Dislaimer: George Lucas owes Star Wars. I owe Lukaz. =P
A/N: I've received a review on how Obi-wan's acting too out of character, and I was comtemplating on it and I realized he maybe a little too out of character, therefore, I shall try to make him slightly more mature in this chapter. But, this story is still A/A.
"Master, rest assure. I will protect the Senator with my life, you know that," Obi-wan told his master on the hologram. Qui-Gon Jinn frowned at his padawan.
"Obi-wan, wise you are, and I have no doubts about your ability, but this is business. You are the Senator Amidala's Jedi protector as well, and you shouldn't flippantly treat it as a chance to be close to the Senator." Qui- Gon stared sternly at his padawan, who nodded respectfully.
"Yes master, I will protect her master. As a Jedi, I have a duty. I know," Obi-wan protested. "Have more faith in me, I will not let you down."
Qui-Gon sighed and broke into a fatherly smile, stroking his beard that was now almost all white. "I am old, Obi-wan, but I am not as stubborn as the council. As long as you fulfil your duty, I cannot complain. Obi-wan, after this mission, you will take the Trials." Qui-Gon's smiled widened as Obi- wan jumped up, cheering.
"You are serious, master? This is not a joke?"
Qui-Gon set his features in a stern look, but his bright eyes were twinkling. "Obi-wan, have you ever seen me joke about your Trials?"
"Well, there was that one time when I was twenty-four and you-," Obi-wan was cut short by his master's narrowed eyes. With a humourous grin, Obi-wan continued. "Oh no. Master, how could you possibly have joked about the Trials. I must have been mistaken."
Qui-Gon allowed a small grin to brighten up his wrinkled face. "Good. I shall leave you to your duties. Remember, hologram me if there's ANY problems, ok?"
Obi-wan nodded respectfully as his Master disappeared from the hologram. Obi-wan smiled brightly; he was in a very happy mood. Finally, after nearly ten years of waiting, he was to become a true Jedi knight, instead of just a padawan. Don't get him wrong, he was grateful to be the apprentice of Qui- Gon, but he had often wondered what it would be to have a padawan of his own.
Bursting into Padmé's quarters (they lived in different rooms out of respect to the Naboo traditions), he grinned broadly and carried his girlfriend out of the chair she resided in, swinging her around and around. He finally stopped as Padmé demanded to call the guards, jokingly of course.
"Ok," Padmé gasped for breath, her laughing brown eyes studying Obi-wan. "Now can you tell me what happened?"
"I'm going to take the trials! Padmé, I'm finally going to take the trials. Qui-Gon thinks I'm ready!" He laughed in happiness and fell on his back on the bed. Padmé joined him and they both stared up at the ceiling. Obi-wan turned on his side and stared at Padmé. "When I become a Knight, we'll get married. All right?"
Padmé was silent for a long time. Finally, she turned to Obi-wan with doubt in her eyes. She managed a forced smile. "We'll see," she replied.
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Anakin listened to the inane rambling of Sabé, who was obviously very nervous. Lukaz had abandoned him to go off with Rabé, to do goodness-knows- what. Although annoying, Anakin remained polite and courteous, and despite her endless talking, Anakin actually bothered to listen.
"So did you get the formal suit?" Sabé asked suddenly, changing the topic. Anakin blinked in surprise, and Sabé continued urgently. "For the formal dinner?"
"Oh, yes. He did. It's a really nice suit," Anakin smiled. "Not like anything I've seen in Tatooine. It's a Naboo traditional suit, right?"
"You're so smart!" Sabé praised, and Anakin blushed a deep red. He fought the urge to cringe at the high-pitched compliment. "It's a samajyp." Anakin nodded, and forced another smile. Suddenly, with warning, Sabé slipped her hand into Anakin's slightly calloused one. In his shock, he stood still. Mistaking it for nervousness, Sabé settled her hand more comfortably in his, and gently squeezed it. She continued walking, and Anakin followed, still in shock.
Abruptly, he snatched his hand from Sabé's hard grip and pretended to look at his chrono. "Look at the time," he exclaimed. "I really need to get back. I'll see you at the dinner tonight. Bye." With that, the blond hair teen hurried off, wincing slightly as he realized that he had just babbled the last few sentence. He made a mental note to apologize later. Sighing, he rode his speeder, taking the long way home.
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Lukaz tapped his toes on the floor, as he sat on the overstuffed sofa. Angrily, he looked at the chrono. "Oh, he really needs to get back, doesn't he? It's been an hour," he muttered to himself, his chocolate brown eyes flashing in anger and dismay.
The door opened quietly, almost without a sound, and a sheepish Anakin entered, a small half-smile on his face when he saw Lukaz. With narrowed eyes, Lukaz stormed towards Anakin.
"Ani. You're nineteen. You're supposed to be full of raging hormones. I give you a girl; a pretty girl," Lukaz emphasized, "and you, bantha moron, walked away from it. What are you? Stupid?!"
"Kaz, relax," Ani replied with his usual smirk. "I'm sorry, but she was moving too fast. You know I don't want a relationship based on looks and stuff. I just don't have that chemistry thing."
"Right," Lukaz quipped sarcastically, moving closer. Suddenly, Anakin pushed him back, before taking a quick step back himself. Before Lukaz could open his mouth in angry protest, the light that had been hanging on the ceiling crashed to the ground, breaking into pieces. "Wha-," Lukaz opened his mouth and closed it again, shocked.
"You ok?" Anakin asked, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened; he was calm and composed, while Lukaz stood like a babbling idiot in front of him. Anakin grinned and led his friend to a seat. "You ok?" he repeated, with a raised eyebrow.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what, Kaz?" Anakin said, taking a snack from the container on the table. He bite into it and looked up at Lukaz again, innocently.
"React so fast! I mean, you're the only human in the history of mankind to pod race, and that's abnormal. And then, there's that ability to react before something actually happen. How do you do it?"
"I don't know," Anakin said with a shrug. "I just see stuff happen before it does." He offered Lukaz the container of snack, and took another piece when Lukaz shook his head. "I should clean up the mess," Anakin said.
"Let me. You saved my life, buddy. This little thing? I can do it," Lukaz retorted. "You just go change, and get ready for your date tonight. Word of advice buddy, you need a haircut fast."
"Point taken," was the dutiful reply.
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A/N: Third chapter up. I'll write about the dinner next time, ok? Review PLEASE.
A/N: I've received a review on how Obi-wan's acting too out of character, and I was comtemplating on it and I realized he maybe a little too out of character, therefore, I shall try to make him slightly more mature in this chapter. But, this story is still A/A.
"Master, rest assure. I will protect the Senator with my life, you know that," Obi-wan told his master on the hologram. Qui-Gon Jinn frowned at his padawan.
"Obi-wan, wise you are, and I have no doubts about your ability, but this is business. You are the Senator Amidala's Jedi protector as well, and you shouldn't flippantly treat it as a chance to be close to the Senator." Qui- Gon stared sternly at his padawan, who nodded respectfully.
"Yes master, I will protect her master. As a Jedi, I have a duty. I know," Obi-wan protested. "Have more faith in me, I will not let you down."
Qui-Gon sighed and broke into a fatherly smile, stroking his beard that was now almost all white. "I am old, Obi-wan, but I am not as stubborn as the council. As long as you fulfil your duty, I cannot complain. Obi-wan, after this mission, you will take the Trials." Qui-Gon's smiled widened as Obi- wan jumped up, cheering.
"You are serious, master? This is not a joke?"
Qui-Gon set his features in a stern look, but his bright eyes were twinkling. "Obi-wan, have you ever seen me joke about your Trials?"
"Well, there was that one time when I was twenty-four and you-," Obi-wan was cut short by his master's narrowed eyes. With a humourous grin, Obi-wan continued. "Oh no. Master, how could you possibly have joked about the Trials. I must have been mistaken."
Qui-Gon allowed a small grin to brighten up his wrinkled face. "Good. I shall leave you to your duties. Remember, hologram me if there's ANY problems, ok?"
Obi-wan nodded respectfully as his Master disappeared from the hologram. Obi-wan smiled brightly; he was in a very happy mood. Finally, after nearly ten years of waiting, he was to become a true Jedi knight, instead of just a padawan. Don't get him wrong, he was grateful to be the apprentice of Qui- Gon, but he had often wondered what it would be to have a padawan of his own.
Bursting into Padmé's quarters (they lived in different rooms out of respect to the Naboo traditions), he grinned broadly and carried his girlfriend out of the chair she resided in, swinging her around and around. He finally stopped as Padmé demanded to call the guards, jokingly of course.
"Ok," Padmé gasped for breath, her laughing brown eyes studying Obi-wan. "Now can you tell me what happened?"
"I'm going to take the trials! Padmé, I'm finally going to take the trials. Qui-Gon thinks I'm ready!" He laughed in happiness and fell on his back on the bed. Padmé joined him and they both stared up at the ceiling. Obi-wan turned on his side and stared at Padmé. "When I become a Knight, we'll get married. All right?"
Padmé was silent for a long time. Finally, she turned to Obi-wan with doubt in her eyes. She managed a forced smile. "We'll see," she replied.
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Anakin listened to the inane rambling of Sabé, who was obviously very nervous. Lukaz had abandoned him to go off with Rabé, to do goodness-knows- what. Although annoying, Anakin remained polite and courteous, and despite her endless talking, Anakin actually bothered to listen.
"So did you get the formal suit?" Sabé asked suddenly, changing the topic. Anakin blinked in surprise, and Sabé continued urgently. "For the formal dinner?"
"Oh, yes. He did. It's a really nice suit," Anakin smiled. "Not like anything I've seen in Tatooine. It's a Naboo traditional suit, right?"
"You're so smart!" Sabé praised, and Anakin blushed a deep red. He fought the urge to cringe at the high-pitched compliment. "It's a samajyp." Anakin nodded, and forced another smile. Suddenly, with warning, Sabé slipped her hand into Anakin's slightly calloused one. In his shock, he stood still. Mistaking it for nervousness, Sabé settled her hand more comfortably in his, and gently squeezed it. She continued walking, and Anakin followed, still in shock.
Abruptly, he snatched his hand from Sabé's hard grip and pretended to look at his chrono. "Look at the time," he exclaimed. "I really need to get back. I'll see you at the dinner tonight. Bye." With that, the blond hair teen hurried off, wincing slightly as he realized that he had just babbled the last few sentence. He made a mental note to apologize later. Sighing, he rode his speeder, taking the long way home.
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Lukaz tapped his toes on the floor, as he sat on the overstuffed sofa. Angrily, he looked at the chrono. "Oh, he really needs to get back, doesn't he? It's been an hour," he muttered to himself, his chocolate brown eyes flashing in anger and dismay.
The door opened quietly, almost without a sound, and a sheepish Anakin entered, a small half-smile on his face when he saw Lukaz. With narrowed eyes, Lukaz stormed towards Anakin.
"Ani. You're nineteen. You're supposed to be full of raging hormones. I give you a girl; a pretty girl," Lukaz emphasized, "and you, bantha moron, walked away from it. What are you? Stupid?!"
"Kaz, relax," Ani replied with his usual smirk. "I'm sorry, but she was moving too fast. You know I don't want a relationship based on looks and stuff. I just don't have that chemistry thing."
"Right," Lukaz quipped sarcastically, moving closer. Suddenly, Anakin pushed him back, before taking a quick step back himself. Before Lukaz could open his mouth in angry protest, the light that had been hanging on the ceiling crashed to the ground, breaking into pieces. "Wha-," Lukaz opened his mouth and closed it again, shocked.
"You ok?" Anakin asked, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened; he was calm and composed, while Lukaz stood like a babbling idiot in front of him. Anakin grinned and led his friend to a seat. "You ok?" he repeated, with a raised eyebrow.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what, Kaz?" Anakin said, taking a snack from the container on the table. He bite into it and looked up at Lukaz again, innocently.
"React so fast! I mean, you're the only human in the history of mankind to pod race, and that's abnormal. And then, there's that ability to react before something actually happen. How do you do it?"
"I don't know," Anakin said with a shrug. "I just see stuff happen before it does." He offered Lukaz the container of snack, and took another piece when Lukaz shook his head. "I should clean up the mess," Anakin said.
"Let me. You saved my life, buddy. This little thing? I can do it," Lukaz retorted. "You just go change, and get ready for your date tonight. Word of advice buddy, you need a haircut fast."
"Point taken," was the dutiful reply.
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A/N: Third chapter up. I'll write about the dinner next time, ok? Review PLEASE.