Title: Promis me you'll train the boy
Author: ewan's girl
Summary: One year since the death of Qui Gon Jinn, Obi Wan Kenobi is facing the possibility of losing the only thing he has left of his late mentor. . . his promise.
Disclaimer: As always, I make no money off my fics, everything Star Wars belongs to George Lucas (All hail Lucas!).
Author's note: Once again I'm sorry that I haven't updated 'Children of the Sith' yet, I will I promise, it's just ideas won't leave me alone for other stories. I hope you enjoy this story, I got the idea for the beginning while at work one morning (I work at Medieval Times restaurant) and I was walking through the empty castle. . . Please review, I need reviews to live!
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24 year old Siri Tachi opened the door to her quarters. She had slept in late, but didn't really care. She was a young knight and no longer had to answer to a master, and had no apprentice yet of her own and no missions at the moment, so the Jedi female enjoyed a moment of relaxation.
While most knights would still rise early to work on their katas or meditations, Siri among other things had changed her regiment (which raised a few eyebrows in the usually conservative order). She had just returned from spending the better part of a year undercover to trap the slave pirate Krayn and she had returned as a very different woman.
She cropped her golden hair short in the back, and styled it in several wild spikes, she also took to wearing very form fitting unisuits as oppose to the usual Jedi attire. It wasn't forbidden to wear such revealing clothing, it was frowned upon however.
The young knight had once been a very strict follower of the Jedi code, and was a very astute student. She had graduated from padawan to knight earlier than most, a few days before her 23rd birthday. Rumors had circulated that she would one day be a future council member, but the rumors had changed since her return.
Siri yawned and pulled a black tunic over her leather unisuit, but didn't bother tying the belt. She still felt obligated to wear a tunic over her tight suits when she walked through the halls when the children had class. She rubbed her tired eyes and walked down the hall towards the dinning area.
She suddenly noticed the unusually empty halls and she began to grow curious. She searched the force and found nothing wrong that she could tell. She entered the dinning hall and once again noticed how empty it was. She shrugged it off because it was after morning meal time, so she went to the kitchen to grab something to tide her over till mid meal.
The door slide open and she stepped into the huge kitchen, she then really began to grow concerned because no one was cooking anything, and that was defiantly weird considering the cooks had to prepare meals for hundreds of Jedi.
She found a bowl of Maja fruit and quickly grabbed one. She then found the head chef going through inventory. She tapped him on the shoulder. The Dresselian looked at her with his wrinkled face and smiled politely.
"Where is everyone?" She asked, while taking a bite of fruit.
"Where have you been?" The master chef asked with an amused look on his face. "The initiates are taking their annual trip to learn about the Republic." He continued to count canned foods as he talked.
Siri couldn't believe it was that time of year again. One day a year the initiates' class masters take them to places in the Republic to learn how it works. Each age group goes to a different location from the Senate to the Galactic Museum. The Temple was left almost empty with the absence of the children, and the older padawans and young knights enjoyed the peace and quiet.
But Siri noticed that the Temple seemed even more empty than usual, she hadn't run into a single member of the council or very many masters at all. She leaned on the counter and took another bite out of the sweet fruit.
"Well that explains the rug rats, but where are all the old people?" She asked and the chef laughed.
"I shouldn't be laughing, because the reason the council is gone isn't a laughing matter." He said when he composed himself.
Siri stood at attention. "Why? What happened?" She asked, concerned.
The chef shook his head. "A master was murdered, master Syfo dias." He said solemnly.
"Really?" Siri said with a shocked look. "But he was on the council."
The chef looked at her and sadly nodded. She looked down at her fruit and suddenly didn't have much of an appetite left. "So you kids are on your own for mid meal." He finally broke the silence. "Hope that's ok. . . and if it's not then too bad."
Siri smiled. "Oh sure, Dex's diner is just a few blocks away."
The Jedi chef put his hands on his hips. "You guys can't eat that stuff, you'd be working out for a week. . ."
Siri put up her hands in defense. "I'm kidding." She smiled and walked out of the kitchen.
She strolled slowly down the halls and took in the peaceful structure. She had to admit that there was no place in the galaxy that made her feel more at home than the Jedi Temple. She began to look at different artifacts that she hadn't taken the time to look at since she was an initiate herself and forced to look at. She found herself in the grand archives, looking for nothing in particular.
Glass cases contained very valuable history. One had a scroll that was the oldest account of someone describing the force. When the Jedi were an ancient band of monks who worshiped the force before they became a group of servants to the Republic. Another containing a large Jedi holocron that contained words of wisdom that otherwise may have been forgotten. She also noticed several bronze busts of several Jedi masters and then stopped at one that caught her eye.
"Qui Gon Jinn." She read the name plate softly out loud. She then looked at the bronze features and remembered her first time meeting this strong Jedi. A part of her had always hoped she could've been Qui Gon's apprentice, because she felt she understood his bond with the living force. . .the opposite of the student he ended up taking on.
Her thoughts then turned to Qui Gon's apprentice and how she hadn't seen her friend Obi Wan Kenobi since before he left for Naboo over a year ago. It was common for Jedi to not see each other very often, but she felt bad that she wasn't around right after Qui Gon's demise. Both had been knighted at separate times during that year, and under very different circumstances.
She had of course heard the stories, what Jedi hadn't? The return of the Sith after a millennium, and had been defeated by an apprentice. Now Obi Wan Kenobi was something of a legend to the children of the temple, and something of an enigma to the older Jedi. And Siri knowing Obi Wan knew he was probably the same old Kenobi she'd known for years, not having the slightest clue what others thought of him.
She continued her stroll around the Temple and found herself standing in front of the sparring arena where up and coming apprentices show off their abilities to potential masters. She heard the familiar sound of light sabers, curiosity peaked her interest and she found her way inside.
She looked down into the arena and smiled when she saw who it was. She saw the man that had just been occupying her thoughts wearing nothing but a pair of workout pants, fighting another human about his age wearing the same thing. She then noticed a young Calamarian woman watching the duel with only a half interest. Siri sat down next to her.
"Hello Bant." Siri said with a smile.
Bant looked up from the battle below her, her silver eyes growing wide with surprise. "Why Siri Tachi. When did you get back?" She asked.
"A few nights ago, but you know I had a lot of post mission reports to do." Siri said and turned her attention to the arena. "How long they been at it?" She asked.
"You know Garen and Obi Wan, they can never pass up a chance to use the arena." Bant answered with a chuckle. "Boys."
"Tell me about it." Siri said with her own chuckle and then stood up and removed her tunic. Bant looked at her with a look of shock at her new attire. Siri grabbed her light saber off her belt and headed down the stairs towards the arena.
"So when you boys are done playing would either of you be up for a real challenge?" Siri called out to the fighters.
Garen and Obi Wan looked up and noticed her heading towards them, her suit showing off her very curvaceous body. Both raised an eyebrow at her appearance.
"Wow." Garen said under his breath, Obi Wan gave him a hard look. "Hey I'm a Jedi, but I'm not blind." Garen defended.
"Siri?" Obi Wan inquired as he walked towards her. "Did you forget the rest of your clothes on your last mission?" He asked, playfully.
Siri jumped down into the arena and stared at Obi Wan. "Well I'm glad to see that with the loss of your padawan braid you didn't lose your sense of humor." She said with a smile. She looked him up and down and noticed how much he seemed to have grown in the span of a year. His ginger hair was growing out of it's old spikes and pieces hung in his eyes. He also seemed to be working on growing a beard. She ran a hand on his cheek. "You know when you grow up that should fill out real nice." She teased.
He scoffed. "So I hear your looking for a challenge."
"Alright, show me what you got Sith killer." She taunted.
Obi Wan bowed. "What ever you desire." He said with one of his famous smiles.
They moved to opposite sides of the arena and began to circle each other. Obi Wan twirled his saber as he tried to anticipate her moves. 'His signature move, always twirling that saber.' Siri remembered. The two old rivals then met in the center and their sabers hissed when they met.
Garen moved to the side of the arena and Bant came down to talk to him. "I heard she was back." Bant said.
"Yeah, I'll say she's back." Garen said, not hiding his interest.
"Garen, you're a Jedi remember." Bant reprimanded.
"I know, but you also forget I'm a 22 year old male." He said with a charming smile of his own.
Bant shook her head. "No I don't forget that, because you remind me of that everyday." They continued to watch their friends battle. Bant sighed. "I heard rumors about her mission and heard that she had nearly gone insane."
"Well then the two of them have something in common." Garen said, giving a sad look to Bant.
Obi Wan and Siri were very evenly matched, then had now been sparing for 20 minutes. Sweat dripped down both their brows. Siri lunged at Obi Wan again, and he blocked. He then twisted and swiped at her legs and she jumped over. She came down and slashed at his head, he rolled on the ground and came up and blocked another blow.
"Wow Kenobi, you're getting rusty." Siri taunted. "When was the last time you got out of the temple?"
Siri advanced, hard. She drove Obi Wan to a corner. She held a mischievous smile. He then called a training light saber to his free hand and fought back with two light sabers. Siri tried to hide her surprise. He fought with the two blades with skill beyond his years and Siri suddenly realized that the rumors about him were true. Obi Wan was one of the best swordsman in the entire temple.
She refused to be outdone however.
Siri glanced at the training sabers along the wall, and one caught her eye. She quickly threw her saber at Obi Wan, throwing him off balance and she did a series of back flips towards the opposite side of the arena. She grabbed a long silver cylinder off the wall and ignited a double sided green light saber. Obi Wan who had been chasing her stopped dead in his tracks.
Both were breathing hard and were exhausted. Obi Wan suddenly dropped the second light saber and deactivated his and quickly left the arena, not saying a word.
Siri held the double bladed saber and was stunned. She thought it was a trick, then realized it wasn't and she deactivated the weapon. She looked over at her friends and shrugged.
"What's his problem?" She asked as she wiped her face off with a towel.
Garen and Bant exchanged looks. "You don't know?" Garen asked.
"Let's make this easier and instead of a smart remark I'll just say no." Siri hoped up on the wall of the arena.
"That's the weapon the Sith used, the council found the Sith weapon and decided that Jedi should learn to use Light sabers of this kind in case we come across them again." Bant informed.
Siri looked down at the long handled saber in her hand. "I had no idea." She admitted.
"But he's actually trained people with these before, I don't know why he reacted like that today." Garen said and moved closer to Siri.
The three friends thought about the situation for a moment then Siri broke the silence. "Has he been on a mission since Naboo?" She asked, Garen and Bant shook their heads.
"No, he refuses to leave Anakin." Bant said with annoyance in her soft spoken voice.
"Anakin?"
"Yeah. Anakin Skywalker." Garen filled. "The chosen one." Siri gave him a curious look. "Qui Gon found him on Tatooine, and made Obi Wan promise he'd train him."
"Wait, are we talking about that kid that came back with them?" Siri asked, and they nodded. "And Obi Wan is going to be his master?" They nodded again. "But, he's too young to be a master." She stated.
"We know." Bant agreed. "Everyone knows, but it was Qui Gon's dying wish that Obi Wan train him."
"His dying wish?" Siri was appalled. "That's really unfair. Qui Gon knew Obi Wan would do anything for him."
"Exactly." Garen stated.
"And the council is going along with this?"
"Obi Wan would've gone against the council if he had to in order to keep his promise." Bant said with sorrow in her eyes. "All he cares about now is his last assignment from Qui Gon."
"You know, what he went through is really traumatic, even for the most disciplined Jedi." Siri said, running her hands through her hair. "Did the council order him to go to a mind healer?"
"Even if they had, this is Obi Wan we're talking about." Garen said with a chuckle. "He hates going to the medical healers, you think he'd actually go to a mind healer?"
Siri shook her head. "I can't believe the council is letting him do this to himself." She said with a sad look. "He needs time to be by himself, go on solo missions, find out who he is."
"Like you?" Bant asked, a little offended by Siri's tone.
Siri met her gaze. "possibly." She looked at both of them and sighed. "This isn't about me, this is about Obi Wan." The two friends nodded. "Why would he react so weird today?"
The three thought for a moment. Then Bant spoke up. "You guys today is the anniversary of his knighting." Garen and Siri exchanged glances. When a Jedi is knighted they tend to celebrate the anniversary of that date in loo of birthdays. "How could we forget?" Bant hung her head.
"Well it's not like it was a big celebration when it happened." Garen said. "We didn't even know he had been knighted until he came home from Naboo without a padawan braid."
"I heard he cut it himself." Bant said, with a sad voice. "Could you imagine cutting your own braid?"
The three nodded in agreement then were lost in thought for a moment. "You guys?" Siri asked after a moment. Bant and Garen looked at her. "If it's his knighting anniversary then that means it's also the anniversary of Qui Gon's. . ." She left the last word hanging in the air.
"No wonder." Bant said, then got up. "I'll go talk to him."
Siri put a hand on Bant's arm. "No, I'll go." She said. "I'm the one who made him leave." She then left to go find her friend.
TBC
Author: ewan's girl
Summary: One year since the death of Qui Gon Jinn, Obi Wan Kenobi is facing the possibility of losing the only thing he has left of his late mentor. . . his promise.
Disclaimer: As always, I make no money off my fics, everything Star Wars belongs to George Lucas (All hail Lucas!).
Author's note: Once again I'm sorry that I haven't updated 'Children of the Sith' yet, I will I promise, it's just ideas won't leave me alone for other stories. I hope you enjoy this story, I got the idea for the beginning while at work one morning (I work at Medieval Times restaurant) and I was walking through the empty castle. . . Please review, I need reviews to live!
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24 year old Siri Tachi opened the door to her quarters. She had slept in late, but didn't really care. She was a young knight and no longer had to answer to a master, and had no apprentice yet of her own and no missions at the moment, so the Jedi female enjoyed a moment of relaxation.
While most knights would still rise early to work on their katas or meditations, Siri among other things had changed her regiment (which raised a few eyebrows in the usually conservative order). She had just returned from spending the better part of a year undercover to trap the slave pirate Krayn and she had returned as a very different woman.
She cropped her golden hair short in the back, and styled it in several wild spikes, she also took to wearing very form fitting unisuits as oppose to the usual Jedi attire. It wasn't forbidden to wear such revealing clothing, it was frowned upon however.
The young knight had once been a very strict follower of the Jedi code, and was a very astute student. She had graduated from padawan to knight earlier than most, a few days before her 23rd birthday. Rumors had circulated that she would one day be a future council member, but the rumors had changed since her return.
Siri yawned and pulled a black tunic over her leather unisuit, but didn't bother tying the belt. She still felt obligated to wear a tunic over her tight suits when she walked through the halls when the children had class. She rubbed her tired eyes and walked down the hall towards the dinning area.
She suddenly noticed the unusually empty halls and she began to grow curious. She searched the force and found nothing wrong that she could tell. She entered the dinning hall and once again noticed how empty it was. She shrugged it off because it was after morning meal time, so she went to the kitchen to grab something to tide her over till mid meal.
The door slide open and she stepped into the huge kitchen, she then really began to grow concerned because no one was cooking anything, and that was defiantly weird considering the cooks had to prepare meals for hundreds of Jedi.
She found a bowl of Maja fruit and quickly grabbed one. She then found the head chef going through inventory. She tapped him on the shoulder. The Dresselian looked at her with his wrinkled face and smiled politely.
"Where is everyone?" She asked, while taking a bite of fruit.
"Where have you been?" The master chef asked with an amused look on his face. "The initiates are taking their annual trip to learn about the Republic." He continued to count canned foods as he talked.
Siri couldn't believe it was that time of year again. One day a year the initiates' class masters take them to places in the Republic to learn how it works. Each age group goes to a different location from the Senate to the Galactic Museum. The Temple was left almost empty with the absence of the children, and the older padawans and young knights enjoyed the peace and quiet.
But Siri noticed that the Temple seemed even more empty than usual, she hadn't run into a single member of the council or very many masters at all. She leaned on the counter and took another bite out of the sweet fruit.
"Well that explains the rug rats, but where are all the old people?" She asked and the chef laughed.
"I shouldn't be laughing, because the reason the council is gone isn't a laughing matter." He said when he composed himself.
Siri stood at attention. "Why? What happened?" She asked, concerned.
The chef shook his head. "A master was murdered, master Syfo dias." He said solemnly.
"Really?" Siri said with a shocked look. "But he was on the council."
The chef looked at her and sadly nodded. She looked down at her fruit and suddenly didn't have much of an appetite left. "So you kids are on your own for mid meal." He finally broke the silence. "Hope that's ok. . . and if it's not then too bad."
Siri smiled. "Oh sure, Dex's diner is just a few blocks away."
The Jedi chef put his hands on his hips. "You guys can't eat that stuff, you'd be working out for a week. . ."
Siri put up her hands in defense. "I'm kidding." She smiled and walked out of the kitchen.
She strolled slowly down the halls and took in the peaceful structure. She had to admit that there was no place in the galaxy that made her feel more at home than the Jedi Temple. She began to look at different artifacts that she hadn't taken the time to look at since she was an initiate herself and forced to look at. She found herself in the grand archives, looking for nothing in particular.
Glass cases contained very valuable history. One had a scroll that was the oldest account of someone describing the force. When the Jedi were an ancient band of monks who worshiped the force before they became a group of servants to the Republic. Another containing a large Jedi holocron that contained words of wisdom that otherwise may have been forgotten. She also noticed several bronze busts of several Jedi masters and then stopped at one that caught her eye.
"Qui Gon Jinn." She read the name plate softly out loud. She then looked at the bronze features and remembered her first time meeting this strong Jedi. A part of her had always hoped she could've been Qui Gon's apprentice, because she felt she understood his bond with the living force. . .the opposite of the student he ended up taking on.
Her thoughts then turned to Qui Gon's apprentice and how she hadn't seen her friend Obi Wan Kenobi since before he left for Naboo over a year ago. It was common for Jedi to not see each other very often, but she felt bad that she wasn't around right after Qui Gon's demise. Both had been knighted at separate times during that year, and under very different circumstances.
She had of course heard the stories, what Jedi hadn't? The return of the Sith after a millennium, and had been defeated by an apprentice. Now Obi Wan Kenobi was something of a legend to the children of the temple, and something of an enigma to the older Jedi. And Siri knowing Obi Wan knew he was probably the same old Kenobi she'd known for years, not having the slightest clue what others thought of him.
She continued her stroll around the Temple and found herself standing in front of the sparring arena where up and coming apprentices show off their abilities to potential masters. She heard the familiar sound of light sabers, curiosity peaked her interest and she found her way inside.
She looked down into the arena and smiled when she saw who it was. She saw the man that had just been occupying her thoughts wearing nothing but a pair of workout pants, fighting another human about his age wearing the same thing. She then noticed a young Calamarian woman watching the duel with only a half interest. Siri sat down next to her.
"Hello Bant." Siri said with a smile.
Bant looked up from the battle below her, her silver eyes growing wide with surprise. "Why Siri Tachi. When did you get back?" She asked.
"A few nights ago, but you know I had a lot of post mission reports to do." Siri said and turned her attention to the arena. "How long they been at it?" She asked.
"You know Garen and Obi Wan, they can never pass up a chance to use the arena." Bant answered with a chuckle. "Boys."
"Tell me about it." Siri said with her own chuckle and then stood up and removed her tunic. Bant looked at her with a look of shock at her new attire. Siri grabbed her light saber off her belt and headed down the stairs towards the arena.
"So when you boys are done playing would either of you be up for a real challenge?" Siri called out to the fighters.
Garen and Obi Wan looked up and noticed her heading towards them, her suit showing off her very curvaceous body. Both raised an eyebrow at her appearance.
"Wow." Garen said under his breath, Obi Wan gave him a hard look. "Hey I'm a Jedi, but I'm not blind." Garen defended.
"Siri?" Obi Wan inquired as he walked towards her. "Did you forget the rest of your clothes on your last mission?" He asked, playfully.
Siri jumped down into the arena and stared at Obi Wan. "Well I'm glad to see that with the loss of your padawan braid you didn't lose your sense of humor." She said with a smile. She looked him up and down and noticed how much he seemed to have grown in the span of a year. His ginger hair was growing out of it's old spikes and pieces hung in his eyes. He also seemed to be working on growing a beard. She ran a hand on his cheek. "You know when you grow up that should fill out real nice." She teased.
He scoffed. "So I hear your looking for a challenge."
"Alright, show me what you got Sith killer." She taunted.
Obi Wan bowed. "What ever you desire." He said with one of his famous smiles.
They moved to opposite sides of the arena and began to circle each other. Obi Wan twirled his saber as he tried to anticipate her moves. 'His signature move, always twirling that saber.' Siri remembered. The two old rivals then met in the center and their sabers hissed when they met.
Garen moved to the side of the arena and Bant came down to talk to him. "I heard she was back." Bant said.
"Yeah, I'll say she's back." Garen said, not hiding his interest.
"Garen, you're a Jedi remember." Bant reprimanded.
"I know, but you also forget I'm a 22 year old male." He said with a charming smile of his own.
Bant shook her head. "No I don't forget that, because you remind me of that everyday." They continued to watch their friends battle. Bant sighed. "I heard rumors about her mission and heard that she had nearly gone insane."
"Well then the two of them have something in common." Garen said, giving a sad look to Bant.
Obi Wan and Siri were very evenly matched, then had now been sparing for 20 minutes. Sweat dripped down both their brows. Siri lunged at Obi Wan again, and he blocked. He then twisted and swiped at her legs and she jumped over. She came down and slashed at his head, he rolled on the ground and came up and blocked another blow.
"Wow Kenobi, you're getting rusty." Siri taunted. "When was the last time you got out of the temple?"
Siri advanced, hard. She drove Obi Wan to a corner. She held a mischievous smile. He then called a training light saber to his free hand and fought back with two light sabers. Siri tried to hide her surprise. He fought with the two blades with skill beyond his years and Siri suddenly realized that the rumors about him were true. Obi Wan was one of the best swordsman in the entire temple.
She refused to be outdone however.
Siri glanced at the training sabers along the wall, and one caught her eye. She quickly threw her saber at Obi Wan, throwing him off balance and she did a series of back flips towards the opposite side of the arena. She grabbed a long silver cylinder off the wall and ignited a double sided green light saber. Obi Wan who had been chasing her stopped dead in his tracks.
Both were breathing hard and were exhausted. Obi Wan suddenly dropped the second light saber and deactivated his and quickly left the arena, not saying a word.
Siri held the double bladed saber and was stunned. She thought it was a trick, then realized it wasn't and she deactivated the weapon. She looked over at her friends and shrugged.
"What's his problem?" She asked as she wiped her face off with a towel.
Garen and Bant exchanged looks. "You don't know?" Garen asked.
"Let's make this easier and instead of a smart remark I'll just say no." Siri hoped up on the wall of the arena.
"That's the weapon the Sith used, the council found the Sith weapon and decided that Jedi should learn to use Light sabers of this kind in case we come across them again." Bant informed.
Siri looked down at the long handled saber in her hand. "I had no idea." She admitted.
"But he's actually trained people with these before, I don't know why he reacted like that today." Garen said and moved closer to Siri.
The three friends thought about the situation for a moment then Siri broke the silence. "Has he been on a mission since Naboo?" She asked, Garen and Bant shook their heads.
"No, he refuses to leave Anakin." Bant said with annoyance in her soft spoken voice.
"Anakin?"
"Yeah. Anakin Skywalker." Garen filled. "The chosen one." Siri gave him a curious look. "Qui Gon found him on Tatooine, and made Obi Wan promise he'd train him."
"Wait, are we talking about that kid that came back with them?" Siri asked, and they nodded. "And Obi Wan is going to be his master?" They nodded again. "But, he's too young to be a master." She stated.
"We know." Bant agreed. "Everyone knows, but it was Qui Gon's dying wish that Obi Wan train him."
"His dying wish?" Siri was appalled. "That's really unfair. Qui Gon knew Obi Wan would do anything for him."
"Exactly." Garen stated.
"And the council is going along with this?"
"Obi Wan would've gone against the council if he had to in order to keep his promise." Bant said with sorrow in her eyes. "All he cares about now is his last assignment from Qui Gon."
"You know, what he went through is really traumatic, even for the most disciplined Jedi." Siri said, running her hands through her hair. "Did the council order him to go to a mind healer?"
"Even if they had, this is Obi Wan we're talking about." Garen said with a chuckle. "He hates going to the medical healers, you think he'd actually go to a mind healer?"
Siri shook her head. "I can't believe the council is letting him do this to himself." She said with a sad look. "He needs time to be by himself, go on solo missions, find out who he is."
"Like you?" Bant asked, a little offended by Siri's tone.
Siri met her gaze. "possibly." She looked at both of them and sighed. "This isn't about me, this is about Obi Wan." The two friends nodded. "Why would he react so weird today?"
The three thought for a moment. Then Bant spoke up. "You guys today is the anniversary of his knighting." Garen and Siri exchanged glances. When a Jedi is knighted they tend to celebrate the anniversary of that date in loo of birthdays. "How could we forget?" Bant hung her head.
"Well it's not like it was a big celebration when it happened." Garen said. "We didn't even know he had been knighted until he came home from Naboo without a padawan braid."
"I heard he cut it himself." Bant said, with a sad voice. "Could you imagine cutting your own braid?"
The three nodded in agreement then were lost in thought for a moment. "You guys?" Siri asked after a moment. Bant and Garen looked at her. "If it's his knighting anniversary then that means it's also the anniversary of Qui Gon's. . ." She left the last word hanging in the air.
"No wonder." Bant said, then got up. "I'll go talk to him."
Siri put a hand on Bant's arm. "No, I'll go." She said. "I'm the one who made him leave." She then left to go find her friend.
TBC