Star Wars - Jedi Apprentice #1 - The Rising Force

by Dave Wolverton

  Star Wars

  Jedi Apprentice 1

  The Rising Force

  By Dave Wolverton

  Chapter 1

  The blade of the lightsaber hissed through the air. Obi-Wan Kenobi could not see its red gleam through the blindfold pressing on his eyes. He used the Force to know precisely when to duck.

  The searing heat of his opponents lightsaber blade slashed overhead, nearly burning him. The air smelled like lightening.

  Good! Yoda called from the sidelines of the room. Let go. Let your feelings guide you.

  The words of encouragement spurred Obi-Wan on. Because he was tall and strong for a twelve-year-old, many assumed that hed have the advantage in battle.

  But strength and size counted for nothing where agility and speed were needed. Nor did they have any effect on the Force that he had not yet mastered.

  Obi-Wan listened intently for the sound of his foes lightsaber, for his breathing, for the scrape of a shoe against the floor. Such sounds echoed loudly in the small, high-ceilinged chamber.

  A random jumble of blocks on the floor added another element to the exercise. He had to use the Force the sense those, too. With such uneven ground, it was easy to lose his footing.

  Behind Obi-Wan, Yoda warned, Keep your guard up.

  Obi-Wan obediently raised his weapon and rolled to his right as his opponents blade slammed down into the floor beside him. He took a small leap back, clearing a pile of blocks. Obi-Wan heard the sing of the lightsaber as his foe attempted a hasty strike motivated by irritation and fatigue. Good.

  Seat trickled underneath the blindfold, making his eyes sting. Obi-Wan blocked it out, along with his please at his opponents clumsiness. He could imagine himself a full Jedi Knight, battling a space pirate . . . a Togorian with fangs as long as Obi-Wans fingers. In his mind, Obi-Wan saw the armored creature glare at him through eyes that were mere green slits. Its claws could easily shred a human.

  The vision energized him, helped him let go of his fears. In seconds, his every muscle was tunes to the Force. It moved through him, giving him the agility and speed that he needed.

  Obi-Wan swung his blade up to block the next blow. The attackers lightsaber hummed and whirled down. Obi-Wan leaped high, somersaulting over his attackers head, and thrust his lightsaber down where the Togorians heart would be.

  Aargh! the other student howled in surprised rage as Obi-Wans hot blade struck his neck. If Obi-Wan had been using a Jedi Knights lightsaber, it would have been a killing blow. But apprentices in the Jedi Temple used training sabers set to low power. The touch of the blade only gave a searing kiss, one that the healers might need to tend.

  That was a lucky blow! the wounded apprentice shouted.

  Until that moment, Obi-Wan had not known who he was fighting. Hed been led into the room blindfolded. Now he recognized the voice Bruck Chun. Like Obi-Wan, Bruck was one of the oldest apprentices in the Jedi Temple. Like Obi-Wan, Bruck hoped to be a Jedi Knight.

  Bruck, Yoda called calmly. Leave your blindfold on. A Jedi needs not his eyes to see.

  But Obi-Wan heard the boys blindfold slap to the ground. Brucks voice was choked with fury. You clumsy oaf!

  Calm yourself, you will! Yoda warned Bruck in a sharp tone he rarely used.

  Every student at the Temple has his or her weaknesses. Obi-Wan knew his own too well. Everyday, he had to struggle to control his anger and his fear. The Temple was a test of character as much as skill.

  Bruck struggled with his own simmering anger that could quickly ignite into hot rage. He usually kept it well under control, so that only other initiates glimpsed it.

  Bruck also held grudges. A year ago, Obi-Wan had stumbled in a Temple corridor, tripping Bruck, who had fallen. It had been an accident, caused by legs and feet that were growing too fast on both boys, but Bruck felt sure that Obi-Wan had done it on purpose. Brucks dignity was very important to him. The laughter of the other students had goaded him. Hed called Obi-Wan an oaf then - Oafy-Wan.

  The name had stuck.

  The worst thing was that it was true. Often, Obi-Wan felt that his body was growing too fast. He couldnt seem to catch up with his long legs and large feet. A Jedi should feel comfortable in his body, but Obi-Wan felt awkward. Only when the Force was moving through him did he feel graceful or sure.

  Come on, Oafy, Bruck taunted. See if you can hit me again! One last time, before they throw you out of the Temple!

  Bruck, enough! Yoda said. Learn to lose as well as win, a Jedi must. Go to your room, you will.

  Obi-Wan tried not to feel the sing of Brucks words. In four weeks hed turn thirteen and would have to leave the Temple. Taunt' like Bruck' were becoming more and more frequent as his birthday drew nearer. If he did not become a Padawan within the next four weeks, hed be too old. Hed been listening for rumors intently, and had found that no Jedi was scheduled to come in search of a Padawan before it was too late. He was afraid that hed never become a Jedi Knight. That fear angered him. Enough for him to make a foolish boast.

  You dont have to send him away, Master Yoda, he said. Im not afraid to fight him without his blindfold.

  Color blazed in Brucks cheeks, and his ice-blue eyes narrowed. Yoda merely nodded, taking in Obi-Wans words. The truth was that Obi-Wan was just as exhausted as Bruck. He hoped that Yoda would send both of them to their rooms instead of allowing them to fight again.

  After a long moment, however, Yoda said, All right. Continue. Much to learn, you have. Use the blindfolds, you must.

  Obi-Wan bowed to Yoda, accepting the order. He knew that Yoda was fully aware of his fatigue. Although he wished that the Master would grant him reprieve, he accepted the wisdom of all of Yodas decisions. Great and small.

  Obi-Wan tightened his blindfold. He pushed away his fatigue, willed his muscles to obey. He tried to forget that he was fighting Bruck, or that his chance to become a Jedi Knight was almost past. He concentrated instead on the image of the image of the Togorian pirate, its orange-striped fur covered by black armor.

  Obi-Wan could sense the Force flowing around him, within him. He could feel the living Force in Bruck, the dark ripples caused by Brucks anger. His impulse was to match that anger with his own. He had to resist it.

  Obi-Wan assumed a defensive stance as Bruck lunged. He let the Force guide him as it had done earlier. He blocked the next blow easily. Then he jumped high to avoid another blow and landed behind a pillar. Lightsabers smashed together, sputtered and burned, then whisked apart. The air felt thicker, clogged with the energy of the battle.

  For long minutes, the two students fought as if in a graceful dance. Obi-Wan leaped away from every attack and blocked every jarring blow. He did not try to hit Bruck.

  Let him see that Im not clumsy, Obi-Wan thought bitterly. Let him see that Im not stupid. Let him see it over and over again.

  Sweat began to drench Obi-Wans clothes. His muscles burned. He could hardly breathe fast enough to get the air needed. But as long as he did not attack in anger, the Force remained strong with him. He tried no to think about the fight. He lost himself in the dance, and soon he felt so weary, he did not think at all.

  Bruck fought slower and slower. Soon, Obi-Wan did not even need to leap away from Brucks weary attacks. He merely blocked them, until finally Bruck gave up.

  Good, Obi-Wan, Yoda called. Learning you are.

  Obi-Wan switched off his lightsaber and hung it on his belt. He used the blindfold to wipe the sweat from his face. Next to him, Bruck was doubled over, panting. He did not look at Obi-Wan.

  You see, Yoda said. To defeat an enemy, you do not have to kill. Defeat the rage that burns in hi
m, and he is your enemy no longer. Rage the true enemy is.

  Obi-Wan understood what Yoda meant. But Brucks glazed glare told Obi-Wan that he had not defeated his opponents anger. Nor had he won the boys respect.

  The two boys turned to Yoda and bowed solemnly. A vision of his friend Bant rose in Obi-Wans head. One of the best things about beating Bruck would be telling her about it.

  Enough for one day, Yoda said. Tomorrow, a Jedi Knight comes to the Temple seeking a Padawan. Ready for him you must be.

  Obi-Wan tried to hide his surprise. Usually when a Knight came to the Temple in search of a Padawan, rumors beat the arrival by days. That way, is a student wanted to earn the honor of becoming the Knights Padawan, he or she could prepare mentally and physically.

  Who? Obi-Wan asked, heart racing. Whos coming?

  Seen him before, you have, Yoda said. Master Qui-Gon Jinn.

  Obi-Wans hopes rose. Qui-Gon Jinn was a powerful Knight, one of the best. He had been to the Temple before to look at apprentices. Each time, hed left without taking a new Padawan.

  Obi-Wan had heard rumors that Qui-Gon had lost his last apprentice in a tremendous battle, and had vowed never to take another. He came to the Temple very year only because the Council of Masters asked him to. He would spend a few hours watching the pupils, studying them as if looking for something no one else could see. Then he would leave, empty-handed, to fight the darkness alone.

  Obi-Wan felt his hopes dim. Qui-Gon gad rejected so many students. What made him think that he would be able to please him?

  He wont want me, Obi-Wan said in defeat. Hes seen me fight before, and he did not chose me then. No one will.

  Yoda squinted up at Obi-Wan with wise eyes. Hummmph! Always in motion the future is. One cannot be sure, but I have sensed . . . a kinder destiny for you.

  Something in Yodas tone made Obi-Wa n wonder. Will he choose me? he asked.

  On Qui-Gon that depends - and you, Yoda said. Come back tomorrow and fight for him with the Force as your ally. Perhaps accept you he will. Yoda put a comforting hand on his arm. either way, it matters not. Leave the Temple soon you shall. But tell you I must, to lose such an apt pupil, I am sorry.

  Startled and pleased, Obi-Wan looked at Yoda. The Masters eyes glowed as he blinked at Obi-Wan. A compliment from Yoda was as rare as an expression of regret. That was what made his opinion so highly prized. At that moment, Obi-Wan felt that even if he didnt become a Knight, he had earned Yodas respect. That was a great gift.

  Yoda turned and walked from the training room, the echo of his small feet thumping on the floor. He rounded the doorway into the hall and was gone. The lights powered down automatically and the room grew dusky with shadows.

  Behind Obi-Wan, Bruck began to laugh. Dont get your hopes up, Oafy. Yoda is just trying to make you feel better. The Masters wont be able to push you on anyone. There are plenty of better candidates than you.

  Obi-Wan stiffened in anger. He felt tempted to point out that Bruck was not one of those better candidates. Instead, he headed for the doorway.

  He had taken a single step when something hard hit him in the back of his head. The sound of the blow against Obi-Wans skull echoed through the room. Bruck had thrown a training probe.

  As Obi-Wan spun to face Bruck, the bow powered up his lightsaber. Its red light cut through the gloom.

  Obi-Wan looked at the empty corridor. Yoda was gone. No one would see if he gave Bruck the beating he deserved. Bruck was often cruel, but usually not so brazen. He was deliberately provoking Obi-Wan, trying to get him to loose his temper.

  But why? Obi-Wan wondered.

  Of course! You knew all along that Qui-Gon Jinn was coming to search for a Padawan, didnt you, Obi-Wan said slowly, as the suspicions hardened into certainty. Since Obi-Wan was the oldest apprentice in the Temple, the Jedi Masters would encourage Qui-Gon to take him - the lost cause. Bruck would not want that to happen.

  Bruck laughed. I made sure you didnt find out. If Id had my way, you wouldnt have found out until hed left.

  Bruck hoped to become Qui-Gons Padawan! And the only way to do it was to make sure that Obi-Wan failed. Hed tried to keep him from preparing, and now he was trying to make him mad. Obi-Wans anger, his impatience, had been his downfall often enough in the past Bruck hoped to fill his mind with rage and despair so that he would not be open to the Force.

  Obi-Wan had been raised in the Jedi Temple since he was a baby. He hadnt seen much of greed or hatred or true evil. The Masters shielded the children from such things, the keep them from turning to the dark side of the Force.

  Yet now Obi-Wan saw into the heart of ruthlessness. Bruck was plotting to steal his dreams.

  He could not let him know how important Qui-Gons visit was to him. He could not let Bruck know how hed caused the fear to rise in him, fear that he would never be a Padawan.

  Obi-Wan smiled. Bruck, three months from now, when you turn thirteen, I hope youll make a great farmer. It was the single worst insult that he could muster, to suggest that Brucks mastery of the Force was so small that he would be fit only for the Agricultural Corps.

  Bruck leaped toward him with a snarl, his lightsaber held high. Obi-Wan spun to meet him with a cry on his lips. Flashing blades clashed in a burst of light and buzzing sound as the boys met in the rooms center.

  Weary as they were, the boys fought until they could hardly move. By the time they crept from the training room, both boys were badly burned and bruised.

  Neither had won, and both had lost.

  As Obi-Wan headed to his chamber, Bruck took a lift to the upper rooms of the Temple, where the healers practiced their arts. He limped into the medics chambers, pretending to be more hurt than he was. His clothes were slashed and singed from the practice sabers, and blood ran from his nose.

  When the medic saw him, their first question was, What happened?

  Bruck gasped, Obi-Wan Kenobi . . . and then pretended to faint.

  One of the healers looked at him, then said brusquely to a droid, Go notify the Masters.

  Chapter 2

  Obi-Wan Kenobi was bandaging his burns in his room when he got the bad news. He was trying to imagine ways to impress Qui-Gon in the morning. He considered ways to improve his fighting skills - anything he might say or do to convince the Knight that he was worthy to become a Jedis Padawan Learner. But then Docent Vant brought a data pad and showed him his orders.

  Suddenly all his plans and dreams were shattered.

  Here now, it isnt that horrible. Docent Vant said. She was a tall blue-skinned woman with an elegant headtail that twitched nervously.

  Obi-Wan stared at the orders in shock. The data pad told him that he would ship out of the Temple in the morning. He needed to pack his bags.

  He was to report to the world of Bandomeer -- some planet hed never even heard of , out on the Galactic Rim. There he would join the Agricultural Corps.

  But I dont understand, he said numbly. I still have four weeks until my birthday.

  I know, Docent Vant said. But your ship, the Monument, leaves tomorrow, with a thousand miners aboard. It cant wait just because you have a birthday.

  In shock, Obi-Wan looked around at his room. Overhead, three model Verpine fighters droned near the ceiling. Hed made them himself. Repulsorlift fields held them aloft, and their running lights flashed purple and green as they hummed about. Miniature insectoid pilots swiveled their heads, as if to look around. Books and charts were piled on his study table. His lightsaber hung in its usual place on the wall. He couldnt imagine leaving here. It was his home. But he would leave it all gladly for the hard life of an apprentice. Not a farmer!

  He would never be a Knight now. Bruck had been right, Obi-Wan thought bitterly. Yoda had been trying to make him feel better.

  The shock and despair made him feel sick He raised his gaze to Docent Vant. I could still be a Jedi Knight.

  Docent Vant touched Obi-Wans hand tenderly. She smiled, revealing pointed teeth. She shook her head. Not every one i
s meant to be a warrior. The Republic needs healers and farmers, too. With your Force skills, you will be able to treat sick crops. Your talent will help feed whole worlds.

  But - Obi-Wan wanted to say that he felt cheated. He deserved four more weeks. Its a job for rejects, initiates too weak to be knights. Besides, tomorrow Qui-Gon Jinn will be looking for a Padawan. Master Yoda said that I should fight for him.

  Docent Vant shook her head. That was before the Masters heard of the beating you gave initiate Bruck. Did you really think the healers would not tell what you had done?"

  In dawning horror, Obi-Wan realized what had happened. Bruck had set the trap, and he had walked straight into it. He wanted to protest, to say that he was innocent. It had been a fair fight. And healers? Surely Bruck had not needed healers - except to back up whatever story he had told.