The thud and resounding cry of aggitation forced Obi-Wan to crack open an eye and look toward the cell's door. Skywalker stood leaning against the smooth surface. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest and his expression was one of immense fury. The image was so ridiculously childish Obi-Wan would have laughed were the situation not serious. Instead, he closed his eyes in meditation.
"Why don't you try hitting the door a little harder?" he said sarcastically, "I'm sure the Tarprins can here you all the way to the command deck."
A moment of pause followed the comment.
"Excuse me," Obi-Wan heard Anakin say. He heard the swish of robes moving almost imperceptably.
Obi-Wan cracked open his eye again to look at him. The teenager was standing up now. His expression was cool but Obi-Wan could sense the anger rolling off of him in waves. Some Jedi, Obi-Wan thought, Has he learned nothing under Qui-Gon? Instantly he felt ashamed by the thought. He was not acting any better commenting on a padawan's control when he, a Jedi Master, was letting his own resentments toward the boy cloud his judgement. Opening the other eye, he looked into Anakin's face and sighed.
"Nothing," he said, "Just that it would be no use to try banging the door down with your fist. By the time you even made a dent we could be on the surface and led to our deaths."
"What's your plan, then?" responded Anakin, "Sit here and wait?"
Obi-Wan frowned, resisting the urge to give a biting remark.
"No," he said, "Meditate and wait."
Anakin rolled his eyes.
"Yeah," he muttered, "Because that's much better."
He turned and stalked the two steps towards the opposite wall. Leaning against it, he allowed himself to slide down to the floor. Pulling his knees into himself, he focused on clenching and unclenching his fingers. Obi-Wan glared at him impatiently.
"What would your plan be, Padawan?" he said, stressing the title, "If you managed to get out of this cell, how would you find the others? You have no weapon, and the Force can only help you so far against a Tarprin."
Anakin glanced up at him and back at his hands.
"I'd of thought of something," he murmered, sounding unconvinced.
"And risk the life of not only your comrades but also the lives of the hostages," replied Obi-Wan, untangling his legs.
"Qui-Gon would have tried it," argued Anakin, looking up again.
Obi-Wan froze for a moment.
"Qui-Gon is a Jedi Master," he said sternly, "He may be rash, but he is not foolish."
Anakin looked up at him. Frustrated anger flowed from the young man, as well, as worry and regret. The last emotion suprised Obi-Wan, causing him to ease the severity of his tone.
"We can do nothing at the moment, Skywalker," he continued, "Wait and replenish your energies for when you need them."
Anakin glared at him for another moment before dropping his gaze. Nodding his head, he leaned it back and closed his eyes. Satisfied by the partial truce, Obi-Wan folded his legs in and closed his eyes to meditate. He could feel the fear pouring through his training bond with Derin. Oddly, he sensed the fear was not for herself, but for him.
/Derin,/ he thought through the bond, adding a sense of reassurance to the statement.'
/Master?/ came the reply /Master, where are you?/
/Safe for the moment,/ said Obi-Wan. Immediately, he felt a refreshed wave of anxiety.
/Derin/ he thought sternly /You must not fear. It will cloud your judgement/
For a moment nothing happened. Then the anxiety ebbed in intensity, though did not fully disappear.
/What are we going to do, Master?/ Derin called through their bond.
Obi-Wan considered his reply for a second. At the moment they were without weapons and the cell he and Anakin were in seemed reinforced by a metal resilient to the Force.
/Are you with Qui-Gon?/ he asked.
Obi-Wan could practically hear the unfavorabilty Derin felt to her position. His lips quirked slighlty into a smile.
/Tell him Anakin is with me/ he said /We have few options at the moment. If he comes up with a plan for escape, I want you to follow him./
The apprehension returned to the bond, but Obi-Wan could feel Derin try to reign it in.
/Yes, Master/ she replied.
/Good. Do not fear, Derin. We will see each other soon/
With that, Obi-Wan lowered his concentration on the bond. He could still sense the doubt from Derin, but chose to ignore. He didn't want to think about the fact he had the same doubts. It was the will of the Force if he or Derin ever saw each other again. In their current situation, he couldn't concievably believe they had that sort of luck. You did as Qui-Gon's apprentice, he reminded himself. But as he opened his eyes and saw Anakin another part of him commented, Though that type of luck seems in short supply.