Star Wars - [Jedi Apprentice 07] - The Captive Temple (by Jude Watson)

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Jedi Apprentice
#7
TheCaptiveTemple
by
Jude Watson
.lit by DrB 11/04
The change at theJediTemple hit Obi-Wan Kenobi even before he'd stepped inside. TheTemple was
usually a place of meditation and study, the hushed quiet often interrupted by the sound of soft laughter
from behind a closed door, the excited voices of young children, or the faint sound of splashing fountains.
But now the peace is gone, Obi-Wan thought. The quiet felt ominous. It wasn't the quiet of busy souls
going about their day. It was the wary hush of a sanctuary under siege.
Obi-Wan stood with his former Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, outside the closed door of the Jedi Council
room. At any moment they would be summoned inside. They had been called back to theTemple for the
most devastating of reasons - an attack on Jedi Master Yoda's life.
Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon. To an observer, Qui-Gon would seem to possess his usual composure.
But Obi-Wan knew better. He could sense the sharp distress that ticked underneath the control.
TheTemple was on high security. As always it was completely closed to outsiders. But now even Jedi
Knights had been ordered to stay away until further notice. All arrivals and departures were monitored,
and no one was allowed to leave except on the most pressing of missions. Even though most of the Jedi
knew Qui-Gon by sight, both he and Obi-Wan had to undergo a retinal scan before entering theTemple
from the spaceport level.
Qui-Gon's finger tapped the hilt of his lightsaber,then stopped. His face smoothed out, and Obi-Wan
knew that Qui-Gon was reaching out to the Force to find his center of calm.
Obi-Wan tried to controlhis own apprehension. He was burning with questions and speculations, but he
did not dare break the silence. Relations between him and his former Master had been strained since
Obi-Wan decided he couldn't be Qui-Gon's Padawan any longer. He had renounced his Jedi training in
order to help the young people of Melida/Daan bring peace to their planet. Obi-Wan realized now what
a mistake he had made. He was a Jedi to the bone. All he wanted was to be accepted back into the
order and be Qui-Gon's Padawan again.
Qui-Gon had told Obi-Wan that he'd forgiven him for leaving the Jedi. But if Qui-Gon had truly forgiven
him in his heart, why was there this awkward silence between them? Qui-Gon was a reserved man, but
Obi-Wan had come to count on the respect and warmth he often saw in his former Master's eyes, as
well as his occasional flashes of humor.
Obi-Wan knew that once he was called inside the Council chamber, his own fate might be decided. His
heart rose at the thought that perhaps the Council had already voted to accept him back. He had told
Yoda that he deeply regretted his decision. He hoped that Yoda might have pleaded his case.
Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his forehead. His increasing anxiety had caused him to perspire. Or was
theTemple warmer than normal?
He was about to ask Qui-Gon when the door to the Council room hissed open. Obi-Wan stepped into
the room behind Qui-Gon. The twelve Council members ringed the chamber in a semicircle. Gray light
flooded the room from the large windows overlooking the white towers and spires of Coruscant.
Outside, the wispy clouds looked like thin metallic sheets. An occasional flash of silver shimmered, the
wings of a spacecraft catching a ray of sunshine as the clouds momentarily parted.
Obi-Wan had only been in the Council room a few times. He was always awed by the depth of the
Force here. With so many Jedi Masters in one space, the air seemed charged.
Immediately his eyes sought Yoda. He was relieved to see the Jedi Master sitting in his usual place,
appearing calm and healthy. Yoda's gaze passed over him neutrally,then focused on Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan
felt a twinge of worry. He wished Yoda's glance had been more reassuring.
Qui-Gon took his place in the center of the room, and Obi-Wan joined him.
A senior member of the Council, Mace Windu, did not waste time on preliminaries. "We thank you for
coming," he said in his dignified way. His eyebrows knit together worriedly. "To be frank, this event has
shaken us.
Master Yoda rose before dawn to meditate, as is his custom. He went to the Room of a Thousand
Fountains, again as is his custom. Before reaching a footbridge he sensed a surge in the dark side of the
Force. He hesitated, listening to the Force, and in that heartbeat a device planted underneath the
footbridge exploded. The intention was to kill Yoda. Luckily he is not so easily fooled."
Mace Windu paused. A collective shudder seemed to run through everyone in the Council room.So
many depended on Yoda's wisdom.
"Mace Windu, here with you nowam I," Yoda said gently. "Dwell onthe could haves, we must not.
Focus on the solution, we must."
Mace Windu nodded. "Master Yoda saw the flicker of a meditation robe as someone hurried away.
This person ducked underneath a waterfall, then disappeared in the churning surf."
"Strong in the dark side, he was," Yoda said, nodding.
"We know that Bruck Chun hasn't left theTemple since you discovered he was the culprit in the thefts,"
Mace Windu said to Qui-Gon. "We still do not know who he has allied himself with. We only know
there is an intruder in theTemple ."
"Has the person been spotted again?" Qui-Gon asked.
"No," Mace Windu said. He reached for a data sheet on the arm of his chair. "But just this morning, a
student found this. It was left outside a meditation chamber."
Qui-Gon took the data sheet from Mace Windu's outstretched hand. He read it,then handed it to
Obi-Wan.
MEDITATE ON THIS, MASTERS: NEXT TIME I WILL NOT FAIL.
Mace Windu placed his hands on each armrest. "Naturally, this has been the focus of consideration and
debate. We feel the dark side working. Not only that, but it appears the invader has managed to
sabotage our central power structure. You may have noticed the warmer air. We have a perplexing
problem with the air cooling unit. Every time Miro Daroon fixes something in the tech center, there is
another malfunction elsewhere. There have also been various problems with the lighting and
communication systems in some of the wings of theTemple . Miro is hard-pressed to keep up."
Obi-Wanwas puzzled. Mace Windu had not looked at him once during his briefing. Why was he here?
He wasn't technically a Jedi, since the Council had not extended the offer to take him back. And he
certainly wasn't Qui-Gon's Padawan any longer.
At that moment, every face on the Jedi Council turned to him. Mace Windu's intense gaze studied his
face. Obi-Wan struggled to remember his Jedi training in composure. It wasn't easy to have twelve Jedi
Masters staring at him. And the penetrating gaze of Mace Windu was the most rigorous of all. His dark
eyes had a way of making you feel he had seen into the very heart of you, ferreting out secret feelings you
weren't even aware you had.
"Obi-Wan, we are hoping that you will have insights into what Bruck Chun can and will do," Mace
Windu said heavily.
"I wasn't his friend," Obi-Wan said, surprised.
"You were his rival," Mace Windu said. "That could be even more valuable to us."
Obi-Wanwas at a loss. "But I didn't know Bruck well. I knew how he would move in a lightsaber duel,
yes. But not what was in his mind or heart."
No one said anything. Obi-Wan struggled not to betray his apprehension. He had disappointed the Jedi
Masters once more. Looking around the room, he did not meet one friendly eye. Even Yoda gave him no
encouragement. He wanted to wipe his damp palms on his tunic, but he didn't dare.
"Of course I'll do whatever I can to help," he added quickly. "Just tell me what you want me to do. I
can talk to his friends--"
"No need," Mace Windu interrupted. He laced his long fingers together.
"Until a decision is made by the Council, we must ask you not to interfere withTemple business unless
we ask you otherwise."
Obi-Wan felt stung. "TheTemple is my home!" he cried.
"You are welcome to remain here until your situation is resolved, of course," Mace Windu said. "There
is still much discussion to take place."
"But there is a real threat to theTemple ," Obi-Wan argued. "You need help. And I wasn't here during
the petty thefts. I'm one of the few Jedi students who can be ruled out as a suspect. Someone could have
helped Bruck. I could investigate."
Obi-Wan saw with a sinking feeling that he had made a mistake. He should have known better than to
ask the Council to take him back based on the fact that he could be of use to them in a crisis.
Mace Windu's sharp gaze cut him like ice. "I think the Jedi can manage to solve the crisis without that
kind of help from you."
"Of course," Obi-Wan said. "But I wish to tell all the Jedi Masters that I feel genuine remorse for my
decision. It felt right at the time, but I've come to see how wrong it was. I want nothing more than to have
back what I once had. I want to be a Padawan. I want to be a Jedi."
"Have again what you had, you cannot," Yoda said. "Different you are. Different is Qui-Gon. Every
moment makes you so. Every decision a cost it has."
Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke up. "Obi-Wan, you have violated not only the trust of Qui-Gon, but the trust of
the Council. You seem not to recognize this."
"But I do!" Obi-Wan exclaimed. "I take responsibility for it and I'm sorry for it."
"You are thirteen years old, Obi-Wan. You are not a child," Mace Windu said with a frown. "Why do
you speak as one? Sorry does not make the offense disappear. You interfered in the internal affairs of a
planet without official Jedi approval. You defied the order of your Master. A Master depends on the
loyalty of the Padawan, just as the Padawan depends on the Master. If that trust is broken, the bond
shatters."
The sting of Mace's words made Obi-Wan wince. He did not expect the Council to be so severe. He
couldn't look at Qui-Gon. His gaze found Yoda's.
"Unclear your path is, Obi-Wan," Yoda said with more gentleness. "Hard it is to wait. But wait you
must to see your way revealed."
"You may go, Obi-Wan," Mace Windu said. "We must speak with Qui-Gon privately. You may go to
your old quarters."
Well, at least that's something, Obi-Wan thought. He struggled to maintain his dignity as he bowed to
the Council. But he knew his cheeks burned with shame as he left the room.
Obi-Wan felt relieved as the door hissed behind him. He couldn't face the Masters for one more
second. Never in his expectations had he thought his first meeting would go so badly.
He saw a slight figure at the end of the hall, and some of his anxiety lifted. "Bant!" he called.
"I was waiting for you." Bant came toward him, her silver eyes alight. Her salmon skin glowed against a
soft blue tunic.
"It's good to see a friend," Obi-Wan admitted.
Bant peered at him. "It did not go well."
"It could not have gone worse."
She slipped her arms around Obi-Wan and hugged him. Obi-Wan caught the scent of salt and sea, a
unique scent he always associated with Bant, for on Bant, even salt smelled sweet. As a Calamarian, she
was amphibious, needing moisture to live. Her room was kept filled with steam, and she took several
swims a day.
"Let's go," Bant murmured.
He didn't have to ask where. They took the lift tube down to the lake level. It was their special spot.
After long days of classes and training, there was nothing Bant liked better than to immerse herself in the
water for a long swim. Obi-Wan often joined her, or sometimes sat on the bank, watching her gracefully
glide underneath the green water.
They exited the lift tube and walked out to what seemed to be a beautiful sunny day on the surface of
the planet. But they both knew that the golden sun set in a blue sky was actually a series of illumination
banks set high in the domed ceiling. The ground under their feet had been planted with flowering shrubs
and leafy trees. Today the lake area was deserted. Obi-Wan could not see anyone swimming, or walking
along the many trails.
"Students have been asked to stay in their quarters or the dining halls and meditation rooms if they are
not in their classes," Bant said. "It is not an order, merely a request. The attack on Yoda has made us all
cautious."
"It was a shocking thing," Obi-Wan said.
"But what about you?" Bant asked. "What did the Council say?"
Bitterness rose in Obi-Wan. "They will not take me back."
Bant looked startled. "They said this?"
Obi-Wan stared out at the lake, his eyes burning. "Well, no, not in those words. But their attitude was
very severe. I must wait, they say. Bant, what am I going to do?"
She gazed at him, her large silver eyes full of compassion. "Wait."
He turned away impatiently. "You sound like Yoda."
She put a hand on his arm. "But Obi-Wan, what you did was a serious offense. Not serious enough to
get kicked out forever," she added quickly when she saw the look in his eyes. "But the Council will need
to see proof of your sincerity. They will need to meet with you several times. They are compassionate,
Obi-Wan, but they have the whole Jedi order to protect. It is good that this is so. The Jedi path can be a
hard one, and the Council must be sure that your commitment is absolute. That the commitment of each
of us is absolute."
"My commitment is absolute," Obi-Wan said fiercely.
"How can the Council be sure of this, and how can Qui-Gon be sure?" Bant asked with great
gentleness. "For you have said that before, when you first joined him."
Anger filled Obi-Wan, an anger fueled by frustration. He knew that Bant did not want to hurt him. She
gazed at him now with concerned, loving eyes, afraid she had offended him.
"I see," he said shortly. "You blame me, too."
"No," she said quietly. "I am telling you that it will take more time than you wish it to take, maybe more
time than you think you will be able to bear. But the Council will relent and see what I see."
"And what is that?" Obi-Wan asked, scowling."An angry boy?A fool?"
"A Jedi," she said softly, and it was the best thing she could have said.
Suddenly, Obi-Wanwas struck by a thought. What if the Council took him back, but Qui-Gon did not?
If the Council allowed him to remain a Jedi student, he was already thirteen and past the limit to be
chosen by a Jedi Knight as a Padawan. Who would ask him, if not Qui-Gon?
He didn't want another Master, Obi-Wan thought in despair. He wanted Qui-Gon.
They had walked to the far side of the lake without Obi-Wan noticing. Here there was a small cove
where Bant loved to wade. She stepped into the water, smiling as the coolness washed over her ankles.
"Tell me about Melida/Daan," she said. "No one knows what happened there. What was it that made
you commit to their cause and leave us?"
Obi-Wan froze. Perhaps it was the trace of the smile on Bant's face as she asked the question. Perhaps
it was the way the light hit the water, or the way her silver eyes gazed at him trustingly. Perhaps it was the
amount of life in that small moment, so beautiful that it blinded him.
He could not tell her about Cerasi. With so much life around him, how could he speak of death?
Obi-Wanwas suddenly at a loss for words. He had never had trouble talking to Bant before. But what
could he say?
On Melida/Daan, I saw a friend die in front of me. I saw the life in her eyes flicker and dim. I
held her in my arms. I felt another beloved friend turn his back on me. A comrade in arms
betrayed me. And I betrayed my Master.A string of betrayals and a death that has marked my heart
forever.
He could not say any of those things. They lay too deeply in his heart.
When this is over, I'll tell her.When we have time.
"But I want to hear about you," he said, changing the subject. "You look different. Have you grown
since I saw you?"
"Maybe a little," Bant said, pleased. Her short height had always bothered her. "And I'm eleven now."
"Soon you'll be a Padawan," Obi-Wan teased.
Bant did not catch his teasing tone. Her eyes were serious as she nodded. "Yes. Yoda and the Council
think I am ready."
Obi-Wanwas startled. Because of her small size and trusting nature, Bant had always seemed even
younger than she was. She had always tagged after him and his best friends Reeft and Garen Muln.
"You're young to be chosen," he said.
"It is not age but ability that marks a turning point," Bant answered.
"Now you sound like Yoda again."
Bant giggled. "I am quoting Yoda."
"And what about Garen?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Garen is taking an extra tutorial in piloting," Bant answered. "Yoda thinks his reflexes are especially
acute. The Jedi need pilots for missions. He's taking his lesson now in the simulator, or he would have
come to see you."
"And where's Reeft?" Obi-Wan asked with a smile."The dining hall?"
Bant laughed. Their Dresselian friend was known for greedy enjoyment of food. "He was chosen as the
Padawan of Binn Ibes. He's off on his first mission."
A pang shot through Obi-Wan. So Reeft was a Padawan now. Bant would be soon. Garen had been
chosen for special missions. All of his friends were moving forward as he stood still. No, worse than that.
As he moved backward. He had been the first to leave theTemple . Now he would be standing on the
landing platform, waving to his friends as they departed, one after the other. He turned away so that Bant
couldn't see the longing on his face.
"What about Qui-Gon?" Bant asked. "Do you know if he'll take you back once the Council does?"
Leave it to Bant. She always managed to get to the truth of the issue. Since she spoke what was in her
heart, she expected others to do the same.
"I don't know," Obi-Wan said. He bent down to trail a hand in the water, trying to hide his face.
"You know, I thought he was forbidding at first," Bant remarked. "I was a little afraid of him. But I came
to see how gentle he is. I'm sure the way will be smoothed between you."
"I didn't know you knew Qui-Gon at all," Obi-Wan said, surprised.
"Oh, yes," Bant said. "I helped him and Tahl with the theft investigation when you were on
Melida/Daan."
Curious now, Obi-Wan turned to ask her what she had done, but a strange noise interrupted him. Bant
and Obi-Wan looked overhead. A grinding noise filled the air.
They stared up. At first they saw only what they were meant to see: a brilliant sun in a blue sky. Then
everything seemed to happen at once. There was a dimming in the light, and suddenly, an object crashed
down through the sky, which they could now see was only a scrim. The skeletal forms of catwalks and
the blocks of illumination banks were revealed. Part of a horizontal tunnel swung in midair.
"It's the horizontal turbolift," Bant said, horrified. "It's going to crash!"
Obi-Wan saw everything in a flash, but with the clarity of slow motion. The turbolift ran horizontally high
above, crossing above the lake and surrounding trails. Normally, it was hidden from view by the glare
from the giant illumination banks. But a portion of the lift had fallen through its shaft, knocking out a bank
of lights.
"The repulsorlift engines must have blown," Obi-Wan guessed. "It's hanging by a thread."
"That turbolift links the nursery and care centers for the younger children to the dining halls," Bant said,
her eyes on it. "It could be filled with children." She wrenched her eyes away.
"I don't have my comlink," Obi-Wan said quickly. "It was damaged on Melida/Daan."
"I'll go," Bant decided. "You stay in case ... in case it falls."
Bant streaked away. Obi-Wan knew she was heading for the comm unit at the entrance to the lake
level. He could not tear his eyes from the turbolift. The shaft swayed slightly. Any moment it could plunge
into the lake below.
But the turbolift held.
He couldn't stand around and do nothing. Obi-Wan scanned the tech area overhead. He hadn't realized
what a maze of catwalks it was. If the children could climb out of the turbolift, they could escape over the
catwalks to the tech service level....
The thought flashed across his mind and he sprinted toward the tech door hidden in the foliage. He burst
through and pressed the button for the vertical lift tube. Nothing happened. Obi-Wan turned and saw a
narrow staircase heading up. He took the stairs two at a time, his legs pumping,his muscles tiring as the
long climb went on. Still he did not falter.
At last he burst out onto the top level. A tunnel led to a series of doors marked with numbers: B27,
B28, B29, and on and on. Which door would lead to a catwalk closest to the damaged turbolift?
Obi-Wan paused. His heart was beating furiously. He wanted to charge ahead, but he would waste
precious time if he didn't think this through. He oriented himself to the floor below, picturing where the
turbolift hung. Then he quickly walked down the tunnel past the doors until he felt he was close to where
the lift would be. He pressed the button marked access on door B37. The door hissed open and he
stepped out onto a small landing.
The turbolift still hung precariously out in the middle of the giant space. If he followed the catwalk, it
would bring him close to the part of the shaft that was still intact. He could cut a hole in it with his
lightsaber by leaning over the catwalk railing. Then he would have to hoist himself into the shaft and walk
a short distance to the turbolift.
If the shaft didn't break free because of his weight. ..
Obi-Wan knew he would have to take the chance. Peering over the catwalk, he could see that Bant
hadn't arrived with help. If the service lift tube was out of order, perhaps the comm unit was as well.
Quickly he moved down the catwalk. Massive illumination banks surrounded him. Peering through
them, he could see the glint of the lake far below. Even the tallest trees seemed impossibly small from this
height.
When he reached the area of the shaft that curved close to the catwalk, Obi-Wan powered up his
lightsaber. Carefully and slowly, he carved an opening in the shaft. He did not want the peeled metal to
fall back into the shaft itself. Then he returned his lightsaber to his belt.
He climbed over the railing. Now there was nothing between him and the lake hundreds of meters
below. He could not hear any noise from the turbolift, but he felt the ripples of distress and fear. He could
sense that children were trapped inside.
Obi-Wan slidhimself halfway into the shaft. Without letting go of the railing, he tested his weight. The
shaft didn't wobble, or make a noise. It would hold him. He eased off the catwalk, ready to spring back
if the shaft began to swing. But it didn't move.
He would have to move slowly. If he ran, the vibration could jostle the shaft and it could break free.
Obi-Wan closed his mind against the dark lake below, the image of trapped children falling. He began to
walk. The shaft was dark, and he activated his lightsaber for illumination. Ahead he could see the bulky
form of the turbo-lift. As he drew closer, he could hear the deep voice of a Jedi caretaker and the
occasional murmuring of the children.
His progress was agonizingly slow, but he reached the turbolift wall at last. He tapped on it.
"It's Obi-Wan Kenobi," he called. "I'm in the turbolift shaft."
"It's Ali-Alann," the deep voice said. "I am the children's caretaker."
"How many are inside?"
"Ten children and myself."
"Help is on the way."
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