Hola! Well, here we go, my first attempt at a novel fic, so bear with me. It's Obidala for the people who didn't pay attention to the summary, so if you don't like Obidala, then leave now.

Ok... It's DISCLAIMER TIME!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Wars or anything of the chara's related to star wars in this fic. All I own is the idea. sniffle So poor...

On with the Story!

The Jedi council room. A glorious place for some. Many Jedi receive their first assignments in this room, while some receive praise from a well completed mission. To others, the council room can be a place of complete sadness.

Obi-wan Kenobi joined the others that day.

Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-wan's master, and Obi-wan stood in the center of the circular room, awaiting the verdict of the council of the boy that stood between the master and the apprentice. The little boy was Anakin Skywalker, a former slave from Tatooine that Qui-Gon rescued and brought to Coruscant, claiming that he was the Chosen One. At the time, the Council had rejected Anakin, saying he was much too old to begin Jedi training. After all, he was ten.

And now, after all that the master and the apprentice had been through, even the battle against a Sith Lord, Qui-Gon was still hell-bent on training Anakin to become a Jedi! Obi-wan was sure that Qui-Gon would have abandoned the idea after the boy had been rejected the first time.

But no, the three stood there again in front of the Jedi Council, whom were still discussing on the matter of Anakin and his training to become a Jedi.

"Much too old, The boy is," Master Yoda mumbled after Master Mundi praised the boy's connection to the Force.

"But what if the boy is the Chosen One?" One of the council masters insisted. "He could be the very one to bri-"

"What if the Chosen One, You are?" Yoda interrupted the master. "What if the Chosen One, Obi-wan is? No real way to tell who it is, is there, hmm?"

Master Mundi's mind was still set on the boy's midichlorian count. "But Master Yoda, His connection to the Force is-"

"Know, I do!" Yoda interrupted again. "Unbelievably strong, it is! But mean he is the chosen one it does not."

The room went silent after Master Yoda's sudden outburst, and all eyes went to him.

Master Yoda sighed. "If to train the boy is what you want, then… Yours to train, the boy is." Yoda motioned to Qui-Gon Jinn.

Obi-wan's jaw nearly dropped in shock. Qui-Gon was his master, and besides that, Master Jinn was not nearly finished with training Obi-wan. But now Qui-Gon was taking a new apprentice, a little slave boy from Tatooine, the supposed "Chosen One."

Qui-Gon was abandoning Obi-wan.

But no, that couldn't happen Obi-wan thought to himself. Qui-Gon is like a father to me, He wouldn't just cast me aside like some overused child's toy. He isn't that kind of person.

The conversation carried on, leaving Obi-wan behind, lost in his speculations.

"What is to become of my current Padawan, Young Obi-wan?" Master Jinn inquired.

"Hmm." Yoda stroked his chin as he pondered about what to do. The room was very silent.

"The trials, He shall take. A Knight, He shall become."

Queen Amidala sat quietly in the Theed Throne Room, a mournful look on her face. It had been a month now since the Trade Federation had occupied her planet, but a melancholy feeling was still hovering over the planet, even after the large planet-wide celebration when the Federation had finally been overthrown. My city, my planet, is still in ruins Amidala thought sadly to herself as she rose out of her throne and paced over to the Throne Room's large window. The people are still in mourning for their lost family members, and I have tried to help, but nothing seems to work. Amidala sighed as she paced over to her desk. She sat down slowly behind her desk, pulling out a sheet of paper and a pen. She began to write:

Citizens of Naboo:

The past months for our peaceful planet have been hard. The attack and blockade from the Trade Federation was most unexpected, leaving us undefended and unprepared. Thus causing that past months for us to be torturous, causing all of us much pain, in both physical and mental ways.

And now that the event has ended, and Naboo has come out victorious above the Federation, something feels out of place. I am not implying that we should have remained under the Federation, but instead that I feel something wrong will happen again unless quick action is made.

This is the reasoning for this letter of resignation. I believe that the Nubians deserve a leader who can set things right again, and maybe even organize an armed forces service so that a deed so treacherous as what the Federation did to us shall not fall unto our planet again. I also believe that I am not strong enough at the moment to do these things.

I am sorry, but it is my duty to do what is right for the citizens of Naboo. And this, my friends, is the last decision I shall make as Queen.

Sincerely,

Queen Amidala

Amidala folded the letter slowly, a tear escaping the corner of her eye as she stamped the letter with the official seal of Naboo. She placed the letter on her desk and slowly walked out of her room, heading to gather up her things.