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Obi Wan's POV

Dooku led him into the Council's chamber. Obi Wan stood at ease in front of them. The masters watched him with varying degrees of wariness. Master Windu had a look of resignation.

Windu had spent the most time with him. The dark skinned master spent more time with him than any other master. He tried to help the young pilot and slowly Obi Wan had begun to open up to him. It wasn't enough to keep him in the temple. However he would give Dooku a chance.

Yoda said calmly, "Asked to speak to us, you did. Why?"

Dooku stated clearly, "I wish to take a padawan. The initiate in question has agreed."

There were quiet murmurings from the council. From Obi Wan's understanding this master didn't take padawan's often. The last known one was Master Qui Gon Jin.

It was Windu who spoke first, "Do you agree with this, Initiate Kenobi? Last we spoke you had given up all intentions of becoming a padawan and were waiting out your name day."

Dooku stiffened ever so slightly next to him. It was true that he had been waiting out the last few weeks. Most of it spent in Coruscant underbelly. Or in the hangers fixing up his Veritech.

Obi Wan sighed tiredly feeling ten times his actual age, "I was planning on that. The Force however decided another path for me. I choose to follow it for the moment."

Windu nodded. The others seemed to consider his words.

Then Yoda spoke, "Permission does the Council grant. Young Kenobi will be your Padawan. Your responsibility he now is."

Dooku bowed and said formally, "Then with your leave masters, we will retire."

Yoda waved them off but not before giving Obi Wan one last long look. Then the newly instated Master and Padawan left.

Obi Wan led his knew Master towards the initiate halls. He would have to pack up his room before he could move in. There wasn't much to pack up. A few star fighter models and his gear was all. When one had to be ready to leave at a moment's notice they packed light.

Arriving at his door he entered the passcode. The door whooshed open and he stepped in. Noting that the Jedi Master had not followed him he turned.

Dooku was waiting at the doorway and it took him a moment to realize why. He was waiting to be invited in. A courtesy rarely shown by anyone within the halls.

With a small smile he acknowledged the politeness, "Come in, Master Dooku. This wont take long."

The room was very bare for a preteen's room. The bed was made with military precision. The nightstand had a datapad with his school work on it. Obi Wan had a second with his combat works on it in the nightstand.

His first stop was the closet where he pulled out flight uniform and put in the bag. When he made to do the same with his robes Dooku stopped him.

"No need. The quartermaster will have them sent to our rooms."

That was something at least. The next thing was to go in was his watch. Unless he was doing repairs on the ship it stayed in this for.

A brief smile crossed his lips. On the STFW Obi Wan was notorious for doing his own repairs. Nathen the lead engineer couldn't stand it. That was why he came up with the watch configuration. Only the engineers knew how to fix it if something went wrong. Annoying but kept them from becoming obsolete.

The next things were his datapads. With them packed he had only one person item left. Over his bed was a singular photo. It was made using old technology but it was still worth a place in his heart.

A younger Obi Wan stood next to a brown grey haired man with warm brown eyes. It was when Obi Wan had become Commander of the K-9 squadron. The older man was Admiral Rick Hunter of the STF-1. He mentored Obi Wan when the young boy first came to the war.

It was one of the few good memories that wasn't ruined. He only had two pictures. One was in his room on the STFW. The other he was putting into his bag.

When he was done Dooku motioned for Obi Wan to follow. He was led down a series of familiar hallways to the hall where the Master's apartments lay. Some were single bedrooms. Others were doubles to account for padawan's.

They entered the apartment and Obi Wan could tell it was the latter. He was glad that he wouldn't be sleeping on a couch. Temple couches were extremely uncomfortable for the most part.

The living room and kitchen of the apartment were connect. Both were sparsely decorated but tastefully. Two doors could be seen from where he stood. One of them had to be Dooku's quarters. The other was either a spare bedroom or the refresher.

Dooku pulled off his robe and hung it up as he said, "Your bedroom is the second on the left. You will be required to keep it clean. The first is our shared refresher. You will help keep it clean or there will be consequences. I will teach you to cook and we can alternate nights when we are here. One cooks and the other cleans up."

Obi Wan replied switching to soldier brain as he hung up his own robe, "Understood, Master Dooku."

For him it was easier than breathing. Take orders give orders. A way of life only those who had seen war understood.

The man turned suddenly his brown eyes staring at him hard. Grey blue eyes stared back unflinching.

Dooku sighed sounding tired, "You do not need to be a soldier here, Kenobi. I hope to show you that there's more to your life than war."

Obi Wan shrugged, "Old habits die hard."

Dooku sighed but didnt respond any other way. Obi Wan followed him into the kitchen. Kitchen was a fairly quiet affair both of them were lost to their own thoughts. He took his leave to go to his room for the night. In doing so he missed the knowing look on his master's face.