Qui-Gon lay still on the couch. He had fallen asleep watching his
favorite classic, Old Yeller. Obi-Wan was just waking up.
Obi-wan walked out of his room sleepily rubbing his eyes while wearing his favorite neon green fuzzy green slippers and blue flannel pajama bottoms.
Obi-Wan slowly made his way to the kitchen to fix himself a bowl of frosted flakes. He then made his way over to the couch to watch some Saturday morning television. He didn't look before he sat down and when he did he almost jumped out of his skin. The cereal went flying but stopped in mid-air. Obi-Wan stopped and looked at the bowl and spoon suspended in mid- air then looked at his master, Qui-Gon.
With a sigh of relief, "Thank you master, but what in the name of all that is good were you sleeping on the couch for?"
"Sorry about that Obi-Wan, I was watching my favorite classic movie Old Yeller, and I guess I dozed off."
Qui-Gon got up and set the cereal bowl on the coffee table and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came out Obi-Wan was watching a hologram. It was from Mace Windu of the Jedi Council.
"And what would he want now my padawaan?" Qui-Gon said sarcastically.
"All he is really saying through all the red tape is that Master Yoda wants to send us on a mission and we know the drill of going to the council first and getting the run down of everything."
"And at what time would they like us there?" Qui-Gon questioned.
"In about an hour and a half, as usual." Obi-wan said as he popped out the message.
An hour and a half later.
"We would like you to go to the small planet of Kendorin to tend to some business there. There is a disturbance with the royal family. Their heir to the throne has gone missing. They have no clue where she has gone. All they know is that she had a fight with her mother and stormed off that night and then turned up missing the next morning." Master Windu said calmly yet in his own way of urgency.
"So what is so urgent Master Windu? A runaway girl really doesn't sound like something Jedi are supposed to be handling." Obi-Wan interjected simply.
"Well, Obi-wan, it isn't just about a runaway heir to a throne. It is about her life and the life of the civilization of this planet. You will get details when you arrive."
"Wish us luck then." Obi-Wan said.
Qui-Gon gave his young padawaan a look that said to keep his mouth shut. Obi-Wan shot an apologetic look back at his master.
The two Jedi left and went out to the docking bay to pick up a ship that would take them to Kendorin.
Qui-Gon approached a man that was wearing a black pair of slacks that were ripped up and worn. His shirt was greasy and no longer its vibrant baby blue. He wore a felt hat that was also worn and covered his eyes. You could see him periodically fix the hat so that he could see what he was working on. His ship wasn't the best looking thing but from the way the man took care of it, it must be great when in space.
"Hi, my name is Qui-Gon Jinn and my padawaan and I are looking for a ship that can take us to Kendorin, and get there fast."
"So why did you come up to me? Why do I or my ship look remotely interesting?"
"Your ship may not be beautiful on the outside but I have seen ships and people similar to you and they are the best fliers."
"Can you pay?"
"500 credits on the way."
The man rubbed the stubble on his chin and thought about this proposition for a moment then accepted.
Obi-wan walked out of his room sleepily rubbing his eyes while wearing his favorite neon green fuzzy green slippers and blue flannel pajama bottoms.
Obi-Wan slowly made his way to the kitchen to fix himself a bowl of frosted flakes. He then made his way over to the couch to watch some Saturday morning television. He didn't look before he sat down and when he did he almost jumped out of his skin. The cereal went flying but stopped in mid-air. Obi-Wan stopped and looked at the bowl and spoon suspended in mid- air then looked at his master, Qui-Gon.
With a sigh of relief, "Thank you master, but what in the name of all that is good were you sleeping on the couch for?"
"Sorry about that Obi-Wan, I was watching my favorite classic movie Old Yeller, and I guess I dozed off."
Qui-Gon got up and set the cereal bowl on the coffee table and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came out Obi-Wan was watching a hologram. It was from Mace Windu of the Jedi Council.
"And what would he want now my padawaan?" Qui-Gon said sarcastically.
"All he is really saying through all the red tape is that Master Yoda wants to send us on a mission and we know the drill of going to the council first and getting the run down of everything."
"And at what time would they like us there?" Qui-Gon questioned.
"In about an hour and a half, as usual." Obi-wan said as he popped out the message.
An hour and a half later.
"We would like you to go to the small planet of Kendorin to tend to some business there. There is a disturbance with the royal family. Their heir to the throne has gone missing. They have no clue where she has gone. All they know is that she had a fight with her mother and stormed off that night and then turned up missing the next morning." Master Windu said calmly yet in his own way of urgency.
"So what is so urgent Master Windu? A runaway girl really doesn't sound like something Jedi are supposed to be handling." Obi-Wan interjected simply.
"Well, Obi-wan, it isn't just about a runaway heir to a throne. It is about her life and the life of the civilization of this planet. You will get details when you arrive."
"Wish us luck then." Obi-Wan said.
Qui-Gon gave his young padawaan a look that said to keep his mouth shut. Obi-Wan shot an apologetic look back at his master.
The two Jedi left and went out to the docking bay to pick up a ship that would take them to Kendorin.
Qui-Gon approached a man that was wearing a black pair of slacks that were ripped up and worn. His shirt was greasy and no longer its vibrant baby blue. He wore a felt hat that was also worn and covered his eyes. You could see him periodically fix the hat so that he could see what he was working on. His ship wasn't the best looking thing but from the way the man took care of it, it must be great when in space.
"Hi, my name is Qui-Gon Jinn and my padawaan and I are looking for a ship that can take us to Kendorin, and get there fast."
"So why did you come up to me? Why do I or my ship look remotely interesting?"
"Your ship may not be beautiful on the outside but I have seen ships and people similar to you and they are the best fliers."
"Can you pay?"
"500 credits on the way."
The man rubbed the stubble on his chin and thought about this proposition for a moment then accepted.
