centurylove – So I love where it is at but they are on a battlefield, does Ventress find them? Does Qui-Gon follow through with his willingness to drain any threat to Obi-Wan?
Dropping
the corpse to the ground, Qui-Gon glared down at the woman in disgust
before spitting at the ground.
The
dark side always left an aftertaste in the blood, the darker the
person, the more obvious the taste and Qui-Gon himself had never
quite found himself liking it, no quit the opposite, he found it to
be a despicable aftertaste, akin to a sweet treat with a nasty
aftertaste.
He
glanced to the side when Commander Cody cautiously approached with
his blaster in his hands, nodding lightly to the man before glaring
down at the dead woman. “So, who was she?” He questioned in
distaste.
“Asajj
Ventress, she’s been the Count’s pet assassin from the start of
the war,” The commander answered quickly, carefully kicking at the
boot of the woman before settling and tucking the blaster back on his
belt with a sigh of relief. “And a torn in our sides, she’s
killed a lot of vode and she’s targeted General Kenobi quite often…
as I’m sure you already knew.” Cody glanced at him.
Pulling
his lips back to expose his fangs, Qui-Gon nodded.
Yes,
he had heard her ranting from miles away, his advanced hearing being
the only thing that had really allowed him to hear her and the squad
of droids that were lining up for a ‘sneak’ attack.
He
had left his sons to look after Obi-Wan for now and had instead slid
of into the night, taking only a small team of troopers with him as
he
didn’t want them to fire on him if he sneaked back.
Luckily,
they were useful, they made it easier to get to the real threat by
taking out the droids so Qui-Gon could focus on taking out the pale
skinned woman.
Glancing
at Cody once more, Qui-Gon frowned faintly at the complicated set of
emotions in the other man. “…Is something wrong?” He
questioned, his voice rumbling as he pierced the darkness of the
night easily, knowing the other could see him through the night
vision of the helmet.
Sighing,
Cody raised his hand and wobbled it. “Believe me when I say that
I’m glad the witch is dead and gone, she was a real aaray o’r cuun
shab… she murdered so many of my brothers as I said, so many of the
212th..”
He hesitated then, a few troopers shuffling and pretending they
weren’t listening while taking count of the droid squad.
“But…?”
Qui-Gon encouraged him, literally feeling the but in the air.
“But,”
Cody slumped a bit. “The General always wanted to help her, he
always said that she could do better, be better.” He confessed
quietly, rubbing his hands together while staring down at them.
Pausing
at that, Qui-Gon let out a deep breath through his nose as the wind
picked up around them. That actually made sense, Ben had always had a
soft heart, he wanted to help and clearly Obi-Wan had been reborn
with those qualities in him.
It
was one of the things that both frustrated Qui-Gon and yet made him
love him at the same time, that soft merciful heart.
“Let
me guess, she’s hurt him before.” He stated more than asked, his
voice deep and rumbling like rocks tumbling together.
That
got a round of snorts from all the troopers and a dry, humorless
laugh from Commander Cody. “If you get me drunk enough, ask me
Rattatak and the karking Sith mask.” He stated bitterly before
turning and moving to his men, giving quiet orders to burn
the corpse and bring back the memory chips of the droids to scan for
any useful information potentially.
It
left Qui-Gon to think.
He
was old, he had many years to his life, he had been there when the
Jedi came to Coruscant and he had encountered Sith and their
artifacts before.
And
he could make a guess to what a Sith mask could potentially do.
Rage
bubbled beneath his skin at the thought and he had to take a deep
breath through his broken nose while reaching out to Obi-Wan’s
resting signature to calm down.
He
would have that conversation with Obi-Wan.
Though
he would ask Cody for his side of thing, he would imagine the man
hadn’t allowed the mask onto Obi-Wan willingly, which meant a
rescue effort and he would have information that Obi-Wan would try to
hide.
Glancing
down at the body as Screwball and Killer came over to pick up and
cremate her, Qui-Gon couldn’t find it in himself to regret what he
had done. He would never regret keeping his mate safe from danger,
even if his mate became angry at him for a while.
He
could grovel for forgiveness and come to an understanding.
Just
like they had compromised and come to an understanding that Obi-Wan
would be staying in the Jedi order until Ahsoka was knighted.
Qui-Gon
understood not leaving a youngling behind and the young togruta,
hiding her anxiety as she was rather well, needed
the reassurance that her master wouldn’t just up and leave because
he had been turned.
‘That
conversation is going to be fun.’ Qui-Gon mused to himself before
turning away as the troopers lit up the corpse, turning away from it
so not to smell it, the wind coming into his face and blowing the
scent away.
There
was nothing as disgusting as burning flesh.
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