Author: Lokemele

WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of sexual and non-sexual torture; consensual and non-consensual sex; SLASH

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Ilya Kuryakin

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimers: Star Wars characters are copyright LucasFilm LTD. The Man from U.N.C.L.E. characters are copyright
MGM. No infringement of copywritten characters is intended, and no profit is being made.

Notes: This came from a couple of ideas I saw in stories in the Master and Apprentice Fanfic Archive
(http://www.sockiipress.org/script/fiction.shtml ). One was a story about Jedi secretly living on Earth (Wandering
Through Mirrors, by Rachel Alexander; http://www.sockiipress.org/ma/ma4/wandering_through.html ) and the
other was a story about Qui-Gon being jilted by Obi-Wan for Mace Windu (which I can’t find; if you know which
story I mean, send title, author and URL and I’ll put them here). Also, this isn’t betaed, but I did run it through my
spelling and grammar checker.

Prologue 1

Qui-Gon Jinn stepped down the ramp of the transport he’d taken to this small, backwater planet. Because of
ongoing political turmoil and low technical development, it was decided when the Jedi first discovered the planet to
not reveal their off-planet origins except to a few members of the world’s only sentient lifeform. Thus the ship had
come in at an odd trajectory to avoid the planet’s crude satellites, landing at an underwater base off one of the
southern continents.

Yoda had sent him here, saying, "Take some time, you should. Healing you need. Visit old friends and see what
you have wrought." The ancient had tapped with his gimmer stick. "Something there is, that needs you to do it. No
other will. Important, this; I sense it." So off he had gone, hoping the distraction would take his mind away from
Mace and Obi-Wan.

He was met at the base of the ramp by one of the cultural liaisons who’d devoted their lives to studying the
planet’s diverse and conflicting social and political systems, languages, and lifestyles. "Welcome, Master Jinn. I
see by your records you’ve been here before, so we can skip the basic briefing and language courses."

"Yes," he replied with a sad smile, "I was first here some forty years ago, just after I’d been knighted. In fact, I
was part of the original survey team." He wondered if the friend he’d made during that first visit was still living, and
if the organization he’d founded was still extant. During the brief visits he’d made here over the years, he’d
established a network of companies to aid his friend’s efforts; he’d have to check them to see they were still
serving their purpose. The liaison’s voice cut into his reverie.

"Forgive me for saying so, Master, but if you’re going into any of the developed areas, you’ll have to cut your hair
to blend in. Conservative fashion dictates hairstyles for men that are close-cropped, especially on the sides and
back of the head, and not more than a few inches on the top. Short as a padawan’s, but without the braid." He
surveyed Qui-Gon’s more than shoulder length tresses and shook his head.

The Jedi master frowned at him. "I’m not about to cut my hair to suit the prevailing notions of fashion!" His eyes
turned thoughtful. "Hmm, let me think. Most of the things I have in underdeveloped areas are agricultural. I have it;
the tea plantation, if it’s still there. I can re-establish myself there and just braid my hair and tuck it inside my collar
if I have to go anywhere ‘civilized’. Yes. Rich eccentrics are often forgiven their foibles, if there’s enough money
involved, and my investments on previous visits should have netted me no small sum in assets."

The liaison continued to update him on current events involving all major world powers, with special attention given
to the area where he said he was going, as he led the way to his accommodations. He left Qui-Gon in his rooms
after showing him the amenities and insuring himself the Jedi master would be fine on his own. Qui-Gon unpacked
the few belongings he’d brought, placing them about the room, and took a shower before lying down to rest from
his journey. Tomorrow would be soon enough to draw appropriate clothing and other items he needed to fit
himself into this planet’s culture.
 

Proceed to part One.