Because of the seemingly lack of interest I will probably not post as much anymore!?!
Maybe "Kyer" is right, [hats of to you], my characters are too extreme to be enjoyable. Anyway I had another post ready for this week before I went for a short spring break, however I will not post it just yet!!! ewen
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The Coruscant pub really hadn't changed much since the last time Quinlan had been there. He wondered why he hadn't thought of getting away from the temple before, in the past two weeks. The past boring two weeks that he had been held captive at the temple where no one aside from a little padawan cared if he was there or not.
//And to make matters worse, that little Jedi who has become dependant on me is my former master's present apprentice. //
Quinlan shook his head. He'd only had two drinks but still his mental thoughts didn't make sense to him and he had to *rethink* them again.
//Yeah, that's right, my former master's apprentice or he should be if things were as they should be. I wonder how long it is going to take the kid to figure out his master isn't as bad as he thinks Qui-Gon is. HUH…… Well no master could be as bad as that holoview had Jinn made out to be.. still though…. //
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt the presence of another force sensitive, one familiar to him.
He looked down the length of the bar and there stood, Xanatos Crion.
Crion might have felt Quinlan's presence at almost the same time because when Quin looked down the bar, Crion's ebony dark orbs stared right back.
Another fifteen minutes passed and Crion's two drinks to the one Quinlan still nursed before Xanatos Crion made a decision to break the silence. Quinlan didn't have to look over to see Xani inching his way down the bar, he felt him. He only looked up when he felt the hot breath of Xanatos right up against his face. He also smelled the strong pungent odor of Corellian whiskey; so strong it could wake the dead.
Quinlan looked up from his drink, fanned the front of his face to disperse the odor of alcohol and finally let his eyes glide over the other knight, from head to toe.
He allowed his gaze to totally sweep Xanatos before he turned his undivided attention back to the almost empty glass of rum with a spash of lime.
"Shouldn't you be back at the temple playing nursemaid to your 'Chosen One', or caring for our master, who must be in dire straits by now, over his little padawan lost."
"My padawan is with my former master as we speak or he will be. He is most capable of caring for himself in our own quarters while I am away. However, I would think with your little charge, it is quite different. Who did you find to baby sit Kenobi while you wormed your way here, to *drink*?"
"Not that it is any of your business, but I didn't necessarily come here to drink. I prefer the company here to the stiff collared Jedi at the temple, yourself included. I don't need to drink to drown my woes. I don't have any. If I choose to leave the temple, I can. As for Obi-Wan, he is more than capable of taking a bath alone. In fact it might surprise you to know he does it every night alone, without any assistance from me. Heck, I don't even have to turn the covers down for him or read him a beddie by story. Can you say that about Skywalker? Oh, I forgot he is so high maintenance, he requires two masters to do all that for him…."
Quinlan grunted into his drink with a lop-sided smile on his face over his own sarcastic humor. His eyes remained on his drink as he swirled it around to mix the rum with the melted ice which had separated from the alcohol and settled in the bottom of the glass.
This time Xanatos released his anger for the despicable Vos into the force. After all, he'd only had two drinks and he could handle a little mouth from Jinn's first apprentice; the one deep down Xani felt Jinn always compared him too.
//Whether the old man will admit to it and he won't, Qui idolized Quinlan Vos. He's so much like him, I think it scared Qui-Gon .//
####back at the temple####
Obi-Wan had not meant to disobey his guardian, Quinlan Vos. As he prepared for bed, he prepared for break-fast the next morning, as well. It was then he discovered they were all out of milk, an important ingredient for cereal. He had wanted to make sure there was something in the pantry he could fix that wouldn't walk away from him. Cereal had always been his first choice of nourishment in the mornings. Master Jinn, not a break-fast person himself, allowed Obi-Wan the freedom to choose and make his own first-meal.
If I let Knight Vos fix my meal it might be road-kill or something very nearly dead he found along the road home from Coruscant.////
With that thought in mind, Obi set out to the commissary kitchen to place and order for milk. He planned to get it and then go straight back to where he should be, to his and Vos' shared quarters.
Obi-Wan often found trouble in some of the oddest places and the commissary kitchen was about to be his next odd place to run into it; trouble in the form of Anakin Skywalker…….
###With Xanatos and Quinlan###
"Listen Quinlan if you are trying to goad me into a fight, it won't work. I am up above fighting out in public. If you want a fight, let's take it to the training salles, back at the temple. We will see who the better Jedi is there."
"Tsk tsk, that comment alone makes me a better Jedi. How unbecoming of you to be so vain to presume you are better than I. ME…..well I just don't care. If I am going to fight, it will be over something a lot more important that finding out something I already know; whom the better swordsman is. Why test the blatantly obvious. I have never heard of you being sent out to do anything at all in the way of dangerous unless you have your big bad Master Jinn along with you. Now isn't that right? Could it be the council also knows who the *better* Jedi is? You my friend couldn't hold a candle to my talents. I don't need to show you, I just know, just as the council just knows and more than likely just as our master does as well. He just won't admit it..''
Xani looked down at his drink then picked it up, drained the glass empty to the last drop, slammed it back on the bar and ordered another, no, another double. He thought he had better control than to allow his outer appearance to belie what he felt inside, but as usual for Xanatos he was so wrong. He never was a person who tolerated being taunted and certainly wasn't going to tolerate it from the likes of this //" tattooed freak. "//
"You have me in one department Xanatos. You could probably drink me under a table. There, I gave you credit for something you can do better than me. Now let's quit this pettiness. I came here to enjoy the music, the drink, and the company. You are not part of any of those because quite frankly Xanatos Crion, I don't enjoy your company and I never have."
back at the temple.###
Obi-Wan had only waited five minutes for a droid to come to the window of the kitchen commissary and take his order for a half gallon of skim milk. He waited patiently while the droid closed the window back as if he thought Obi might dive through it when his back was turned.
Up behind him, Padawan Kenobi heard someone whistling. He knew instantly who that someone was, Anakin Skywalker. He often whistled a stupid little tune when he practiced his katas and now evidently when he roamed the temple halls at midnight thought Obi-Wan.
###Quin/Xan###
A tall green being from one of the outer worlds recognized Quinlan as an old friend, a Jedi who had done dealings on his home world.
"Quinlan…. Quinlan Vos How are you? Good to see a familiar face around here, especially a friendly familiar face."
The green figure easily stood three inches taller than Master Jinn. He sauntered up to the bar and pushed himself between Xanatos and Quinlan. He had heard bits of the argument or discussion between the two Jedi. It surprised him to hear two Jedi in a heated discussion about their force powered abilities and saber usage. Well it surprised him that Crion engaged in it, nothing about Quinlan Vos surprised him. He got the distinct feeling that there could be an eruption of an all out fist-to-cuffs at any moment. He wanted to be there right in the middle. He liked a good fight. One between two Jedi should be interesting, he thought and besides if Quinlan needed any help, he planned to be right there to give it. Vos had settled an extremely potential explosive land dispute on his world and in doing so, allowed his people to avoid a nasty civil war.
//Yes, if Quinlan Vos needs my help, I plan to give it and as much of it as he needs. //
The tall lanky green being from the outer rim had more than the two Jedi combined in drinks, very strong drinks.
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What brings you here Kenobi? Vos got you running his errands for him? I suppose he didn't know how to fill out the acquisition slip for food rations. Lived in the wilderness too long. Am I right. It is a wonder he speaks intelligibly. Well he does doesn't he? I myself haven't seen him around much."
Obi-Wan clenched his fists and locked his jaws. He would not be put into a situation where he actually fought with the chosen one. One thing he didn't want was to alienate his master more and another thing he didn't want was to rock the boat with Quinlan. He was his last hope until as he hoped he could, work things out with his master. He liked staying with the big Jedi knight even if he was just a touch intimidating.
Obi-Wan did not turn from the commissary window. He spoke to Anakin with his back turned. He didn't want him to see the pink hue Obi knew must cover his face right about now. He was hot under the collar and that heat had worked its way up his face. He could almost feel the blotchy red spots that formed on his neck and face. He always got them when he tried to control his anger, instead of releasing it into the force as he had been taught by his master.
"Knight Vos has gone out for the evening. I am here to get some milk and as soon as I get it I will be on my way."
//Thank you very much, now just keep you yap shut so I can get back to the apartment without trouble. I certainly don't need any more trouble with Knight Vos or Master Jinn.//
"Safe *out* isn't it? Poor little Obi confused over his master's loyalty, where they lay. I can tell you and you won't be confused any more. Maybe that film was doctored up. Maybe Master Jinn was never given the choice of which of us to save. However, I will tell you this, had he been given a choice between the two of us do you doubt for a second who he would have chosen? I certainly don't."
Anakin wanted a response and stood there longer than was necessary to wait for one. He was not going to get even one word from Obi-Wan. The other apprentice knew Anakin was up to something and he figured it was to start a fight. Obi would not fall for that, or so he thought.
"I mean me, the 'Chosen One' over you… little clumsy you who can't possibly become as infamous as a Jedi as I will. You, who evidently forgot to grow because… because…just look at you *Shrimp*. Oh well no mind. There isn't anyone in the temple who doesn't know who Master Jinn would have chosen had he been given that option, or put into that position. That might be why no one seems to be in a rush to set you straight. The healers haven't even bothered with trying to convince you of Master Qui-Gon sir's loyalty to you, have they?"
Anakin waited again for a long period of time, as if he actually thought Obi would lower himself to answer such an absurd question. The sad thing about that question as the silence between them grew and Obi thought about it, was that Obi didn't truly know the answer to it. Not with any certainty that he could respond to Anakin with his own fiery retort.
Obi only grew more crimson with anger. He couldn't figure out how Anakin knew the healers had not worked with him in a true attempt to convince him Master Jinn had not betrayed him. They said it would come in time.. What was truth, thought Obi? Even if the holoview wasn't real, which apprentice would his master have chosen.
//The healers haven't really worked with me to convince me of Jinn's loyalty to me. Has master spoken of that to Anakin and Xanatos . I am the big joke in the Crion quarters, possibly in the entire temple. Maybe that is why they don't care if I stay with Vos. Maybe everyone here would like nothing better if Vos took me back to the outer rim and stayed there for another five years or so. That would be getting me out of my master's hair so he could have more time to help Crion train this 'Chosen One'.//
Obi-Wan had come a long way in that short year of training under Master Jinn. Yes, he did have a lot of anger to work through and sith knows, he spent a lot of time on his knees in meditation. Master Qui-Gon had told him just before all this happened that he had become quite good at controlling his anger. Now this, thought Obi. He was convinced his master had spoken about him and in not too kind of light while he wasn't around.
//Maybe I *AM* the brunt of every joke in the Crion apartment.//
Little did Obi-Wan know that what gossip Anakin got about Obi's visits to the healers was supplied him by the one friend he had, padawan healer, Bruck Chun.
"Look Ani just back off. I don't need you to make any more trouble for me."
" Now that is an understatement if I ever heard one. Of course you don't need me to make trouble, you do enough of that on you own."
Obi-Wan knew before he said it, not too, knew it wasn't a nice thing to say, but hey sometimes a teen going through puberty, even a Jedi teen says things that aren't nice and shouldn't have been said.
"Got give you credit Anakin for someone who has been a lowly slave all his life, you certainly have come up in the world in your knowledge and out of the gutter."
There it was. Obi-Wan had hit a sore spot from Ani's past life, his slavery. He knew as soon as he said it, it was a cruel thing to repeat. He instantly regretted it. The regret came too late.
Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan by the arm, swung him around, and let his fist make contact with the other Jedi's face, precisely his nose, before Obi had time to explain how truly sorry he was.
Obi *was* sorry until Anakin landed the blow. All his feelings of sympathy for Anakin ceased and was reverted back to himself. All he could think of as he righted himself first from being flat on the floor, up to his still wobbly knees, was how much he must resemble the piece of bloody bantha steak he had for last-meal. Obi-Wan also had the dripping blood oozing from him; from his broken nose.
Now it was his turn to retaliate. It had gone too far to draw back and release his anger.. Well too late anyway to release it into the force. Obi-Wan planned to release his anger directly at Anakin Skywalker, //just as soon as I can see again and pick myself up off the floor…//
PEACE ewen
##Meanwhile, back at the pub with Crion and Vos, the two knights appear to be about to start their own tit-for tat.####
Maybe "Kyer" is right, [hats of to you], my characters are too extreme to be enjoyable. Anyway I had another post ready for this week before I went for a short spring break, however I will not post it just yet!!! ewen
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The Coruscant pub really hadn't changed much since the last time Quinlan had been there. He wondered why he hadn't thought of getting away from the temple before, in the past two weeks. The past boring two weeks that he had been held captive at the temple where no one aside from a little padawan cared if he was there or not.
//And to make matters worse, that little Jedi who has become dependant on me is my former master's present apprentice. //
Quinlan shook his head. He'd only had two drinks but still his mental thoughts didn't make sense to him and he had to *rethink* them again.
//Yeah, that's right, my former master's apprentice or he should be if things were as they should be. I wonder how long it is going to take the kid to figure out his master isn't as bad as he thinks Qui-Gon is. HUH…… Well no master could be as bad as that holoview had Jinn made out to be.. still though…. //
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt the presence of another force sensitive, one familiar to him.
He looked down the length of the bar and there stood, Xanatos Crion.
Crion might have felt Quinlan's presence at almost the same time because when Quin looked down the bar, Crion's ebony dark orbs stared right back.
Another fifteen minutes passed and Crion's two drinks to the one Quinlan still nursed before Xanatos Crion made a decision to break the silence. Quinlan didn't have to look over to see Xani inching his way down the bar, he felt him. He only looked up when he felt the hot breath of Xanatos right up against his face. He also smelled the strong pungent odor of Corellian whiskey; so strong it could wake the dead.
Quinlan looked up from his drink, fanned the front of his face to disperse the odor of alcohol and finally let his eyes glide over the other knight, from head to toe.
He allowed his gaze to totally sweep Xanatos before he turned his undivided attention back to the almost empty glass of rum with a spash of lime.
"Shouldn't you be back at the temple playing nursemaid to your 'Chosen One', or caring for our master, who must be in dire straits by now, over his little padawan lost."
"My padawan is with my former master as we speak or he will be. He is most capable of caring for himself in our own quarters while I am away. However, I would think with your little charge, it is quite different. Who did you find to baby sit Kenobi while you wormed your way here, to *drink*?"
"Not that it is any of your business, but I didn't necessarily come here to drink. I prefer the company here to the stiff collared Jedi at the temple, yourself included. I don't need to drink to drown my woes. I don't have any. If I choose to leave the temple, I can. As for Obi-Wan, he is more than capable of taking a bath alone. In fact it might surprise you to know he does it every night alone, without any assistance from me. Heck, I don't even have to turn the covers down for him or read him a beddie by story. Can you say that about Skywalker? Oh, I forgot he is so high maintenance, he requires two masters to do all that for him…."
Quinlan grunted into his drink with a lop-sided smile on his face over his own sarcastic humor. His eyes remained on his drink as he swirled it around to mix the rum with the melted ice which had separated from the alcohol and settled in the bottom of the glass.
This time Xanatos released his anger for the despicable Vos into the force. After all, he'd only had two drinks and he could handle a little mouth from Jinn's first apprentice; the one deep down Xani felt Jinn always compared him too.
//Whether the old man will admit to it and he won't, Qui idolized Quinlan Vos. He's so much like him, I think it scared Qui-Gon .//
####back at the temple####
Obi-Wan had not meant to disobey his guardian, Quinlan Vos. As he prepared for bed, he prepared for break-fast the next morning, as well. It was then he discovered they were all out of milk, an important ingredient for cereal. He had wanted to make sure there was something in the pantry he could fix that wouldn't walk away from him. Cereal had always been his first choice of nourishment in the mornings. Master Jinn, not a break-fast person himself, allowed Obi-Wan the freedom to choose and make his own first-meal.
If I let Knight Vos fix my meal it might be road-kill or something very nearly dead he found along the road home from Coruscant.////
With that thought in mind, Obi set out to the commissary kitchen to place and order for milk. He planned to get it and then go straight back to where he should be, to his and Vos' shared quarters.
Obi-Wan often found trouble in some of the oddest places and the commissary kitchen was about to be his next odd place to run into it; trouble in the form of Anakin Skywalker…….
###With Xanatos and Quinlan###
"Listen Quinlan if you are trying to goad me into a fight, it won't work. I am up above fighting out in public. If you want a fight, let's take it to the training salles, back at the temple. We will see who the better Jedi is there."
"Tsk tsk, that comment alone makes me a better Jedi. How unbecoming of you to be so vain to presume you are better than I. ME…..well I just don't care. If I am going to fight, it will be over something a lot more important that finding out something I already know; whom the better swordsman is. Why test the blatantly obvious. I have never heard of you being sent out to do anything at all in the way of dangerous unless you have your big bad Master Jinn along with you. Now isn't that right? Could it be the council also knows who the *better* Jedi is? You my friend couldn't hold a candle to my talents. I don't need to show you, I just know, just as the council just knows and more than likely just as our master does as well. He just won't admit it..''
Xani looked down at his drink then picked it up, drained the glass empty to the last drop, slammed it back on the bar and ordered another, no, another double. He thought he had better control than to allow his outer appearance to belie what he felt inside, but as usual for Xanatos he was so wrong. He never was a person who tolerated being taunted and certainly wasn't going to tolerate it from the likes of this //" tattooed freak. "//
"You have me in one department Xanatos. You could probably drink me under a table. There, I gave you credit for something you can do better than me. Now let's quit this pettiness. I came here to enjoy the music, the drink, and the company. You are not part of any of those because quite frankly Xanatos Crion, I don't enjoy your company and I never have."
back at the temple.###
Obi-Wan had only waited five minutes for a droid to come to the window of the kitchen commissary and take his order for a half gallon of skim milk. He waited patiently while the droid closed the window back as if he thought Obi might dive through it when his back was turned.
Up behind him, Padawan Kenobi heard someone whistling. He knew instantly who that someone was, Anakin Skywalker. He often whistled a stupid little tune when he practiced his katas and now evidently when he roamed the temple halls at midnight thought Obi-Wan.
###Quin/Xan###
A tall green being from one of the outer worlds recognized Quinlan as an old friend, a Jedi who had done dealings on his home world.
"Quinlan…. Quinlan Vos How are you? Good to see a familiar face around here, especially a friendly familiar face."
The green figure easily stood three inches taller than Master Jinn. He sauntered up to the bar and pushed himself between Xanatos and Quinlan. He had heard bits of the argument or discussion between the two Jedi. It surprised him to hear two Jedi in a heated discussion about their force powered abilities and saber usage. Well it surprised him that Crion engaged in it, nothing about Quinlan Vos surprised him. He got the distinct feeling that there could be an eruption of an all out fist-to-cuffs at any moment. He wanted to be there right in the middle. He liked a good fight. One between two Jedi should be interesting, he thought and besides if Quinlan needed any help, he planned to be right there to give it. Vos had settled an extremely potential explosive land dispute on his world and in doing so, allowed his people to avoid a nasty civil war.
//Yes, if Quinlan Vos needs my help, I plan to give it and as much of it as he needs. //
The tall lanky green being from the outer rim had more than the two Jedi combined in drinks, very strong drinks.
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What brings you here Kenobi? Vos got you running his errands for him? I suppose he didn't know how to fill out the acquisition slip for food rations. Lived in the wilderness too long. Am I right. It is a wonder he speaks intelligibly. Well he does doesn't he? I myself haven't seen him around much."
Obi-Wan clenched his fists and locked his jaws. He would not be put into a situation where he actually fought with the chosen one. One thing he didn't want was to alienate his master more and another thing he didn't want was to rock the boat with Quinlan. He was his last hope until as he hoped he could, work things out with his master. He liked staying with the big Jedi knight even if he was just a touch intimidating.
Obi-Wan did not turn from the commissary window. He spoke to Anakin with his back turned. He didn't want him to see the pink hue Obi knew must cover his face right about now. He was hot under the collar and that heat had worked its way up his face. He could almost feel the blotchy red spots that formed on his neck and face. He always got them when he tried to control his anger, instead of releasing it into the force as he had been taught by his master.
"Knight Vos has gone out for the evening. I am here to get some milk and as soon as I get it I will be on my way."
//Thank you very much, now just keep you yap shut so I can get back to the apartment without trouble. I certainly don't need any more trouble with Knight Vos or Master Jinn.//
"Safe *out* isn't it? Poor little Obi confused over his master's loyalty, where they lay. I can tell you and you won't be confused any more. Maybe that film was doctored up. Maybe Master Jinn was never given the choice of which of us to save. However, I will tell you this, had he been given a choice between the two of us do you doubt for a second who he would have chosen? I certainly don't."
Anakin wanted a response and stood there longer than was necessary to wait for one. He was not going to get even one word from Obi-Wan. The other apprentice knew Anakin was up to something and he figured it was to start a fight. Obi would not fall for that, or so he thought.
"I mean me, the 'Chosen One' over you… little clumsy you who can't possibly become as infamous as a Jedi as I will. You, who evidently forgot to grow because… because…just look at you *Shrimp*. Oh well no mind. There isn't anyone in the temple who doesn't know who Master Jinn would have chosen had he been given that option, or put into that position. That might be why no one seems to be in a rush to set you straight. The healers haven't even bothered with trying to convince you of Master Qui-Gon sir's loyalty to you, have they?"
Anakin waited again for a long period of time, as if he actually thought Obi would lower himself to answer such an absurd question. The sad thing about that question as the silence between them grew and Obi thought about it, was that Obi didn't truly know the answer to it. Not with any certainty that he could respond to Anakin with his own fiery retort.
Obi only grew more crimson with anger. He couldn't figure out how Anakin knew the healers had not worked with him in a true attempt to convince him Master Jinn had not betrayed him. They said it would come in time.. What was truth, thought Obi? Even if the holoview wasn't real, which apprentice would his master have chosen.
//The healers haven't really worked with me to convince me of Jinn's loyalty to me. Has master spoken of that to Anakin and Xanatos . I am the big joke in the Crion quarters, possibly in the entire temple. Maybe that is why they don't care if I stay with Vos. Maybe everyone here would like nothing better if Vos took me back to the outer rim and stayed there for another five years or so. That would be getting me out of my master's hair so he could have more time to help Crion train this 'Chosen One'.//
Obi-Wan had come a long way in that short year of training under Master Jinn. Yes, he did have a lot of anger to work through and sith knows, he spent a lot of time on his knees in meditation. Master Qui-Gon had told him just before all this happened that he had become quite good at controlling his anger. Now this, thought Obi. He was convinced his master had spoken about him and in not too kind of light while he wasn't around.
//Maybe I *AM* the brunt of every joke in the Crion apartment.//
Little did Obi-Wan know that what gossip Anakin got about Obi's visits to the healers was supplied him by the one friend he had, padawan healer, Bruck Chun.
"Look Ani just back off. I don't need you to make any more trouble for me."
" Now that is an understatement if I ever heard one. Of course you don't need me to make trouble, you do enough of that on you own."
Obi-Wan knew before he said it, not too, knew it wasn't a nice thing to say, but hey sometimes a teen going through puberty, even a Jedi teen says things that aren't nice and shouldn't have been said.
"Got give you credit Anakin for someone who has been a lowly slave all his life, you certainly have come up in the world in your knowledge and out of the gutter."
There it was. Obi-Wan had hit a sore spot from Ani's past life, his slavery. He knew as soon as he said it, it was a cruel thing to repeat. He instantly regretted it. The regret came too late.
Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan by the arm, swung him around, and let his fist make contact with the other Jedi's face, precisely his nose, before Obi had time to explain how truly sorry he was.
Obi *was* sorry until Anakin landed the blow. All his feelings of sympathy for Anakin ceased and was reverted back to himself. All he could think of as he righted himself first from being flat on the floor, up to his still wobbly knees, was how much he must resemble the piece of bloody bantha steak he had for last-meal. Obi-Wan also had the dripping blood oozing from him; from his broken nose.
Now it was his turn to retaliate. It had gone too far to draw back and release his anger.. Well too late anyway to release it into the force. Obi-Wan planned to release his anger directly at Anakin Skywalker, //just as soon as I can see again and pick myself up off the floor…//
PEACE ewen
##Meanwhile, back at the pub with Crion and Vos, the two knights appear to be about to start their own tit-for tat.####