First Meeting
By Megan Thode
The Jedi Temple on the city planet of Coruscant was a place of peace, bustling with young students but at the same time no one was in a rush to get or be anywhere. Except for one.
Hurriedly pulling on his Jedi robe, his quick footfalls echoing off the empty halls, young Obi-Wan Kenobi rushed through the Temple, running as fast as his limber six-year old legs would allow. Pausing briefly to catch his breath, he gathered the hem of his immensely huge Jedi robe into his tiny fists and took off running again.
Jedi students were forbidden to run in the Temple, the elder masters of the Force always using the same expression: The Force will guide you.
Even if he used the Force, it wouldn't get him to the Council Chamber any faster. His small feet kept catching in the hem of his robe, hampering his movement. Once he even crashed to his knees. He groaned as he looked at his watch.
"Gods, when did the Temple get so big so soon?" he lamented.
Rounding a corner, running full speed, he ran straight into a human wall. He fell on the hard marble floor, landing on his back and skidding a few inches. He must have hit his head and blanked out for two seconds, for the next thing he knew two large hands were picking him up off the floor. A commanding yet gentle voice spoke to him.
"Goodness, Young One! Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and found himself staring into a worn but handsome face. Calculating blue eyes gazed back at him, a hint of a smile hidden in their depths. Obi-Wan recognized him as Qui-Gon Jinn, one of the most able swordsman in the Jedi Order. He was also considered as a rebel, constantly defying the Council by wasting his time on his own bizarre quests. Qui-Gon was eye-level with him, balancing on the tips of his toes.
Obi-Wan managed to gasp, "I-I'm on my way to...the Council...actually, I'm kinda late..."
"And what kind of business awaits you at the Council, Young One?" Qui-Gon asked softly. Obi-Wan averted his eyes to to the floor. He knew what the response would be.
"I got in a fight."
"With who?"
"Bruck Chun."
Qui-Gon frowned, but the smile in his eyes belied his apparent unhappiness. Obi-Wan had a bad habit of letting Bruck's words get under his skin, often resulting in fights like this one. Qui-Gon stood up and took Obi-Wan's hand.
"Come with me. I'll take you to the Council so you won't be late."
Obi-Wan nodded and started walking. Qui-Gon's voice wafted down to him.
"You must learn to control that temper of yours, Young One. You musn't let Bruck's words get to you. Do you understand?"
Obi-Wan nodded sullenly. "Yes, sir."
The pair was silent for a moment, when Qui-Gon spoke up.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Young One?"
Obi-Wan smiled. One of the weird things about the older man was that he always knew what people were thinking. He looked up.
"Master Qui-Gon, do you think I'll ever be a Padawan?"
Qui-Gon smiled down at him. "I'm sure you will, Young One. Just stick to your lessons and train hard, and one day, you will."
They approached the doors to the Council Chamber. Qui-Gon punched in the code, and the door slid open. As Obi-Wan was slowly walking through the door, Qui-Gon said, "And control that temper of yours!"
Obi-Wan grinned. "I will!!"
By Megan Thode
The Jedi Temple on the city planet of Coruscant was a place of peace, bustling with young students but at the same time no one was in a rush to get or be anywhere. Except for one.
Hurriedly pulling on his Jedi robe, his quick footfalls echoing off the empty halls, young Obi-Wan Kenobi rushed through the Temple, running as fast as his limber six-year old legs would allow. Pausing briefly to catch his breath, he gathered the hem of his immensely huge Jedi robe into his tiny fists and took off running again.
Jedi students were forbidden to run in the Temple, the elder masters of the Force always using the same expression: The Force will guide you.
Even if he used the Force, it wouldn't get him to the Council Chamber any faster. His small feet kept catching in the hem of his robe, hampering his movement. Once he even crashed to his knees. He groaned as he looked at his watch.
"Gods, when did the Temple get so big so soon?" he lamented.
Rounding a corner, running full speed, he ran straight into a human wall. He fell on the hard marble floor, landing on his back and skidding a few inches. He must have hit his head and blanked out for two seconds, for the next thing he knew two large hands were picking him up off the floor. A commanding yet gentle voice spoke to him.
"Goodness, Young One! Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and found himself staring into a worn but handsome face. Calculating blue eyes gazed back at him, a hint of a smile hidden in their depths. Obi-Wan recognized him as Qui-Gon Jinn, one of the most able swordsman in the Jedi Order. He was also considered as a rebel, constantly defying the Council by wasting his time on his own bizarre quests. Qui-Gon was eye-level with him, balancing on the tips of his toes.
Obi-Wan managed to gasp, "I-I'm on my way to...the Council...actually, I'm kinda late..."
"And what kind of business awaits you at the Council, Young One?" Qui-Gon asked softly. Obi-Wan averted his eyes to to the floor. He knew what the response would be.
"I got in a fight."
"With who?"
"Bruck Chun."
Qui-Gon frowned, but the smile in his eyes belied his apparent unhappiness. Obi-Wan had a bad habit of letting Bruck's words get under his skin, often resulting in fights like this one. Qui-Gon stood up and took Obi-Wan's hand.
"Come with me. I'll take you to the Council so you won't be late."
Obi-Wan nodded and started walking. Qui-Gon's voice wafted down to him.
"You must learn to control that temper of yours, Young One. You musn't let Bruck's words get to you. Do you understand?"
Obi-Wan nodded sullenly. "Yes, sir."
The pair was silent for a moment, when Qui-Gon spoke up.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Young One?"
Obi-Wan smiled. One of the weird things about the older man was that he always knew what people were thinking. He looked up.
"Master Qui-Gon, do you think I'll ever be a Padawan?"
Qui-Gon smiled down at him. "I'm sure you will, Young One. Just stick to your lessons and train hard, and one day, you will."
They approached the doors to the Council Chamber. Qui-Gon punched in the code, and the door slid open. As Obi-Wan was slowly walking through the door, Qui-Gon said, "And control that temper of yours!"
Obi-Wan grinned. "I will!!"