"We'll take care of this." That was an odd statement. Just a few seconds ago, I had been thinking I was getting too old for this. So why did I say that? Jedi reflex, I guess. My apprentice, Obi-Wan, nodded in agreement and looked eager to slice this guy to ribbons. I was almost going to let him; I had already fought this freak on Tatooine, and I wasn't about to do it again. But I couldn't let my padawan go up against a full Sith lord, I'd never see all of him again. Suddenly, I remembered Anakin. I'd found that kid on Tatooine, brought him into this life-or-death mission with us, and told him to stay in the cockpit a aircraft he had climbed into. In retrospect, I really shouldn't have brought him along, or told the others to leave when I feel like I'm ready to fall asleep here and now. Hope my narcolepsy doesn't kick in, although it wound be interesting to see his reaction when the Jedi he's fighting suddenly falls sound asleep.
well, I wouldn't see it, I'd be asleep.
Oh well, I'll probably die anyways.
Suddenly, laser blasts shattered the walls and floor around us, one of the blasts tore right through the surprised Sith Lord. Debris fell on Obi-Wan and I, knocking the poor kid unconscious.
The Sith-guy wasn't dead, but close to it.
I turned around just in time to see the aircraft Anakin had been sitting in fly away, its cannons smoking. I walked up to the Sith and drove my lightsaber into him a few times, to, umm, ease his passing. Thank goodness Obi-Wan was out cold and didn't see my complete disregard for Jedi rules (a Jedi should not kill unless he has no other choice, blahblahblah…). I walked over to him, woke him, and preceded to apply bacta and bandage his wounds. He was grazed deeply in a few places and looked a little dazed from the debris that fell on his head, but he was ok. "What?" he asked, I shook my head and pointed to the Sith, "our little friend took care of him." I said. "Where did he go?" asked obi-wan. I shrugged. "Are you ok?" He nodded, looking at the Sith's body. "It looks like laser holes, but they're kinda small for laser cannon blasts, looks almost like—"
"A lightsaber? Don't be silly! That cannon obviously has smaller blasters!" I said. Obi-Wan nodded, "Oh, Ok."
Well, as you can imagine, there are many not-so-oblivious Jedi at the Temple who did in fact recognize the lightsaber wounds. Dropping off a Sith at the Temple with saber wounds oft leaves some wondering exactly what happened, especially when obi-wan vehemently concluded neither of us had touched him. After with the paperwork, analysis, psychiatric help(facing a Sith can be very tiring to one's sanity at times), we were finally done with the matter and the Sith, Darth What's-his-name was placed in some kind of fluid(similar to formaldehyde, the chemical that classroom frogs maraschino cherries are kept in) to keep him 'fresh'.
Later that year, I was in the room of a Thousand Fountains (why it has such a long name? I don't know, and there aren't even a thousand fountains, I checked.), someone ran smack into me. It was that little brat we picked up on Tatooine, I didn't know that kid was still here. Hmmm…… "Mister Qui-Gon sir? I have a message for you, Master Yoda asked me to give it to you." said the runt in his most annoyingly adorable way that made me feel kinda bad for calling him a runt. "Thank you." I replied, taking the message. He fidgeted slightly as I read it:
Dear Master Qui-Gon, decided the council has to let you take the kid as your apprentice, seeing as how you found him and all….oh, and you guys seem to be a good match. Oh, and obi-wan is taking his trials, if he comes back alive, he ain't your apprentice anymore.
Well, got to go, sure I am that you two will have fun.
Oh, come to the Council room sometime this month you must, have a mission for you two, the council does. But, not until finished psychotherapy have.
Was what the note said, hastily handwritten by the old Jedi Master himself. Anakin was still fidgeting, only now he had gotten worse and started standing on one leg at a time. This kid's a little too weird for me, oh well, "Quit that fidgeting, my apprentices need to be patient and not fidgeters, or I take 'em back." I said. His eyes went big as saucers (well, not quite, that's humanly impossible, but you get the idea.) "I'm your apprentice!" he asked with excitement. "Yes," I said.
Wow, this kid is something else. He did an odd kind of skip/jump thingy before he ran back down the path and out of the room. I shookmy head.
ok, he may be kinda weird, but he's a good apple (or, uh, muja fruit)
After a good night's sleep, exercise, breakfast and training, it was 7:00 A.M., and, I decided, time to go to the Council meeting. Anakin met me there, sporting a short haircut and the start of a padawan braid. We walked inside, there were only two members there, Mace Windu, who's startlingly colorful hat in the shape of a flamingo was perched solidly on his shaved head. And Yoda, with his green and yellow polka-dotted skin, was looking very healthy as well. "You're looking very healthy today Master Yoda." Anakin said. I smiled; shared thoughts were the first step in a healthy master-padawan relationship, as was the traditional Christmas cookie-baking ceremony, but one thing at a time. besides, its only July "Have you accepted Anakin as your padawan?" Mace asked, his dark serious look was quite a contrast to his bright pink hat, which Yoda was starring at, disgusted. "Yes." I replied, hiding a smile. "Why are you hiding a smile? Is my hat that humorous?" mace asked. I shook my head. Really, why wear such a thing if you're gonna get so upset when someone bursts out laughing at it? He's never really made much sense.
Oh, back to the meeting.
"Well, we've got a mission for you two, if you choose to accept it."