A Knight In Training
By ~*Visage*~
Hello everyone! It's me again! I have no idea why in the world I'm coming up with all of these ideas, but they are. I don't think a lot of people have written little Qui-Gon stories, so I took it upon myself to write a little Qui-Gon story. Yeah... I don't know if anyone had the same idea or not, So I hope I'm not stealing it... Anyway... So I don't get sued and Then I won't have to worry about taking anyones idea... (Idee in German! ^_^) I don't own Star Wars, or Qui-Gon (Or Liam Neeson for that matter...) The only ones I own are the characters you haven't heard of before like Drean Phalb and such... I don't own Tahl from the JA series who will make an appreance in later chapters (but I don't know her last name... If anyone happens to know it, would they please tell me?) Anyway, please excuse any spelling or gramar mistakes, I tried to go through it best I could, but I think I may have missed some... Please review when you're done, and as always, Enjoy!
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Five year old Qui-Gon Jinn narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms and scowled at the Creche Master. He wasn't a very happy initiate. Master Bourma Daljo just crossed her arms and stared back at him.
"I'm sorry, Qui-Gon. Rules are rules!" Qui-Gon said nothing as he continued to stair the Master down. But, if the Master wouldn't let him have his way, he had a back up plan. He could always throw a temper tantrum.
"Mashta Booma. Want Staw Fighta back!" Qui-Gon pouted, not moving from his place.
"Qui-Gon Jinn." Master Bourma said forcefully. "No." The Creche master had her hands full more than usual with Qui-Gon under her care. The small initiate was somewhat advanced with his usage of the living force, which made play time very interesting for the small initiates, and a living nightmare for the Creche Masters.
Qui-Gon sighed, starting to turn away in defeat when his eyes lit up, and he turned back to the Creche Master.
"Mashta Booma?" Qui-Gon questioned cautiously. "What if we come to peashful agweament?" His sapphire eyes sparkled with hope.
"What sort of 'Peaceful Agreement' did you have in mind, Qui-Gon?"
"You give me Staw Fighta back if I pwomish not to use de Forsh on it duwing pway time?"
Master Bourma couldn't help but chuckle. But within moments, her smile vanished as she remembered the reason why the young initiate had lost his toy in the first place. He had been playing quite nicely until he had decided that his ship needed to fly around the room like the real thing. 'Well...' Qui-Gon's lopsided smile began to tear at her heart. 'As long as he promises...'
Bourma sighed in defeat. "Alright, Qui-Gon. But if I catch that ship even an inch off the ground, it's going to be an early bedtime for you. Understand?"
Qui-Gon nodded vigorously. The only thing that mattered was that he was getting his model Star Fighter back. Master Bourma reached up onto a nearby shelf and removed Qui-Gon's favorite toy.
"Don't forget, young one." She warned one final time before handing the ship back to the boy. Quickly, Qui-Gon rushed off with his treasure before Master Bourma could change her mind.
Bourma sighed again. What a handful that boy was. Yet somehow she felt that he was going to be a strong negotiator when he grew older. The Creche Master closed her eyes, reveling in the peace she seldom felt. Almost on cue, the harmony ceased as she felt a small ripple in the Force.
"Qui-Gon Jinn!" She yelled, rushing over towards the group of five year olds huddled over in a corner. "Put Drean down this instant! Yes, I know I said I didn't want the ship floating around, but I ment people too!"
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I Originally ment to stop there, but the ideas just started coming. But, I'll post this, and If I get a good enough response, I'll post some more chapters... That way you people won't have to see what you don't want to... (~*Visage*~)
By ~*Visage*~
Hello everyone! It's me again! I have no idea why in the world I'm coming up with all of these ideas, but they are. I don't think a lot of people have written little Qui-Gon stories, so I took it upon myself to write a little Qui-Gon story. Yeah... I don't know if anyone had the same idea or not, So I hope I'm not stealing it... Anyway... So I don't get sued and Then I won't have to worry about taking anyones idea... (Idee in German! ^_^) I don't own Star Wars, or Qui-Gon (Or Liam Neeson for that matter...) The only ones I own are the characters you haven't heard of before like Drean Phalb and such... I don't own Tahl from the JA series who will make an appreance in later chapters (but I don't know her last name... If anyone happens to know it, would they please tell me?) Anyway, please excuse any spelling or gramar mistakes, I tried to go through it best I could, but I think I may have missed some... Please review when you're done, and as always, Enjoy!
***
Five year old Qui-Gon Jinn narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms and scowled at the Creche Master. He wasn't a very happy initiate. Master Bourma Daljo just crossed her arms and stared back at him.
"I'm sorry, Qui-Gon. Rules are rules!" Qui-Gon said nothing as he continued to stair the Master down. But, if the Master wouldn't let him have his way, he had a back up plan. He could always throw a temper tantrum.
"Mashta Booma. Want Staw Fighta back!" Qui-Gon pouted, not moving from his place.
"Qui-Gon Jinn." Master Bourma said forcefully. "No." The Creche master had her hands full more than usual with Qui-Gon under her care. The small initiate was somewhat advanced with his usage of the living force, which made play time very interesting for the small initiates, and a living nightmare for the Creche Masters.
Qui-Gon sighed, starting to turn away in defeat when his eyes lit up, and he turned back to the Creche Master.
"Mashta Booma?" Qui-Gon questioned cautiously. "What if we come to peashful agweament?" His sapphire eyes sparkled with hope.
"What sort of 'Peaceful Agreement' did you have in mind, Qui-Gon?"
"You give me Staw Fighta back if I pwomish not to use de Forsh on it duwing pway time?"
Master Bourma couldn't help but chuckle. But within moments, her smile vanished as she remembered the reason why the young initiate had lost his toy in the first place. He had been playing quite nicely until he had decided that his ship needed to fly around the room like the real thing. 'Well...' Qui-Gon's lopsided smile began to tear at her heart. 'As long as he promises...'
Bourma sighed in defeat. "Alright, Qui-Gon. But if I catch that ship even an inch off the ground, it's going to be an early bedtime for you. Understand?"
Qui-Gon nodded vigorously. The only thing that mattered was that he was getting his model Star Fighter back. Master Bourma reached up onto a nearby shelf and removed Qui-Gon's favorite toy.
"Don't forget, young one." She warned one final time before handing the ship back to the boy. Quickly, Qui-Gon rushed off with his treasure before Master Bourma could change her mind.
Bourma sighed again. What a handful that boy was. Yet somehow she felt that he was going to be a strong negotiator when he grew older. The Creche Master closed her eyes, reveling in the peace she seldom felt. Almost on cue, the harmony ceased as she felt a small ripple in the Force.
"Qui-Gon Jinn!" She yelled, rushing over towards the group of five year olds huddled over in a corner. "Put Drean down this instant! Yes, I know I said I didn't want the ship floating around, but I ment people too!"
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I Originally ment to stop there, but the ideas just started coming. But, I'll post this, and If I get a good enough response, I'll post some more chapters... That way you people won't have to see what you don't want to... (~*Visage*~)
