Afterword

Obi-Wan Kenobi had been raised in the Jedi Temple at Coruscant, a world teeming with people, a world whose every piece of land was covered by skyscrapers.


When the Monument dropped through the atmosphere of Bandomeer, he marveled at the jungles and plains, the broad expanses of empty land and wide sea. He’d never imagined that there could be so much wilderness on one planet.


The port on Bandomeer was a small building, a hanger that could barely hold a freighter the size of the Monument. Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon cautiously from the ship.


A planetary police officer was waiting. When he saw Qui-Gon, he hurried over. “Welcome. My offices will of course be at you disposal.


Qui-Gon nodded. “Can you tell me what this is all about? The Supreme Chancellor said that you requested my help — mine specifically.”


"Perhaps this will explain,” the officer said.


He handed an envelope to Qui-Gon, who tore it open and pulled out a folded note. As he read, Qui-Gon’s face paled, and his breath caught.


Obi-Wan read over Qui-Gon’s shoulder. It said only, "I have been looking forward to this day."


The note was signed by someone named Xanatos.

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