PART FIVE: YOU MUST LEARN CONTROL
Several other Masters and their apprentices followed. Obi-Wan wiped his face of embarrassment and stepped out of the room. Obi-Wan never felt so embarrassed – again. Two weeks now, Anakin's been at the Temple and already he's made me look like a fool in front of my friends and the Council. If this was how it was going to be, it wouldn't be good. It's gonna be some long years of training him. He couldn't stand the fact that Anakin would be snooping around his personal life.
Obi-Wan followed with his eyes at the array of swarming apprentices in the distance playing with their newly-crafted lightsabers. It made Obi-Wan laugh to see Qui-Gon struggle to maintain his apprentice.... their apprentice.
"Was I ever that much of a pain?"
"No. Not all the time, at least." a voice popped up around the corner. Obi-Wan turned to it. "Hey, Obi-Wan."
"Hey, Bant." Obi-Wan gave her a hug.
Bant, a Mon Calamarian, was a close friend to Obi-Wan. Her soft salmon skin and silvery eyes always glistened brightly in any light. Though, she would have jokes played on her because she resembled a fish so much in her looks, she only laughed off the comments. She stuck by him, giving him encouraging words when he needed it. He would come to her about several problems that didn't seem to have a solution. When they were young, still in the Temple, and not tending to the galaxy, they'd go to the lake in the Room of a Thousand Fountains and take a swim. He knew he could always rely on her, especially when times were rough. She was among the few who were given the right to call him by his real name. He didn't permit just anyone to address him that way.
"So, that's the Chosen One?" satire in her voice.
"Yeah, he is."
"He doesn't look all that great."
"So, it isn't just me?" he said sarcastically.
"Well, now that I think about it. He's the one who took out the entire droid ship?" she asked, sarcastically. "Man, Ben, you got a lot of catching up to do."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Hey, wait a minute!"
Bant laughed. "Wow. That's impressive. Why didn't you do that, Obi?"
"Man, I can't believe you! I was busy dealing with that Sith Lord--"
"Yeah. Yeah." Her eyes turned to watch the array of apprentices come back, ignoring him.
"Oh, thanks a lot, Bant." Obi-Wan said, disgustedly.
Bant turned to him again. "I'm only kidding, Obi-Wan." She tapped him lightly. "So, he's yours?"
"What makes you think that?" the disgust was still there.
"That's all I hear everyone talking about. 'The Chosen One. Yeah, I heard he was Obi-Wan's.' 'Yeah, also Qui-Gon's. What was the Council thinking?' Blah. Blah. Blah. That's all they talk about. It's so big. You're a star, Ben."
Obi-Wan sighed.
"Is he really yours and Master Qui-Gon's?"
"Yeah. At least that's what the Council concluded. I don't know if they think I'm too young to take my own padawan or they suggested he take two masters," He shrugged, slightly annoyed. "I didn't pay much attention to the conversation–like always."
"They just couldn't get you off your Master's arm, could they?" Bant nudged him.
"I don't know anymore."
The array of apprentice's passed by them and Obi-Wan waved his hand. They all fell to the ground.
Bant held in a stifle laugh. Obi-Wan covered his mouth from laughing. Anakin was the first to get to his feet, glaring at the two Jedi.
"Why'd you do that?" Anakin asked.
Control. You must learn control. Obi-Wan couldn't help but imitate Master Yoda.
Bant held in another stifle laugh. As soon as Qui-Gon had reached them, Obi-Wan disappeared down the hall with Bant following.
To be continued....
Several other Masters and their apprentices followed. Obi-Wan wiped his face of embarrassment and stepped out of the room. Obi-Wan never felt so embarrassed – again. Two weeks now, Anakin's been at the Temple and already he's made me look like a fool in front of my friends and the Council. If this was how it was going to be, it wouldn't be good. It's gonna be some long years of training him. He couldn't stand the fact that Anakin would be snooping around his personal life.
Obi-Wan followed with his eyes at the array of swarming apprentices in the distance playing with their newly-crafted lightsabers. It made Obi-Wan laugh to see Qui-Gon struggle to maintain his apprentice.... their apprentice.
"Was I ever that much of a pain?"
"No. Not all the time, at least." a voice popped up around the corner. Obi-Wan turned to it. "Hey, Obi-Wan."
"Hey, Bant." Obi-Wan gave her a hug.
Bant, a Mon Calamarian, was a close friend to Obi-Wan. Her soft salmon skin and silvery eyes always glistened brightly in any light. Though, she would have jokes played on her because she resembled a fish so much in her looks, she only laughed off the comments. She stuck by him, giving him encouraging words when he needed it. He would come to her about several problems that didn't seem to have a solution. When they were young, still in the Temple, and not tending to the galaxy, they'd go to the lake in the Room of a Thousand Fountains and take a swim. He knew he could always rely on her, especially when times were rough. She was among the few who were given the right to call him by his real name. He didn't permit just anyone to address him that way.
"So, that's the Chosen One?" satire in her voice.
"Yeah, he is."
"He doesn't look all that great."
"So, it isn't just me?" he said sarcastically.
"Well, now that I think about it. He's the one who took out the entire droid ship?" she asked, sarcastically. "Man, Ben, you got a lot of catching up to do."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Hey, wait a minute!"
Bant laughed. "Wow. That's impressive. Why didn't you do that, Obi?"
"Man, I can't believe you! I was busy dealing with that Sith Lord--"
"Yeah. Yeah." Her eyes turned to watch the array of apprentices come back, ignoring him.
"Oh, thanks a lot, Bant." Obi-Wan said, disgustedly.
Bant turned to him again. "I'm only kidding, Obi-Wan." She tapped him lightly. "So, he's yours?"
"What makes you think that?" the disgust was still there.
"That's all I hear everyone talking about. 'The Chosen One. Yeah, I heard he was Obi-Wan's.' 'Yeah, also Qui-Gon's. What was the Council thinking?' Blah. Blah. Blah. That's all they talk about. It's so big. You're a star, Ben."
Obi-Wan sighed.
"Is he really yours and Master Qui-Gon's?"
"Yeah. At least that's what the Council concluded. I don't know if they think I'm too young to take my own padawan or they suggested he take two masters," He shrugged, slightly annoyed. "I didn't pay much attention to the conversation–like always."
"They just couldn't get you off your Master's arm, could they?" Bant nudged him.
"I don't know anymore."
The array of apprentice's passed by them and Obi-Wan waved his hand. They all fell to the ground.
Bant held in a stifle laugh. Obi-Wan covered his mouth from laughing. Anakin was the first to get to his feet, glaring at the two Jedi.
"Why'd you do that?" Anakin asked.
Control. You must learn control. Obi-Wan couldn't help but imitate Master Yoda.
Bant held in another stifle laugh. As soon as Qui-Gon had reached them, Obi-Wan disappeared down the hall with Bant following.
To be continued....