Chapter 2- Jedi Temple
As Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan strode up to Mace Windu's apartment, they saw Mace come around the hall.
" Master Qui-Gon?" Mace asked, " What brings you to my apartment?" He said as he unlocked the door and the trio stepped through.
" The High Council has sent us to your apartment to pick up the supplies for our mission." Obi-Wan spoke up, " Do you have it?"
" Yes I do," Mace went to the back closet and returned shortly with two duffel bags.
" Thank you Master Windu," Qui-Gon said as he and his apprentice left the room.
" Are we going to POKINA'S, now Master?" Obi-Wan asked eagerly.
" Yes, my young apprentice," Qui-Gon replied, " After we complete our one- hour session of target practice."
" Aww," Obi-Wan groaned, " Blasters again?"
" Yes, Obi-Wan, it might even be fun." Qui-Gon grinned, reminiscing about times he used to go solo on missions, blaster in hand, lightsaber stashed away. The blasters were relatively primitive, but they were fun to use.
" Um, Master," Obi-Wan asked, " Are you there?"
Qui-Gon ignored him, " Let's go to the training grounds, we can't go on this mission unprepared."
At the training grounds, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan removed their blasters from their bundles of supplies and checked to see how much charge they had, they were full. They proceeded to shoot targets. Obi-Wan aimed through the sight, then squeezed the trigger. A powerful beam of scarlet energy shot out of the barrel and burned through the chest of a wooden figure. He looked across as Qui-Gon shot his figure in the middle of the forehead. He then rolled to the next one, and shot that one in the center of the chest. Obi-Wan tried to follow his Master's lead, but it was near impossible. His shots just kept either missing or hitting unimportant parts of the body. After a half-hour, he finally got good enough with his blaster to go to the next round, barely. Then they charged their blasters and proceeded to the Arena. The Arena was a large room, about a mile long, with obstacles set up. Overturned tables, slabs of durasteel, large chairs, and two large staircases set up on opposite sides that met in the middle and led to nothing, known as the Ramp. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan took off their robes to reveal their beige tunics and prepared for the practice shootout. There were twenty training droids inside the large arena. They were all armed with the same kind of weapons as the two Jedi.
" Obi-Wan, you take the Ramp, keep your head down. Make sure that no one knows that you are there, there will be droids coming up there later, shoot them. If I call for you, you will make sure no one is coming up the Ramp, and pop your head up to find me, once you find me, see if you can eliminate my attackers, if you can't , then do your best to help me without causing much harm to yourself. It is important that we both "survive" this session."
" Yes, Master." Obi-Wan grinned. Then the green light flicked on and the large door opened to allow them to enter the arena. Obi-Wan somersaulted over the beams and tables onto the ramp. He then shot at droids, missing most of the time, occasionally nicking one on the shoulder or something. Qui-Gon dove forward while firing at the two droids coming at him. He shot them both in the head, then grabbed on of their blasters. He threw the other to Obi-Wan and crouched behind a beam to check out the shot that hit his left arm. There was nothing but a small blister, the droid's blasters were set to the lowest power setting. He then popped out from behind and shot up the three droids coming towards him. He then leapt up to the side of the Ramp opposite of his apprentice. There were fifteen droids left, and seven were coming up to assault the Ramp.
" Master Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan called, " Jump on the support beam right above you, when they come to meet us, we'll be above them and can shoot their heads." Qui-Gon nodded, counted three breaths, then shot up and landed on the support beam. Obi-Wan was right behind him. The droids marched up and the two Jedi rained harmful beams of crimson energy down on the droid's metal heads. Qui-Gon then rolled off onto the party of four droids waiting in ambush about ten meters away from the Ramp, he took them out. Then Obi- Wan did the same, except he rolled onto the opposite party. That's when the droid's got smart and began to fire at Obi-Wan. He danced like a drunken Ewok.
" Master," he called frantically, " Help!" Qui-Gon fired his blasters at the droids, not hitting them, but hoping to draw their attention. It worked for the most part. Two of the droids came over to Qui-Gon, he fired at them, immediately stopping because he blasters were empty.
" Great," he muttered as he used the Force to hurl both pistols at the oncoming droids, the stopped when the barrel of the blaster came out on the other side of their head. Obi-Wan then back-flipped over the small wall behind him and shot threw the small window at he droids. Surprisingly, both bolts hit their mark and the droids were rendered useless. Before the duo even had time to celebrate, a voice boomed at the door.
" Nice job." It was Saesee Tinn, " You two did very well, the only problem was that now the Jedi are two training droids short of a squad. Anyway, you two should shower, then you are free to spend your time the way you like. Leave at approximately the sixteenth hour. May the Force be with you two on your mission." With that, he left, followed by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. They took a quick shower and changed into fresh robes.
" Now do we get to go to POKINA'S?" Obi-Wan asked as he dried his hair.
" Yes, now we get to go to POKINA'S." Qui-Gon grinned as the duo walked to their rooms to get their supplies delivered to the spaceport, and to get Qui-Gon's wallet. " Don't eat too much, I don't want to have to live on Nurti-Bars when we reach Ord-Mantell."
" I'll only order what I can eat," Obi-Wan promised.
" Force help me," Qui-Go sighed.
That ends chapter 2 I'm gonna go try to write chapter three of Ring Squadron. cya
As Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan strode up to Mace Windu's apartment, they saw Mace come around the hall.
" Master Qui-Gon?" Mace asked, " What brings you to my apartment?" He said as he unlocked the door and the trio stepped through.
" The High Council has sent us to your apartment to pick up the supplies for our mission." Obi-Wan spoke up, " Do you have it?"
" Yes I do," Mace went to the back closet and returned shortly with two duffel bags.
" Thank you Master Windu," Qui-Gon said as he and his apprentice left the room.
" Are we going to POKINA'S, now Master?" Obi-Wan asked eagerly.
" Yes, my young apprentice," Qui-Gon replied, " After we complete our one- hour session of target practice."
" Aww," Obi-Wan groaned, " Blasters again?"
" Yes, Obi-Wan, it might even be fun." Qui-Gon grinned, reminiscing about times he used to go solo on missions, blaster in hand, lightsaber stashed away. The blasters were relatively primitive, but they were fun to use.
" Um, Master," Obi-Wan asked, " Are you there?"
Qui-Gon ignored him, " Let's go to the training grounds, we can't go on this mission unprepared."
At the training grounds, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan removed their blasters from their bundles of supplies and checked to see how much charge they had, they were full. They proceeded to shoot targets. Obi-Wan aimed through the sight, then squeezed the trigger. A powerful beam of scarlet energy shot out of the barrel and burned through the chest of a wooden figure. He looked across as Qui-Gon shot his figure in the middle of the forehead. He then rolled to the next one, and shot that one in the center of the chest. Obi-Wan tried to follow his Master's lead, but it was near impossible. His shots just kept either missing or hitting unimportant parts of the body. After a half-hour, he finally got good enough with his blaster to go to the next round, barely. Then they charged their blasters and proceeded to the Arena. The Arena was a large room, about a mile long, with obstacles set up. Overturned tables, slabs of durasteel, large chairs, and two large staircases set up on opposite sides that met in the middle and led to nothing, known as the Ramp. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan took off their robes to reveal their beige tunics and prepared for the practice shootout. There were twenty training droids inside the large arena. They were all armed with the same kind of weapons as the two Jedi.
" Obi-Wan, you take the Ramp, keep your head down. Make sure that no one knows that you are there, there will be droids coming up there later, shoot them. If I call for you, you will make sure no one is coming up the Ramp, and pop your head up to find me, once you find me, see if you can eliminate my attackers, if you can't , then do your best to help me without causing much harm to yourself. It is important that we both "survive" this session."
" Yes, Master." Obi-Wan grinned. Then the green light flicked on and the large door opened to allow them to enter the arena. Obi-Wan somersaulted over the beams and tables onto the ramp. He then shot at droids, missing most of the time, occasionally nicking one on the shoulder or something. Qui-Gon dove forward while firing at the two droids coming at him. He shot them both in the head, then grabbed on of their blasters. He threw the other to Obi-Wan and crouched behind a beam to check out the shot that hit his left arm. There was nothing but a small blister, the droid's blasters were set to the lowest power setting. He then popped out from behind and shot up the three droids coming towards him. He then leapt up to the side of the Ramp opposite of his apprentice. There were fifteen droids left, and seven were coming up to assault the Ramp.
" Master Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan called, " Jump on the support beam right above you, when they come to meet us, we'll be above them and can shoot their heads." Qui-Gon nodded, counted three breaths, then shot up and landed on the support beam. Obi-Wan was right behind him. The droids marched up and the two Jedi rained harmful beams of crimson energy down on the droid's metal heads. Qui-Gon then rolled off onto the party of four droids waiting in ambush about ten meters away from the Ramp, he took them out. Then Obi- Wan did the same, except he rolled onto the opposite party. That's when the droid's got smart and began to fire at Obi-Wan. He danced like a drunken Ewok.
" Master," he called frantically, " Help!" Qui-Gon fired his blasters at the droids, not hitting them, but hoping to draw their attention. It worked for the most part. Two of the droids came over to Qui-Gon, he fired at them, immediately stopping because he blasters were empty.
" Great," he muttered as he used the Force to hurl both pistols at the oncoming droids, the stopped when the barrel of the blaster came out on the other side of their head. Obi-Wan then back-flipped over the small wall behind him and shot threw the small window at he droids. Surprisingly, both bolts hit their mark and the droids were rendered useless. Before the duo even had time to celebrate, a voice boomed at the door.
" Nice job." It was Saesee Tinn, " You two did very well, the only problem was that now the Jedi are two training droids short of a squad. Anyway, you two should shower, then you are free to spend your time the way you like. Leave at approximately the sixteenth hour. May the Force be with you two on your mission." With that, he left, followed by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. They took a quick shower and changed into fresh robes.
" Now do we get to go to POKINA'S?" Obi-Wan asked as he dried his hair.
" Yes, now we get to go to POKINA'S." Qui-Gon grinned as the duo walked to their rooms to get their supplies delivered to the spaceport, and to get Qui-Gon's wallet. " Don't eat too much, I don't want to have to live on Nurti-Bars when we reach Ord-Mantell."
" I'll only order what I can eat," Obi-Wan promised.
" Force help me," Qui-Go sighed.
That ends chapter 2 I'm gonna go try to write chapter three of Ring Squadron. cya