Jadia raced down the road, wisps of hair flying all around. Obi used one hand to try to bat them down, away from his face, but the pesky things kept on coming back. "Jadia?" he yelled over the engine. It was no use; she couldn't hear him over all the racket of the street. "Jadia!"

She turned her head slightly, and put a hand to her ear. Obi nearly jumped off the bike when he heard her voice in his head. "Ya say something?"

"What?!?" he exclaimed. "Where. . . ?"

He heard her smile. "Didn't I tell ya? I installed a pair of comlinks in these helmets so I could hear ya'll, if there was a problem, right?"

"Oh. That makes sense, I guess." Obi said, and turned his attention back to the road. "Next time, tie your hair back, okay?"

"I usually do," Jadia laughed. "I'll get it back when we get to the Novaya, how's that?"

"What is the Novaya anyway?" Obi asked, puzzled. "I've never heard of any organization like that before..watch out!" Obi could feel the heat emitting from the speeder as it bore down on them. He felt sick as the bike tipped dangerously to the right, engine whining. Somehow Jadia managed not to collide with the speeder and raced on, turning back to the left to stay in a straight line. "That was a little close for my comfort, Jadia. . . ."

"Oh, lighten up! You're just fine, aren't you?"

"You're the one who made Master Jinn's hair turn gray, aren't you?"

"Naw, I scared the hair completely off of my Master's head."

"Who were you under? Yoda?"

Jadia snorted. "That wrinkled old bantha? No way in hell would I ever listen to him!"

"Jadia!" Obi was shocked. "Master Yoda is highly respected! He's extremely strong in the Force, more powerful than any other Jedi. And he's worked so hard, for so long, he demands our respect! Besides. . . . . " Jadia took a sharp swerve into oncoming traffic, earning several rude gestures and loud comments regarding her driving ability. Obi grabbed her waist with both hands again and gave a short involuntary scream. He heard her laugh into the comlink again.

"What's the matter?" she taunted him. "You scared?"

"No," Obi lied, trying to calm down. "I was just. . . .surprised, that's all."

"Then you wouldn't mind if I did. . ." Jadia purposefully yanked the bike into a tight turn, causing the bike to roll left and tilt Obi within inches of the traffic next to them. ". . .this?"

Obi grimaced and turned his head away, biting his lip to keep from saying anything. "Not at all," he forced himself to say, hanging on to her for dear life.

"Okay, good. Oh, wait, that was the wrong turn!" Jadia said innocently, pretending to have just realized this information. "We have to go back!" she announced, and whipped across the lanes again, back to the center of the road.

"Are we there yet?" Obi whined, not daring to look up. "How much further?"

"Just a few blocks. Unless I took this road. . ." Jadia grinned evilly. "But we can't leave Jinn waiting in that port, so I'll be nice. This time."

"If I have anything to do with it, there won't be a next time." Obi muttered to himself.

"I heard that." Jadia said, smiling.

"Blast" Obi sighed. "I hate Jedi."