rotating force fields had separated the two Jedi knights.
Obi Wan looked on almost helplessly as Qui-Gon took on the Sith
single-handedly. Out of the corner
of his eye, he caught sight of a figure standing on a ledge far above the duelling
enemies, apparently keeping a close eye on the battle.
He looked closer. It was that
timelord, Mika. He frowned as he
wondered why the hell she didn't do something to help.
For a moment, their eyes met.. and he understood.
There was nothing she could do. History
could not be changed.
Wan turned his attention back to the battle at hand.
Suddenly, the Sith caught Qui-Gon seemingly off guard and bashed him in
the face with the handle of his double laser sword.
Then, in one swift movement he plunged his weapon to the hilt in the Jedi
Master's midsection dropping him instantly.
Obi Wan screamed in horror as this scene unfolded before him.
The instant the force screens rotated he was out and upon the Sith like a
shot, lunging at him with everything he had; with all the fury and sadness he
felt at the fate of his beloved Master Jinn.
as he fought, the young Padawan glanced over at the fallen figure.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Mika had somehow descended from
above and was now kneeling beside the Jedi.
Satisfied that at least he was being looked after, Obi Wan went after
Darth Maul with redoubled fury. But
the Dark Sith was no match for him, parrying his every blow with graceful,
almost dance-like movements.
sabres of the two combatants clashed again and again, sending sparks into the
air and tingeing it with a stifling heat. Kenobi's anger drove him at the Dark
Lord, and he sliced air several times but inches from Maul's midsection.
a sudden blow the young Jedi brought his weapon up, and it connected with the
raised shaft of Maul's sabre, slicing the weapon cleanly in two. One of the two
deadly red blades disappeared, and the Sith casually tossed aside the useless
bit of steel and went into a one handed dance of bravado with his single blade.
was hard pressed to match the Dark Lord. He turned and parried as the Seth's
blows came faster and faster. Kenobi leaped, and somersaulted over Maul, and
went for a rear attack, but the Sith was too quick, and whirled to catch the
Jedi's downward blow and force him back a step. Then, almost mockingly, Maul
lifted one hand, and Kenobi felt an impenetrable force push him back.
He tumbled as the power of the dark side sent him careening into a narrow mouthed shaft.
made no sound. no cry of victory, not even a grunt of effort, as he stepped
closer to the edge of the shaft. Kenobi looked up and saw his painted face
glaring down at him, a tooth-baring sneer that might have been his idea of a
grin across his lips.
the Dark Lord gently tapped the light sabre that lay at the lip of the shaft
where Obi Wan had dropped it in his fall. The young Jedi watched helplessly, as
he clung for dear life to a stem ventilator, and his weapon went spiralling down
into the immeasurable depths below.
Maul began to pace, slapping at the lip of the shaft with his sabre every second
or so, and letting off a quiet hiss from between his clenched teeth.
mind was racing. It was only a matter of time, seconds probably, before Maul
would grow tired of watching him, and turn to Mika and his fallen master. He had
to act, but first he had to think.
thoughts fell on Jinn, or perhaps the mind of the older Jedi called him. And he
saw in his own mind the image of a sabre. Qui-Gon's light sabre lying close to
his right boot. Kenobi concentrated his mind, and all his thoughts on the
weapon, and slowly it began to move.
sat and watched, for a second a look of surprise crossed her face as the sabre
rose, then flew with all the speed of a starfighter up, over Darth Maul's head
and down into the shaft.
the same instant, Kenobi pulled upwards on the stem vent cap he was holding, and
guided his own weight with the power of the force. He hurtled himself into the
air, and into a somersault up and over the waiting Darth Maul. Landing directly
behind him, Qui-Gon's light sabre in his hand, Kenobi snapped it on and the
green blade shot out.
lifted his weapon as Obi-Wan poised himself to strike, and the Sith took a step
back. But it was a step too far. As Kenobi watched, his blue eyes wide, he was
cheated of his vengeance by the Seth's own footing.
Dark lord slipped and went flying helplessly, silently, down the shaft he had
trapped Kenobi in only a moment before, his sabre flying from his hand. The last
Kenobi saw of him, he was growling and groping wildly for the walls of the
shaft. Gone. Dead. Presumably somewhere at Naboo's core.
deactivated his master's sabre, and rushed, after one last glance down the
shaft, to his side.
moved aside as the apprentice carefully cradled his master's head in his hands.
Obi-Wan shot her a questioning look, as if begging her to do something to
save this man's life. The timelord
took a deep breath. She closed her
eyes as if fighting some inner conflict. Finally,
she came to a decision and sprang into action.
Mika carefully examined the wound then placed her hands around it,
concentrating on her healing powers. Kenobi
watched in trepidation as she attempted to save his master.
opened his eyes and tried to speak. Obi
Wan looked upon him, concern riddling his face.
it's too late for me..."
fallen Jedi moaned in pain as Mika worked on his wound.
He looked up at the sad face of his Padawan apprentice. "Obi-Wan....
you must promise me.... you must train the boy."
is the chosen one... promise me... you'll train him." Qui-Gon brought a
trembling hand to young Kenobi's forehead, touching his temple, doing the Jedi
mind-trick on his own student.
train him... you have my word," Obi Wan finally agreed.
managed a wan smile as Mika sat back, exhausted from her efforts.
I've healed the wound and repaired most of the damage.
Luckily that type of weapon cauterizes as it enters the body, so there
was no bleeding."
Wan gave a short sigh of relief as he gazed at the still face of his Master.
"He'll be all right then?" he asked her hopefully.
leaned forward and brushed some stray hairs from Qui-Gon's forehead.
Out of Kenobi's sight, she pressed a small object to the Master's neck,
then quickly hid it within the folds of her sleeve.
"That's up to him now," she answered, leaning back and sighing.
"I've done all I can do."
I ..." Qui-Gon started. Suddenly,
his eyes closed and his head slumped lifelessly to one side.
Kenobi panicked and checked for a heartbeat.
There was none. Jedi Master
Qui-Gon Jinn was dead. "But
I thought you said you healed him?" Obi Wan was beside himself.
shook her head calmly. "I did.
It was almost as if he didn't want to live.
There is nothing more I can do."
She stood solemnly and placed a tiny hand on young Obi Wan's shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I
that night, very much later, a low moaning wheezing sound echoed solemnly
through the grounds just outside Queen Amidala's palace.
There, in the small stone gazebo used for funeral pyres, a large stone
pillar materialized seemingly out of mid air.
A small section opened inwards and out stepped Mika.
Her face looked sad and tired, not at all her usual cheery self.
Before her on a raised stone altar lay the body of Qui-Gon Jinn.
He had been prepared for cremation. All
that remained was the formal funeral rites to be performed early the next
morning. But the timelord had other
and quickly, Mika slid a small plastic shield onto a corner of the byre he was
lying upon. She repeated this for
the other three corners. She then
pulled out a small control box and began to activate it when she sensed a
presence. Quickly she secreted the
device back in the folds of her robe and gazed upon the deathlike face of the
fallen Jedi Master. She brushed
aside a few stray strands of long, brown hair from the closed eyes when a figure
appeared beside her. It was young
slowly drew her hand back and cast a sideways glance at the apprentice Jedi.
was a great man," he said softly.
she agreed. "He will be sorely
stood together in silence, Mika wanting Kenobi to do what he had come to do and
leave so she could get on with her work.
he wasn't to be put off so easily.
cared about him didn't you? That's
why you tried to save him even though you knew he was to die?"
wasn't prepared for that question. "Um,
why... um, yes. I guess I did,"
she muttered. "But, well, it's
too late for that now, isn't it? I
really did all I could. It was
like... like he didn't want to be saved. You
I know." Obi Wan sighed.
"You know what the really strange thing is though?" he asked,
looking down at her, then back at his former Master.
"I see him lying here. And
I know he's gone. But I can still
feel him.. his mind is still here. It's
quiet and dark, but it's still here, still part of the Force."
tensed up a little. She could make
everything seem like it was in death except his mind.
When that went, death was permanent.
"Ahh, who knows what awaits us when we pass on from this life?
The only ones who know have no way of telling us.
Smart though we may be, there are some things we shall never know."
Jedi nodded. "I suppose you are
right. Still, it is a strange
she agreed. They stood beside their
fallen comrade in silence. Gently,
Mika took his large hand in hers. Obi
Wan marvelled at how tiny hers seemed in comparison.
"He was so strong and powerful, yet so gentle," she mused
wistfully, mostly to herself.
raised his now stilled hand to her cheek, feeling it's strength against her soft
skin. In spite of what she knew, a
single tear escaped from the corner of her eye, falling upon his chest, melting
into the fabric of his tunic leaving a tiny dark spot.
Obi Wan saw this and moved closer to her. Placing
his hand upon her shoulder, he spoke softly.
"He will be missed... by us all."
nodded and gently replaced Qui-Gon's hand by his side.
see you at the funeral then?" Kenobi asked.
she shook her head, "I won't be there."
he asked, puzzled look on his face.
timelord shrugged. "My work
here is finished. Time for me to
move on. Other worlds to save,
people to annoy... that sort of thing."
They stood together in silence, Kenobi not wanting to leave just yet and
Mika mentally urging him on.
She did indeed have work to do.
then," he said at long last with a sigh.
"I'll leave you to it then."
Young Obi Wan Kenobi turned to leave.
Wan," Mika called out as he had reached the bottom of the short flight of
steps. "Take care of yourself.
It was good to meet you. I'm...
I'm proud to call you my friend."
eyes met one last time. "I'm
proud to know you as well, Mika." Then
he turned and trotted quickly off, back in the direction of the palace.
heaved a huge sigh as she watched him go. When
he was far enough away and safely out of earshot, she pulled out the control and
pressed the 'on' button. The four
corners of the litter lit up and began to hum, lifting the still form of Qui-Gon
Jinn a few inches from the surface of the altar.
Smiling, she opened the door to her TARDIS and carefully guided the
entire platform into its interior. A
few moments later she emerged, apparently with the same 'package', replacing it
on the altar and switching off the control unit.
The litter dropped in place with a soft thud, sending a light cloud of
dust billowing into the air. Coughing,
Mika waved her arms to dissipate the dust then began removing the hover pods
from the corners of the byre. With a
final sigh and one last look, she turned and re-entered the TARDIS.
There was a huge, mysterious smile on her face as the doors swung to and
the pillar disappeared with the same groaning, wheezing sound with which it had
in the palace, Obi Wan froze. The
constant presence of Qui-Gon's mind that he had felt in the Force, though very
dark and faint, had suddenly vanished. His features sank as he realized that his
beloved teacher and friend was finally and completely gone.