Hey so I know you’re busy no obligation at all but Sith AU where the whole orders dark, but there not trying to outdo each other kinda like a big family, and one day Quigon is chasing a rouge jedi who’s hood falls down before he escapes and BOOM it’s Obi-Wan who was qui’s apprentice and supposedly died years ago
The little Jedi was
fast.
Qui-Gon would admit
that as he tracked after him as fast as he could, trying to ignore
the tingles of familiarity as he was trying to close the distance
between them in the swampy landscape the hooded man had escaped into.
It was hard though,
feet squelching down into the loose ground, the musky smell of
rotting swamp around them and a bit of gas even from pockets that
tried to invade their senses.
And Qui-Gon was
both tall and heavy which meant that he was having a harder time than
the Jedi keeping track with him. But he wouldn’t let him get away,
Qui-Gon hadn’t let a single Jedi escape him ever since the
remaining Jedi pockets had killed his apprentice more than seven
years ago in a staged coup against Naboo of all places though
supposedly there was a Jedi temple hidden there somewhere.
Obi-Wan had been
his pride and joy, the redheaded apprentice a delight to anyone who
meet him with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a sly grin on his
lips. Even Xanatos liked Obi-Wan for the sly cunning the redhead
exhibited with both Yan and Feemor enjoying his obvious cleverness
and interest in academic.
Qui-Gon had often
returned from meeting with the high council to find Obi-Wan serving
tea to Yan while having philosophical discussions.
And then the Jedi
had karking killed him, ripped Qui-Gon’s apprentice away from him
and dashed his heart at the same time as it had taken months before
Qui-Gon was able to leave the temple for any work.
And he came back to
work cruel, hunting the Jedi down whenever he found rumor of them and
returning to the temple with their lightsabers on his belt as
trophies.
Seven years and he
had fifteen sabers in his quarters belonging to various Jedi stashed
in a box. ‘And I’m about to add a sixteen one.’ Qui-Gon thought
grimly to himself as he reached into his belt, digging out the bolas
he had barely remembered to bring.
Letting himself
sink a bit, he swung the bolas over his head and threw it before
continuing pursuit, a savage and pleased grin crossing his face as
the Jedi cried out in shock as it wrapped around the mans leg,
falling as long as he was (which wasn’t much really compared to
Qui-Gon) into the loose muck and water of the bog as the cords
wrapped tightly around his legs.
He noted with some
discontent that the Jedi managed to catch himself with his arms but
no matter, he’d be dead soon as Qui-Gon pulled his saber to his
hand and activated it, blood lust roaring in his veins as he closed
the distance with his long gait.
And then he froze,
eyes widening in shock.
The Jedi had
flipped himself over and was desperately trying to get the bolas
loose, his hood down from the fall and sopping wet.
Red strands of hair
was practically glued to his face and neck from the marshland water
and green eyes were wide but…
Qui-Gon knew that
face, he knew the shape of that nose and the cupid bow of those lips.
There were changes
of course, there was a sign of stubble, the hair was longer than
Qui-Gon ever remembered seeing and there was a large scar cutting
down from the left temple, over the cheek and right down to the corner of the lip that was a deep
shade of pink and puckered in a way that spoke of a infection at one time.
Deactivating his
red saber, Qui-Gon numbly closed the last few steps even as the Jedi
reached for his own saber in a desperate gambit.
“Obi-Wan.” He
rumbled, watching how the Jedi froze with his hand hovering
uncertainly over his saber, staring up at Qui-Gon as he continued to
sit there in the wet muck, staring up in confusion and wary
suspicion. “It is you, my apprentice.” Qui-Gon breathed out.
Confusion growing,
green eyes only observed Qui-Gon before Obi-Wan finally shook himself
and pointed the saber at Qui-Gon. “Don’t get close to me Sith.”
He spat out, arms trembling a bit, though if it was from exhaustion
or fear was anyone’s guess.
Heart thundering in
his chest, Qui-Gon knelt down slowly, ignoring the wet ground and
Obi-Wan’s white saber. “I’m not going to harm you Obi-Wan.”
He whispered, raising his hand and waving carefully. “Put your
saber away.”
The hands holding
the saber trembled, resisted before it powered down and Obi-Wan
dropped his hands in his lap, not putting the weapon fully away as he
stared at Qui-Gon with suspicion that outright hurt and yet…
Qui-Gon couldn’t
bring himself to care, staring at the others face. “How can this
be? You died… I felt you die in the Force.” He whispered, a mix
of elation and hope appearing in his chest.
Obi-Wan just stared
back in growing confusion. What must he be thinking…
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