*Author's Note(s): This may seem to be a Qui-Gon/Anakin/training story, but Obi-Wan Kenobi is involved in this.
Just thought you all should know...*
Introduction
Talas Prime was cold at night. Deathly cold. The barren wastelands were swept through with a bitter wind, a wind that chilled you to your very core.
Anakin shivered within his cloak. Coming from a hot planet, he especially hated Talas Prime for its weather.
//Thank the Force that we're leaving.// Anakin thought to himself as his teeth chattered.
His Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, stood not far from Anakin, speaking to a cargo ship captain and arranging transport.
//I do wish he'd hurry up! I'm freezing.//
To keep his mind off of the cold, Anakin viewed his surroundings, memorizing them all in an instant. Qui-Gon had always instilled the value of a photographic memory in Anakin, as it was a useful tool for a Jedi.
Qui-Gon finished his deal with the pilot, and turned back to his Padawan. "Come, Anakin, I've arranged us transport back home."
"Thank the Force." Anakin mumbled, earning a smile from Qui-Gon.
"You did well, Padawan. You should be happy that our mission was a success." said the older man.
"I am, especially since we'll be leaving this icicle planet!"
Qui-Gon chuckled softly and placed an arm on the boy's shoulders, leading him over to the ship.
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