Chapter Fourteen : Reinforcements? No! It's Just Those Two!
"We're here Reeft!" Garen said with excitement. His eyes stared at the beautiful planet before him and he moved one hand to towards the back of his seat, using it to shake the sleeping Reeft awake. "This starfighter is awesome! Not to mention the weapon system. High intensity lasers, high density gravity bombs, rear lasers, and not to mention the hyperdrive generator that was specially installed on this one."
Uninterested, Reeft closed his eyes and resumed his sleep.
"By the way, that extra space in back of you is supposed to be a third seat. Probably for extra passengers or something. This starfighter was specially ordered for certain Jedi and the council ordered them so that they fit the needs of their pilots. I wonder who this model is for?"
Reeft opened his eyes once more. He knew he couldn't get out of this one. Once Garen started talking about starfighters or just flying anything in general there was no knowing how long the seemingly endless droning would end. "Check the those papers over there Garen," the sleepy Jedi suggested. "Now please, I need to sleep! Don't wake me up until we reach the planets surface."
"All right... Let's see," Garen then switched the fighter into auto pilot and shuffled through the papers sitting in a compartment on the side of his seat, looking for the one that would answer his question. "Here we go," he said as he found the paper he was looking for. His eyes widened in disbelief. "This starfighter is reserved for Obi-Wan. It is a gift they will reward to him when he claims the title of Jedi Knight! This must be a mistake." Garen searched the other papers, thinking that there was some sort of mistake.
Reeft awoke, not surprised that Obi-wan would soon own such a magnificent ship. He could tell though, that there was a bit of jealousy welling up inside of Garen. "Too bad it's not for you. Such jealousy is in your eyes. Why do they turn into such a bright shade of green?" Reeft teased. He couldn't help himself. He knew how badly Garen wanted to be a pilot. Especially a pilot of such a beautifully crafted starfighter.
"Shut-up Reeft!" Garen yelled back. He wasn't angry, just a bit annoyed. "I'm sure they're making one just for me. One that's much better than this piece of junk."
"I'm sure they are," Reeft teased again, his attention now towards the surface of the planet that they would soon hit if someone weren't to guide the ship in its landing. "Have you noticed that we are about to hit the planet's surface? You do not wish to crash Obi-Wan's new ship, do you?"
"Force! What am I doing?" Garen roared. He turned off the auto-pilot and piloted the ship himself. He was annoyed and felt stupid at the same time. Reeft tried to conceal his chuckle, but Garen heard it. In his head he yelled at himself for letting such a small thing get to him. "Whatever... I'm landing in that clearing surrounded by forests. Hang on." Trying to show off, Garen tried to land the ship with a strange maneuvering technique.
Reeft was far from impressed. He had to admit, no matter how much Obi-Wan hated flying, his light haired friend could have still made a far better landing than the childish Jedi who sat in the pilot's seat. He wondered how an intelligent being such as he could ever be seen associating with one such as Garen. He knew the answer to that question and it was an easy one. Garen was possibly the most adventurous person in the whole academy, always getting himself into trouble and always finding a way to get out of it. He was lighthearted and very talkative at times and those were some characteristics that made Reeft's friendship with him stronger throughout the years.
Garen landed the tiny spacecraft on a small patch of grass in the clearing. Still inside the safety of the ship, the two Jedi Padawans looked around their surroundings, searching for any possible threat. Sensing no danger, the two left the ship.
There was an unmistakable scent in the air. It smelled of burnt wood, possibly from a campfire. Reeft used his nose to track the source of the smell and used the force to guide his footsteps. "Garen follow me," he directed. "We must find that campsite. I sense a familiar presence there." Garen obediently followed, though a bit annoyed at the other for giving orders.
Reeft's nose, with a little help from the force and his feet, led the two into another smaller clearing in the forest. In the center of it there lie a campfire, freshly used. That was not enough to give them any clue of who may have been using it and so the two searched the surrounding area.
"Look over here," Garen called out to Reeft. Garen had spotted some used emergency equipment, used for treating small cuts, scrapes or bruises on the floor. Garen knelt down to examine the objects. "This stuff's from the Jedi temple."
Reeft knelt down beside his friend and carefully picked up one of the objects. "Only Jedi would use such material." He got up, looking to see if anything else could be found. His eyes wandered through the forests around him. He found nothing else.
"This means that they must be nearby." Garen noticed a shimmering blue on the ground. "This must be a piece of Bant's hair!" he exclaimed as he got up and showed the piece to Reeft.
Reeft closed his eyes, searching for his friends' force signature. "I can sense them nearby," he said, opening his eyes. "Come. Make haste and follow me."
Garen felt the need to defy Reeft. "Who put him in charge of this mission anyway?" he thought silently to himself. "After all this was MY IDEA!"
Reeft could sense Garen's feelings, but ignored them and slowly walked towards the endless forest ahead. Both Jedi were unaware of the danger that was soon to come. But wherever there were Jedi there would always be trouble lurking nearby.
"We're here Reeft!" Garen said with excitement. His eyes stared at the beautiful planet before him and he moved one hand to towards the back of his seat, using it to shake the sleeping Reeft awake. "This starfighter is awesome! Not to mention the weapon system. High intensity lasers, high density gravity bombs, rear lasers, and not to mention the hyperdrive generator that was specially installed on this one."
Uninterested, Reeft closed his eyes and resumed his sleep.
"By the way, that extra space in back of you is supposed to be a third seat. Probably for extra passengers or something. This starfighter was specially ordered for certain Jedi and the council ordered them so that they fit the needs of their pilots. I wonder who this model is for?"
Reeft opened his eyes once more. He knew he couldn't get out of this one. Once Garen started talking about starfighters or just flying anything in general there was no knowing how long the seemingly endless droning would end. "Check the those papers over there Garen," the sleepy Jedi suggested. "Now please, I need to sleep! Don't wake me up until we reach the planets surface."
"All right... Let's see," Garen then switched the fighter into auto pilot and shuffled through the papers sitting in a compartment on the side of his seat, looking for the one that would answer his question. "Here we go," he said as he found the paper he was looking for. His eyes widened in disbelief. "This starfighter is reserved for Obi-Wan. It is a gift they will reward to him when he claims the title of Jedi Knight! This must be a mistake." Garen searched the other papers, thinking that there was some sort of mistake.
Reeft awoke, not surprised that Obi-wan would soon own such a magnificent ship. He could tell though, that there was a bit of jealousy welling up inside of Garen. "Too bad it's not for you. Such jealousy is in your eyes. Why do they turn into such a bright shade of green?" Reeft teased. He couldn't help himself. He knew how badly Garen wanted to be a pilot. Especially a pilot of such a beautifully crafted starfighter.
"Shut-up Reeft!" Garen yelled back. He wasn't angry, just a bit annoyed. "I'm sure they're making one just for me. One that's much better than this piece of junk."
"I'm sure they are," Reeft teased again, his attention now towards the surface of the planet that they would soon hit if someone weren't to guide the ship in its landing. "Have you noticed that we are about to hit the planet's surface? You do not wish to crash Obi-Wan's new ship, do you?"
"Force! What am I doing?" Garen roared. He turned off the auto-pilot and piloted the ship himself. He was annoyed and felt stupid at the same time. Reeft tried to conceal his chuckle, but Garen heard it. In his head he yelled at himself for letting such a small thing get to him. "Whatever... I'm landing in that clearing surrounded by forests. Hang on." Trying to show off, Garen tried to land the ship with a strange maneuvering technique.
Reeft was far from impressed. He had to admit, no matter how much Obi-Wan hated flying, his light haired friend could have still made a far better landing than the childish Jedi who sat in the pilot's seat. He wondered how an intelligent being such as he could ever be seen associating with one such as Garen. He knew the answer to that question and it was an easy one. Garen was possibly the most adventurous person in the whole academy, always getting himself into trouble and always finding a way to get out of it. He was lighthearted and very talkative at times and those were some characteristics that made Reeft's friendship with him stronger throughout the years.
Garen landed the tiny spacecraft on a small patch of grass in the clearing. Still inside the safety of the ship, the two Jedi Padawans looked around their surroundings, searching for any possible threat. Sensing no danger, the two left the ship.
There was an unmistakable scent in the air. It smelled of burnt wood, possibly from a campfire. Reeft used his nose to track the source of the smell and used the force to guide his footsteps. "Garen follow me," he directed. "We must find that campsite. I sense a familiar presence there." Garen obediently followed, though a bit annoyed at the other for giving orders.
Reeft's nose, with a little help from the force and his feet, led the two into another smaller clearing in the forest. In the center of it there lie a campfire, freshly used. That was not enough to give them any clue of who may have been using it and so the two searched the surrounding area.
"Look over here," Garen called out to Reeft. Garen had spotted some used emergency equipment, used for treating small cuts, scrapes or bruises on the floor. Garen knelt down to examine the objects. "This stuff's from the Jedi temple."
Reeft knelt down beside his friend and carefully picked up one of the objects. "Only Jedi would use such material." He got up, looking to see if anything else could be found. His eyes wandered through the forests around him. He found nothing else.
"This means that they must be nearby." Garen noticed a shimmering blue on the ground. "This must be a piece of Bant's hair!" he exclaimed as he got up and showed the piece to Reeft.
Reeft closed his eyes, searching for his friends' force signature. "I can sense them nearby," he said, opening his eyes. "Come. Make haste and follow me."
Garen felt the need to defy Reeft. "Who put him in charge of this mission anyway?" he thought silently to himself. "After all this was MY IDEA!"
Reeft could sense Garen's feelings, but ignored them and slowly walked towards the endless forest ahead. Both Jedi were unaware of the danger that was soon to come. But wherever there were Jedi there would always be trouble lurking nearby.