Prompt:
Qui-Gon and his wife, (Y/N), have a secret relationship away from Coruscant and the Jedi. When Qui-Gon goes away from his wife on Jedi business, a familiar enemy decides to attack.
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She/Her❥
1st POV
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"Are you sure I can't come with you?" I whispered while holding onto my husband of 3 years. His smell alone comforted me, and the fact that he was going off somewhere just unease's me.
Qui-Gon Jinn rubbed my back and kissed my forehead, "You know we can't be seen together very often or else suspicions will rise. I will be back soon, I promise."
He always said that, but it was always longer than soon. Of course I trusted in him and his abilities as a Jedi, but I always have a weird feeling that something will go wrong sooner or later. Plus, he has young Obi-Wan to take care of,
"Just please be careful," I whispered against his dusty Jedi robes, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."
If time could stop, I'd have it stop now. It was perfect. Just me and the love of my life. No responsibilities, no hardship, no risk. I'd do anything for him to quit being a Jedi and live on a farm with me, but you can't just 'quit' being a Jedi.
As Qui-Gon and his young apprentice flew off into the stars, I couldn't shake the feeling that something horrendous would happen to us all.
Qui-Gon Jinn
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Days have gone by since I had last talked to my love, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Underneath the councils' noses, the Sith have returned, stronger than ever, and a young boy, the age of 9, has been found with a higher Midichlorian count than even Master Yoda himself. It's strange how the force works.
However, when bringing the young boy, Anakin, back to my ship, a hideous Sith attacked, almost killing us. I fear this may be much worse than a master and an apprentice.
Darth Maul
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'A weakness. I must find a weakness. Sure, assassinating Jedi is in the job description, but there's always a weakness that makes the job so much easier. Whether it's an old master. A padawan. A lover. There's always one. This Jedi however, was stronger than anything my master has put me against. I underestimated him and the boy. I won't make that mistake again.'
The Sith ponders on what could possibly have an attachment to the Jedi: one who could assist in his demise. Meditating, he sees a face. A wedding ring that's never worn. Never worn, out of fear that the Jedi may get banished from the order. Her name is (Y/N). A common farmer on the planet of Taanab. Why would a Jedi fall in love with a woman from Taanab? The thought itself made a small laugh rise from the Dathomirian's throat.
Then, he saw a familiar face. The master of his target. The infamous Count Dooku, training a young Qui-Gon,
"Interesting," he nibbled his lip while riding from a sitting position; force grabbing his lightsaber and walking towards his ship, "Taanab it is."
(Y/N)
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The clouds were becoming a hideous black and dark grey. A storm was coming, which was good and bad for my crops. Herding my Banthas back towards their barns, I heard an approaching ship.
Finishing what I was doing, I wiped my hands on my work clothes and went to investigate. I was deeply hoping for it to be Qui-Gon returning from his mission, but well down in my gut, I knew it wasn't him. It was far too soon.
A busted up old ship that I didn't recognize was parked on my property. This slightly worried yet angered me at the same time. I always hate it when drunks park on my land and unintentionally ruin my harvest.
I went up and knocked on the ship's door while pushing in the daily numbers on my com, "Hello, you need help in there?" I asked as the door began to creak open.
A young man that I didn't recognize stepped out. He wore a banged up old cloak and had a long cane to assist in his steps, "Oh yes ma'am," he quivered, obviously tired from his previous fight with life, "Would you happen to have some water. Or some food?"
I nodded sheepishly and led him to my small hut. I could tell the man was from Dathomir, but that's all I could tell from his appearance. It's rare to see Dathomirians this far in the Outer Rim.
Pushing through my door, I laid him on the couch and poured him a pitcher of water, "What happened to you, sir?" I asked while handing him the cool, condensated glass of water.
"You're too kind," he murmurs, chugging the water then smashing the glass angrily on the floor, "A weakness."
I stumbled backwards in shock as the man shedded his cloak and unsheathed a gleaming red lightsaber. Qui-Gon had told me stories of the red lightsabers. Only Sith carry them,
"What do you want?" I hissed while watching his blade swish from side to side menacingly.
He smirks; his rotted teeth making my stomach curl, "You. And your husband, the Jedi master."
Before I could even react, the Sith launched himself at me; grabbing my arm and twisting aggressively. I screamed in pain and struggled violently, but to no avail. The Dathomirian was far too strong.
Using the butt of his lightsaber, he smashes it into my forehead, immediately knocking me out cold.
Qui-Gon Jinn
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A disruption in the force. It's (Y/N). There's something else there too. A familiar evil force,
"Obi-Wan, Anakin, we need to go," Qui-Gon whispered while clenching his head in surprise, "It's (Y/N). I believe the Sith from before has her."
"Master, you know this is probably a trap," Obi-Wan corrected his master in a way Qui-Gon would normally correct him, "And what about Anakin? We can't just drag him into something like this."
"That's why you're taking him to Coruscant. Vouch for him in front of the council while I take care of this," the master sternly commanded, "Do as I say, Padawan."
Obi-Wan nods and climbs into the separating ship that's attached to the current one they're sitting in, "Yes, Master. Please be careful."
"I'm always careful," he nodded as Obi-Wan took Anakin to the council, like requested.
Qui-Gon, who was normally calm and collected, was beginning to panic at the thought of losing his wife. This Sith wouldn't touch a hair on her head.
(Y/N)
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This was easily the worst experience of my life. The second worst was when Qui-Gon tripped me and I landed face-first in some Bantha dung. This topped that by a landslide,
"You'll never be able to top him," I mumbled while watching him sway side-to-side; watching the pouring rain and lightning strikes,
He didn't reply. Just continued to watch the storm, "You know I don't care if he wins or loses," the man, who I have discovered calls himself Darth Maul, "I just want to see your pretty boy suffer as I end your life right in front of his face."
I stiffened up in fear at the thought. Qui would be crushed, angry. Everything the Jedi Order prohibited would be unleashed in him. I know that's what Maul wanted: for him to reveal to his precious order what he's been hiding for these many, long years,
"You still won't win. He's the strongest Jedi I've ever met," my voice cracked as I began to wonder what Master Yoda would think of him. What Obi-Wan would think of his Master's disobedience to the one order they've been raised with since, essentially birth.
Maul smirked and just continued to watch the rain, "You haven't met many Jedi then, huh?"
His taunting was getting on my last nerve. If I was close enough to him, I'd steal his lightsaber and stab it right into his chest for threatening my husband and I like that.
Minutes went by, which turned into long, painful hours. Finally, once the sun began to peak out from beyond the tree line, a ship was heard above the now bright white clouds. After storms, they always become pearly white,
"That must be our guest of honor," Maul taunted yet again while gripping his double-bladed lightsaber toughly in his hand, "Shall we go greet him?"
I bit my tongue back in anger as Maul undid my bindings from the wall and manhandled me outside of the house. He smelled like death stick smoke and sewage. It made me want to vomit, but my determination to be strong for Qui just pushed me through it,
"Master Jinn," the Sith hissed as the door to the ship creaked and opened with a sharp hiss, "I believe this is yours?"
Qui-Gon descended from the belly of the ship; eyes hardening at the sight of me. My nose had crusted blood settling a little above my upper lip and I had a slight bruised cheekbone,
"It's been a long time since I've come in contact with a Sith," the Jedi answered nonchalantly; eyes not leaving me, "So, I didn't know the mighty Sith stopped so low. Kidnapping? That's not really your style."
Qui-Gon is witty, but that aspect made me even more fearful. Pissing off a Sith can have detrimental affects. I know Obi-Wan is picking up on my husband's personality quirks, because the last time I saw him, he was sassier than before. That scares me too. One Qui-Gon is enough.
Unsheathing his double-bladed lightsaber, the Sith growled while pulling me into his chest; the red light illuminating my face as the blade laid awfully close to my neck, "So here's how this is going to go," he growled, demonic-like, "You humiliated me on an easy job. Kill the Jedi and the apprentice. Simple. So, as simple goes, I'm going to kill your wife."
Qui-Gon immediately unsheathes his green lightsaber; a warm and fuzzy feeling overwhelming me despite my situation, "She has no quarrel with you. Let her go, and let's be civil."
The Dathomirian let out a chortle, "Be civil? You are dumber than I originally thought."
As Maul laid his blade lightly against my shoulder, I let out a squeak of pain, "Q-Qui-Gon," I whispered out in fear as the weapon continued to make marks on me. Like he was marking me as his territory just to hurt my husband.
Gritting his teeth together, Qui-Gon launched himself from his position and force-pushed Maul back, giving me enough time to wreath out of his grip and fall behind the Jedi,
"Are the Banthas okay?" Qui-Gon asked while kissing the top of my hand, "Don't answer that."
I rolled my eyes. He is one strange man, but I'm happy to see him. I just hope he can fair against this Sith Lord.
The two fought in perfect synch for a good chunk of time. Clashing red against green and doing leaps and dodges no person could dream of achieving.
Finally, Maul had the upper hand; smashing his blade into the Jedi's blade with pure rage. Using Maul's rage as a distraction, Qui-Gon swept his foot out and knocked him over; Maul's lightsaber flying over to my feet,
"Get off of our land," the Jedi spit while pointing his buzzing green blade in the Dathomirian's face, "I spare you this once, but next time you mess with my wife or I, I will not be so hesitant."
Spitting, Maul force grabbed his lightsaber and bashed back immediately, not taking no for an answer, but against Maul's wishes, it was a lost cause. Qui-Gon slashes his blade alongside the Sith's leg; cutting through the intricate fabric and seething his skin, "I said," he repeated, stepping on the menacing lightsaber, "Get off my land."
Knowing he has lost, Maul regretfully picks up his lightsaber; shooting me the ugliest glare I have ever received in my life, and then retreated to his beat up space ship.
As the ship became only a speck in the gorgeous blue sky, Qui-Gon turned to me and kneeled down beside me, "Darling, are you alright?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I asked in amusement while pecking his lips, "You're the one who just battled a Sith Lord, and won."
He grinned and helped me off the ground, "Well, as a Jedi, that is my job."
"Good thing you're good at it, or else we'd both be dead," I smirked while leaning into his body; much like the position before he left the night before,
"Luckily for you, I'd move Heaven and Earth to make sure you're okay," Qui commented while kissing my forehead lovingly, "If only I had someone like that."
I punched his shoulder softly and rolled my eyes, "You're the absolute worst."
January 20th, 2020
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