First of all I want to say a HUGE THANK YOU to all who kept at me to write more of this fic. As I said before, it is continuing and not a 'completed fic' and will probably go on until I no longer have inspiration or accidentally blow up Coruscant. LOL sorry George, only a joke

Second, this fic has no coherence, like me. J LOL I just write what I would really do and what I think would happen. I give the Jedi lots of patience with me in this fic. I don't know if they would have this much, but I'm hoping they really would…. Or else strangle me. ROFL

This piece wouldn't have been written so early if it hadnt been for a stubborn tree limb that fell and caused a chain reaction that ended up with me sporting a fractured tailbone and dislocated hip. SO, thank the tree and the rocks responsible, and enjoy the fic for what it is…. Braincandy.

Thank you. PJ

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"And what were you doing on Illic'kup in the first place?" A tall, ugly, scrunched up face lawyer person asked me as I sat in an elaborate office complex. and we're talking OVERDONE….HUGE desk, lots of plush carpet, thick throw rugs, better than the ones from 'the rich and famous'.. large sectional couch with lots of fluffy pillows, and a staff of like 3 'persons'… don't ask what they were, I don't even think I can PRONOUNCE them, let alone spell them!

I rolled my eyes, "I was tagging along with a couple Jedi, and I decided to do some sight seeing, and took some pictures, and unknowingly took one of that senator lady talking to an assassin." I take a deep breath and stare up at all four of his eyes. "That's it. Can I go now?"

With a wave of his hand, he 'dismisses' my question and continues. "Where did you see Senator B'Jore? The exact location. Its important to know the exact coordinates of the Senator for confirmation."

I frown at him and wonder, what food group he's missing that evidently is the 'brain food' of this galaxy. "I don't know the exact coordinates. I just took the picture, I didn't ask for the precise location from the locals. I don't think anyone would be able to understand me. Can I go now?"

A large purple vein starts to throb at his temple as he takes a deep breath, staring at me through four small, dark eyes. He remains silent, only taking several deep breaths and glaring at me unblinkingly.

Its creepy.

Having enough of the silent treatment I glare right back. "Take a picture, it lasts longer…. Or do I need to ask you YOUR coordinates to make sure you are who you say you are and that you are really there?"

A blank expression crosses his face and he turns a bewildered stare to the corner, where Qui and Obi are standing in the shadows. "What did she just say?"

Obi looks over to Qui with a raised brow and Qui shrugs, "I think she said that she doesn't appreciate your negative manner towards her."

I look over at the two and my jaw drops. Qui is actually starting to understand me…. Now that can be scary, let me tell ya!

The lawyer guy turns to me and bows his head slightly, "Please forgive my rudeness. I just want to make sure all the facts are correct and that the Senator goes away for a long time."

"Great. Me too." I nod. "Can I go now?"

He frowns at me and huffs, "NO! And stop asking!"

"I can't help it! My ass fell asleep in this chair!" I bark back at him, leaning over to rub some circulation into my now numb butt.

"How can anyone be so erratic and liberal tongued?" The lawyer asks to no one in particular.

"Well, you're annoying me, so I guess it's a defensive mechanism!" I snap.

"And you're annoying me! SO shut up and try to be adult and civilized about this case!" He yelled.

My bottom lip trembles, my eyes look tragic I hope and I start that 'shoulder quiver' that goes with crying. the one that every woman knows and uses

I hear movement behind me and see Qui come into my peripheral vision. His deep voice speaks plainly, yet quietly. "There is no need to raise your voice."

I let out a small, muffled cry/sob. My voice is very soft and I whisper out my words. "Qui, he was being mean to me."

I hear Qui's voice become dangerous, "Do NOT raise your voice again. You will keep a civil manner, or these proceedings are over."

The lawyer guy sighs, "Ok. I understand. Just, tell her to be sensible about this or we will lose the case."

I shake my head, "I never said I was intelligent."

He looks at me funny and goes over his notes again, running his hand through his thinning hair as a sign of agitation. "Now, can you tell me when you noticed you were being followed?"

"I didn't know I was being followed. When I returned to the ship, everything was fine, but then I noticed that the two Jedi I was accompanying were running towards the ship with people firing at them. I thought THEY got into trouble. We barely got out of there."

"Then how did you know who Senator B'Jore was?"

"When I was going through my pictures back home from the photo-mat, one of the Jedi with me recognized her in the picture, and asked if they could have the pic and I said sure and they came to the courts to get her put in the slammer."

The lawyer cocked his head, "Slammer?"

"Send her to the Big House.. up the river…. Ya know… to JAIL." I elaborated. what an idiot!

"Very well. Now, will you present the pictures and all evidence you have associated with this case?"

"Here are the negatives, the Jedi gave you the pics that I gave them. That's all I have. Can I make one request though?" I said, handing over the small envelope the pics came in.

"Certainly. If it's in my power that is."

"Good, do you mind if I cut the negatives? There are some pics on there that I would rather not have circulated out there and have others to see." like certain Jedi in make up and pigtails

"I'm sorry, but we must see the whole collection, if we are to have them authenticated."

"Oh. Well guys, I tried." I sigh, watching as the negatives are sealed into a small box and locked in the desk unit in the lawyers office.

"Could you make it to where no one else can look at the pics and negatives? Or will all of them be on display?" I ask with my fingers crossed.. and my legs, arms, eyes…. Then fall over from lack of balance.

Qui sighs heavily at my side as I get up.

"I can ask that they be blanked out when we project them for the audience." The lawyer answers.

"Good. I was appreciate that."

The lawyer smiles and assumes his seat behind his desk. "Now, you will be asked where you are, your name, and other personal information. We should go over it to get everything straight."

"Ok, I'm from a place called HELL." I grin and get a whack upside the head from Qui. "Ok ok ok.. I'm from a planet called Earth. I first arrived here…" I frown… how long had I been there and known them? "I can't remember how long I've been here, but I met some Jedi and they were nice to me and I asked to go along with them to go check out something. I was basically a tourist and accidentally got some pics of some things that was later useful."

The lawyer sits there, nodding, listening. at least he BETTER be listening

"Anyways, while visiting my planet, the Jedi saw the pics and realized what they were and thought that they should bring them immediately to the senate and the courts, so they left and I arrived early this morning, then your office called and set up an appointment to get my statement, go over the facts, get them straight, and to find out how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop." I pant, having said all that in one breath. sheesh.. I AM long winded aren't I?

The lawyer looks up at me, confused and startled. "A what?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to see if you were listening." I grin.

"Let's start with the basics, shall we?" He sighs heavily.

I grin at him and say in a baby voice. "Ok, shall I dress up like a molecule or do you want to act out the whole atom?"

"What?" He frowns, completely confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know. Let's move on, huh?"

"What is your name?" The lawyer asks, as if dreading the answer.

by the authors request, certain parts have been edited to meet her approval and to maintain a certain amount of privacy

"Just call me PJ." I grin.

"PJ?"

"Not pajamas, if that's what your thinking. Its my initials. My name is 'Padawan Jinx'."

"You're a Jedi? You don't look or act like one." The lawyer crosses his arms over his chest and looks at me skeptically.

"I never said I was one. You only assumed I was because of my name. But its only my name.. not my description or title." I clarify.

Giving in and refusing to argue or even ask, the lawyer looks over his notes again. "And how old are you?"

I look him straight in the eye and say the expression that women have used for centuries and have passed on down to their daughters. "None ya damn business."

His head snaps up and he glares at me. like looking at me hurts in some way

"Let's put it this way. I'm legal and have been for some time. Now, let's move on to another question." I smile sweetly. little does he know how much sweetness is in this tart

"How did you arrive?"

"By stork." I answer, then see Qui frown and narrow his eyes at me. I think he's getting a bit pissed with me… or frustrated at the least "I don't remember how I got here, but I arrived at the Jedi Temple about a month ago and have known Qui and Obi, and the council for all that time."

"You live at the temple?" He asks.

"I only crash there. I don't live there permanently, just have a place to crash while I visit."

"Crash?"

"Nevermind." I sigh. "can I go now?"

Rubbing his temples, the lawyer groans, "I believe we've covered everything. The trial starts tomorrow morning. I trust the Jedi will ensure you arrive safely?"

Qui-Gon nodded, and I turned to see Obi-Wan in the back of the room nodding his head too, then sighed in an exasperated way.

"She will be there bright and early, you have my word." Qui-Gon bowed.

I rose from my chair and started towards the door, following the two Jedi out. As an afterthought, I turned to the lawyer, "Ya know, you were easier to irritate than a nasty patch of poison ivy. You really should relax more, and find a way to 'destress'."

He looks at me confused and slightly upset. gee.. why ever for? "I have never had a briefing to go so strangely or met someone who was so enigmatic and problematic."

"Briefs?" I asked, cocking my head slightly, then pull the corner of my pants down to show the edge of heart covered panties. "I don't wear briefs, I'm a thong-kind of girl, but to each their own, I say. I'm just glad this wasn't a 'Debriefing'. OH what fun that could have been." I grin and turn to see Obi-Wan pursing his lips together to keep from laughing. "And thanks for calling me a mysterious problem child. I am honored by the title."

Obi holds the door open as I exit, following Qui, whose already halfway down the hallway. I swear, that man has THE longest legs in the galaxy!

Jogging to catch up, Obi and I take up position on either side of the tall master. I still had to nearly jog to keep up. some of us have short legs!

"Whats the matter Qui? You look like you just sucked a lemon." I ask.

Keeping a stony face and he better be careful with that look, he may end up on Easter Island he replies. "You behaved like a stubborn child. I know you are a free-spirit and enjoy confusing others, but this is a serious trial and the Senator MUST be brought to justice."

"Who said she wouldn't be." I ask, losing all my friendly gestures and tones.

"if you behave like that at the trial, she will be acquitted and we wont be able to pursue her in another trial. You jeopardize everything with your childish manner." Icy blue eyes glanced over at me as he spoke.

Obi remained quiet on his masters other side, looking straight ahead and not daring to glance at either of us. smart apprentice

Usually, I would smack the crap outta anyone who would reprimand me, but I didn't smack the big bacha-galoop. For one thing, he's A LOT bigger than me and I don't have a death wish, and for another, I understand his concerns.

"Qui, just relax." I say softly, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him into a semi-hug. "Everything will be alright, you'll see."

"Just because you say things will be alright, does not mean that they will." He said shortly, pulling away from me and boarding the small transport that brought us over to the court.

"Oh, but I only speak the truth. I know things will be just fine." I assure him.

Obi kept his head down, waiting out the battle of wills. He stole a quick glance to both Qui and myself, but not daring to make eye contact.

When we left the transport and headed towards my quarters under Quis 'suggestion' that I try to collect my scattered thoughts and prepare for the trial in the morning Obi walked behind his master at his usual position. I walked at Qui's side, though nearly running to keep up.

When we reached the door, Qui stood aside and tucked his arms into his sleeves in a defiant manner. "We will escort you to the trial in the morning. Please be ready to leave by the 7th hour."

Looking up, and I mean WAY up to Qui's face I sigh and motion for him to enter. "Come here."

He enters, Obi follows, but both stay by the door.

"Over here please." I say, motioning to a chair that I hop up on and stand, waiting for Qui to come over.

He looks confused but ventures over anyway, standing just a foot or two away from me, to where we're nearly eye level.

"That's a lot better. Now I can see your face more clearly." I say. "You have nothing to worry about. Trust me Qui. Things will work out just fine."

He gives me a stern look and sighs. "You don't know that. The Senator will have the best legal council money can buy. They will easily break through your story and totally destroy your credibility. And she'll slip through our fingers once again."

I raise my brow at him and grin in that feral way. "Think that she can break ME? You can not break the queen of confusion, the artisan of subterfuge, the master of bullshit."

I get a strange look at that from both Jedi.

I smile and grab Qui's face with my hands and give him a peck on the cheek. "You need to learn to have some faith Qui."

He doesn't say anything, just stares at me like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.

"Tell ya what, let's go somewhere and have some fun and put the whole tensed afternoon behind us. Hows that sound?" I ask.

"Jedi do not require 'fun'." Qui said, going back into 'master of everything' mode.

"Well that explains your tight asses." I quip.

Qui frowns. "We have other things that need tending to. We do not need the distraction of fun."

"Oh, you may not WANT to, but EVERYONE needs some fun every now and then. Its keeps ya sane, or in my case, Insane. I give the boys a wicked grin that Obi returns and to my great amazement, Qui smiles and shakes his head in submission.

I hear a beep and look strangely over to Qui. "Is it just me, or did your pants just make a summons?"

He snickers and pulls out a comm link. like the one on the movie "Jinn here."

Yoda's voice comes through the comm, "Your meeting, well it went?"

Qui looks over to me and sighs, "It didn't go according to plan. There were….." He paused looking at me and searching for the right words. "Unrelated events and discussions that weren't relevant and informative to things I would have rather not known about."

"Irratated him she did." Yoda said.

"I believe the term more appropriate was 'infuriated'." Qui grinned.

"Expected it was. Trial tomorrow I presume, hum?"

"Yes Master. It starts at the 8th hour, but we will arrive earlier for any special orders and to make sure there isnt an attempt made." Qui said, losing his smile and becoming serious.

"Attempt?" I repeat, looking from Qui to Obi. "What do you mean by, ATTEMPT?"

"The senator is a powerful woman. She may have hired someone to take care of the person responsible for her capture." Qui explained.

I remembered Mace finding the pic and delivering it to the courts and I squealed into Qui's comm, "Don't worry Windu, I"LL PROTECT YOU!"

Obi snickers, trying to hold back his laughter, but fails miserably as several snorts escape.

"It is not I that needs protection." Mace says over the comm. "You are the one that took the pictures and handed them to the Jedi as evidence."

"Yeah, but YOU were the one that recognized the senator, and YOU were the one that brought them here. But not to worry, I will save you!" I say in my most 'hero/action figure' voice.

"It does not matter who brought them before the courts. The senators main concern will be that the person responsible for taking the pictures and testifying on what transpired, not the messenger."

"Shit." I sigh.

"Exactly." Says Windu. "You will remain here under close supervision, and when you go to testify, you will have plenty of protection to ensure your safety."

"You're going to surround me with contraceptives?" I ask with a curious/innocent look. which Qui nor Obi buy blame them?

"What?" Mace asks through the comm.

"Nevermind. Ok, so I'm restricted to the temple, and have to stay by my protection when we leave in the morning?"

"Correct."

"Oh, this is going to suck. I hate being caged in." I moan.

I hear Yoda's stick tap on the floor over the comm. "Doing this to protect you we are. Cooperate you must."

"I will, don't worry." I said, then perk up. "Thank you." Then give a BIG pretend kiss over the comm. "I WUV YOU"

I hear muffled laughter, then Mace mumbling, "For crying out loud" before the link was terminated.

I grin over at the two standing in my quarters and grin. "I think he's been around me too much."

Qui sighs and returns his link to his belt I think that's where he put it and sighs. "You really should get some rest. You have a busy day tomorrow."

I grin and throw my arms around Qui, "OH, you found a mall with discounts and we're going shopping?"

Qui lowers me to the ground and pulls away. "No, you have to testify early in the morning."

"OH I can do that no prob. I don't feel like resting. I have too much energy." I bounce, grabbing a bag of Oreos off the table and munching.

"That I can see." Qui says, shaking his head.

"Qui, honey, you need to relax. You look like you are about to drop." I say through mouthfulls.

"Some meditation will relax me sufficiently."

"I think you could do with the nap. Tell ya what," I say, going over to the walkman and hooking up its speakers and popping in a ENYA cd. "Listen to this for a while, relax, feel the force, go with the flow, chill, do whatever. When the cd is finished, you should be really laid back and feeling much better."

"I don't think its necessary." He protests, but nonetheless, sits down on the floor and crosses his legs.

"There are more CD's right here, if you get tired of this one, or want to listen to another one of her albums, feel free. Obi and I will be running around the temple trying hard not to blow it up."

"WHAT?!" Qui jumps, wide eyed staring at me.

"It was only a joke. Chill Qui." I turn on the tunes and he instantly relaxes, obviously remembering the music I played in the car and when they took naps while visiting. "We'll be back later. Be a good master and relax."

Obi grins as we leave Qui sitting on the floor, leaning a bit towards the couch.

"He may fall asleep again." I tell Obi.

Obi nods, "He needs some rest. He's trying to hide his frustration and fatigue from me, but I can still sense it."

"Oh, even I can sense it." I nod, following my jedi escort to destination unknown.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we enter the lift.

"To the cafeteria. Its after lunch and I'm rather hungry." Obi gives me that mischievous, imp-like, Cheshire cat grin.

I feel my tummy rumbling, not happy with the couple cookies I crammed into my face. "I'm rather starved myself. Wonder what they have today?"

"They make several things to appease every species and appetites."

I keep the perverted thoughts to myself and hold back the smart assed remark that formed, and just give Obi a curious look. "How many species are here?"

"The last time I heard, there were 152 different species represented in the Jedi Order. The kitchens have their hands full when it comes to feeding everyone. There are some beings that are highly allergic to simple foods, yet others that can eat anything, including food that is decaying."

I scrunch up my nose. "That's disgusting."

Obi curls up his nose and nods as we enter the large cafeteria. Hundreds of beings are there, packing the LARGE room from wall to wall. Some 'people' look like fish, others look lizard-ish, others have antennas. Every color is displayed in hair, skin, eye, and clothing arrays. Everyone is talking, laughing, eating, enjoying each others company. Though I detest crowds, it's the most homely, inviting, accepting place I've ever encountered, and would love to sit and converse with everyone and everything.

Obi seems to know what I'm thinking cause he muffles a giggle and jabs me in the ribs to head over to the line. I follow behind a short person, white hair, green skin, and webbed feet that poke out of open-toed boots. She turns and smiles and points to a strange looking fruit thing at least I think its fruit "They are my favorites!"

"Really?" I ask. "What are they called?" I examine the orange squash shaped thing.

"Orm. They come from my home world of Tra-Io." She answers quickly, then scampers off to sit with some beings that are around her age and height. I'm guessing they are crèche mates.

"She was nice." I comment over my shoulder to Obi, whose tray is disappearing under heavy bombardment of food.

"You have to be careful though. Most initiates will talk and won't let you get a word in, then follow you around and constantly talk to you and ask questions that no person would know." Obi explains as we take a seat at a rather vacant table. There are two other adults, both have very long braids over their shoulders and are in deep conversation and totally ignore us as we sit.

"There's nothing wrong with a bit of conversation Obi. Sometimes people latch on to others subliminally, without realizing it. Its not terrible or uncomfortable, just some people seem to have that air to them. Take your master for example. People seem to gravitate to him."

Obi frowns around a mouthful of food. "What do you mean?"

"Well, look at it this way. When you first met, did you find yourself going everywhere HE was going? Didn't you look up to him as a guide and mentor, though he wasn't your master at the time?" Obi remains quiet as I continue. "Doesn't he seem to 'pick up' complete strangers that seem to take a liking to him? He kinda 'adopts' others and looks out for them, even though he has no obligation to?"

"You know, you may have a point." Obi says, that adorable frown still on his face as he thinks.

"I most certainly do." I grin, then take a bit of the "Orm". My eyes instantly water, my throat constricts, my breath catches in my chest, and I have an overwhelming urge to puke. think about putting an older brothers sweaty gym sock in your mouth and that's the reaction/taste you get from that 'fruit'

I spit the disgusting thing into a napkin and watch Obi suppress and smile, and try hard to not burst out laughing.

"It's not funny Braid Boy!" I say in a dangerous tone, though smiling.

The two senior padawans beside us look over at me and give me a discouraging look.

I smile, "No disrespect intended boys."

They turn back to their conversation, though I can tell they are irked by me. big deal

Obi chuckles softly, and I land a piece of the Orm right between his eyes.

Bright, gorgeous blue-green eyes look up, and there is a definite hint of playful mischief in their depths. He lobs a piece of pasta looking stuff at me and it lands on my cheek.

My jaw drops, "Obi, that is so childish." I snap.

"You started it." He grins.

"Did not" I feel the slimy thing slowly sliding down my cheek and it's the most unpleasant feeling I think I've ever had. Felt like a worm/slug thing was crawling down my cheek and neck. I wiped the thing off with a napkin and lower my head.

"Did to." Obi says in a superior tone.

When I look back up, my hand is on a mold of jello like stuff, and I have a dangerous grin on my face. "DID NOT"

"TO!"

"THAT'S IT BRAID BOY!!" I squeal and throw a handful at Obi, who catches a great deal of it on the neck.

He sits there, stunned, flabbergasted, and grabs a handful of some sort of meat stuff and reaches over and smashes it right in my face.

I hear a couple gasps and wipe the meat from my eyes to see the two senior padawans staring at us, clearly taken by surprise by my actions, and absolutely stunned by Obi-Wan's. "What? Doesn't go with my hair?" I ask, pulling out some of the meat. "Or doesn't it go with my shoes?"

"By the force!" One of them whispers in alarm.

Taking this as the beginnings to an exorcism, I jump up and take a couple handfuls of food with me and shout, "BY THE FORCE…..THIS PLACE IS BRIMMING WITH CLEANINESS! CANT HAVE THAT!! WE MUST EXORSIZE THE DEMONS AND CLEANSE THIS PLACE!!" and with that, I lobbed the food to the two senior padawans who took both handfuls eloquently right in the face.

Obi jumped up, throwing a cream pastry thing at me and smashing it into my hair. The two senior padawans threw something in the air at me, which missed me and one splatted Obi upside the head, the other hit another padawan at the next table. She was very non-pleased, and grabbed her own tray and threw it across her table to ours, to which it missed and landed on the back of a masters head. He turned around, his hands already full of food and launched a wicked aerial assault on the neighboring table.

Squeals, shouts, and laughing resounded from the initiates' tables, and the air was thick with flying food debris and jocular insults.

Two kitchen workers ran into the room, screaming for order, but were met by a volley of assorted fruits and veggies.

Someone shouted, "THE COUNCIL IS ON THEIR WAY!"

With a quick look over to a food collage Obi, we nodded and made a quick retreat through the doors, hopefully unnoticed by the scurrying bodies to clean up the mess and reinstate some order to the chaos.

'I've NEVER done that!" Obi exclaimed through pants.

"What? Ran from authority? Ignored authority?" I ask, gasping for air.

"No, been in a food fight." Obi smiled as we darted around a corner.

Laughing as we ran, Obi and I jumped into the lift and started up to go back to my quarters for a change. When the lift opened up, Obi and I spilled out, still laughing hysterically and dripping with so many kinds of food and desserts, it was a good few minutes to regain our composure and for Obi to realize that I accidentally hit the wrong button and we were on the wrong floor.

"We're on level 310. Your quarters are on 315." Obi giggled, leaning against a wall to catch his breath.

"The lift already left." I laugh, wiping a piece of pasta stuff from my vision. "Is there stairs we can take?"

"Yeah, at the end of corridor H." Obi answered. "This way, come on."

Still panting from running, we walked as quickly as we could, hoping to not run into anyone. Our luck ran out however when we crossed section E on a shortcut. Voices could be heard coming in our direction.

Biting his lip, Obi grabbed my arm and activated a door hidden in an alcove. We ducked inside, the doors closed, and we heard the voices pass, talking about the fiasco in the cafeteria and the tirade of the council when they find out who was responsible for disrupting the order.

I figured out we were in a closet when I put my hand on a wet mop and squealed, causing Obi to put his hand over my mouth to shut me up incase the Jedi walking outside the door would hear and investigate.

When the last of the voices died away, Obi removed his hand. "Sorry about that. Didn't want to risk getting caught." He whispered.

I was busy gagging at the time.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" Obi asked.

I leaned against the wall after the dry heaves left and looked at him, "Next time you put your hands over someone's mouth, make sure they are clean." I snap.

Obi looked down at his hands, and in the faint light of the closet, realized he had all kinds of food stuck to them, a bit of which was the Orm fruit. "Sorry." He said, though grinning widely.

I sigh and laugh, knowing I couldn't get mad at him or stay that way. I brushed the peelings, grounds, and cream off him, wiping it off his clothes, and face, then trying to remove it from his hair where a rather nasty cream puff had decided to nest, along with the sticky syrup that covered the dessert.

I wiped off my face with my shirt, Obi picked out food from my hair and we tried to make ourselves look presentable, or at least innocent of being in a food fight.

With a quick force check that the coast was clear, the two of us set out down the hall again, finding the stairs and climbing up the 5 flights of steps to my level. By the time we got to the level I was on, we were both panting and leaning against the wall for support while we sucked for air.

While leaning against the wall, and leaving a big greasy mark from the food caking my clothes, I could hear a dull thumping noise coming from nearby. With a furrowed brow I started down the hall, using the throbbing beat as a beacon, and homing in on my own quarters.

With a questioning look to Obi, who only shrugged, I pressed my ear against the door. I recognized the beat and the song and grinned. "Obi, can you sense anything in there?"

Closing his eyes, Obi started to grin. "I can sense my master. The force is flowing and swirling around him, being channeled and directed as I've never sensed before. He must have reached the highest meditation plateau, or is doing the 21st level katta."

I frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he's very in tune with the force. This is the highest form of manipulation and control I've ever sensed. He must be completely focused to attain this level during a workout."

I grin, listening again to the beat and know what measure its on. With a sly grin I open the door.

Obi opens his eyes and see Qui doing a backflip, followed by a spin and a kind of shuffling sidestep, finished off with a wiggle of his hips and a furious face as he lip-syncs and the music plays..'IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR… SHE CRIED MORE.. MORE .. MORE.. WITH A REBEL YELL…. MORE MORE MORE…."

I look over at Obi and grin. "I think its rather fitting for him."

Suddenly sensing his apprentice and me in the doorway, Qui stutters to a halt and looks at the two of us, his expression nonplused. He just looks at us, serene, calm, as if he was doing nothing out of the ordinary, like walking across the room and retrieving his saber and robes. With a quick force flip, the music is killed, and the room eerily silent.

Obi and I entered, me smiling and Obi looked stunned. I think it was shock, cant tell

"Nice moves slick. You have that sexy wiggle down." I retort.

Qui lifts a brow at me and then looks us over. "What is wrong with your clothes? Obi-Wan, what are those stains on your robe?"

Thinking quickly I added, "He was doing his impersonation of Monica Lewinsky?"

Qui stares down his apprentice and Obi finally remembers to close his mouth. He bows his head and is taking a deep breath to begin his explanation, when Qui's comm sounds again.

"Jinn here."

"GET THOSE TWO TROUBLE MAKERS UP HERE THIS VERY INSTANT!" Mace shouts through the comm, not bothering with formalities or niceties.

"What did you two do?" Qui asks in amazement.

I grab a hold of Obi's robe, pulling it over my head and basically mold myself against his side under his robes and mumble through the material, "I'm not here. You never saw me."

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TBC