Chapter Two: The Inanity Continues….:p
à Gotta love Sabe and Obi…even in
humor. Well, at least I think it's funny. -_-;
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Scene:
Sabe walks up the huge stairways that lead to the Jedi Temple. She looks
curious and apprehensive at the same time.
Sabe: Hullo! I wonder if there is a doorbell.
(she raises her hand to knock, but the huge doors suddenly open by themselves)
Sabe: Of course it's automatic, Sabe, you silly fool! This is Coruscant, after
all. (picks up her bags and goes in) Still no one. I wonder if I got the wrong
address?
(A young man comes in the hall.)
Man: Good morning! Can I help you?
Sabe: Perhaps. I was sent here from Naboo—as an answer to the Jedi Council's
request for a Handmaid. (Fumbles about her things and produces an envelope and
hands it over to the man. He unfolds the letter and reads it quietly.)
Man: I see. Are you looking for anyone in particular?
Sabe: Yes. My superiors instructed me to seek out…Ob…Obi…Obi-wan Kenobi. Yes,
that's it. I'm looking for a Jedi named Obi-wan Kenobi. Quite a strange name,
if I say so myself, pardon me. Do you know him?
Man: Obi-wan? Yes, I know him. I know him quite well.
Sabe: You do? What luck! Where is he, then?
Man: Well, the last time I checked, he's me.
Sabe: YOU'RE Obi-wan Kenobi? (Drops her bags and grabs Obi-wan's hand, shaking
it heartily.) Well met, Obi, my boy! I'm Sabe Maberrie, Handmaid of Naboo, at
your service! Very well met, I say!
Obi-wan: Obi? Uh…yes…well met, Miss Sabe.
Sabe: I'm sorry I didn't recognize you! Your picture was very badly printed, so
I thought you were a butler! (pauses) I mean, a Jedi butler. Yes, a Jedi one.
Obi-wan: I see. (Sabe releases his hand and he massages it a little.) Very good
grip. It was enough to break my bones.
Sabe: (beaming) Thank you! That's very nice!
Obi-wan: May I help you with your bags?
Sabe: Please do! (She dumps her huge bags—three of them, into Obi-wan's arms
{lucky bags!} and walks on ahead.)
Obi-wan: Oof! Excuse me, Miss Sabe! (Sabe disappears at a turn of the hallway.)
MISS SABE! (Still struggling with her bags, he manages to catch up with
her.)Miss Sabe, I would like to have a few words with you first before you meet
the Padawans.
Sabe: Oh. Alright, then.
Obi-wan: I trust that you have been trained well in the arts of
Handmaidenology. You ARE from Naboo, after all.
Sabe: Well, yes, I guess so.
Obi-wan: You guess so?
Sabe: I haven't gotten my diploma yet.
Obi-wan: You haven't graduated yet!? (Stares at her in shock.)
Sabe: Well, darling, I was supposed to graduate two years ago, but
certain…things beyond my control have prevented me from doing so. Don't worry,
after this assignment, I'll probably fulfill the requirements and graduate
happily ever after!
Obi-wan: You are telling me that Naboo, the planet which produces the best
Handmaidens in the galaxy, sent a STUDENT to the Jedi Council?
Sabe: Why are you looking at me like that? I TOLD you, it's not my fault,
really, it's just that…
Obi-wan: Let me make one thing clear, Miss Sabe. I do not think you know what
you have gotten yourself into. The 'children' are Padawans, potential Jedi
Knights. Their training is careful, how they are treated is crucial to the
development of their powers. So, whether you are a failed student or not, I
expect that you will be doing your best in what you have been trained to do. I
have a feeling that you have been sent here for a good reason, or I'm a Wookie.
Sabe: I dare say! You're not very nice.
Obi-wan: (smiling grimly) I get that a lot of times.
Sabe: (sighs) Then I'll get one thing straight, too. I don't think we'll get
along very well.
Obi-wan: Undoubtedly.
Sabe: I don't want any illusions regarding our relationship, you see.
Obi-wan: Of course.
Sabe: And I think you're the youngest fuddy duddy I've seen in my entire
lifespan!
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Please pray that I will continue this fic. Hehe. Thanks for reading.