[Jedi Apprentice] - 18

CHAPTER 1


Obi-Wan Kenobi stood perfectly still. He sensed no movement in the darkened room, yet his muscles were tensed, ready for attack. The only light came from the glowing blue blade of his lightsaber. The only discernible sounds were the hum of the blade and the Jedi’s almost undetectable breathing. Obi-Wan had been standing in the same position, balanced on a thin rail, for nearly an hour. Still, he waited.

Suddenly Qui-Gon’s voice penetrated the silence, breaking Obi-Wan’s concentration. A message from his Master over the comlink was not what Obi-Wan had expected. Momentarily distracted, he almost missed the stealth-training probe moving rapidly toward his head. That was what he had been waiting for.

Obi-Wan turned awkwardly on the slim rail and sliced the probe out of the air. Leaping high to another unseen rail, he knocked out two more probes. A moment later the lights in the room came on and the young Jedi deactivated his lightsaber.

Obi-Wan shook his head. The exercise was complete, but the seventeen-year-old Jedi was not pleased with his performance.

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan replied to Qui-Gon over the comlink.

“We’ve been summoned by the Council. Meet me there.”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan replied. Hope sprang within him. Perhaps the Council had at last summoned them for a mission. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had spent the last two months at the Temple. It was always a relief to come home when a mission was complete, but Obi-Wan did not like to stay too long.

Being a Jedi was constant work. And somehow the dedication, energy, and patience it required seemed to intensify when Obi-Wan was at the Temple, when he wasn’t working toward a mission’s specific objective.

Jedi never stopped learning. But after endless training exercises, Obi-Wan could feel his focus begin to slip. He should not have been so clumsy with the training probes. He should have been prepared for anything. He was growing bored, and that was dangerous.

Outside the Council Chambers, Obi-Wan spotted his Master’s large frame. Even with his back turned, Obi-Wan could sense that Qui-Gon shared none of his eager anticipation, his anxiety. As always his Master exuded calm. Qui-Gon was almost always content with training and meditation alone. Why did Obi-Wan crave action?

Qui-Gon smiled and nodded at his approaching Padawan before activating the door and entering the chamber. A half step behind, Obi-Wan followed as Qui-Gon strode to the center of the room and acknowledged the seated Masters.

Obi-Wan’s pulse quickened slightly. But it was nothing like the nervousness he used to feel when summoned to appear before the Council.

Mace Windu leaned back in his chair, his arm draped across the back. “We’ve received a message from Vorzyd 4,” he said plainly. “They report that they are being sabotaged by Vorzyd 5 and have requested mediation. The planets in the Vorzyd system have never been engaged in war of any kind. But tensions have been brewing between the fourth and fifth planets. All of the planets are interdependent and a dispute between two could trigger a chain reaction, disrupting the whole cluster. Clearly this is something we wish to avoid.”

“So the situation is delicate,” Obi-Wan finished Master Windu’s thought and immediately regretted it. It would not do to reveal his impatience to the Council.

“Very,” Mace continued, appearing to notice neither Obi-Wan’s eagerness nor his interruption. “And to make matters more complicated, Vorzyd 5 denies any wrongdoing.”

“Before you can bring these planets together to talk you will need to assess the matter carefully,” Master Yarael Poof added. “There may be more at stake here than meets the eye.”

Obi-Wan saw Qui-Gon nod slowly, and knew that their work would begin before they even left the Temple. He had heard of the Vorzyd cluster before, but only in passing. The next step was a visit to the Temple archives. Mediation required a good deal of research and background knowledge. The Jedi would have to be prepared for any possible conflict.

Jocasta Nu was ready when the Jedi arrived. She spent most of her time pulling research for Jedi missions. Although she was regularly briefed by a member of the Council as to what planets or systems might soon require Jedi assistance, her ability to access just the right information at just the right time was uncanny. She could almost always sense the moment when a brewing problem was about to boil over.

The viewscreen in the archives was playing a recorded communication from Chairman Port, the leader of Vorzyd 4, when Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon entered the room. Jocasta quickly shut it off.

“Sending you to Vorzyd 4, are they?” she asked with a chuckle. “I’m sure that will be a productive trip.” Obi-Wan did not get the joke. But as Jocasta told them more about the Vorzyd 4’s, he began to understand.