. "Obi-Wan, don't you know me?"
"My name is Anoml Min'Lu, I told you there is no Obi-Wan here, and I've never seen you before."
When Obi-Wan said this, Qui-Gon felt ill, but recovered quickly. <>/I will have to show him who he is./ He realised.
Qui-Gon sat down on his padawan's bed. "Do I look at all familiar to you?" Obi-Wan didn't want to co-operate, but there was something about this man... he sat up and studied Qui-Gon. "I...don't know. You look vaguely familiar, but...I don't know why."
"What do you remember of your life?" Qui-Gon asked.
Obi-Wan didn't know if he should actually tell this man what he remembered. /But maybe he can tell me what's goin' on./
"I was an orphan at birth, I was starving on the streets when the Kriffs found me...I owe my life to them."
"No. Your name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. You are training to be a Jedi Knight. I am your Master...Qui-Gon Jinn. I have trained you since before you turned thirteen. We came to this planet on a mission to protect the princess. You came to the Kriffs to find out more about them so they could be stopped...don't you remember anything?" Qui-Gon asked, feeling a tinge of sadness hit him.
Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. He leaned forward and put his thumb on Qui-Gon's cheek, gently he wiped it. When he took his thumb away, there was a streak of white skin. Obi-Wan's eyes widened. "It...it was as if something told me to do that."
"Obi-Wan, something is dreadfully wrong here. I felt it this morning. It was as if your presence was fading from the Force."
Obi-Wan had NO idea what the man was talking about, but he knew it was important. He also knew this man...Qui-Gon Jinn, was telling the truth.
"Look." Qui-Gon pulled out his communication transmitter, and pushed a button.
Obi-Wan jumped when he felt a vibrating at his waist. He pulled up his shirt to reveal his own transmitter. Then he noticed his white skin; he had only seen his arms and hands since the chip was installed, so he didn't know his real skin color.
"It's true." Obi-Wan whispered, then looked up at Qui-Gon. "What do I call you?"
"You would call me 'Master'. I am more of a teacher to you, but that's what we are called at the Jedi temple." Qui-Gon explained, knowing Obi-Wan wouldn't have remembered that.
"Okay...Master. I believe you, but what's wrong with me? Why don't I remember all that? I noticed my braid, but couldn't figure out why my hair was like a Jedi's. What do we do now?"
"I'm not sure what they did to you, Obi-Wan, but I intend on finding out. I am going to be tested to see if I am good enough to join, then once I am in, we will try to figure out this mystery."
"Alright."
"You will have to still pretend you are Anoml Min'Lu, and keep your story the same. I told them I am your father, I just wasn't around much, so you classify yourself as an orphan. My name is Penrid Min'Lu...if anyone asks." Qui-Gon told him.
"Oh...Master, I guess I should tell you, there is this girl here and..." Obi-Wan started.
"Obi-Wan, we don't have time for girls, we are too busy." Qui-Gon joked, but saw a confused look on his padawan's face, and realised Obi-Wan wouldn't remember his past, so he wouldn't remember how Qui-Gon would tease him at times. "Forget it. Go on."
Obi-Wan explained the situation of his past, and how he somehow came up with two different versions of his past. Then he explained how Tandra sent them to their rooms while she thought of what she had been told.
"Obi-Wan, you have to try and find out what's going on, and what they did to you, okay?"
"Yes Master."
Qui-Gon then went to his room and meditated, until a knock came at his door. "Yes?" he asked.
A middle age woman entered. "Here's ya food."
Qui-Gon thanked her, and after she left, he examined the stew she had handed him. /It appears to be eatable./ He thought, so he ate a spoonful. /I am surprised Obi-Wan never complained about the food. It's ANYTHING but good./
Komota was impatient from sitting on her bed for so long. /If Anoml is telling the truth, something fishy is going on, and I wanna find out what it is./ She decided, so she listened at her door to see if anyone was coming, then crept out. She quietly headed for Tandra's office.
T.B.C.
You are visitor # to come here since May 29, 2000.
© 2000 heather.lively@ns.sympatico.ca
Get your own Free Home Page