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Inside the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, a lone figure hobbles towards Obi Wan Kenobi's meditation chamber. Lost in his mantra, the Jedi never even senses the prescence of his visitor until the blow descends.
Whap. Opening one eye, he rubs the shoulder that now bears the bruise of a gimmer stick. "Master Yoda, what do you think you are doing?"
"Told you I did, Skywalker not a Jedi should be trained. Listen did you? No. "
"Master..I promised Qui-"
"No. No. No. Heard have you, change his name wishes he to do?"
Is there a reason you have to speak backwards? Obi wondered but just sighed. "Master, have you heard the nickname Padme gave him? Annie? Everytime they have me over for dinner I expect him to start singing some idiotic song from a holo play. You know he's always looked to tomorrow."
Yoda had to conceed that point. "Change of name, rite of passage can be. However, murder not is."
"Murder? " Had the little twerp found out about the Raiders?
"Binks, Jar Jar killed has he."
A slow grin spreads over Obi's face. "Master, have you ever spent five minutes talking to Jar Jar? I wanted to kill him in the first two. Anakin has shown admirable restraint in not killing that benighted overgrown frog before now."
"True this is. Perhaps the signs were unclear."
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