"A Jedi's Dream: Part Three"

And now for the continuation:

Your welcome, was all Bruck could think of to say in reply.

Qui-Gon had been looking for Yoda for about 15 standard minutes. But Yoda was not to be found. So Qui-Gon decided to wander about the Temple until his newly acquired apprentice was ready to go.

Interesting, how Anie reacted to whatever Bruck told her. Qui-Gon mused. He could've reached into Anie's mind and found out exactly what had surprised her so, but he didn't. Qui-Gon respected his student too much to do that.

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Analyse shook her head, as if to clear it. Standing up, she returned to packing her bag.

Finishing, she sent Qui-Gon a mental message saying that she had one more thing she needed to do, and headed out to the garden.

When she got there, Anie stood for a second and stretched out with the Force. Once she got a fix on Bruck's position, Anie took a deep breath and headed off in the same general direction.

She soon found where Bruck was hiding. Slipping behind the water, Anie promptly stumbled over Bruck.

"Hi," she said upon regaining her balance.

"Hi," he replied. "I didn't think you would find me here."

"Well, I hate to admit it, but it wasn't particularly hard." Anie couldn't bring herself to look at Bruck's face, for fear of what she'd see.

"I suppose it wouldn't be, considering-" Bruck caught himself.

"Considering what?" Anie asked, her interest awakened.

"Considering . . . umm . . ." he struggled to make up a feasible excuse.

"WHAT?!?!?!" Anie demanded.

Bruck sighed. "Never mind. It's not anything important."

"Whatever you say." Anie conceded. "Look, I just wanted to say that I have to go, and I'll see you when Master Jinn and I come back for some R&R."

"If I'm still here, and if you come back." Bruck half-corrected.

"Yeah. Something like that."

"Look, Anie, you'd better go. I don't want you and Master Jinn to miss your transport."

"Okay. See you." Anie stood up, and slipped out from behind the waterfall.

"Yeah. See you." Bruck whispered at her retreating form.

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Anie met Qui-Gon at the entrance to the Star Room.

"Are you ready?" Qui-Gon asked her, noting the bag slung over Anie's shoulder.

"Yes, Master. I'm ready." Anie replied.

With a smile, Qui-Gon turned and headed toward the hangar where their transport was berthed and waiting.

Upon arriving, Anie's initial reaction was this: "What a piece of junk!" (To quote a VERY green Luke Skywalker)

"It'll make .5 past lightspeed," growled the owner/pilot of what appeared to be an ancestor to the Millennium Falcon.

"Analyse," came Qui-Gon's quiet and slightly amused voice. "This ship serves our purposes very well. We are only going as far as the Caridian System."

"Caridia?" Anie asked in surprise. "Just out of curiosity, is there any particular reason why?"

"Just that I thought it would be a good place to begin your training, Padawan." Qui-Gon replied frankly.

"Of course, Master." Anie said quietly. She had not meant to question his judgement.

"Okay," the pilot piped up. "We're all ready to go. We're just waiting on you."

"Of course," Qui-Gon said, and he headed up the boarding ramp. Anie followed him, a little uneasy. something about this pilot didn't seem quite right to her.

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To Be Continued . . .