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The Power of Emotions

It was a cold night, almost too cold for an evening on Tatooine. Qui-San shifted nervously in her sleep. Something had happened. She could sense it, a great disturbance in the Force, more then just a mere ripple.

“Qui-Gon. . . ”

She sat up with a start, little beads of sweat running down her face and splattering gently on her sheets. Slipping on a robe over her night clothing, Qui-San rose and went to the window, staring out at the bright moons. She didn’t know why she was reacting this way, she only knew it was because of her brother. Something had happened to him. Was he... ?

No. She refused to even consider the thought. Qui-Gon couldn’t be dead. Brushing her long, dust brown hair back behind her ears, she went to sit down before her mirror. She glanced into it, the clear surface refracting the moonlight, illuminating her refelection. Her deep blue eyes filled with wisdom looked into the eyes of a person who was worried. Extremely worried that something had happened to her only Brother, Qui-Gon Jinn.

Her bangs fell loose, covering her eyes. She brushed them back, and let a few strands fall, which framed her thin face. Sighing deeply, she went to the door of her room, and opened it.

She walked into the kitchen, and turned on the light. Rummaging through the food storage, she found a suitable snack and sat down to munch on it. After sitting for a few moments, she placed her food on a nearby table and closed her eyes, beginning a Jedi Breathing exersize. Perhaps through the will of the Force, someone was trying to tell her something. She needed to concentrate, to pick up on the message.

Visions flashed through her head. Qui-Gon...battling some kind of Strange species...with a horned head and bloodshot yellow eyes, a tatooed red and black face...and a double bladed red light saber. The person, or, thing, was emitting powerful waves of energy...dark energy. Qui-San flinced at the immense waves of the Dark side, but remained focused. Then, another lightsaber came into veiw, a blue one. Qui-Gon’s padawan, Qui-San’s old friend Obi-Wan flew into the battle, covering Qui-Gon’s back. The man of the Dark Side had to be a sith Lord. Qui-San knew it. He fought well, extremely well.

The battle raged on for several more minutes, and Soon it was only Qui-Gon and the Sith. Obi-Wan had been blocked by an energy feild of sorts. There was an extreme ripple for a moment in the Force, and The Sith, using the middle of his light saber hit Qui-Gon square in between the eyes, stunning the Jedi momentarily. For that brief second, Qui-Gon had left an opening. And it only took one second, for the Sith to strike.

Qui-San heard the pained scream of Obi-Wan, and the grunt of her brother as he fell to the floor, after receiving a blow through the stomach. Qui-San fought hard against her emotions, fighting to get one last peice of information- The sith’s name.

It came to her, so quickly she almost missed it.

Darth Maul.

She lost the vision, and opened her eyes, tears streaming down them unchecked.

“No....” She choaked..... “NO!!!!”

* * *

The heat. Flames. Fire, burning brightly, kindled by one thing: Her Brother’s body.

Trying to hold back her tears, Qui-San was attending the Funeral of her Only brother, The Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. She stood near Obi-Wan, who had a comforting arm around her, and a young boy, Anakin Skywalker. His Metochlorian count was high....off the chart, and he was to become Obi-Wan’s Padawan, on the request of Qui-Gon. If Yoda fianlly aproved that is.

By the end of the funeral, Qui-San had calmed down somewhat, and was exiting to her room when she was stopped by Senator Palpatine.

“Senator,” She said politely, bowing her head.

“Jedi,” He replied smoothly, returning the bow. He spoke so quietly that Qui-San did not detect the sneer in his voice. He shifted for a moment, then went on.

“Since the Death of your brother...Qui-Gon....I have noticed you have built up...hatred.” He said, his green eyes staring into hers.

“Hatred, sir? Against Whom?”

“The Sith, for killing him,” Palpatine replied slyly. Qui-San stared him in the face, her blue eyes emotionless.

“I feel no hate.”

“But they killed him.”

“My Brother is not dead.”

“You’re living in a fantasy! He is dead, we just saw his body burned!” Palpatine snapped.

“Sir, you are not one to tell me that I am full of hatered.” Palpatine glared at her.

“I don’t have to be a Jedi to tell when someone is angry,” he growled.

“He lives. In the Force, in me. He flows around us, he binds me to the force. Through him, I have become more in tune with the Force, more at peace with it.” With that, she turned her back and opened the door to her quarters.

“If you’ll excuse me, Senator.” Closing the door behind her, Qui-San entered her room and lay on the bed. Then, she shuddered. There was something about him....something she couldn’t quite grasp....

Dwelling on those thoughts, Qui-San drifted off into slumber. The last image she saw was the smiling eyes of her brother, who was forever one with the Force.

Part Two