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Chapter 3: Journey
Anakin glance around the cockpit at its inhabitants. Qui-Gon sat at the communications array, Flynn sat in the navigator's seat and Fleur sat next to Anakin in the co-pilot's seat, although she seemed to realise that a co-pilot wasn't necessary, it was the only seat left. He was puzzled by the fact that Flynn had a synth-flesh half-mask over the top half of his face, making it impossible for Anakin to identify him. Fleur on the other hand had so much make-up on, Anakin wondered briefly how she could even breath, though she did seem slightly uncomfortable with it on, so maybe it was just something new, designed to fool someone.
Sick of the silence that enthralled the cockpit, Anakin said, "So, how long have you two been married?"
A loving smile passed between the two before Flynn answered, wistfully, "Three years, today."
This revelation brought a smile to Qui-Gon's lips. "Congratulations!"
This broke the pair out of their loving contemplation of each other. Flynn, being the first to recover, answered, "Why, thank-you, Master Jinn. I…"
"Please, call me Qui-Gon," Qui-Gon interrupted.
"Thank-you, …Qui-Gon." There was a slight hesitation in his words though Anakin could not discern the reason.
They fell into another uneasy silence, which Anakin broke rather bluntly, by saying, "So, you two used to be Jedi. Why did you leave?"
While Flynn shot a glare at Qui-Gon, Fleur bit back at Anakin, "Why don't you mind your own business?"
"I'm just curious, is all."
She traded a look with Flynn who nodded. "The reason is simple. Our love is forbidden by the Jedi Code so we did the honourable thing and resigned."
Anakin was giving her a dubious look, which she answered with an exasperated one. Finally, Anakin spoke. "Funny thing that. You see, I downloaded the list of Jedi to leave in the past ten years and your names weren't on it. Mind explaining?"
"Yes, actually, I do!" Fleur answered spitefully. It was obvious that she didn't want to discuss this subject.
When Anakin looked like he was going to continue interrogating the pair, Qui-Gon shot him a warning glance, before asking a question of his own. "Anyway, what do you two do for a living?"
Fleur favoured him with a grateful smile before replying, "I work as a waitress and Flynn is an artist."
Qui-Gon glanced at Flynn who was making a show of being interested in the star charts of their destination. Qui-Gon could see him being an artist. "An artist, eh? That sounds interesting." The volume of his voice was enough to catch Flynn's attention.
"It has its ups and downs," was the nonchalant reply.
Flynn's lack of reaction, emotion or anything else was disheartening for Qui-Gon, for he had met Flynn when he was nigh on thirteen. Qui-Gon had already been a Master at the time. It did not matter how close they had or had not been, it still hurt to see such a promising student throw his Knighthood away. At least they were happy together, and for that Qui-Gon was happy.
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