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[Video] Episode I

[The sight of a large man resting against a nondescript wall fills the sudden feed which has come to life, though the image is shaky and has a tendency to bob up and down without warning.]

Do you think we should wake him up, kupo?

We could just leave the communicator and the money here with him for when he wakes. The others can tell him what happened...

[A moogles flutters into the scene and hovers over the robed figure, and after a moment pokes a dark clad shoulder in an attempt at waking the stranger.]

I think they might get stolen if we did that...

Hey, what's that he's holding in his hand?

[The feed abruptly shifts ground-ward, showing the street, a robed arm and hand tightly wrapped around what looks like a silver and black tube. The moogle hovering over the man moves to settle down beside the hand and attempts to investigate it and after a moment attempts to grasp one end of it so as to get a better look. This ends up causing a sudden upset of the camera feed, the screen filled abruptly with dark fabric and the camera shaking erratically for a moment before things finally settle down to show the man from before on his feet now and holding the nosy moogle by the scruff of its neck. The man's blue eyes studied the creature with a mix of curiosity and wariness. After a moment though, the moogle is released from the hold.]

Just what are you and where am I?

We're moogles, kupo! This is Traverse town.

[The moogle with the communicator decides to come closer now and presents the man with both the device it holds and a small sack. The feed abruptly changes angles as this occurs, giving a closer view of the man's face and shoulders from a lower angle.

Qui-Gon gave the items a brief study, and he turned his attention to the area around him silently as he takes this information in. He's never heard of moogles nor a place called Traverse before but that didn't mean anything except that he somehow had ended up on a world he had obviously never been to before.

Regardless, he had a mission and a battle to be getting back to. He could only hope Obi-Wan and the others could hold out until he could return. He let his attention split between the creatures before him and the objects they had given him for some reason.]

What world is this Traverse town on?

Traverse town is both the name of this world and this place, kupo.

[Well that hadn't helped him any, from that he deduced from feeling the contents of the pouch, it held both round and pointed objects of some form of metal within it. Possibly currency. Though why these creatures would give him such a thing he wasn't certain as of yet. He didn't feel that they wanted anything from him in return for either thing. Perhaps he could use it to buy his way off the world.]

Do you know where I might arrange transport from this world to Naboo?

[The two moogles looked at each other briefly, and then one looked back at him almost sadly.]

Is that --

[Suddenly without warning the moogles words were drowned out and he staggered under the unexpected onslaught that he feels, one hand reaching out to brace himself against the wall beside him as his eyes close. The camera feed falling to give a view of the lower half of the Jedi tunic and robe as he leans against the wall.

It didn't last long, but it was painfully obvious what had happened, however.. it had also felt somehow...unnatural. It took him a moment to find his center again, the sense of loss still lingering despite his efforts due to the magnitude of it. He heard one of the creatures come close, a tiny hand lightly coming to rest over his shoulder as it inquired as to his health.]

I'm fine.

We're sorry about your world...

[The words despite not making much sense at first to him, ended up after a moments thought to make all too terrifying sense. Especially considering the state of things when he had departed. Whatever those creatures had been...living shadows somehow eerily void of life...it was all too possible they had somehow destroyed Naboo. The disturbance he had felt...he could only hope that it hadn't been that. Surely he would know if Obi-Wan had been among those whom had perished. No matter the amount of voices that had suddenly cried out and had been abruptly silenced.

He turned his attention back to where the moogles had been, only to see that while he had been coming to terms with their words and that unnatural and sudden loss of life, the creatures had left him alone. The camera feed once against shifts as he straightens up, rising up to once again frame the man's face and shoulders. He studies the device silently but intently for a minute and then despite himself, there's a small hint of rather brief amusement which goes through the blue eyes before being replaced with a calm reserved expression as he decides to see if there might be anyone on the receiving end of this device.]

To those which might receive this message, if you could provide me with answers as to what has happened to the worlds out there, I would greatly appreciate it.

[Once he had more information and had investigated this world's transportation capabilities, he would hopefully be able to affirm Naboo's continued existence or its destruction.]

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You don't look so good...

I'll be fine. Thank you for your concern.

Who said anything about concern?

You're so old...

Forgive my assumption then.

I'm not that old. [He might not be quite in his prime any longer but he can still hold his own in a fight quite well.]

That's hardly what you need to ask forgiveness for.

You look old. As if you'll die any moment. How long does a human life last?

Oh? Then what is it that I should be asking forgiveness for?

I can assure you I am quite healthy. It varies, depending on different factors.

For existing!

Maybe, but you're also weak. I thought they all died early.

Might I ask just what you have against my existing?

You shouldn't judge by appearances.

As I stated, the length of one's life depends upon various factors. Environment, other people's actions, their own actions. Death is a natural part of life, no matter if it comes early or late.

You're like the ones who hurt Mother, so you should die as much as they should.

I don't. I know it for certain.

It's only natural because you're meant to die.

Your mother was hurt? Can I ask just what happened to her?

How can you know for certain if we've never met before you contacted me over this device?

Everything dies eventually, both you and me included.

They stole Her. There was this company who took Mother, and decided they wanted her power. So the humans poked at Her, tore Her apart, just so they could have some of Her power. [His voice gets higher, more hysterical.] Now She's scattered, all over, and I have to find Her. A good son would protect Mother.

Because I know your kind, and you're all weak.

Mother won't die. That's all that matters!

I'm sorry for your loss.

Not all humans are the same, you shouldn't judge an entire race by the actions of one or even a few of that race.

As long as you keep her memory with you, then she'll always be with you. Death is merely the passing away of the mortal body, allowing the person's spirit to rejoin the Force from which they came from.

Sorry won't bring Her back to normal. Sorry won't take away all the pain She was put through. Sorry won't reunite us. That's my job. I don't care if you're sorry.

Except people are the same, and they never change. It will be better, once you're all dead!

Memory...? Mother's not dead. She's hurt and lost, but I'll find Her.

Aah, our worlds have been plunged into the Darkness, I fear.

[Though, she looks at him again, considering he was practically...unconscious, or something, mere minutes ago...]

Are you sure you're all right?

Could you tell me just what this Darkness is? How it could do this to all those worlds?

[He offers her a small reassuring smile.]

I'll be fine, yes. Thank you for your concern.

I can explain as much as I know, but it may take awhile. Would you like help finding somewhere to rest first?

I would rest better knowing more about what just happened. [Meaning he's unlikely to actually lie down and rest willingly until he's satisfied his desire for information.]

But aid would be appreciated, yes. Thank you.

[They seem to be similar in that. She starts with explanations.]

The worlds have been threatened by creatures from the Darkness. If a world loses to them, the survivors find refuge here. The creatures are called Heartless, but they can vary in appearance and strength.

[He thinks of what she says and then recalls the fighting he had been engaged in before his arrival here.]

These creatures, are they generally black with golden eyes?

Normally, it seems so. I've heard of others that appear differently.

I encountered some of them on the world I was on before I found myself here. Do you know anything about their nature or why they're doing this?

No; they seem to act mindlessly on their own. I consider it further support for the theory that something is controlling them.

I see. Do you have any theories on just how the creatures are being controlled?

[Their enemies back home always kept low-level creatures like these Heartless. She hasn't thought much about how they were controlled; the enemy had simply created and used them.]

Perhaps they're created beings.

Master-- you're here.

What took you so long?

Obi-Wan. [Relief is sudden and a weight he had been trying to ignore abruptly lifted from him. Obi-Wan's own smile got one from him.]

Unlike you, don't care to rush into things you know. How long have you been here?

Two weeks or so. I've spent much of that time gathering as much information as I could. And... ...there are some things we need to discuss. Soon-- and preferably not over the network, Master.

[The fact that something is disturbing Obi-Wan is obvious the moment the young man hesitates. The smile fades into the usual reserved look though there's concern in the blue eyes as he listens and watches Obi-Wan speak. He nods once in response to the words even as he answers.]

You've been busy then. [Proud that you've been productive here on your own? Perhaps just a little.]

Where would you prefer to meet?

Very.

--Ah.

You arrived in Traverse Town. The Second District, then? I can meet you outside of the hotel.

[Qui-Gon notes the brief hesitation but for the moment allows it to pass without much thought, this is a new place and it's possible Obi-Wan just needed to think of a proper place for them to go speak in private.]

I'll meet you there shortly then.

[It took a moment of further investigation of just what the device was capable of before he located the map of the town and was soon on his way to the district that Obi-Wan had named.]

[Obi-Wan was easily spotted as Qui-Gon came into view of the hotel, he silently studied the young man as he approached noting the unseen along with the subtle visual cues from the way Obi-Wan was standing. Coming to a halt before him, he folded his arms over his chest as he let his eyes fall briefly down toward the leg Obi-Wan seemed to be unconsciously favoring and working on healing and then lifted them back up to give him a curious look.]

What happened?

[Information on whatever you've uncovered takes second place to your well-being, young Padawan.]

It's nothing, Master. A minor mishap shortly after I arrived.

Perhaps we should get the worst news out of the way, first?

[There's a slight raise of one eyebrow at the evasive answer and the following question. He silently considers the merits of allowing it to slide for the moment versus calling Obi-Wan out on the evasion. Obviously it wasn't bad enough to keep the young man confined to a medical place or his bed if this world didn't have such medical clinics or hospitals...but still, there was something Obi-Wan was trying to hide he was certain that was connected to his current injury. Why else would he take such pains to keep anyone from noticing it?]

If it was merely a minor mishap, then it shouldn't take long for you to tell me what happened to injure you so. Then we can move on to your other news that you have for me.

...It's linked to what I have to tell you. Time and space... means nothing here, Master. People have accused me of being a work of fiction, somehow knowing my name and yet not being in the same galaxy. And... I've met someone from the future. Our future. Through him and others, I've learned the name Darth Vader, though no one seems capable of telling me much about him. I wasn't aware until it was too late that he is not from our current time... That man I spoke to was thirty-three years in the future.

Master, I... I have also learned of what will come to pass, because of him. That the Jedi Order is destroyed and the Sith rule the galaxy.

[To look at him, it would appear that the older man was completely impassive to the news the boy was spilling out before him. His gaze remained steady upon Obi-Wan, unflinching as he speaks of the Sith and the possible downfall of their Order. Under the impassive mask however his mind was working rapidly to judge and take in the knowledge assessing it silently before filing it away while still paying attention to the Padawan before him. Unfortunately for Obi-Wan he still hadn't forgotten about the leg but he did allow answering this information to sidetrack figuring out that mystery for a moment.]

"Padawan, focus not on the future, the future is not set in stone. Just because it became so for this man, does not mean it will happen to us. Be mineful of what is happening around you in the present, and don't allow the future to dictate your actions or you will lose your focus and ..."

[He trailed off there, his blue eyes abruptly falling once again toward Obi-Wan's legs as the answer to just possibly why his Padawan had been so desperately evading the answer to his injury suddenly unveiled itself before him. His eyes closed silently. He could in a sense understand what had possibly happened, he had after all allowed a vision of the future once to dictate his actions. Though even as he brought that memory up, he shied away from bringing it up in too much detail, dismissing it silently and quickly as he opened his eyes again to look at Obi-Wan.]

"What happened?"

[Yes he's gone back to his original question. No dodging it this time, young man.]

Yes, Master. Forgive me.

--It got the best of me when I found out. I couldn't sleep properly and I kept dreaming of the Jedi Temple, desolate and silent... Shortly after, there was... a being, angry at the residents here, I think. He sent out cursed toys that would force one to live out their worst nightmare to punish them and I got in the middle of it. One put me under its spell and it used my dreams against me. To... force me to watch as this Sith Lord murdered the Council, and that boy, and... you, before my eyes.

It was an illusion, but so vivid that it may as well have been real. I didn't know the difference, nor did I let the Force guide me to the truth... I just-- all I could think to do was attack and I let anger take hold of me. And I paid for it. The slash of his lightsaber did no different in that dream than if he had done it awake. I was reckless and he would have killed me if not for friends coming to my aid.

I did come to my senses, but I should have never lost them to begin with.

[Qui-Gon listened to Obi-Wan's explanation silently. He could understand just how disturbing those dreams would be, the emotions they would provoke.]

That you understand your mistake is good. No one is perfect, Padawan. We all make mistakes, it is learning from those mistakes which is important, that makes us human. [Qui-Gon unfolded his arms to rest a comforting hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder as he spoke the last statement.]

I hope that you've dealt with the emotions from this event by now, so that you may deal with this possible future without allowing those emotions to rule you.

Nearly all of those present here have been lost to the darkness, as yours was.

I see. Can you tell me anything else about this Darkness? [The fact that something can snuff out as many worlds as he felt sundered earlier was somewhat terrifying really.]

There is little more that can be said, for there is little else known. It manifests in creatures known as Heartless, that come in many forms and strengths. It envelops worlds, and although it has been said that there is a method of saving them, none have yet been rescued.

I see. Thank you for the information. Sometimes the solution to problems are more complicated than the problem you're trying to solve. If there is a solution to reverse what has happened, I'm certain we'll figure out how to get it done eventually.

You are rather optimistic. But that is the ultimate goal.

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