From: Katrinka A Matter of Trust Story: A Matter of Trust (1/3) Story in the Vaartuslik series Author: Katrinka (katrinka@flash.net) Archive: master_apprentice, OKEB, and my homepage only. Anyone else, just ask. Rating: NC-17 for oral sex Warnings: Slash Catagory: Angst, hurt/comfort, series Spoilers: None for this part Summary: Obi-Wan leaves a diplomatic voyage to a cloned world. Feedback: This author grovels for feedback! Dedicated to: Kalia and Padawan Tera Thanks to: Marnee for Beta'ing this! Amponia. The first assignment since the reunion. Obi-Wan would do what he always did on these missions: keep his eyes open and his mouth shut. At least, that was what he thought before Qui-Gon began to tell him about the planet. They were on the transport to Amponia. "There are a few things you should know about Amponia," Qui-Gon told him. "Yes, Master." He looked out the observation window of the starliner. "The people on Amponia look human, except for one difference." "What is that, Master?" Obi-Wan asked. "The Amponians are a cloned race. The clones are fully grown. Then they age backwards." "Backwards?" "Yes, they will assume that you are the senior member of our team." Qui-Gon cocked an eyebrow at his apprentice. "I'm only 20," Obi-Wan reminded him. "Yes, but you look the same age as men in the prime of life." "What do children look like?" he asked. "The Amponian children look like elderly people." "And their elders look like babies," Obi-Wan guessed. "You're learning fast." Qui-Gon smiled. "That is why on this mission, I would like for you to lead the negations." "I don't have your experiences! This mission is vital..." Obi-Wan's words where stopped by Qui-Gon's finger on his lip. Qui-Gon arched one eyebrow. "You can't get experience unless you use your talents." //I'll do my best,// he vowed. "I do have one question. Did you tell Windu that you left Coruscant?" "He's the one who suggested that I go after you." "But did you ask his leave?" Qui-Gon persisted. "No, I just left." Qui-Gon sighed. "That explains why he mentioned you needed to return." "I must return?" "You must face Windu." "Yes, Master." Obi-Wan's heart sank. "We are going to have a successful mission before we return to Coruscant." He reached out, touching Obi-Wan. "I'll help you face him. I'll make him understand why you had to go." "Thank you, Master." Obi-Wan's words were blocked out by a kiss. **************** Later, on Amponia, they waited outside the Tanaka's reception room. The door opened, and a guard motioned them to come inside. A woman who looked to be in her sixties sat on a throne. She wore flowing, ceremonial gowns. Behind her sat two people, a man who appeared to be in his thirties, and a woman of the same age. The woman also wore large ceremonial robes, and was a clone of the Tanaka. Obi-Wan bowed deeply. "We are honored to visit Amponia." He tried to sound as formal as Qui-Gon did. Obi-Wan couldn't help but notice that many of the court were replicas. "I am The Tanaka of Amponia. My advisors: Most Favored Dobre and First Elected Dunca." "I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, this is my Padawan Qui-Gon Jinn." Obi-Wan introduced. "I asked for the Jedi to intervene in a problem that is in Amponia. A severe problem that is threatening to tear open the fabric of our society." "We are willing to intervene to solve your problem." Dunca asked. "How many parents do you have?" //Master, what should I say?// Obi-wan telepathed. //The truth.// was Qui-Gon's answer. "Your majesty, I have one mother." The Tanaka's face grew angry. Dobre and Dunca looked at each other with a knowing smile. "I also have three fathers." Dobre asked, "Then you were not born of normal humanoid means?" "My mother gave birth to me, but I am not sure of the means of conception," Obi-Wan admitted. The Tanaka seemed pleased with the information. "In the past fifty years, people from the neighboring system of Silivas began to settle on Amponia. We welcomed this settlement. Then Silivas had a change of govenerment. The new government now demands control over any place where even one of their citizens lives." "How many Silivans live on Amponia?" "One hundred thousand. Most are happy to live on Amponia, and conform to our traditions. A few though--" The woman couldn't help but wrinkle her nose. "They refuse to obey the law. They still have children naturally. They would like a union with Silivas." "You would like us to mediate your talks." Dobre's eyes flashed. "Master Jedi, our planet does not want to go to war!" "Then we will do our best." "The Ambassador of Silivas arrives tomorrow morning." "Then may I please have permission to rest until then?" Obi-Wan requested. "Of course." The Tanaka snapped her fingers. "Are their rooms ready?" "Yes, your Majesty." Dobre went to Obi-Wan. "I will show you to your rooms." ******************* Their rooms consisted of a large changing room and a bedroom with a set of twin beds. "Which bed would you like?" Obi-Wan asked. "I think you should decide that, Master." A hint of a smile played at Qui-Gon's lips. //I'm not your Master!// "They don't know that." Qui-Gon lay down on one of the beds. His long legs dangled off the end. "Master, my bed doesn't fit." He was enjoying this way too much. "Padawan, you must learn to adjust to other societies." "Can you call room service and ask for a new bed?" Qui-Gon pointed to a monitor button on the wall. So that was why he was acting like a kid. They were being eavesdropped on. "We might insult our hosts if we do that." Obi-Wan moved the table that separated the beds. He then shoved the beds together. "There, that should be more roomy." "But where will you sleep, Master?" Obi-Wan got onto the other bed. "Stop being so fresh." "Make me." Qui-Gon smiled. Obi-Wan kissed his Master. He felt a thrill go through him as the older man opened his mouth to the kiss, his tongue darted in, tasting him eagerly. Qui-Gon's hand went to the front of Obi-Wan's pants, stroking his cock through the cloth. //Master,// Obi-Wan moaned. Qui-Gon unfastened Obi-Wan's belt, and began to work on the cloth belt. "Master, why are you wearing too many clothes?" "More for you to take off." Obi-Wan grinned. //It's been over six months since we last made love. I've missed it,// The belt undone, Qui-Gon unfasten his tunic. //Are you ready for this?// //Why wouldn't I be?// //You were raped!// /Every time you touch me, I feel cleaner, more whole. Please, Master, make love to me.// Qui-Gon kissed the younger man; as he did, he unfastened Obi-Wan's pants. The large hands pulled the pants down, then began to caress Obi-Wan's cock. Qui-Gon's lips left Obi-Wan's and he began kissing Obi-Wan's neck, giving it little nips and bites. At the same time, the hand kept pumping his cock. The excitement began to rise in the Padawan. "You're going to make me come." "That's the idea," The lips left his neck and traveled lower. Qui-Gon trailed love bites down Obi-Wan's chest. Then Obi-Wan's penis was enveloped in something warm, sucking. He could feel Qui-Gon's hair blanket him. He put a hand on his Master's head and arched backwards. "Excuse me, Master Jedi," someone almost squeaked. Qui-Gon pulled away from Obi-Wan and arched an eyebrow. The Padawan stood up and began to put his clothes back on. "Can I help you?" The person was Dobre. "Her majesty has asked me to bring you foodstuffs." "That would be very nice." His voice cracked as Qui-Gon pinched his ass. "Thank you." "I have alerted the Tanaka to the fact that your apprentice is in need of a new bed." Obi-Wan moved away from his Master. "Thank you very much." A few moments later, the servants came with a new, larger bed. It was put in the changing room. "There, now your apprentice can sleep alone," Dobre told Obi-Wan. "Of course, there are the usual monitoring devices in the changing room." "Your planet is very hospitable." Obi-Wan understood the implications of the warning. If they did anything sexual, it would be watched. Dobre touched Obi-Wan's arm, and in his mind he said. //Those who love on this planet take a terrible risk. The Tanaka is very strict about the ban of love. Please be careful.// Obi-Wan was surprised that Dobre was telepathic. //We will be.// Servants came in with two trays of food. They put it on a table, then all the servants left. "Master, is it all right to eat?" Qui-Gon asked. "We would insult our hosts if we did not." Obi-Wan sat at the table. A few seconds later, Qui-Gon sat. They began to eat. //Why are they monitoring us?// Obi-Wan asked. //Did you notice the servant said the usual monitoring devices?// //Which means that the entire planet is monitored.// //This might be the reason why the Council sent us.// ************** Obi-Wan hated sleeping alone, especially since his Master was in the next room. His Master had been able to go to sleep without a problem; Obi-Wan had tossed and turned, his cock reminding him of an unfulfilled need. Nightmares haunted him, of what Windu would do when he got a hold of Obi-Wan. Finally, he gave up trying to sleep. Obi-Wan dressed and went onto the balcony. He watched as the people passed by. So many clones. He wondered how big the genetic base was. He could feel the dark force in this place. It beckoned him to join it. Qui-Gon stepped out onto the porch. "How was your sleep?" "I've had better." Qui-Gon reached out, and touched Obi-Wan's shoulder. Their Vaar reformed. //I missed you in my bed.// //I need to have more control over myself,// Obi-Wan confessed. //You have control.// //Since we were interrupted, all I can think about is us together.// //Calm your mind. We will be together soon,// Qui-Gon promised. //You need to keep your mind on the mission.// //Yes, Master.// //What is bothering you? Is it Windu?// //I keep dreaming that he throws me out of the Jedi,// Obi-Wan thought. //He told me to go after you, but I never told him that I was leaving the planet. That was something I really needed to do.// //Then you are learning,// Qui-Gon told him. //Perhaps this will be a good experience for you.// //I keep worrying about this conference. I do not have your diplomatic skills.// //There is no way you can learn to use your skills unless you practice them,// Qui-Gon said. //You've done a great job so far.// Obi-Wan couldn't believe it; his Master liked his diplomatic skills! //Thank you, Master.// //This time I will advise, but I will not tell you what to do,// Qui-Gon said. //This is a learning experience. Just tell yourself that.// //What if I lead these planets to war?// //That won't happen. I trust in your abilities.// Obi-Wan turned to his Master, who kissed him gently on the lips. "We'd better get ready." ***** The first diplomatic event was a reception for the Ambassador of Silivas. Ambassadors and staff from the embassies on Amponia were guests Qui-Gon stood several feet behind his Padawan. He was proud of how the younger man handled himself. Through their shared Vaar, he could feel the younger man's fear of facing Windu being contained. He could feel his Padawan centering his mind. It would have been much easier for Qui-Gon to do the diplomatic work, and Obi-Wan watch, but it wouldn't be good for the Padawan in the long run. It was time for Obi-Wan to begin to handle, on his own, the responsibilities of being a Jedi. Qui-Gon didn't feel much of the Force from the Aponians, but that was to be expected for a clone race. There were two that he did feel strongly in the Force: Dobre and Dunca. They would glance at each other, and a spark that only Force sensitive could feel would go between them. //They're in love,// Qui-Gon realized. //It must be dangerous for them.// Then Qui-Gon noticed a black robed figure talking to the Tanaka. The woman seemed enthralled by what she was saying. Dobre walked to Obi-Wan. "I think you should be aware that I have been replaced as Most Favored." "Then you will be leaving the Tanaka's service," Obi-Wan guessed. "I have a new job. I am now the secretary for the First Elected." "Dobre, may I ask you a question?" Qui-Gon asked. "Please do." "What is the significance of the role of First Elected?" "The First Elected is voted by the people of Amponia. It is the highest elected post on Amponia," Dobre explained. "I notice that she is a clone of the Tanaka." "The Tanaka is what you would call the First Elected's daughter. The tittle of Tanaka is passed from generation to generation of clones of the original Tanaka." His eyes drifted back to Dunca. "Was the First Elector ever Tanaka?" "No, she never agreed with the laws of Amponia. It was thought she would be a risk to the government." Qui-Gon could barely hear his voice. "I was raised to be her consort." "I am sorry." //We are together now, titles do not mean anything.// Dobre looked around. //We are being taped. I will talk no more of this.// ******************** The conference seemed different. Qui-Gon stood behind Obi-Wan, the same way that Obi-Wan had always done. The Padawan couldn't help but notice that there where more guards then usual. The Tanaka sat on her throne; beside her sat the hooded figure. On the other side, Dunca sat with Dobre a few steps behind her. Something was going on, Obi-Wan could feel it. Suddenly, there were two guards between Qui-Gon and him. Another guard slapped something around his neck. He reached up to touch it. There was a shock. He turned to Qui-Gon, who was now wearing a similar collar. Qui-Gon waved his hand, the two guards flew across the room. Then Qui-Gon sank to the floor. "Obi-Wan!" The guards aimed their guns at Qui-Gon. Suddenly the Tanaka stood up. "Enough!" The guards put up their guns. "Qui-Gon, you have broken the laws of Amponia. What is your defense?" "What laws have I broken?" the Master asked. "Carnality is illegal on Amponia. Your committing it is understandable. You are an alien." The Queen looked like she was trying to control her temper. "The thing that you did that cannot be forgiven is forcing yourself on a older man! Qui-Gon, you're little more then a child!" "Your highness, I am not a child," Qui-Gon said. "Qui-Gon Jinn, you are formally charged with wanton acts of carnality. You are also charged with the forcible seduction an elder." The Queen sat down. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, you have two choices: give your Padawan up for trial, or I will order both of you to be arrested, and bound over for trial." "What are these collars?" Obi-Wan asked. "Sith collars. If you use the Force, then you will be shocked. It's an old science, one that was used during the Sith Wars." Obi-Wan felt the blood drain from his face. He was wearing a Sith collar! He looked at Qui-Gon. //What should I do?// //Give me up.// //Master, I can't do that!// //Let me go into custody. Then you can try to find a solution to this.// Through the Vaar he could feel conviction from his Master. Obi-Wan stepped forward. "You may take my Padawan into custody." **************** --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Special offer from The Science Fiction Book ClubŪ! Take 5 Star WarsŪ books for just $1, with membership. Many choices! Go to http://www.onelist.com/ad/doubleday6 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Master & Apprentice Archive: http://www.valdemar.net/ma/warn.html