Wassup Peeps! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. Sorry it was short, but it was kind of a set up for this chapter. Also, I'll be introducing some beloved characters soon, so hang in there!

P.S. I put some hints in the last chapter. I hope you caught them :)


Coruscant Underworld... Apartment no. 326

"Well, how did it go?"

"Um... well proposing wasn't as hard as I expected."

"So she fell for it?"

"Yeah. How 'bout you? How did that job interview go?"

"Fine, just fine. They'll never suspect anything. I mean really Quinn, I thought it was going to be harder than this."

Quinn stretched himself out to his full length on the couch. "Oh, It'll get harder, trust me. Besides, you have the easy job, Jade. All you have to do is watch the Senator, keep an ear out in the Senate, and make reports. I have to date a silly, lovestruck girl, get engaged, plot her murder, see it carried out, and appear to be heartbroken when she dies. Not to mention, having a job as a Senate guard, standing in one place for most of the day, all the while looking important."

Mara rolled her eyes. "Fine, so feel sorry for yourself. I'd rather have a job in all the action, instead of playing dressup and attending boring Senate disscusions." Then she got a devious look in her eyes. "Sooo," she said, drawing out her words "What's it like having a fiancé? I mean, have you guys, you know, done what couples tend to do nowdays?"

Quinn's head shot up over the edge of the couch. The look of astonishment on his face was priceless. "Mara, you are so kriffing gross. Of couse I haven't... we haven't... oh, whatever. You're annoying as hell." He laid himself back down on the couch.

Mara put on a fake pouty face. "Aww, are you going to miss her after you have her murdered? Or maybe she's just not your type." She stopped. "Do you even have a type?"

"Yeah, the ones that aren't so annoying."

"No, but in all seriousness, how are you going to do it?"

"Do what?"

"Kill her."

"Oh that. It shouldn't be to hard. I'm gonna get Zam to do it. I'll call Moteé, tell her to meet me somewhere for lunch, and Zam will take care of it while Moteé's on her way to meet me. It'll look like a complete accident. Then I'll be all brokenhearted, but I'll get over it and move on with my pretend life. And remember, I'm doing all of this so that you can get a position as one of Senator Amidala's Handmaidens."

Mara grinned. "I appreciate it. But wouldn't you girlfriend hav a fit if she knew you were living with another woman. Of course, it's nothing like she'd think, but it would take alot of explaining."

Quinn groaned. "She dosen't even know where I live. And don't you get any ideas about changing that. We're so close, the last thing we need is to blow our cover."

Mara nodded. "I'm sure it'll all run smoothly. Then she grinned. "I'll let you sleep. You look like you need it."

She didn't get an answer, only a pillow chunked at her head. She ducked and made her exit before anymore pillows could follow the first.


Jedi Temple... Coruscant

"Master, I have the datapad you wanted."

"Thank you Obi-Wan. Where are you going?"

"I have to help with the refugees, remember?"

"Oh...yes, I had forgotten."

Obi-Wan headed for the door of the small apartment that he shared with his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. Personally, he thought that he had the best master in the whole order, despite what the other padawans said. Of course, deep down he knew that some of the things that they said were true, but he would defend Qui-Gon with everything he had.

Sure, his master disobeyed the counsel every once in a while, but big deal.

Obi-Won was generally a quiet, patient person, but once, (not too long ago) Padawan Jaedon had told some of his group, (in a voice that was purposely loud enough so that Obi-Wan could hear him) that he had heard his master say that Master Qui-Gon was a grey jedi. He went on to say other things about what he had heard about Master Jinn. Finally, Obi-Wan had had enough. He stalked over to Jaedon and demanded that he stop speaking about his master in that way.

Jaedon turned on his most annoying voice. "Whatcha gonna do about it Kenobi? We all know the reason that my master is on the counsel and yours isn't. It's because your master really shouldn't be a Jedi at all. I mean, really. Always disobeying the counsel, talking about the chosen one like it's a big deal or something."

Obi-Wan glowered. "Take that back, Jaedon. Take all of that back right now."

Jaedon rolled his eyes sarcasticly. "Or what? You're going to negotiate with me?"

That was the last straw for Obi-Wan. He lunged at Jaedon and tackled him, catching him off guard. No one had really expected the seemingly peaceful Kenobi to make the first move. They tumbled around, struggling and punching for a minute before Jaedon's friends joined in and helped gang up on Obi-Wan. He kept all of thm off pretty god for a while, but eventually they got him pinned down and in mobile. After a while of beating him up, Jaedon and his friends decided to scat before a master showed up. But before, they left, Jaedon leaned down and hissed in Obi-Wan's ear,

"If you go whining to the masters about this, just remember this one thing. I've got witnesses to prove that you attacked first." He stood up. "Just remember that."

"Kriff you."

Jaedon grinned. "And you're a kriffing excuse for a Jedi, Kenobi. You really are."

Obi-Wan frowned as he remembered what happened after that. He had drug himself, (not literally) back to the appartment, where of course, of course, his master was there, but not only his master, but Master Shaak Ti as well. And of course they both wanted to know why Obi-Wan was covered in newly forming bruises. Well one thing led to another, (the masters wanting to know what happened, and Obi-Wan, not wanting to tell) And so he, not Jaedon, ends up getting the Jedi version of community service. Refugee work. .


FYI: In my story, Obi-Wan is around the same age as Vader, Quinn, and Mara, roughly 19-21.

Soooo, what do you think? Let me know in the comments below ;)