Oh dear, I think the last chapter might have been a bit confusing for a few people! No, Yunda is not pregnent and wont be for some time. Anyhoo... here is the next chapter and I hope you will enjoy. If there are any problems or questions please feel free to email me at greenfriedtomatoshotmail.com. TTFN.
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Klip kept an eye out for the person whom he thought best for entering the speeder race with him. They weren't real good friends; not even friends would do; more like aquaintances. But it would have to do, he did not know anyone better to have a good head on his shoulders. Klip just prayed that the person agreed to the whole thing or else they would all be scolded and punished for disobeying the council.
In a flash Klip's prayer seemed to be semi answered. Breaking into a jog, he stopped beside Qui-gon and put on a smile. "Qui-gon." he paused for a moment, giving a smile towards Yunda. "I have a propisition for you."
"Propisition? As in..."
"No, no, not like that. Listen, there is a race being held with a few friends of a friend and I was wondering if you wanted to be my co-pilet. Theres quite a bit going on this thing and its supposed to be something else."
Qui-gon thought and then gave a glance to Yunda. He saw where this was going. Gambling. In a way he was sort of shocked that someone else was interested in such a thing; but he preferred to be the man on the side. "I would enjoy that but I think I am gonna have to pass."
"What? Your going to pass this up? Come on. Why do you think I came to you?"
"Because your desperate."
It was more a statement then a question and Klip knew he was pinned. "Qui-gon, buddy, wheres your sense of thrill and..."
"Klip, I really don't want to go, but thanks for the offer. I swear not to tell anyone though."
Yunda gazed at the two for the time they were talking; never letting out a word. She bit her bottom lip in thought. "I'll do it."
Both sets of eyes locked on her as if she had four heads and they were each speaking a different form of language. Qui-gon just stared. Yunda was not the type of girl to go and leap at the first sign of danger, and he was quite surprised. With a small grin creeping in the corner of his cheek, he folded his arms across his chest. "And what makes you think that you are worhty of being at my side?"
She rolled her eyes then shrugged her shouders as if she did not care. Hearing someone ramble one on how great they were was not something that Yunda really enjoyed conversing about; or at least that was how she was analyzing Klip's words. "Fine, forget it."
Turning on her heel, Yunda went to continue her treck down the hall, but she was stopped by a sudden hand on her shoulder. "Ok, ok. Just be prepaired. This is not a sport for little girls. Don't want you to get hurt."
"Little girl?" She turned back around to face Klip, brushing his hand off with her own. "If I were you, I would worry about myself and how quickly I would be dead if I had no one beside me."
Klip knitted his brow for a moment then grinned once more; intrigued he was. "Two days Padawan Inuit. We'll separate the men from the cupcakes."
Yunda rolled her eyes once more then folded her arms across her chest. She would show him who was weak. Certainly. Seeing that he clearly had nothing more to say, Klip shot her a quick smile and a wink. Soon he was off down the hall and every step made Yunda's smile grow wider.
The more she spent time with Klip the more she began to understand his way of thinking. He could be a complicated padawan at times, but for the majority he was very passionate about life and the Jedi arts. Nothing made his heart more joyful then to have a saber in his hand, and Yunda respected that.
Qui-gon stood baffled at what he had just whitnessed, but soon came out of his trance. "You are so gonna die."
Yunda nodded her head with her dimples popping outward. "Have faith."
"Your scared."
"Like hell..."
Klip smiled. "Oh, don't worry. This person is anything but a rat."
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Klip kept an eye out for the person whom he thought best for entering the speeder race with him. They weren't real good friends; not even friends would do; more like aquaintances. But it would have to do, he did not know anyone better to have a good head on his shoulders. Klip just prayed that the person agreed to the whole thing or else they would all be scolded and punished for disobeying the council.
In a flash Klip's prayer seemed to be semi answered. Breaking into a jog, he stopped beside Qui-gon and put on a smile. "Qui-gon." he paused for a moment, giving a smile towards Yunda. "I have a propisition for you."
"Propisition? As in..."
"No, no, not like that. Listen, there is a race being held with a few friends of a friend and I was wondering if you wanted to be my co-pilet. Theres quite a bit going on this thing and its supposed to be something else."
Qui-gon thought and then gave a glance to Yunda. He saw where this was going. Gambling. In a way he was sort of shocked that someone else was interested in such a thing; but he preferred to be the man on the side. "I would enjoy that but I think I am gonna have to pass."
"What? Your going to pass this up? Come on. Why do you think I came to you?"
"Because your desperate."
It was more a statement then a question and Klip knew he was pinned. "Qui-gon, buddy, wheres your sense of thrill and..."
"Klip, I really don't want to go, but thanks for the offer. I swear not to tell anyone though."
Yunda gazed at the two for the time they were talking; never letting out a word. She bit her bottom lip in thought. "I'll do it."
Both sets of eyes locked on her as if she had four heads and they were each speaking a different form of language. Qui-gon just stared. Yunda was not the type of girl to go and leap at the first sign of danger, and he was quite surprised. With a small grin creeping in the corner of his cheek, he folded his arms across his chest. "And what makes you think that you are worhty of being at my side?"
She rolled her eyes then shrugged her shouders as if she did not care. Hearing someone ramble one on how great they were was not something that Yunda really enjoyed conversing about; or at least that was how she was analyzing Klip's words. "Fine, forget it."
Turning on her heel, Yunda went to continue her treck down the hall, but she was stopped by a sudden hand on her shoulder. "Ok, ok. Just be prepaired. This is not a sport for little girls. Don't want you to get hurt."
"Little girl?" She turned back around to face Klip, brushing his hand off with her own. "If I were you, I would worry about myself and how quickly I would be dead if I had no one beside me."
Klip knitted his brow for a moment then grinned once more; intrigued he was. "Two days Padawan Inuit. We'll separate the men from the cupcakes."
Yunda rolled her eyes once more then folded her arms across her chest. She would show him who was weak. Certainly. Seeing that he clearly had nothing more to say, Klip shot her a quick smile and a wink. Soon he was off down the hall and every step made Yunda's smile grow wider.
The more she spent time with Klip the more she began to understand his way of thinking. He could be a complicated padawan at times, but for the majority he was very passionate about life and the Jedi arts. Nothing made his heart more joyful then to have a saber in his hand, and Yunda respected that.
Qui-gon stood baffled at what he had just whitnessed, but soon came out of his trance. "You are so gonna die."
Yunda nodded her head with her dimples popping outward. "Have faith."
"Your scared."
"Like hell..."
Klip smiled. "Oh, don't worry. This person is anything but a rat."