Galactic Date 36.4.15

From the audio journal of Qui-Gon Jinn: Jedi Master

We traveled by night and slept by day - if you could call it sleeping. I dozed with one eye open while Obi-Wan thrashed about, mumbling incoherently. I wasn't aware before that he knew so much Huttese.

It became clear to me that my padawan was suffering, and other than offering him the obvious relief that he needed, which I refused to do, I discovered there was very little I could offer him. I kept my body concealed beneath my cloak as much as I could, even though the temperatures must have been over one-hundred degrees. In hindsight however, I see now that it was pointless to over-heat my body like I had, because by mid morning of the second day, Obi-Wan was delirious and had no idea of where he was, or who I was for that matter.

I remember thinking that it was my duty as his Master to protect him and if his condition worsened, putting his life in danger, I would have no choice but to do what I had to do.

I just couldn't do it out in the middle of the desert. The consequences of my actions would put us both in a situation that would affect him not only for the next few days, but possibly for the rest of his life. It was a difficult decision, and one that I was hoping I would not have to make.

Galactic Date 36.4.15

From the audio journal of Obi-Wan Kenobi: Jedi Padawan

I remember very little of what occurred during our two-day trek across the Nusarian desert. Colors and feelings mostly, plus an overwhelming burning sensation running through my veins. It was always present, always a fire burning through me, along with the throbbing and aching need within my gut. A need that would only be met by one course of action. Master Qui-Gon made it quite clear however, that he would not put either myself or himself in that situation, and I couldn't blame him. It would affect both our futures too drastically.

But I could not deny what my body so desperately needed and began wondering if I did neglect that need, would it lead to my demise? Master Yoda had never explained to me what would happen in such a situation, and I vaguely remember becoming quite panicked about it.

You see, I always pictured myself dying on a field of battle, protecting a village full of children from marauding and murdering savages, my lightsaber and my Master by my side.

Becoming one with the Force through complications of an extreme hormonal imbalance had never occurred to me. I didn't think I could accept that.

Galactic Date 36.4.17

From the audio journal of Qui-Gon Jinn: Jedi Master

We were within a several-hour's walk from our transport when Obi-Wan lost consciousness. I carried him the rest of the way, muttering mantras of peace and serenity and other such things. I think I even told him a bedtime story I remembered from the creche. The one about the draigon slayer and the princess. Thinking back on that now, I'm not completely sure if I was saying those things for Obi-Wan. I am beginning to believe they were more for myself. His life Force was strong, but I could begin to sense the clouding of his mind and I began to worry we would not make it back to the ship in time.

Galactic Date 36.4.17

From the audio journal of Obi-Wan Kenobi: Jedi Padawan

My master says that I passed out and he carried me to our ship, but I don't exactly recall that. I do remember his voice though, and I reached for it, like a drowning man reaching for a safety line. The burning red flames of the Reckoning lapped about me, but Qui-Gon's voice spoke of peace and serenity, and courage. There was also something about a draigon mentioned somewhere.

He reminded me of who I was, how far I had come, and how far I still had to go. "We're going to get through this together." I distinctly remember hearing him say.

Upon reaching the ship, the water in which he crushed my medicine sent a wave of relief to my scorched tongue and body. And then the red flames died down and my blood began to cool. I opened my eyes to see the refreshing blue ones of Qui-Gon watching over me.

We made it and I couldn't have done it without you, Master. Thank you.