Chapter 1
"Not ready. Feelings are too great. Great!" Chloe mumbled to herself as she made her way down the corridor from the Jedi Council chambers, unaware of the presence in front of her. The one she had just bumped into.
"Oof!" The dark cloaked man grunted as he stumbled back. His face rising to meet his assailant.
""Master Kenobi!" Chloe said in shock, raising her hand to her mouth. She looked at the Jedi Master who was only a few inches taller than her. His long dirty blonde hair mussed, a small smirk lying on his lips that lay nestled between his beard. His blue eyes dancing in delight. He was an extremely handsome man, that is if Chloe were allowed to think so.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that!" He said, a small smile still playing on his lips.
"Obi-Wan." She said smiling as well, correcting herself. Then softly she whispered the nickname she had given him. "Ben." His blue eyes looked soulfully into hers as she said this, before clearing his throat and diverting his eyes as she did the same. "So, where is Anakin?" Chloe asked, changing the subject.
"Actually he is escorting your sister back to Naboo. But he will join us here, on Coruscant, shortly after." Obi-Wan said as he lead Chloe away from the busy cooridor, to sit in an isolated corner. Or as isolated as you could get in the Jedi Temple.
"Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong decision. Or rather if Padme made the right one. Becoming a politician. She gets to go home. To see mother and father. Our sister Sola. Our two nieces Ryoo and Pooja." Chloe said as she sat down, as Obi-Wan followed.
"Are you regretting becoming a Jedi?" He asked.
"No! Never! This is my life. And I would never give it up. It's just, I was taken at such a young age to be trained. Younger than most. And I sometimes wonder what it would have been liked if I had a more normal life. Not that Padme's life is at any way normal. But…"
"Chloe, you could never be normal." Obi-Wan said as a light blush flushed across his face. "I mean, this is who you are. Who you are meant to be. I- -we- -wouldn't want you any other way."
"Thank you." She said, grateful for the reassurance.
"What is bringing all of these insecurities out? Is it from your battle on Geonosis? Seeing your sister after all this time? The loss of your master?" He said lowering his voice.
"I guess that is what brought on my crisis of faith. But you have put me at ease." She said smiling. "Or perhaps it was my meeting with the council that has affected me so."
"You met with the council? Are they going to let you take the Trials?" Obi-Wan asked hopefully.
"No!" She said ducking her head. She felt Obi-Wan's hands reach out and grab either side of her face, lifting it to meet his.
"I don't understand. You're more than ready. You've surpassed even some of the Master Jedi."
"They said I lead too much with my feelings. That I must learn to control them." She said, her blue eyes starring into his. As her words sunk in, he lowered his hands and turned his face away. "They said they will be assigning me a new Master. But I am uncertain of whom." She continued.
"Well, I myself am to meet with the council shortly. Perhaps…Maybe they will recommend Anakin for the Trials. He has battled a Dark Lord, although he was injured. Although I was as well." He chuckled softly as Chloe reached out to touch his arm, where she knew one of his lightsaber injuries lie. But quickly pulled her hand back as he continued. "He has grown greatly."
"Yes." Chloe nodded.
"Well yes then. Perhaps I should make my way to council chambers. Maybe they will have some good news." Obi-Wan said standing up, as Chloe followed. "And if asked, I would be greatly honored to be your Master, Chloe Amidala."
"Here's hoping for good news then, right?" Chloe said crossing her fingers. "But the honor would indeed be all mine."
"Yes, well." Obi-Wan said clearing his throat. "I am certain the news can be no worse that what had occurred on Geonosis." Obi-Wan said with a sad smile.
"The loss of my Master has hurt me greatly. Added to the fact that he perished in my arms. You as well know the pain of this." Chloe said as she saw Obi-Wan's eyes darkened with the memory of his own Master's, Qui- Gon Jinn, death. "But I will accept anything the council throws at me. Even you!" Chloe said lightening the mood.
"Well then, perhaps I should go see what our fate has in store then." Obi-Wan said turning and walking away. "Good-bye Chloe." He called over his shoulder.
"Farewell Master Kenobi!" She called back, hearing him groan softly, as she ran down the opposite hallway.
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"So, you are saying that Anakin is not ready for the Trials." Obi-Wan reiterated as he stood before the council.
"Suffered a great loss he has. Clouded his future is. Feelings cloud they do." Yoda explained.
"When your Padawan comes back from Naboo, you will have to train him further, harder. He has indeed taken a step back. He must learn how to control his feelings." Mace Windu replied.
"Yes, masters. But the problem is, he does not listen. He is too head strong. But he is a good Jedi. He has control. I feel as though there is nothing more that he can learn from me."
"Your Padawan he will remain. Ready for the Trials, he is not. Like Padawan Chloe he is. Too emotional they are. Learn they must. Then Jedis they will be. Focus on Anakin you will. Control your feelings as well you must Obi-Wan. No concern of yours is Chloe Amidala. Much to learn you all have." Yoda explained.
"Yes master. I understand." Obi-Wan said, bowing before the council then turning to walk through the doors as another Jedi Master entered. Dressed in a dark brown cloak, he bowed his head, his shaggy light blonde hair swaying slightly, as Obi-Wan passed and did the same. As he stood upright his blue eyes lay determined upon the council, as his angular jaw set beneath the light stubble that lay upon it.
"Ah, Master Brady Black, we've been expecting you." Master Windu said as the man bowed before them. "We have a new mission for you."
"Not ready. Feelings are too great. Great!" Chloe mumbled to herself as she made her way down the corridor from the Jedi Council chambers, unaware of the presence in front of her. The one she had just bumped into.
"Oof!" The dark cloaked man grunted as he stumbled back. His face rising to meet his assailant.
""Master Kenobi!" Chloe said in shock, raising her hand to her mouth. She looked at the Jedi Master who was only a few inches taller than her. His long dirty blonde hair mussed, a small smirk lying on his lips that lay nestled between his beard. His blue eyes dancing in delight. He was an extremely handsome man, that is if Chloe were allowed to think so.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that!" He said, a small smile still playing on his lips.
"Obi-Wan." She said smiling as well, correcting herself. Then softly she whispered the nickname she had given him. "Ben." His blue eyes looked soulfully into hers as she said this, before clearing his throat and diverting his eyes as she did the same. "So, where is Anakin?" Chloe asked, changing the subject.
"Actually he is escorting your sister back to Naboo. But he will join us here, on Coruscant, shortly after." Obi-Wan said as he lead Chloe away from the busy cooridor, to sit in an isolated corner. Or as isolated as you could get in the Jedi Temple.
"Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong decision. Or rather if Padme made the right one. Becoming a politician. She gets to go home. To see mother and father. Our sister Sola. Our two nieces Ryoo and Pooja." Chloe said as she sat down, as Obi-Wan followed.
"Are you regretting becoming a Jedi?" He asked.
"No! Never! This is my life. And I would never give it up. It's just, I was taken at such a young age to be trained. Younger than most. And I sometimes wonder what it would have been liked if I had a more normal life. Not that Padme's life is at any way normal. But…"
"Chloe, you could never be normal." Obi-Wan said as a light blush flushed across his face. "I mean, this is who you are. Who you are meant to be. I- -we- -wouldn't want you any other way."
"Thank you." She said, grateful for the reassurance.
"What is bringing all of these insecurities out? Is it from your battle on Geonosis? Seeing your sister after all this time? The loss of your master?" He said lowering his voice.
"I guess that is what brought on my crisis of faith. But you have put me at ease." She said smiling. "Or perhaps it was my meeting with the council that has affected me so."
"You met with the council? Are they going to let you take the Trials?" Obi-Wan asked hopefully.
"No!" She said ducking her head. She felt Obi-Wan's hands reach out and grab either side of her face, lifting it to meet his.
"I don't understand. You're more than ready. You've surpassed even some of the Master Jedi."
"They said I lead too much with my feelings. That I must learn to control them." She said, her blue eyes starring into his. As her words sunk in, he lowered his hands and turned his face away. "They said they will be assigning me a new Master. But I am uncertain of whom." She continued.
"Well, I myself am to meet with the council shortly. Perhaps…Maybe they will recommend Anakin for the Trials. He has battled a Dark Lord, although he was injured. Although I was as well." He chuckled softly as Chloe reached out to touch his arm, where she knew one of his lightsaber injuries lie. But quickly pulled her hand back as he continued. "He has grown greatly."
"Yes." Chloe nodded.
"Well yes then. Perhaps I should make my way to council chambers. Maybe they will have some good news." Obi-Wan said standing up, as Chloe followed. "And if asked, I would be greatly honored to be your Master, Chloe Amidala."
"Here's hoping for good news then, right?" Chloe said crossing her fingers. "But the honor would indeed be all mine."
"Yes, well." Obi-Wan said clearing his throat. "I am certain the news can be no worse that what had occurred on Geonosis." Obi-Wan said with a sad smile.
"The loss of my Master has hurt me greatly. Added to the fact that he perished in my arms. You as well know the pain of this." Chloe said as she saw Obi-Wan's eyes darkened with the memory of his own Master's, Qui- Gon Jinn, death. "But I will accept anything the council throws at me. Even you!" Chloe said lightening the mood.
"Well then, perhaps I should go see what our fate has in store then." Obi-Wan said turning and walking away. "Good-bye Chloe." He called over his shoulder.
"Farewell Master Kenobi!" She called back, hearing him groan softly, as she ran down the opposite hallway.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"So, you are saying that Anakin is not ready for the Trials." Obi-Wan reiterated as he stood before the council.
"Suffered a great loss he has. Clouded his future is. Feelings cloud they do." Yoda explained.
"When your Padawan comes back from Naboo, you will have to train him further, harder. He has indeed taken a step back. He must learn how to control his feelings." Mace Windu replied.
"Yes, masters. But the problem is, he does not listen. He is too head strong. But he is a good Jedi. He has control. I feel as though there is nothing more that he can learn from me."
"Your Padawan he will remain. Ready for the Trials, he is not. Like Padawan Chloe he is. Too emotional they are. Learn they must. Then Jedis they will be. Focus on Anakin you will. Control your feelings as well you must Obi-Wan. No concern of yours is Chloe Amidala. Much to learn you all have." Yoda explained.
"Yes master. I understand." Obi-Wan said, bowing before the council then turning to walk through the doors as another Jedi Master entered. Dressed in a dark brown cloak, he bowed his head, his shaggy light blonde hair swaying slightly, as Obi-Wan passed and did the same. As he stood upright his blue eyes lay determined upon the council, as his angular jaw set beneath the light stubble that lay upon it.
"Ah, Master Brady Black, we've been expecting you." Master Windu said as the man bowed before them. "We have a new mission for you."