[Jedi Apprentice] - 17

CHAPTER 1


Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn sighed deeply as he strode down the hall. The Council felt he had been inactive for too long, and he knew it. They had been patient as he mourned the death of his dear friend Tahl. And now they were waiting for him to decide he was ready to resume his active life as a Jedi.

Except he wasn’t. And he was not sure he ever would be.

Qui-Gon turned a corner, heading for the Council room. The Council had summoned him, but hadn’t explained why. Perhaps they had grown tired of waiting. Perhaps they were going to send him on a mission anyway.

Maybe it is for the best, Qui-Gon thought, trying to make himself believe it. He’d been attempting to convince himself of so many things lately, though he did not often succeed. And at least it will be good for Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon’s Padawan walked noiselessly beside him, his face a mask of perfect calm. Qui-Gon knew what lurked underneath. He could feel the tension growing between him and his apprentice. He sensed that Obi-Wan wanted to speak, and yet he was uncharacteristically silent.

Though Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had never been far apart over the last few months, in many ways Qui-Gon had deserted his apprentice. He wished he could say something to reassure Obi-Wan. Soothing speeches used to come so easily. But Jedi wisdom felt somehow hollow to him now. He would not offer the boy empty words.

Pausing outside the Council room, Obi-Wan turned to his Master. Qui-Gon saw he was about to speak, but before he could say anything the Council room doors hissed open.

Only three of the twelve Council seats were filled. Qui-Gon was not surprised to see so few members present. He greeted his old friends and stood before them in the familiar circle.

Yoda, Mace Windu, and Plo Koon thanked the Jedi team for coming. Their eyes passed briefly over Obi-Wan, then rested on Qui-Gon. They were obviously concerned.

Qui-Gon could feel the Council members looking deep inside him, trying to determine if sending him on a mission was the right decision. He was surprised to find that he could not hold their gaze. Rather than lifting his burden of sorrow, their caring made him painfully aware of the weight he was bearing.

Looking past the seated Masters to the Coruscant skyline, Qui-Gon tried to settle his feelings. He wondered yet again why he could not let this flood of emotion flow through him. He had been taught to do just that by great teachers - some now seated before him - and it had always worked. Yet it did not work now.

Obi-Wan shifted his feet, and Qui-Gon realized that the silence had gone on for too long.

“We’ve received a request from Senator Crote of Frego,” Mace Windu began at last. “He has asked for Jedi assistance in transporting a witness to Coruscant to testify before the Senate.”

Qui-Gon nodded. Protecting important witnesses was routine for the Jedi. As he’d suspected, this first mission would be a simple assignment - something easy. A distraction. That was why there were only three members of the Council present.

“A simple task it is not,” Yoda said, as if in answer to Qui-Gon’s thoughts. “There is much danger on Frego.”

Mace Windu continued to study Qui-Gon’s face. “We would not send you if we did not think you were ready. Do you feel ready, Qui-Gon?”

Qui-Gon did not know. He had no desire to leave the Temple, or even his simple rooms. But it would not be fair to Obi-Wan to live in seclusion forever.

“I am ready,” Qui-Gon replied, more firmly than he believed.

Qui-Gon could feel Obi-Wan’s relief. It rushed from him like a breath that had been held for a long time and finally released. The Council members, too, seemed to relax upon hearing Qui-Gon’s words. They stopped searching his thoughts. They had the answer they wanted. Qui-Gon hoped he had made the right decision.

“As Yoda said, the situation is complicated,” Plo Koon said. “We’ve asked Jocasta Nu to give you all of the information you need before you depart.” He gestured toward the Temple archives.

“Go now you must,” Yoda added gravely.

“We fear the danger for the witness is growing. The sooner you get to Frego, the better,” Mace said, dismissing Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan with a wave of his hand. “May the Force be with you.”

Qui-Gon nodded and walked slowly out of the circular room, followed by Obi-Wan. Even after hearing the Masters’ cautionary words, he felt sure that the mission would be simple to complete… as long as his spirit didn’t fail him.

Jocasta Nu was a thin, wispy Jedi with long graying hair that she wore in a tight bun. She stood up from her work table the moment the Jedi entered the room. The picture of efficiency, she gathered her materials and gestured toward another, larger table, asking Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to take a seat.