Disclaimer: George Lucas is a great guy. He invented Star Wars. There you have it, George. Can't sue us now! (Keyn belongs to me)
Acknowledgements: Jesus, Padawan Nik-ka (my pal, in case you're wondering, Wild Horse writes all acknowledgements and disclaimers), the reviewers, my rabbit Panther,
Chapter 2b - Obi-wan's POV – by Padawan Nik-ka
"Bye Master!"
Obi-wan ran toward the table which Bant and the others sat.
"Oh my gosh, Obi! Master Qui-gon is going to Kill you! What did you do?!" Bant cried.
Everyone sitting in the dining hall was starring at Qui-gon, not to mention, shaking with laughter. Obi-wan grinned to himself. He knew his Master would come up with the worst punishment ever imagined, but the cause was worth it. Resisting a snicker, Obi-wan leaned forward.
"The worst is yet to come. I've got this idea…"
Half an Hour elapses
Obi-wan runs through the hall in top speed, he had to get to the hangar. Had to, had to had to…
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
*bang!*
"Oops, Sorry Master Windu."
The tall Jedi Master, looked down at the Padawan and grinned. Slinging an arm around the boy's shoulder he said,
"Now, Obi-wan ," leading the boy toward the hanger, "How did you manage that! I must say, that is the closest we can get Qui to look like an Easter bunny. Haha! And he doesn't know that! He doesn't know! Now, tell me the next part of the plan."
At the hangar…
"Keyn? Keyn! I need your help!" Obi-wan called to the part-time mechanic, who was busy doing who-knows-what under his ship.
"Oh, hi Obi, I'm sure Master Jinn is searching for you know." He winked at the horrified Padawan. "Just kidding! I didn't tell him anything. Anyway, you said you needed my help? What, kid, you want me to pour more caster oil on him?"
Obi-wan shook his head. Turning to Mace standing behind him with a smug look on his face, "You tell him.'
"No you tell. Padawans are supposed to do the Master's dirty work. I just stay for the fun. That's all, besides, Qui is already after you, might as well make it worst." The smug grin on the Council member's face grew wider.
Grumbling to himself Obi-wan told Keyn the plan…
Hahahaahahahahahahahahahaha
Sorry, my dear Master Kel'gr, aka wild horse, just sent once of his "training exercises" after me, so I had to stop there.
Kill my Master, not me.
Thanks to all the reviewers
Sincerely, Padawan Nik-ka
Chapter 2b: Qui-gon's Point of View – by Wild Horse, aka Master Kel'gr
For the rest of the day, Obi-wan was in extremely high spirits. Qui-gon wondered what was up, but didn't really bother since his apprentice seemed to be behaving himself, finally. Obi-wan stayed in his room until afternoon, studying, Qui-gon presumed.
When it was time for lunch, Qui-gon knocked on the door of Obi-wan's room. "Let's go to the hall to eat, Obi-wan."
"Coming," Obi-wan's voice was muffled. He appeared a few moments later, his eyes sparkling with mischief. When he set eyes on Qui-gon, Obi-wan started laughing.
Qui-gon eyed his apprentice, "Obi-wan, are you all right? Should I call a healer?"
"No Master, I'm fine, really. It's just all those tests, you know, they make you totally crazy," Obi-wan was still grinning madly.
"I understand," Qui-gon answered dryly. He left the quarters, Obi-wan dancing along behind him.
The corridors were empty, since most of the initiates and Masters were eating in the dining hall. Qui-gon walked briskly towards the hall. He passed a group of about five initiates, who immediately stopped their chatter to stare open-mouthed at him.
Qui-gon hurried along – the initiates were giving him funny looks and grinning manically. Maybe it was just another one of their pranks.
The dining hall was a large, noisy place which easily accommodated about five hundred people. Most of the initiates were chattering loudly to each other at their tables, while the Masters sat at separate tables, eating and talking in low voices.
"See you, Master," Obi-wan left to take a seat with Garen, Reeft and Bant.
Qui-gon grabbed a tray and took some food. He carried the tray to a table and sat down beside Jedi Master Mace Windu.
"Hello Qui-gon, how's your day?" The Council Member enquired.
"Same as always," Qui-gon started on a sandwich. "Obi-wan is in a good mood today."
Mace Windu looked up from his food. Qui-gon read surprise and shock on the Jedi's face.
"I can see why," Mace grinned comically, the look on his face changing to one of understanding. "How'd you manage this?" The Jedi Master winked at Qui-gon then lefte the table.
Qui-gon looked at Mace, puzzled. What was he talking about? Qui-gon shrugged it off. Mace Windu sometimes acted weirdly, probably because he had had an overdose of Jedi Council Problem-solving.
"Hey, Qui-gon, way cool! Latest fashion, huh?" Jedi Master Adi Gallia clapped him on the back as she walked past him with her tray.
Qui-gon stared at her quizzically, not comprehending her words. What was the latest fashion she was talking about? He gave it up and finished his lunch, then headed for the hangar to see Keyn, who was in charge of the transports used by the Jedi on their missions. Clearly, Obi-wan needed those ship-maintenance lessons.
"Hey Qui-gon, what's up?" Keyn's voice was muffled as he worked on the engine of a freighter. He always seemed to know when Qui-gon was near.
"Ship-maintenance lessons for Obi-wan," The Master replied. "He can't even carry a bucket of engine grease without dumping it on me."
Keyn chuckled. "I heard. Give me a second, I'll be out." He ducked out from under the freighter, wiping his hands on a piece of cloth.
The mechanic took one look at Qui-gon and started grinning wildly in his lopsided way.
"What's wrong?" Qui-gon demanded. "Everyone seems to be acting strangely today."
Keyn shook his head, dark brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "I can see that Obi-wan needs more than ship-maintenance lessons. You look fine, Qui-gon. Here, tell Obi to come tomorrow evening at five." He disappeared once more under the ship.
Qui-gon couldn't make it out. Either everyone was acting funny, or there was something going on. Qui-gon suspected the latter, and also suspected that it would involve one very pesky apprentice.
Qui-gon walked back to his living quarters, taking the busy corridor that passed by the initiates' living quarters.
As he strode through the throng of initiates, they parted for him, giggling and laughing to each other. Qui-gon pointedly ignored them. He rounded a bend to find Obi-wan and Garen standing in the middle of the corridor, grinning from ear to ear.
"Good Afternoon Master," Garen greeted Qui-gon politely, "Obi-wan and I were … um … just discussing our latest test results. I've got to go now … study for a test." Garen raced off along the corridor, stifling a laugh.
Qui-gon turned to his apprentice, "I've arranged for you to have ship-maintenance lessons with Keyn tomorrow evening at five. Don't be late."
"Yes, master," Obi-wan was still grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Can I go and take a swim now, please?"
"Well, okay … but be back in time for dinner."
Obi-wan was already racing down the corridor after Garen, laughing to himself.
Is my hair okay? Qui-gon wondered. What is it that's making everyone laugh? Keyn said I looked okay, so it must be all
right. I sure hope it is.
I do have a Pesky Apprentice! Padawan Nik-ka, I'm sending my bounty hunters after you! You'd better look sharp! More training exercises!
Yeah, thanks for all reviews. They were received with much enthusiasm. In case you're wondering, the mechanic, Keyn, is the same guy who's a bounty hunter in my other fic "Between the Darkness and the Light". :) The next chapter may be up in one or two weeks, if I can make it. Right now, though, I've got a Padawan to hunt down and string up.
Wild Horse (Master Kel'gr)
Preview:
Not written yet. But let's just say it involves some sneaky collaboration.
