Clashing blades..flashing.light in front of his face...sparks of red and green flying in all directions...
It felt like an eternity was passing as Obi-Wan Kenobi found himself blocked and unable to help his Master in their single task:
Destroy the Sith.
Seconds ticked by like hours, and his heart stood still. Sweat poured out of the young man as he looked on, a horrid, sinking feeling in his stomach.
The entire, slow-moving image was bathed in red... his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, defending himself against the onslaught of the Sith. Suddenly, Obi-Wan's heart began hammering in his chest and he found himself beginning to panic despite his extensive Jedi training...
Then, it happened: the black-clad creature struck, the blade of his double-ended lightsaber piercing Qui-Gon's middle. The red light disappeared, and the old man hung for a second as if suspended by invisible strings. Obi-Wan heard himself scream as his beloved Master went to his knees.
/Please don't die...please don't die.../ he chanted over and over in his mind. The Sith paced in front of him, laughing. This creature was purely evil, and had just destroyed the only person Obi-Wan had ever been able to believe in. The oily red and black features radiated hatred and loathing, and the horrible yellow eyes flickered with a child's glee as the young man fought his runaway emotions into check and prepared himself.
Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon's life force slipping away. The old man was dying. Qui-Gon Jinn was dying. A single thought raced through his head:
I am losing my Master.
The barrier began to split, and in those seconds, a thousand thoughts replaced the single one:
I am alone.
Qui-Gon is dying.
I am not ready for this.
This is not happening.
I can not train the boy.
I can not do this.
The beams gave way and Obi-Wan's mind drained of all but the task that now lay solely before him:
Destroy the Sith.
The 'saber ignited in his hands and they clashed, blades meeting and throwing purple sparks across the floor and across their vision. The boy's emotions fought in his throat to rise and overtake him, and for a moment he weakened and was knocked away like a child's plaything. Hanging on, Obi-Wan looked up at the wickedly smiling creature, then glanced his Master's lightsaber lying above him. His own was gone, and the blade of his teacher was his only hope.
Before he knew it, the creature was dead, having fallen in two as it descended into the blackness of the reactor core. But none of that mattered now. It was dead. He had won, but at much too high a cost. The Great Qui-Gon Jinn was dying in his arms.
"Promise me you'll train the boy," he breathed. And then, he was gone.
Alone. I am alone. I can not do this.