The More Best Friends, The Merrier!

"This way! Come on, Obi-Wan!" squealed Bant excitedly.

Obi-Wan ducked under the doorway and into the Jedi Temple's mess hall.

"SURPRISE!"

"Garen! Reeft! Siri! Quinlan!" gasped Obi-Wan. This was amazing! He thought that they would've been on missions – but oh no! They were here to welcome him back as a Jedi Knight!

"So how did you do it?! How did you defeat Maul?!" Garen asked eagerly.

"I flew," replied Obi-Wan nonchalantly, "I flew over his head and bisected him. But from now on I'll leave the flying stuff to you. Or droids, for that matter."

"I can't believe you still hate flying," Garen muttered under his breath.

"Oh I love flying – but what you're doing is suicide!" Obi-Wan ribbed Garen.

"So what's this I hear about you changing your lightsaber style from Ataru to Soresu, eh buddy?" inquired Quinlan Vos.

"I just realized something: Ataru lacks defensive maneuvers. But Soresu is all about defense. It doesn't have a weakness, technically, but you will need to have lots of sparring hours to master it," Obi-Wan replied.

"Yes that's true! Hey do you know about the Circle of Soresu?" Siri asked, "It's when you ignore any other conflict raging about around you and you only focus on yourself in combat – you are in the eye of the storm. It is good for lightsaber dueling, as it focuses on blocking and wearing down your opponent's defense. And it is also good for deflecting blaster shots from blaster-wielding opponents – I think you can block shots from up to 20 –"

"Yeah we get it, Siri!" her friends replied in a good-natured yet teasing way.

"Master," a tiny voice called out, "Who's with you?"

Nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker stepped into the mess hall, still clad in his blue pajamas.

"Ah, good morning Anakin, these are my closest friends – Garen, Bant, Reeft, Siri, and Quinlan. I can safely presume you want breakfast?"

"Breakfast would be nice, master. Thank you!" Anakin chirped excitedly, rushing into the mess hall.

"Just get changed first, my dear padawan," Obi-Wan smiled, "While me, Garen, Reeft and Quinlan cook breakfast for all of us."

Anakin had already dashed out of the hall.

"Yes, I will, master!"

Siri and Bant giggled to themselves.

"Right Garen, Reeft, Quin – let's get cooking!" declared Obi-Wan, pulling on an apron.

"You look like an ox, my friend!" Garen laughed at Obi-Wan's apron.

"At least I can slice pretty neatly!" remarked Obi-Wan, "And Quin, make sure you don't overcook the food. AND Reeft, do not eat the food before everyone else has a chance to eat some!"

Laughter filled the Jedi Temple's mess hall.


The End


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