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Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sat in a corner of the lounge side by side.
Obi-Wan looked over at his master. Though Qui-Gon's face looked blank Obi- Wan knew his master well enough to see the signs of grief. They had just finished a mission when the Council called them and told them that they would be escorting the daughter of a Jedi who had just died. Obi-Wan had seen Qui-Gon's grief when they were told who had died and had asked him about it. Qui-Gon had told him that the Jedi had been a friend of his.
Obi-Wan felt bad about the Jedi's death and the daughter's loss, but he wasn't too eager to be playing babysitter for her.
"Master, how old is the daughter?" he asked Qui-Gon.
"Her name is Raechel Hennel, I believe she is now almost 13," Qui-Gon told him. Then Qui-Gon got a faraway look that Obi-Wan knew meant he was thinking very hard about something.
Obi-Wan sighed and looked around the room.
A voice came over the speakers:
"The transport shall be here in half a standard hour. Please prepare to board."
Qui-Gon picked up his small pack; Obi-Wan did the same. They walked over to the line for the check in counter.
Obi-Wan just hoped that this would be a short trip.
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Raechel had spent the last twenty minutes flipping through her journal trying to figure out what was up. As she had done so memories that she had never had before began to emerge.
Her mother had been a Jedi Knight Historian. She had been raped while on a mission. When she had discovered she was pregnant she decided not to tell the Jedi Council and to raise and train Raechel on her own. She had been Raechel's teacher in both the Jedi ways and in academics. They had moved from planet to planet, helping out where they could. Her life had been that way for 13 years then there had been a bombing on the planet where they had been living. A large public building had been blown up. Raechel and her mother had helped with the rescue and clean up. They had used the Force to help, even though they knew it would attract the attention of the Council. Said council contacted Raechel's mother saying after they were done on the planet they wanted her and Raechel to come before them. That had been just hours before she died. She had been given a proper Jedi burial. Raechel took her ashes and scattered them over the ocean of that planet, as had been her mother's wish. Then she had hopped this transport, at the Council's orders, and left.
Raechel decided to distract herself; she looked around at her traveling companions. Then she saw a little human girl and little Bothan girl sitting between two crates with their dolls, a blanket had been spread out over their heads making a "house."
Raechel smiled at the sweet scene. Without really thinking about it she took out her pencil, turned to a clean page and started to draw it. Children began to gather around her to watch her work, she didn't mind, she liked the company.
She didn't notice that the ship had landed and that passengers were boarding and getting off. In fact she was oblivious to everything until she heard someone talk to her:
"Raechel Hennel?"
Raechel looked up and just barely hid her shock there stood Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi looking at her. She stood up, they both still towered over her. She was short for her age and was forever being mistaken for being younger than she really was.
"Yes?" she asked once she was able to speak.
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Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had gone through checking-in, customs and boarding quickly. Once on board Qui-Gon went about trying to find Raechel Hennel. No one at the Temple knew what she looked like, not even a rough description. Qui-Gon went among the passengers that appeared to have been there for a while, but most of them, even the humans, didn't understand and/or did not speak Basic.
"Over there, Master," Obi-Wan whispered to Qui-Gon, gesturing to two women, a human and a Bothan, who sat chatting, in Basic, as they mended clothes.
"Excuse me?" Qui-Gon asked. The women looked up. "I am looking for Raechel Hennel, have you seen her?"
The women looked confused. Then the Bothan woman's face cleared into recognition and a smile.
"Oh! You mean Rae!" she said.
The human woman's face immediately became one of happy recognition.
"Oh yes! Rae! Now let's see, where is she?" they both looked around.
"There she is!" the human woman finally said. "See that group of children over there?" she asked Qui-Gon.
"Yes."
"She is the one with blond hair and a blue shirt," she told him as she returned to her mending.
"Thank you," he said to the women. They both just waved him off.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked over to the group of children, who were all looking over the blond haired girl's shoulder.
"Raechel Hennel?" Qui-Gon asked.
The blond headed girl looked up at them, her eyebrows raised for a moment then lowered again. She stood up, snapping the book she had been holding closed.
"Yes?" she asked.
The children, sensing, as they most often could, that this was a "big person talk," got up and walked away.
"I am Qui-Gon Jinn," he told her, "And this is my Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi."
The girl that stood before them was dwarfed by both of them. She looked closer to ten than 13, not only because she was small for her age, but she just *looked* younger.
"It is a pleasure," she said with a smile.
Qui-Gon couldn't tell if she meant it or not, she was closed up so tightly emotionally that it was like looking at a durasteel wall.
"I am sorry about your mother. She was an amazing person...and a great friend," Qui-Gon said sadly.
Qui-Gon had thought her shields very strong...apparently she hadn't even been really trying that hard. When Qui-Gon said "mother" her shields had slammed up, increasing those she already had tenfold.
She gave him a sad smile. "Thank you."
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was thinking, 'Not another pathetic life form!'
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There ya go!
~*~
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sat in a corner of the lounge side by side.
Obi-Wan looked over at his master. Though Qui-Gon's face looked blank Obi- Wan knew his master well enough to see the signs of grief. They had just finished a mission when the Council called them and told them that they would be escorting the daughter of a Jedi who had just died. Obi-Wan had seen Qui-Gon's grief when they were told who had died and had asked him about it. Qui-Gon had told him that the Jedi had been a friend of his.
Obi-Wan felt bad about the Jedi's death and the daughter's loss, but he wasn't too eager to be playing babysitter for her.
"Master, how old is the daughter?" he asked Qui-Gon.
"Her name is Raechel Hennel, I believe she is now almost 13," Qui-Gon told him. Then Qui-Gon got a faraway look that Obi-Wan knew meant he was thinking very hard about something.
Obi-Wan sighed and looked around the room.
A voice came over the speakers:
"The transport shall be here in half a standard hour. Please prepare to board."
Qui-Gon picked up his small pack; Obi-Wan did the same. They walked over to the line for the check in counter.
Obi-Wan just hoped that this would be a short trip.
~*~
Raechel had spent the last twenty minutes flipping through her journal trying to figure out what was up. As she had done so memories that she had never had before began to emerge.
Her mother had been a Jedi Knight Historian. She had been raped while on a mission. When she had discovered she was pregnant she decided not to tell the Jedi Council and to raise and train Raechel on her own. She had been Raechel's teacher in both the Jedi ways and in academics. They had moved from planet to planet, helping out where they could. Her life had been that way for 13 years then there had been a bombing on the planet where they had been living. A large public building had been blown up. Raechel and her mother had helped with the rescue and clean up. They had used the Force to help, even though they knew it would attract the attention of the Council. Said council contacted Raechel's mother saying after they were done on the planet they wanted her and Raechel to come before them. That had been just hours before she died. She had been given a proper Jedi burial. Raechel took her ashes and scattered them over the ocean of that planet, as had been her mother's wish. Then she had hopped this transport, at the Council's orders, and left.
Raechel decided to distract herself; she looked around at her traveling companions. Then she saw a little human girl and little Bothan girl sitting between two crates with their dolls, a blanket had been spread out over their heads making a "house."
Raechel smiled at the sweet scene. Without really thinking about it she took out her pencil, turned to a clean page and started to draw it. Children began to gather around her to watch her work, she didn't mind, she liked the company.
She didn't notice that the ship had landed and that passengers were boarding and getting off. In fact she was oblivious to everything until she heard someone talk to her:
"Raechel Hennel?"
Raechel looked up and just barely hid her shock there stood Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi looking at her. She stood up, they both still towered over her. She was short for her age and was forever being mistaken for being younger than she really was.
"Yes?" she asked once she was able to speak.
~*~
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had gone through checking-in, customs and boarding quickly. Once on board Qui-Gon went about trying to find Raechel Hennel. No one at the Temple knew what she looked like, not even a rough description. Qui-Gon went among the passengers that appeared to have been there for a while, but most of them, even the humans, didn't understand and/or did not speak Basic.
"Over there, Master," Obi-Wan whispered to Qui-Gon, gesturing to two women, a human and a Bothan, who sat chatting, in Basic, as they mended clothes.
"Excuse me?" Qui-Gon asked. The women looked up. "I am looking for Raechel Hennel, have you seen her?"
The women looked confused. Then the Bothan woman's face cleared into recognition and a smile.
"Oh! You mean Rae!" she said.
The human woman's face immediately became one of happy recognition.
"Oh yes! Rae! Now let's see, where is she?" they both looked around.
"There she is!" the human woman finally said. "See that group of children over there?" she asked Qui-Gon.
"Yes."
"She is the one with blond hair and a blue shirt," she told him as she returned to her mending.
"Thank you," he said to the women. They both just waved him off.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked over to the group of children, who were all looking over the blond haired girl's shoulder.
"Raechel Hennel?" Qui-Gon asked.
The blond headed girl looked up at them, her eyebrows raised for a moment then lowered again. She stood up, snapping the book she had been holding closed.
"Yes?" she asked.
The children, sensing, as they most often could, that this was a "big person talk," got up and walked away.
"I am Qui-Gon Jinn," he told her, "And this is my Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi."
The girl that stood before them was dwarfed by both of them. She looked closer to ten than 13, not only because she was small for her age, but she just *looked* younger.
"It is a pleasure," she said with a smile.
Qui-Gon couldn't tell if she meant it or not, she was closed up so tightly emotionally that it was like looking at a durasteel wall.
"I am sorry about your mother. She was an amazing person...and a great friend," Qui-Gon said sadly.
Qui-Gon had thought her shields very strong...apparently she hadn't even been really trying that hard. When Qui-Gon said "mother" her shields had slammed up, increasing those she already had tenfold.
She gave him a sad smile. "Thank you."
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was thinking, 'Not another pathetic life form!'
~*~
There ya go!
