AN: This was a challenge sent to me by t-rex989. I must thank you for the plot bunny and I must apologize for how late I was posting it. Oh, and Miss Pippin (my little sister) and I have decided to write this particular story together! ^_^ I hope you enjoy it!


Luke Skywalker, Grand Master of the New Jedi Order, (and the only Jedi in said Order, as of yet) was sitting calmly in his quarters when it happened.

Now, let's get one thing straight, Luke is pretty good with weird. His mentor kept talking to him after he'd died, his other mentor couldn't speak with proper grammer, his father turned out to be a half-robot Sith Lord, and he'd accidentally kissed his twin sister...twice. Oh yes, Luke was practically the king of weird.

That of course didn't mean that the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar blue man didn't startle him. Quite the contrary. However, drawing from his vast experience, Luke recovered fairly quickly. He gave his transparent guest a deep bow, and quietly inquired;

"Can I help you, Master?"

He hoped that was proper protecal for dead visiting Jedi Masters. The only one he'd encountered had been his friend for quite some time, and Ben normally set the topic of conversation. Luckily his guest seemed like a very laid back person-er spirit, and even looked slightly amused by his proper greeting.

"Well met, young Luke. How is everything going?"

Had this ghost just popped by for a visit? Did he know him from some place? That would be terribly awkward, forgetting your dead friend. Not to mention pretty heartless. Luke stared hard at the blue face, trying to spot anything familiar. The spector was tall, much taller than Luke himself, and sported a trim beard and long flowing hair tied back in a half up, half down style. Although the man had quite a kind, peaceful looking face, there was nothing that triggered Luke's memory. Like most people caught in such a situation, he decided to play along.

"Er...well, everything is fine. Why? Is there something you came to warn me about?" Force-ghosts normally didn't show up without some reason, but this particular fellow shook his head.

"Oh no, nothing to worry about yet. I just dropped by for a visit. Oh, and I have a little gift for you!"

The ghost floated over to Luke's cluttered desk and dumped three holo movies on it. Once they left the Jedi Master's hands they lost their blue tinge and transparency. Luke stood in awe.

"Whoa, how'd you do that?"

The man graced him with a gentle smile.

"It was the will of the Force, which I am one with."

"What are they?" Luke inquired going over to examine his "gift". A color picture of his dead visitor was splashed across the front. Had he been wrong?

"Were you an actor in life?*"

"Stars above, no!" the man laughed hardily, but then looked slightly thoughtful. "Come to think of it, Obi Wan was always the better actor of the two of us, actually."

"You know Ben?" Luke jumped at the chance of any identifying information. Luckily the man seemed forth coming.

"Know him? Why he was my scrawny little apprentice for years! He probably mentioned me, I'm Master Qui Gon Jinn." The ghost stuck out a azure hand, which Luke stared at awkwardly.

"...You do know that I won't be able to shake your hand, right?" This was tested knowledge for Luke. On Dagobah, he'd attempted to poke Ben a couple of times to no avail, his hand shot straight through. Obi Wan of course proceeded to baffle him by somehow being able to sit down on a log.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, that gift isn't really just for you. I want you to share it with your charming little sister, her boyfriend, Chewbaca, Lando, oh and why not add C-3P0 and R2 to the mix? They always make things better!"

Luke wondered vaguely if the man had ever actually met Threepio.

"Anyway, these should be the holos you suggest for next week's movie night!"

"You know about that?" Luke flushed guiltily. The movie nights were a bit of an indulgence. After all, even Jedi, Princesses, and smugglers have to take breaks sometime!

"Oh yes, I actually provided these so you wouldn't be forced to watch another romance."

"Yeah, Leia can get pretty forceful..."

"Forceful...was that a pun? Nevermind, you enjoy those holo-movies, Luke, as much as you are capable."

And just like that, Qui Gon Jinn was gone and Luke was left pondering the rather ominous words "as much as you are capable."

Later that Week

"Alright, what holo should we watch tonight?"

Han was settled comfortably on the grungy couch in between Chewie and Leia. Lando's head was stuck in the cupboard where they kept the holos.

"How about the one about the space ship that crashed?" Leia piped up hopefully, "You know the one where the guy and girl fall in love, and he saves her..."

"NO!" Every Y chromosome in the room cut her off. Leia scowled.

"It was just a suggestion."

Han snorted, "Sweetheart, you practically have the holo memorized. Watch it on your own time."

"If only I actually had my own time. You just don't appreciate well done romance."

Lando rolled his eyes, "yeah, no surprise there!"

"I think we should watch one of these." Luke, quiet since coming into the room, sat cross legged on the floor with three unfamiliar holos in his hands. Han, interest piqued, peered over Luke's shoulder.

"Whatcha got there, Kid?"

"A dead Jedi Master dropped them off yesterday...he told me to enjoy them as much as I was capable."

"A dead Jedi visited you? Why didn't you tell me? That's what Force-sensitive twins are for, Flyboy!"

Luke barely contained a smirk, "Sorry, Leia."

"Episode One: The Phantom Menace" Han read aloud, taking the holo from Luke to get a closer look, "sounds promising."

"All in favor?"

Everyone seemed at least mildly interested, and hearing no objections, Luke popped the holo into the projector.