Author's Thanks:

To my reviewers elfluvr77, Falcona, & MusicDreamer, for their input & patience.

e77 - Glad to be of service. ;) Feel free to let me know any parts you feel could be improved that I may further brighten your day.

F (& co.) - Thanks for the input. :) That's what I need to hear. I'll chew on that one, awhile... There's gotta be a better way of getting that insult across so it's spelled out, while being consistently amusing & keeping the interest of those who don't know who I'm talking about... Thanks for the vote of confidence, too. :)

MD - Review appreciated. :) (Well, I don't want to be redundant, now do I?...) A'Sharad (I may be remembering his name wrong), I met in a graphic novel. About Tuskens being "too reckless"—Jedi Knight Tahiri Veila was raised by Tuskens. I think he's from a similar situation to that... His father was adopted by them or something, if I understand it correctly. I'll probably rewrite that chapter, sometime. P.S. Will you stop deleting your stories?


Author's Note:

Sorry for the wait. I thought I'd already put this up & hadn't been able to check. I've been busy, then sick, then busy and sick, now sick…

Suffice to say I haven't had the brightest weeks. I'll try to get the next chapter of "Comeback" out by next week, but I can't promise that. Anyway…

Enjoy! :)


He Isn't Dead Yet, You Know.

"Will you stop tapping your foot?"

"Will you stop acting so blasted calm?" Siri hissed back. "We've both been called before the Council, for Force sakes."

Obi-Wan shrugged. "I'm sure the reason for it will be revealed shortly."

Her crystal blue eyes glared at him from the slit between her eyelids. "And how do you plan on defending our 'outing', Oaf?"

He blinked. He made the connection. He groaned. "Oh, no..."

"I bet Master Billaba was a dull Padawan."

Obi-Wan privately shared the sentiment. "Why would she wait so long before reporting, though?"

"Our fight yesterday morning?" offered the blonde with a shrug. "She seemed none too pleased with that."

So Siri'd noticed it, too. "Maybe—"

The Council aide entered and bowed. They stood and bowed in return. "The Council will see you now."

Sharing a glance, they entered.

"Padawan Kenobi. Padawan Tachi." Master Mace Windu greeted them.

Master Yoda hrumphed and padded over to them. "There when found, the letter was, were you?"

Obi-Wan shot a frown at Siri. "We saw it, yes..."

"And the ballet slippers?"

Siri Tachi straightened and faced her Master. "Yes, Master!"

"And A'Sharad?"

Obi-Wan winced, recalling his laugh, and bowed to the speaker. "Yes, Master Ki."

"Seen who might have done these things, have you?" Master Yoda eyed them closely.

The two Padawans glanced at each other. Siri scowled. He shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

Master Yoda sighed heavily. "Dismissed, you are. If see my gimer stick you do, inform the Council you will."

Padawan Kenobi blinked, realizing only know that the renowned Master lacked his walking stick. Siri gripped his elbow, reminding him of their dismissal.


"Padawan Kenobi."

He jumped, startled by the unexpected voice in the Temple's silent library. "Master Billaba!"

"Looking for something?"

"Oh—I—"

"Padawan Tachi is not a ballerina, if that is the personnel file you seek."

Blood rushed to his ears. "I—"

"Never thought as much. Of course. Would you assist me?"

Obi-Wan was hearing the most words out of this Master's mouth that he ever had in one sitting. "Yes, Master?"

She waved at a shelf of books deep within the aisles. "I am pulling a file on Naboo royal face paints for the Younglings. However, it seems to have been misplaced. It is somewhere in this section."

"Of course!" He went around to the other side.

Obi-Wan stopped short. "Master Billaba!"

"Padawan Kenobi?" She joined him.

There, buried in the Temple library, was Master Yoda's gimer stick on a pedestal. He moved closer to read the engraved plaque.

Ancient Artifact