Hi everyone! This is my first work in the Star War fandom. Hope you find it okay! The storyline takes place before Qui-Gon had gotten himself an apprentice. I plan to have a lot of fluff future plot. I will try to add in some humor as well, but I was often told that I have a really bad sense of humor so forgive me if it gets boring.
Anyways, please let me know what you think about this chapter, so I can decide what to do with this fanfic. That's all from me! Hope you enjoy the story!
Qui-Gon stepped off his speeder onto the landing platform of Corusant, the wind tossed his hair around him blocking his view. The artificial twilight lit up the horizon. Air vehicles zoomed in every direction around the platform. After a moment, Qui-Gon walked toward a transport that was already waiting for him at the edge of the platform. His dragged is feet as he walked and his knees are very shaky. He pulled open the door of the air vehicle and climbed in.
He signed in relief as soon as his plopped down in the back seat, he leaned his head on the back of his seat. Qui-Gon sensed Mace Windu sitting in the driver's seat without looking.
"Mission went well then?" Mace asked after a while, smiling.
"If you don't count being pushed into an irrigation ditch full of organic fertilizer by the pathetic life forms I was trying to save, then I guess yes, the mission very well indeed." Qui-Gon replied, fully knowing that a good Jedi should not be sarcastic under any circumstances. Yet, he was in such a grumpy mood he didn't care.
"Oh my. I see no reason for your pathetic life forms to push you? Or did you sing to them?" Mace asked in an innocent tone, Qui-Gon did not need to reach into the Force to know he was trying not to grin.
"Funny, Master Windu. To answer your first question, the little creatures simply panicked. Those little Pechunwa's aren't all the bright, you know. To answer your second question, I did not sing to them. However, I clearly recall the lullaby I sang to those younglings was not bad at all. They were just a little shy to show that they enjoyed it." Gui-Gon said, irritated.
Mace Windu nodded. Then he muttered something like "poor little youngling that cried after…"
"That youngling cried because his friend hit him with his practice saber, not because of my singing." Qui-Gon retorted indignantly at once.
"Sorry, old friend. Maybe he cried because of both." Mace said thoughtfully.
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. "You are doing this to annoy me. But as I am a forgiving person, I am not going to burn down this vehicle with you in it. Anyways, do I need to report about this mission to the council or can I just file a report for the Temple Archives?" Qui-Gon's heart gave an unwilling twist as he thought about standing for at least 20 minutes in-front of the council.
"A report would do fine, old friend. Now, we are nearly there. Master Yoda asked me to remind you that you are due to be having an apprentice soon. You will join the other Master in observing the group of younglings tomorrow." Mace Windu smiled as he sensed Qui-Gon stifled a groan at the back.
Qui-Gon felt his bubble vision of a quiet afternoon the next day, lying on the sofa sipping coffee in his quarters burst and showered him in cold water.
"To speak the truth Qui Gon, Padawans aren't that bad. Although they might break some furniture and several doors trying to practice maneuvers with a light saber, or they might put baking soda in their master's coffee, but they can make your life more colorful." Mace chuckled as the Force around Qui-Gon rippled in annoyance.
"Speaking out of past experience, are we? Considering it was I who helped you to steal the baking soda from the kitchen in the first place and my master gave me 3 weeks of chores in the Temple when he found out?" Qui-Gon asked bitterly when he remembered the way he had to do everything from scrubbing floors to washing dishes in that 3 weeks.
"Well, I got 10 weeks so I'd appreciate it if you can stop complaining." Mace shot back. Qui-Gon fought back a smile of his own.
The busy traffic on Corusant whizzed passed them as they approached the Jedi Temple. Mace was obviously still in the memory of the modified coffee incident as he muttered "it was his fault he drank it…" Seconds later, they slowed to a stopped before the Temple's steps.
As they climbed up the steps leading to the Temple front doors, Qui-Gon felt his legs shaking under his weight and a pair of marshmallows. Mace Windu was fast to notice, he slowed down his pace.
"I sense something else happened on the mission beside you falling in to the irrigation ditch full of umm…"
"Organic fertilizer..." Qui-Gon finished for Mace. Mace raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Qui-Gon decided he got no choice but to answer. "Yes, the Pechunwas ran ahead of me after they pushed me in the ditch, then got lost. I had to catch up with them running at top speed through a particularly thick patch of forest to get to the right path. It was at least half an hour later before I got them safe and covered. I was panting so hard I had trouble when negotiating with the other tribe who's trying to kill them." Qui-Gon started to speak fast, still embarrassed by the way the situation was handled.
"Everyone has their share of bad luck now and then, Qui-Gon. Now, since you will be having an apprentice soon, we moved your quarters to the 47th floor, 6th doors to the left after you get out of the lift." Then Mace cleared his throat, imitating who Qui-Gon recognized to be Yoda. "4 weeks to decide your Padawan, you have. Report to the council on your decision, you will." Mace winked as he finished.
Qui-Gon signed. "What if I can't decide? Say I have no particular youngling in mind." He asked defiantly.
"Oh, then you report that to the council and we will assign one to you. Now, get some rest and a change of robes, you need it." Mace said as he departed.
"Thank you, Master Windu." Qui-Gon replied, couldn't stop himself from inserting a little sarcasm in his tone.
An hour later, when Qui-Gon was lying on his bed in his new quarters, showered and changed. He laid their and reached out with the Force. He probed every each room and each corner of his new quarters again. His old quarter had only one bedroom, one bathroom, a small sitting area and a small kitchen of which he never uses. How should I enjoy my last few weeks of freedom before some annoying little Padawan comes along? He thought to himself as he laid there.
He had decided that he is a looking forward to having an apprentice of his own and are not as annoyed as he seemed. It would mean he is fulfilling his post as a Jedi master at last. But what in the galaxies will he teach his Padawan?
It is not very late, and his legs felt better after some rest and a hot shower. So, Qui-Gon made his way to the meditation pad on the main floor, and open his mind to the will of the Force.
He started his meditation by stretching out with his senses, spreading the Force over the meditation room, slowly expanding to every corner of the Temple, sensing the activities taking place. When he reached a certain limit, he pulled the Force back to the meditation room, swirling around the meditation pad. After repeating this a few times, he sank deeper into the Force, listening and waiting. He didn't reach out for the Force, instead, he waited for it swirl around and come to him.
He lowers the shield he built over the day in his mind and really opened his mind to the Force. Careful the Force whispered to Qui-Gon, always a great start. Since you and your apprentice will decide the fate of the galaxy. Qui-Gon melting his surprise into the Force churning around. Great weight will be placed on your apprentice's shoulder, you will decide whether he will succeed. This is not the first time Qui-Gon heard the Force's warnings. He knows what to do. Show me. The Force obliged.
Qui-Gon saw images before him. He focused harder, the completed image formed around him. He was in a small storage room, before him stood another…him. The Qui-Gon in the vision was older and his hair was longer, next to him, stood another shape. The shape was so blurry, the real Qui-Gon could not see any of the shapes's features. He couldn't even tell whether the shape was male or female.
"I know you will not like this, but I will request the council to train this boy." The Qui-Gon in the vision was saying. The blurry shape seemed to want to say something, but then the scene shifted.
Qui-Gon was lying on the floor. A blurry shape was hold the vision Qui-Gon's head in his arms. "Train…the boy…" Qui-Gon was whispering. Other scenes swirled before this one. Qui-Gon saw the blurry shape in every one of the scenes. The vision Qui-Gon was either scolding the shape about something, or arguing, or giving orders and instructions. There was little laughter and a lot more unnecessary curtsy. Then the scenes took on a different form, they became darker, Qui-Gon saw the temple burning, fallen bodies of…younglings, a planet exploded into a million pieces. Then, the scenes stopped surfacing. A future that will come to pass and you are the beginning of the chain. Qui-Gon was lost in his shock and confusion. Then he asked another question, what must I do?
You will know, it's in your nature. The Force answered.
Then why did you show me? Qui-Gon felt the Force churn faster.
Because it is necessary, for this to be deep down in your unconscious mind. Otherwise, the outcome is already decided. The Force whispered.
Who is this apprentice of mine? Qui-Gon inquired.
Too anxious. Worry not, listening to yourself and this future will not come to pass. The Force spoke.
Train the boy well. The Force whispered again, before slowing, leaving Qui-Gon in wonder.
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