I love my rocky road ice cream. I just adore the fluffy sugar puffs, and kofka nuts just plain ol' taste good with chocolate. What in the galaxy did Jedi do before there was chocolate ice cream? As I slowly dip my spoon back into the bowl for another bite, the presence of another Jedi at the table finally registers in my sugar-fogged brain. I quickly glance up. Suddenly the ice cream takes second place in my thoughts. It's that Corellian Jedi I had seen in the halls! She is dressed differently now, in the traditional Corellian tan pants and white shirt. Only the black vest was missing, but I guess that if she put that on the council would throw into the brig for being a bad influence on the initiates. She would look too much like a spacer, or a smuggler or something.

I nod in her direction. Slowly, she looks up from her steaming cup of hot cocoa, and kinda half smiles, half frowns in my direction. I guess she isn't in the mood for talking. That does not help my search for bio specs any. Before I can think of a topic of conversation that I might get more than a one-word reply to, I feel a disturbance in the Force. Headed my way. With malicious intent. Uh oh. Looks like Qui found that little "surprise" I left in his boot locker. Its not MY fault I that I didn't know Qui was allergic to quaffa pollen. It is also not my fault that the little pink trilla bunny I stuffed in his locker was covered in it. Maybe, just maybe, it was my fault that the bunny was in his locker in the first place, but he deserved it! A girl has to get some kind of revenge! After all, it isn't very nice to, well, never mind. It is a pointless debate, and I am wasting time!

Hurriedly, I dump my bowl into the wash bin and race out the doors opposite the incoming angry master storm.

"ROBIN JAYHAWK" I hear Qui-Gon Jinn, one of the Jedi's top negotiators, roar in my direction. I chance a quick peek over my shoulder. Oh man. Qui's face is still slightly blotchy from the allergic reaction. He looks absolutely furious, and he has spotted me! Scrambling for options, I use the Force to speed up my sprint through the temple's halls.

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The chase has been on for hours. I am dead tired, but I don't stop for fear of being caught by the still pursuing Qui-Gon "Madder than a hornet's nest" Jinn. Wearily, I push into one of the training halls. I race through, thinking there is no one in there, until I hear the clash and hiss of lightsabers. There is that Corellian Jedi again! Suddenly I remember her name, and with that memory comes a flash of hope. I race up to her and what I take to be her young apprentice.

"You're a Halcyon, right?" I breathlessly query, coming up at a full sprint. "Please, help me hide! I have a lot of angry Master on my tail!"