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These were perhaps the only crazy moments at the Jedi Temple. Possibly the only time the building's seemingly constant tranquil atmosphere was temporarily replaced with a commotion that bordered on chaos.
They were the few brief minutes near the end of breakfast when the first training hour began. People of all ranks seemed to be going every which way. Younglings sped through the halls, racing to get to their classes on time. Padawans whose masters followed the Temple teaching schedule scrambled equally fast as they each hustled to get to training sessions with his or her master. Some masters even hurried through the halls, albeit with a bit more grace and composure, attempting to locate Padawans, head out on missions, or simply get out of the crowded hallway. Other masters however were perhaps the few exceptions from the hectic rush. They walked through the hallways relatively coolly, veering occasionally to avoid collision with a darting child.
Two such Jedi Masters were Obi-wan Kenobi and Plo Koon. Earlier in the morning, the two men had bump into each other in the mess hall and decided to take the chance to catch up. Now, Obi-wan was walking with Plo Koon towards the Jedi Council chambers for a meeting.
"Well, we certainly picked the ideal time to exit the cafeteria," Obi-wan commented sarcastically as he raised his elbow out of the way of a racing youngling.
"Indeed," Plo responded. "It probably would have been wiser to wait a few minutes for the halls to clear."
Obi-wan stepped quickly to the side of the wide hallway and stood next to the wall, leaning his back against its smooth, tan surface. He beckoned to Plo to join him. "We'll just wait here for a few moments, until everyone clears," he stated as the Kel Dorian made his way to the wall.
The two Jedi stood in comfortable silence as each youngling, Padawan, and Knight slowly disappeared either into one of the few rooms that lined the hall or around the corner a few dozen feet away. It wasn't too long before there was no one left in sight, leaving the long echoing foyer relatively noiseless as the sound of footfalls and speech died away.
The pair stood still, absorbing the peace for a long moment until Obi-wan broke the silence, turning to his friend. "Shall we go?" he asked gesturing down the hallway with his hand.
Plo nodded and began walking in the direction Obi-wan had waved, with said Jedi falling into step beside him.
The mess hall was on the second floor while the Council Chambers stood at the top of the Temple, so the two had a bit of a walk ahead of them. They passed the time by continuing their conversation in the mess hall, though the subject changed multiple times as they walked to the lifts.
"So how are Anakin and Ahsoka adjusting to each other?" Plo asked eventually, as they stood waiting in front of the silver lift doors.
"Quite well in my opinion. I figured they would," Obi-wan answered almost immediately, crossing his arms comfortably. "They are very much alike, more so than I think either one will admit."
"Mmm, I have seen them interact together," Plo stated, in a rather amused tone. "They are certainly an interesting pair to watch. Ahsoka seems very comfortable around him."
"Indeed. I'd forgotten you two were close," Obi-wan admitted. He was about to continue when the sound of rapid footsteps came echoing down the hallway from around the corner. A pair of children, two younglings from the look of their ages, bounded around the corner and vanished quickly through another doorway.
Masters' Obi-wan and Plo exchanged a brief look before laughing lightly at the younglings, who were clearly late for class.
"Anyway, yes," Obi-wan finished, with a smile still on his face. "They seem to have become well attuned to each other."
"Then Skywalker is happy with having a Padawan?" Plo inquired casually. "I recall hearing at one time that he was unsure of being a mentor."
"However reluctant he is, Anakin is a natural teacher. I believe he just needed the right student to bring that out," Obi-wan said, bringing one of his hands up to stroke his beard as he spoke. "He's quite fond of Ahsoka, and they work well as a team now that they've gotten past the initial bickering."
Plo chuckled for a moment, then folded his hands behind his back as he spoke. "I must admit, I think quite a few of the Council members were concerned at Master Yoda's decision to assigned them as Master and Padawan. Neither one is the calmest of people to begin with so there were trepidations about them feeding each other's habits; none of us were sure what would happen when we put them together."
"Ah yes, I remember the discussion," Obi-wan said, thoughtfully. "There were questions as to whether Anakin would calm down in taking on a student, or simply pass on his lifestyle and behaviors to her." He laughed softly.
"I suppose the answer to those questions remain to be seen," Plo responded.
Obi-wan paused for a moment. "Yes…" he began slowly. "However, they seem to be headed in the right direction. I think the responsibility has done Anakin some good. I think he has matured some since having someone to look after…" Obi-wan trail off as a heavy, uneven pounding resounded through the hall, seeming extremely out of place in the still calmness that had settled over the Temple. He soon recognized the sound as running footsteps. Both Jedi turned to watch for the younglings or Padawans to speed around the corner. The sound of man shouting reached them before the source of the commotion did.
But the source did, indeed, reach them.
Ahsoka, her expression a mix of fear and playfulness, was the first to swing around the corner, with Anakin in hot pursuit, thundering a couple yards behind her.
"Come back here!" Anakin yelled angrily, lunging and swiping a hand at her back in an attempt to snag her. His voice echoed through the halls, destroying any serenity that had managed to survive the sounds of their chase.
"Not on your life," Ahsoka responded at the same volume. "And especially not on mine!" She turned and looked at him as she spoke, only to give a small shriek when she saw he was gaining.
Master and Padawan tore by Plo and Obi-wan without seeming to notice them. However, Obi-wan could've sworn Anakin shot a fleeting glance at him as he passed. The Jedi Master stared wide-eyed as the duo continued down the long corridor and disappeared from sight, though not from earshot.
As Obi-wan continued to gape in stunned silence, Master Plo cleared his throat significantly. "Shall I propose a gamble on that?" he commented, hardly able to keep the laughter out of his voice.
Obi-wan turned and gave Plo a look that is often accompanied with the sarcastic words 'very funny.' Then he spun his gaze back to the end of the hall. He twisted is body halfway towards Plo while is head and eyes remained unmoved. "Perhaps I will meet you up at the Council room, Master Plo," he suggested slowly. "I believe I will have a few words with my former Padawan."
Plo chuckled softly before talking. "Far be it from me to stand in the way of that," he said to himself as Obi-wan began walking away. "Good luck," he said a bit louder. He watched Obi-wan for a moment, who followed Anakin and Ahsoka path and brought his hands behind his back as he walked.
Then Plo turned to the lift doors, which had yet to open. What's going on with this thing? he mused. Then something caught his eye, and he brought his hand up to his face, shaking his head slowly. Moving very deliberately, he reached forward with his other hand and pressed the small silver button that called the lift. This is going to be a long day...
So what'd ya think? For those of ya who remember my first story, Secrets and Trust, you might (Possibly) remember that my first chapter's not the best, but the next chapter will be better and should be up soon. Please let me know what you think, reviews make my day, whether they've got compliments or (constructive) criticism. See ya soon!
