The first (kinda) story of 'The Watcher and The Watched' is now
written.
Warning: the following story contains implications of a m/m
relationship. STOP NOW if you are below 18 years of age OR if
you are easily offended.
Disclaimer: all hail almighty Lucasworld and its attendant
minions. And also please note: this story is not for profit,
only written for the satisfaction of my readers.
Author: Ki
Archive: MA archive?, personal homepage
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan (implied)
Rating: PG
Warning: post A/U TPM (speculative fiction here)
Summary: Post TPM this is basically speculative fiction. This
short fiction is the 'preamble'/prologue to the sequel series
"The Watcher and The Watched". The thoughts of Master Yoda on
the child Anakin, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Hints
Acknowledgements: a big thank you to those who wrote to me and
encouraged me to write more on the 'Lycanthrope' series!
Feedback: yes! yes! yes!
The ancient Master watched the sunset color the Coruscant sky
with tinges of orange and red. There were clouds this evening,
fleecy and tipped with gold. Spaceships, small cruisers and
other forms of transport formed lines, a constant river of
traffic. Very soon, the night lights would be activated and the
city-planet would turn into a brilliant orb, all mechanic and
artificial.
Brilliant orb, yes. Filled with millions of voices and lives.
Coruscant was a ball of energy, crackling with activity.
Politics, urban administration, myriad spires and spires of
buildings.
It was all restless energy as well, urban folk rushing in and
out.
What would happen if this sphere of life winked out like a
candle in the wind?
He looked at his gnarled hands and his gimmer stick. He was
getting old; his bones ached with age. He could swear that the
Padawans he had taught were now fully-grown, qualified Jedi
Knights.
With a sigh, he gazed past the window, past the traffic of the
Coruscant night sky and peered into the vastness of space.
They were returning.
The child Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi.
He could sense the ship exit out from hyperspace, the Republic
cruiser slipping out from the vortex like a shining ruby-red
wedge.
Ah, the child. The old Master could feel the Force in him. It
was strong, unusually strong. But it was tampered with
something else and it bode ill.
What could the beautiful Coruscant do when its lights were
extinguished adruptly?
Qui-Gon championed the child, wanted to take Anakin as padawan.
He felt that powerfully for the child
As for Qui-Gon, the aged Master saw the future criss-crossed
with a lot of pain, a lot of sorrow. It would not be easy for
his former padawan and he could feel the ache in his heart.
Qui-Gon Jinn was a determined man. Rebellious, yes. Headstrong.
He was bypassed for a seat on the Council because of his
different views. Yet, oddly enough, the Jedi Council depended
on him for his diplomatic skills and warrior abilities.
Rebellious. But could he deal with this new future?
Qui-Gon's lycanthropy muddled the clarity of that
already-twisted future. How could he teach Anakin with that
condition still in him? Images of possible futures, of a
formidable lupine creature with its mouth reddened with human
blood and a corpse, wove like constantly changing helixes
uneasily in the mind of the old Jedi Master
As for Obi-Wan Kenobi, he too faced the same future. His life
was intricately intertwined with Qui-Gon's and Anakin's. He had
to face his Trials of Knighthood one day. He would question the
intimate bond between him and Qui-Gon
Steps behind him warned him of another new arrival.
"Master Yoda, you seem quiet." The low voice was Mace Windu's.
Yoda did not look up, but he nodded.
"I have just got word. Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi have
returned." Mace said softly, looking at the twinkling lights.
It was night now.
"Anakin?" Yoda breathed the name of the child.
Mace turned to gaze down at Yoda. "He traveled with them."
Yoda went back to his silent contemplation.
"Master?"
The tone in Mace's voice made Yoda regard the dark-skinned man
intently. "Speak."
"About Qui-Gon "
"Decided, Qui-Gon has." Yoda said firmly and moved away from
the window, thumping his way to the door.
Mace Windu bowed slightly. He knew that tone of Yoda and he had
decided not to fight it.
Silently he followed the tiny Jedi Master.
Yoda shuffled down the corridor, Master Windu pacing next
beside him. The gimmer stick beat a steady tattoo.
Thump-thumpthump. Thumpthump-thump.
He caught a glimpse of the sparkling Coruscant night and shook
his head.
Beautiful Coruscant seemed, its life would be short
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