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Qui-Gon’s time in Coruscant had left him with much to think about and much to do. The long journey to the outer rim gave him plenty of time to meditate upon these problems. Without the Jedi Council’s funds readily available he had to make due with a shared cabin with a stranger who was to board at their first stop. He spent most of the first leg of his trip on the makeshift bench in the corner mulling over the issues placed before him.
An odd feeling drew him from his meditation, an uneasy feeling in his gut that grew. From the hustle and bustle in the hallway he assumed that they had reached their first stop and were taking on passengers. There was something wrong, not an immediate threat, but certainly something to be wary of. Before he could do so much as stand, the door to the cabin opened.
Qui-Gon was on his feet and his hand to where his lightsaber should have hung on his hip. “You!” He could hardly believe his luck or lack thereof. His own murderer, the one he knows Obi-Wan struck down to protect Naboo, here in his cabin. With a quick gesture, he used the Force to pin him against the wall. “I may not know your name but I will never forget your face. There must truly be something wrong with the Force to return you to existence and darken my doorstep. What are you doing here?”