Dare You to Move
By: Helena of Trebond
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a wonderful padawan. He was the best student, he always did extra work, helped his fellow padawan learners, and did his best to listen to his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.
But all he did was done with a sort of detachment. It was as if he were just wishing that he would simply disappear.
Qui-Gon did nothing to help at all. He, too, was more than a little detached. This untrusting manner was caused by the betrayal of his former padawan, Xantos.
But no one noticed. Qui-Gon was calm not, his emotions only becoming negative when he thought of Xantos. Obi-Wan, too, seemed calm, and he had better mental shields than some full Knights.
And so, life went on normally for the Master-Padawan team...
Obi-Wan was dressed and eating the breafkast he'd made for them when Qui-Gon woke up. As usual.
"Good morning, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon greeted his padawan.
"Good morning, Master," Obi-Wan replied. Qui-Gon never noticed that Obi-Wan never called him anything other than Master or sir. Obi-Wan assumed that he didn't really care what he said or did.
"I may be a bit late for 'saber practice, tonight," Qui-Gon said. "Another Council meeting."
"Did you finish reading the background information for your classes today?" Qui-Gon asked. As if he really needed to.
"Yes, Master," Qui-Gon also didn't notice the dull, unhappy tone to Obi-Wan's voice. Like everyone else, he mistook it for a calm tone, and thought nothing of it. Once again, Obi-Wan assumed he didn't care.
"How did yesterday's 'saber class go?"
"Very well, Master."
"What katas are you working through?"
"Ten through twenty, Master."
"You know one through nine?"
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan had known them for three months now. Qui-Gon never noticed.
"I look forward to seeing them tonight in practice."
"Of course, Master."
"We should both be going now, otherwise we'll be late."
Obi-Wan's first class was, in fact, 'saber practice. He loved this class--one of the only ones he didn't share with Bruck.
Bruck. That boy was the reason for Obi-Wan's current depression. Bruck's constant torture, along with his Master's apparent indifference to him.
"Show me katas one through thirty!" The Jedi in charge of teaching the 'saber class barked at them. Obidently, Obi-Wan took out his lightsaber and began with kata number one. He quickly went through the first twenty, and moved on to twenty-one. He didn't notice the look of surprise on the Jedi's face.
They weren't supposed to know anything past twenty yet.
Obi-Wan was asked to see Master Hirasu about his studies after the 'saber class. He did so eagerly, knowing it would get him more time away from Bruck and his gang.
Master Hirasu entered the room quickly, and she smiled at Obi-Wan. He bowed.
"Well now, I'm told that you are quite good with your lightsaber, Obi-Wan. How did you learn what you know if you didn't get it from class?" She asked curiously.
"I don't sleep well, Master Hirasu. So I train a lot," Obi-Wan answered.
"I see. And you still manage to stay awake in the daytime?" Obi-Wan nodded.
"Before I came here--to be a Jedi, I never slept much, either. I guess I just never got out of that habit," Obi-Wan mentally scolded himself. He wasn't supposed to think about the time before this...
"Ah, well. It has come to our attention that you have far surpassed others your age--in more that just lightsaber techniques. That's quite a feat." Master Hirasu said to him.
"Thank you, Master Hirasu."
"It's only the truth, Obi-Wan. Now, would you be alright having accelerated lessons with two others?" She asked him. Force, please don't let Bruck be one of them! He thought, and nodded.
"Good, good. Their names are... Garen and Bant, I believe." Obi-Wan let out a relieved sigh, and gave Master Hirasu a large smile, mostly forced. Though it was slightly real--Bant was a friend of his. Not a very good friend, but a friend nevertheless.
"I will let you have the rest of the day free of lessons, then. I'll see you tomorrow." Obi-Wan bowed again, and headed for the gardens to meditate.
Qui-Gon was late for their evening 'saber practice that night. When he did come, he found his padawan doing a series of complex moves--some of which were meant for fully-trained Knights. Glancing at the dial level, he blinked in surprise. 26. That was the level of someone about to take the trials, and Obi-Wan was only thirteen !
During the meeting, Master Yoda had informed him that Obi-Wan would begin to receive special lessons with Master Hirasu. That, too, had surprised him.
Qui-Gon stood watching his padawan perform moves that he hadn't learned until he was a senior padawan. He could tell that Obi-Wan was so deeply focused on the practice that he hadn't noticed Qui-Gon there.
Then as the young boy executed a particularly difficult block, his shields faltered for a moment. Suddenly Qui-Gon was struck by feelings of a deep depression through their training bond.
When the shields came back up a split second later, he stood blinking rapidly. Had he just imagined all of that? Yes, he decided, he must have. Obi-Wan wasn't depressed.
As Obi-Wan ended the practice, flipping and then landing gracefully on the balls of his feet, Qui-Gon shut the droids off.
Finally Obi-Wan noticed him.
"Master," He said, and Qui-Gon was once again surprised as he saw how little that practice had tired the young boy.
"Where did you learn that? Surely not from class," Qui-Gon asked. Like Master Hirasu, he merely sounded curious.
"I come here when I can't sleep," Obi-Wan answered softly, not looking at him.
"From the looks of it, you don't sleep much at all, do you?" Qui-Gon asked dryly.
Obi-Wan shook his head. He wanted to say as little about it as possible. After all, he didn't want to tell his Master about his nightmares. It would only be another unwanted burden.
"Well, it would seem that you've had more than enough practice this evening. I have to return for another meeting with the Council," Qui-Gon told him, and Obi-Wan nodded.
"I should be back sometime later tonight," Qui-Gon then said and then left, and Obi-Wan waited until he was out of sight to un towards the elevators.
Tonight he needed to be alone, and what better place than the roof in the middle of a freezing cold winter?
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be...
-Switchfoot, "Dare You to Move"