Qui-Gon Jinn

Qui-Gon Jinn was a happy if not mischievous child. Being always far too tall for the standard age, he had been under a lot bullying from his peers since he was no more than a toddler and remained in the Crèche. Which was why, when he was chosen to be Master Dooku's Padawan, he was so glad to be away from the Crèche and the annoying Crèche masters.

The only thing that had saddened him when leaving the damned area as an Initiate was that he wouldn't be able to see much of Master Obelia again. That said, when he found out Master Dooku was close to the silver haired Jedi, everything else didn't matter.

Master Obelia turned out to be quite rather close to his own Master and he was able to see more of the wonderful elder regularly and truthfully as compared to when the other went to the Crèche.

Staying with his Master allowed to call the silvernette by his first name and made him understand a number of things about the green gem eyed male. Enough that when the incident of Poluvia ended and they woke up in a Med-Center he was able to notice how the older man seemed to be bothered by something while he was holding two similar—yet reversed colored— looking lightsaber hilts.

On the silvernette's right, the lightsaber hilt was more of golden due to the gold alloy Phrik that was used and embellished with shining silvery Beskar. While on the left, the Beskar was more prominent and the golden Phrik was used as the embellishments. The lightsaber designs were the same but their colors were in reverse so Qui-Gon wondered whether the saber light that it would be produced would be the same cold light blue as the other.

But as both lightsabers were activated, not only Qui-Gon but the rest of their companions, noticed that there seemed to be two opposing forces that came from the two weapons. On the right, the light blue glow gave of absolute coldness and calm. While on the left, purple light shined as it gave heat and the feeling of danger.

"Tord, where did you get that second lightsaber?" The twelve-year-old asked as the purple saber made him feel uneasy.

"I made it as a replacement when my original lightsaber was taken by the people who kidnapped you," the silvernette hesitantly supplied as he then began a few practice forms of Jar' Kai.

The execution of forms was graceful and from the way Tord wielded the two weapons it was obvious to the other inhabitants of the room that he was quite accustomed and had the mastery of dual wielding. Nonetheless, the frown that now openly graced the Jedi Master's face was telling something which the group couldn't fathom.

"Tord?" Mace tried as Qui-Gon nudged the second eldest in their group of friends.

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?" Plo inquired as the agitation that Qui-Gon was feeling was now being shared by everyone else that was younger than the silvernette.

"I-My apologies," Tord murmured as he finally deactivated the twin blades and placed the two of them at his belt.

There, the youngest of their gathering came closer and tugged at Tord's robes. "Tord, tell us what happened."

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All of them were back at the Temple now.

With their one-month vacation done, all of them had now returned to their rightful stations. That said, not one of them reported to Council what had happened and instead kept the kidnapping incident a secret. Not one of them gave any clue to the members of the Order that they were thoroughly worried about the eldest in their group.

Their worry, as hidden as it was, made them seek out the silvernette more.

Mace had willingly agreed to teach Tord his newly perfected Vaapad and aid him in getting more practice mastery in Jar'Kai. Plo was now usually accompanying him in meditation or academic research. Kit was constantly hanging around the man for whatever reason along with food. And Qui-Gon?

Out of all of them, the young brunet tried his best to spend much of his time with the other whenever it was allowed. But as more time passed by, their group began to notice how Tord's smiles towards the boy became more strained and that the silvernette would have an excuse to refuse on being alone with the youngest member of their group.

Tord would fall silent— usually in Qui-Gon's presence while the young Padawan was more of in his mischievous or uncontrollable streaks—and would have this far-away look that's constantly bathed by sadness, betrayal and anger. With it, darkness shrouded the usually bright elder's personage and it would take time or either someone else to snap Tord out of whatever it was that was bothering him.

Nonetheless, they noticed.

They noticed how Tord was soon distancing himself from Qui-Gon. They noticed, how as time passed further, the brunet began collecting shiny rocks to bloodied trophies all to present it Tord. And all the silvernette did was give, if not avoiding the matter itself, was empty smiles and honey coated words that simply asked the little one to improve, do better, and focus his attention on someone else.

And by that, Mace finally decided to take the problem frontally and in his own hands.

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Tord's time in Poluvia had been tiresome at first due to the incident. But after it, it was leisurely and enjoyable.

The sights, food and ambiance were relaxing and spending the time with the people he cared for staved off the violence that he craved and had done. He was able to laugh, smile and be without the serious masks that always needed him to be cautious or worry of being betrayed or cut down.

It was just like back when he was with Edd, Matt and Tom when going on adventures or with his adoptive father, Vlad, and his brother, Danny, while just going about their days in Amity Park. The presence of those he cared for somewhat grounded him away from the coldness he usually felt and the memories of his past that would sometimes come up.

Attachment.

That was what it was.

Even back then, it was his weakness and something he had yearned for as much as he constantly denies it. The need of acceptance and to know that someone would have his back and not be judged for what he has done or is capable of doing. His constant wish of belonging was what drove in the past to continuously search different timelines and worlds for his former fiancé, Tom.

It drove him up to the point of, near to full, insanity and uncontrollable pain, more often than not.

So, as much there were certain moments where he hated being placed in this universe, Tord was finding himself used to and endeared by the way his life was somehow going. The Jedi Code became a guideline he followed through using his own interpretation and convenience which enabled him enough support to his sanity.

The Code itself was enough of a godsend for Tord since he could easily enough attribute his coldness and detachment to its Tenets. It had helped him in having a good excuse on why one moment he's the perfect emotionless Jedi and next he's the warmhearted and bright Jedi that beguiled the younglings and the public.

It also aided him in somewhat curbing his attachments.

Family and friends were okay. Anything more than that and Tord knew that he was toeing a fine line of spiraling back to being an unstable excuse of a wreck. He didn't want to have a repeat of heartache, betrayal, grief and sadness just as he felt when he was in love with Tom.

This new universe was supposed to be his clean slate. It was supposed to be his fresh start.

Even if one elderly Dreaming River clan witch from Dathomir told him—when he was nine and still a Padawan—that he would know nothing else but infinite sadness which Tord merely took it into stride.

It wasn't like things were set in stone.

Which is why, he hardly believed that fortune telling.

That said, as each year passed by and the increasing visions which he had showed mostly grim events that rised in frequency, Tord was starting to wonder if even in this universe he was just going to suffer again. These visions were again making him doubt and lose his sleep.

Then just a few days after rescuing his friends from the kidnapping incident, his visions took a turn for the worse.

He saw Qui-Gon grow up. The child became a man that was something he didn't like.

The vibrant brunet in his visions had become abusive and the worst of his abuse ended up with Obi-Wan Kenobi. His dear Obi-Wan got the worst of it!

In his visions, Obi-Wan— being thirteen standard—had spent weeks as a deep sea mining slave with a bomb collar around his neck under the overseeing of Qui-Gon.

The small boy had numerous scars. Scars that was on his back from an electro whip lashing , and from where the collar and shackles broke skin. And the only reason why his little Obi was chosen by Qui-Gon as his Padawan was because the boy volunteered to kill himself to save the people on Bandomeer.

After all of that, after watching Obi-Wan tear himself apart trying to be the best—trying to figure out what Darkness in his soul Qui-Gon Jinn was talking about—and Qui tells him that it's his willingness to die that makes him worthy?

For all his worth, Tord knew that he was cruel and ruthless. That said, for his Obi-Wan—that boy has enough issues already—to be made to think that his greatest worth in life is being an expendable. As such, Tord ended up being furious and wanted nothing more but to not even be in the same room as the brunet.

For his Obi-Wan to end up thinking such a manner. If his visions were in line with how the cannon went. Then that would explain why the original 'Negotiator' was so self-sacrificing and thought so little of himself. Qui-Gon Jinn basically ruined the boy.

And now, Tord basically wants to ruin Qui-Gon Jinn.

Nonetheless, he knew that his visions themselves should not be enough reason for him to end the brunet. After all, what he had seen is yet to come. That said, the revulsion which he had begun to harbor for Yan Dooku's Padawan was becoming all too real and Tord wanted nothing else but to wash his hands off of the lapis lazuli eyed male.

He knows that he was getting a tad too obvious with his distaste and aversion for Qui-Gon. But it looked like his visions had failed to warn him earlier because the brown-haired male was now regularly presenting him shiny river rocks and bloodied trophies which Tord had no interest where Qui-Gon got them from.

Tord just felt sick.

He nearly asked his raven-haired younger brother to keep his Padawan away from him.

But he did not.

Instead, Tord had his younger brother deal with his Padawan himself and simply did his best to look away and ignore Qui-Gon.

Tord just doesn't want his Obi-Wan to be hurt.