966 years after Ruusan Reformation, 3rd month, 2nd day, 11:30 Galactic Standard Time (or [966:3:2] 11:30am)
"Master?"
The questioning tone of Obi wan Kenobi, Padawan to Qui Gon Jinn echoed through the serene halls of the Council tower as the young man found his Jedi master, having both come from different directions.
"Ah, Padawan, how did your sparring go?" The brief flush on the younger's face told Qui-Gon more than his padawan could. Evidently there was an embarrassing story there, which he was very much looking forward to getting. Always good to remind the younger generation that, contrary to popular belief their elders did in fact, possess at least a little knowledge and a master of the same age group as Mace Windu could at least offer pointers on duelling.
No stop that, Bad Jedi Master he chided himself internally. After all, on attaining the rank of Master, one had to be above such petty gripes as 'I told you so' and the like. Well, in the name of educating a Padawan, a few subtle hints to the affect would be regarding more as a teaching exercise, surely, than a petty one-upmanship.
"Fine Master." His apprentice muttered. "Would you have any idea why the Council summoned us master, a mission perhaps?" the eagerness for a mission was written all over the young man's posture, leaving Qui-Gon a second to lament another potentially missed opportunity to get some of the Old Guard together for an impromptu duel tournament.
Buoyed by this thought, Obi wan Kenobi fell deferentially beside the Great Doors to the council room, obviously waiting for his master to take up the traditionally assigned position before they opened the doors to the antechamber where an attendant would alert the High Council of their arrival.
"Patience is the mark of a Jedi, Obi wan, there could be many reasons the council has summoned us, don't be so quick to jump to conclusions."
And with that, the elder took up his position, ahead and slightly to the right of the padawan, as tradition dictated, before both moved into the waiting antechamber.
[966:3:3] 9:30am)
"Well, that went well."
"Sarcasm is one of the lowest forms of wit, my apprentice."
The Jedi pair were finalising their preparations for a 'long-term' mission, which, it had not escaped either's notice, the length hadn't been specified. It was always better to assume the worst case scenario and be over-prepared than, as his apprentice put it, "Caught with your trousers down", so packing enough ration bars, local currency, long range transmitters ('If any Jedi lands in the middle of Daggobah, I have a running bet with Quinilan that it'll be us Master, so I want to be prepared' came Obi wan's retort to his questioning.) and energy cells.
When they were finally kitted out, enough to withstand a small siege, the two Jedi left their master-apprentice room down to the hanger, where their waiting transport would take them to Mandalore of all places.
Apparently there was pacifist Mandalorian. Well, he'd heard of stranger things, namely a failed initiated that, a few years later, was actively rumoured to be a potential council member upon attaining appropriate seniority.
"Master," his wryly grinning apprentice began, once they'd reached the hanger and gone through the pre-requisite checks of both transport and gear.
"Obi-wan?" it was odd how his apprentice chose then to, presumably voice a question after they had completed their checks.
"You do realise that this mission is the stuff of initiate nightmares. I think that we were assigned this deliberately so that the Council could find a way of stopping any other potential unorthodox Jedi and getting us out of their hair at the same time. Two mynocks, one blaster bolt."
'Damn brat' the Master sent over their training bond fondly. The two Jedi boarded the transport with little fanfare, having said their goodbyes and commiserated over the unspecified, but apparently long mission they were to go on.
With that, both men took a final look at their Coruscant home in what they could feel would be some time and began plotting the course for an appropriate hyperspace jump when their ship reached the departure point outside the planet's atmosphere.