Authors Notes: Shanobi tips are good! Tips make me write better!
Disclaimer: Read the first chappy legal peeps. Too lazy to repeat :)
Review Thank Yous...
Darienetta Stoke: rolls eyesi shouldn't tell you about these things should I? Why're you reviewing this anyway -you should be writing! Go! Thanks though :D /grins/
shadow warrior: hehe Obi rocks -he's my favourite too :D
Princess-Kinky: Why am I deranged? I've been called many things... nutty, weird, insane... but never deranged Hopefully the characters will develop through the story... crosses fingers... i really don't want them to turn out 2-D :(
Snow-Glory: Will he completely forgive Qui-Gon? Ooooh what a question! Well, y'see, i'm not gonna say. He might though. Course he also might not... [yoda voice]always in motion, the future is.[/voice]
Rieyeuxs: dancesyou like?! I LOVE IT when people like!
Shanobi: I love tips! Tips are good! I didn't mean to hint i didn't want them hugs tips-i really don't like this chapter though, lol.
Aida: Heheee angst. Gotta love angst! It may not come quickly but oh boy i live for angst.
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Chapter Two: Of Returning and Leaving
Despite Healer Tismari's orders, Obi-Wan didn't stay in bed for at least a week, rather after three days of resting he got up anyway to see how far he could walk without being found out and without falling over. The former, unfortunately, came first.
"Just where do you think you're going?"
So close. "Outside, I can't stay in that room any longer." The room was beginning to get suffocating; he needed to meditate in the fresh air for change to sort out everything that'd happened in the short space of the time.
The Healer tapped a foot impatiently, "You're not strong enough to be wondering about yet, Jedi Kenobi."
Obi-Wan stood up straighter, "I'm standing aren't I? I'm going to go outside."
Hands on hips, she began to formulate an argument to list all of the reasons why he shouldn't be doing either of those things when the entrance of another caused her to stop and courtesy briefly,
"Your Highness."
Queen Amidala glided into the pale room with a practised ease. Unlike the previous times he had been in her company when she looked more like the porcelain dolls he'd seen on some planets, today she wore less make-up and an elegant gown, her hair held in place by some kind of red clip atop her head.
He thanked the Force for her interruption and bowed formally.
"Queen Amidala."
"Padawan Kenobi." Her voice was low and neutral as she replied.
"How can I help, you Highness?" Healer Tismari asked, knowing how unusual it was for the young Queen to come to this part of the Palace.
"I wish to speak with Jedi Kenobi, may he walk with me?"
Before the Healer could answer Obi-Wan held out his arm for the young Queen and led her to the outside he'd been trying so desperately to reach.
"You wished to speak with me, my Lady?"
The gardens were lush and beautiful, almost as calming as the Meditation gardens at the Jedi Temple, and somewhere water was trickling over rocks.
Actually, she wished to thank him rather than talk with him. And also to pass on a message from Yoda and Qui-Gon that they'd had to returned to Corusant.
Much to the chagrin of the medical staff, he continued to take walks around the gardens, extending each trip by a few minutes at the beginning and end each time, gradually feeling his old strength returning, so that when he himself returned to his home eight days later, there was little trace of the ordeal left as he faced the Jedi Council.
Their faces betrayed no emotion or thought, giving a very sombre feel to the room, despite the high windows that were built into two-thirds of the circular rooms' walls. In fact, it was the consensus of the general population that the members of the Council had no feelings, that they were empty husks who simply pronounced judgement on a wide range of decisions. Outside of the Council Chambers, the majority of Jedi knew it was otherwise.
"Masters." Bowing low he felt oddly off balance without Qui-Gon there with him, to oppose the highest-ranking members of the Order and do the actual talking.
"Know why you are here?"
"Yes, Masters."
"Your Trials will begin tomorrow,"
"A ship will be waiting for you at the sixth hour in Docking Port seven."
"We will be monitoring you constantly,"
"You are to have no help during that time,"
"And you many contact nobody."
They spoke with practised ease, finishing each others thoughts that flowed through the telepathic bond they shared as a Council.
"I understand, Masters."
"May the Force be with you."
"And with you Masters." Bowing low once more he turned and left quickly; he needed to gather his things and meditate for tomorrow, after all, he thought, it might be the last time he truly got to rest for a long time.
The next morning, when the sun hadn't even thought about rising yet, Obi-Wan moved sluggishly around the temporary rooms he'd been assigned to since Anakin had moved into the apartment he and Qui-Gon used to share. His things were still in the boxes that were obviously carefully packed by his Master.
And since he didn't know his way around the unfamiliar layout, he managed to acquire several sore spots and bruises just making his way to the 'fresher.
By quarter to six he was pretty sure his legs were going to make him pay, but at least after showering the amount of bumps (leading to bruises) greatly decreased and he was about to leave the Temple as a Padawan for the last time.
If he didn't pass, he wouldn't come back. It was as simple as that.
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Post A/N: Hmm. Don't particularly like this chapter so it'll be good to know what you guys think ;) (hint review hinthint)... it's just kinda an interlude to getting to the point One more chapter in the past and we'll be skipping a few years. Feed the author... review. You know you want to!
Disclaimer: Read the first chappy legal peeps. Too lazy to repeat :)
Review Thank Yous...
Darienetta Stoke: rolls eyesi shouldn't tell you about these things should I? Why're you reviewing this anyway -you should be writing! Go! Thanks though :D /grins/
shadow warrior: hehe Obi rocks -he's my favourite too :D
Princess-Kinky: Why am I deranged? I've been called many things... nutty, weird, insane... but never deranged Hopefully the characters will develop through the story... crosses fingers... i really don't want them to turn out 2-D :(
Snow-Glory: Will he completely forgive Qui-Gon? Ooooh what a question! Well, y'see, i'm not gonna say. He might though. Course he also might not... [yoda voice]always in motion, the future is.[/voice]
Rieyeuxs: dancesyou like?! I LOVE IT when people like!
Shanobi: I love tips! Tips are good! I didn't mean to hint i didn't want them hugs tips-i really don't like this chapter though, lol.
Aida: Heheee angst. Gotta love angst! It may not come quickly but oh boy i live for angst.
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Chapter Two: Of Returning and Leaving
Despite Healer Tismari's orders, Obi-Wan didn't stay in bed for at least a week, rather after three days of resting he got up anyway to see how far he could walk without being found out and without falling over. The former, unfortunately, came first.
"Just where do you think you're going?"
So close. "Outside, I can't stay in that room any longer." The room was beginning to get suffocating; he needed to meditate in the fresh air for change to sort out everything that'd happened in the short space of the time.
The Healer tapped a foot impatiently, "You're not strong enough to be wondering about yet, Jedi Kenobi."
Obi-Wan stood up straighter, "I'm standing aren't I? I'm going to go outside."
Hands on hips, she began to formulate an argument to list all of the reasons why he shouldn't be doing either of those things when the entrance of another caused her to stop and courtesy briefly,
"Your Highness."
Queen Amidala glided into the pale room with a practised ease. Unlike the previous times he had been in her company when she looked more like the porcelain dolls he'd seen on some planets, today she wore less make-up and an elegant gown, her hair held in place by some kind of red clip atop her head.
He thanked the Force for her interruption and bowed formally.
"Queen Amidala."
"Padawan Kenobi." Her voice was low and neutral as she replied.
"How can I help, you Highness?" Healer Tismari asked, knowing how unusual it was for the young Queen to come to this part of the Palace.
"I wish to speak with Jedi Kenobi, may he walk with me?"
Before the Healer could answer Obi-Wan held out his arm for the young Queen and led her to the outside he'd been trying so desperately to reach.
"You wished to speak with me, my Lady?"
The gardens were lush and beautiful, almost as calming as the Meditation gardens at the Jedi Temple, and somewhere water was trickling over rocks.
Actually, she wished to thank him rather than talk with him. And also to pass on a message from Yoda and Qui-Gon that they'd had to returned to Corusant.
Much to the chagrin of the medical staff, he continued to take walks around the gardens, extending each trip by a few minutes at the beginning and end each time, gradually feeling his old strength returning, so that when he himself returned to his home eight days later, there was little trace of the ordeal left as he faced the Jedi Council.
Their faces betrayed no emotion or thought, giving a very sombre feel to the room, despite the high windows that were built into two-thirds of the circular rooms' walls. In fact, it was the consensus of the general population that the members of the Council had no feelings, that they were empty husks who simply pronounced judgement on a wide range of decisions. Outside of the Council Chambers, the majority of Jedi knew it was otherwise.
"Masters." Bowing low he felt oddly off balance without Qui-Gon there with him, to oppose the highest-ranking members of the Order and do the actual talking.
"Know why you are here?"
"Yes, Masters."
"Your Trials will begin tomorrow,"
"A ship will be waiting for you at the sixth hour in Docking Port seven."
"We will be monitoring you constantly,"
"You are to have no help during that time,"
"And you many contact nobody."
They spoke with practised ease, finishing each others thoughts that flowed through the telepathic bond they shared as a Council.
"I understand, Masters."
"May the Force be with you."
"And with you Masters." Bowing low once more he turned and left quickly; he needed to gather his things and meditate for tomorrow, after all, he thought, it might be the last time he truly got to rest for a long time.
The next morning, when the sun hadn't even thought about rising yet, Obi-Wan moved sluggishly around the temporary rooms he'd been assigned to since Anakin had moved into the apartment he and Qui-Gon used to share. His things were still in the boxes that were obviously carefully packed by his Master.
And since he didn't know his way around the unfamiliar layout, he managed to acquire several sore spots and bruises just making his way to the 'fresher.
By quarter to six he was pretty sure his legs were going to make him pay, but at least after showering the amount of bumps (leading to bruises) greatly decreased and he was about to leave the Temple as a Padawan for the last time.
If he didn't pass, he wouldn't come back. It was as simple as that.
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Post A/N: Hmm. Don't particularly like this chapter so it'll be good to know what you guys think ;) (hint review hinthint)... it's just kinda an interlude to getting to the point One more chapter in the past and we'll be skipping a few years. Feed the author... review. You know you want to!