Background: Okay, this is a little story that was begun by me and a friend. It is told through the point of view of two original characters. My friend Deb created all the sections with the character Undomiel and I created all the sections with Cienanos.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. George Lucas created it and holds all rights to the work. I'm not making any money off of the story…just having some fun with the awesome characters he created!

The Beginning…

Undomiel

"Now approaching Coruscant . . ." the voice of the ship's announcer calls through the speakers, sounding rather tinny as it rings through the hallways and echoes off of the metal walls. "All passengers disembarking will be exiting through the portside door. Before leaving, please make certain that all possessions are accounted for . . ."

"The crew assumes no responsibility for items left on the ship." I continue with the prerecorded message. "Anything left will be taken to the Lost and Found. Please contact the Blue Star main offices in Corellia for retrieval. Thank you for flying Blue Star lines, we hope you have enjoyed your travels."

I roll my eyes as I sit up in my bunk; I had heard that message with every star system we had entered since we left Corellia, and I was beginning to wonder how the crew of the ship managed to keep their sanity hearing it day in and day out. As I swing my feet over the side of the bed and jump down to the floor, I heave a sigh and begin to gather my things.

Rifling through my bag to make sure that I still have everything that I left with (which in all honesty wasn't much) I feel my hand wrap around a metal cylinder; pulling it out, I let the cool steel roll back and forth across my palms, trying to get used to the fact that I am going to have to eventually wield the weapon and appear as if I am comfortable with it. As I flip it on, I hear the sharp hiss of the blade and see its familiar green glow; I smile as I stand in ready position, holding the blade upright and feeling the muscles in my arms tense as I move to slice the air to my right. The blade sings and I feel my heart nearly jump out of my chest for joy when a knock on the door sends my arm flying and the blade soaring across the room and through the lamp next to the bed.

"Undomiel . . ." I hear as the door opens; my heart sinks as I see the Jedi Master Tralayn standing in the frame, shaking her head. Her short red hair brushes over her cheeks as her deep blue eyes look at me admonishingly. I curse inwardly at my lack of grace; of all people to have knocked on the door!

"A lightsaber is not a toy, my young Padawan." She says, looking grim.

I scuttle over to where the hilt of the lightsaber lies, now switched off, on the floor near the bed; picking up the pieces of the lamp with one hand and the lightsaber with the other, I raise my head and nod. "Yes Master." I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I am sorry. I will be more careful in the future."

Tralayn hides a smile as I fasten my lightsaber to my belt and pull my cloak onto my shoulders. "Yes . . . you must if you are to continue." She says, serious once more. "Now come . . ." she adds as she turns to exit the room. "The ship has nearly landed."

As if on cue, the ship gives a lurch and I stumble forward, nearly tripping. Tralayn glides through the doorway and down the hall as I place my bag on my shoulder and rush out after her, my boots sounding off of the tile floor as I hurry to catch up. The already dim lights of the hallway fade even more as the Corellian cruiser powers down for landing; other passengers rush about frantically, yelling in languages both familiar and foreign as I struggle to keep sight of my Master, not wanting to disappoint her again.

"Uggh. Come on people. Move." I mutter inaudibly as I see Tralayn turn a corner and vanish into the crowd. Stretching onto tiptoe, I try to look over the heads of the people in front of me, craning my neck and straining my senses. Unfortunately, my height had never given me an advantage in situations like this before, and proved to once again be the bane of my existence. "Ack!" I cry, just as I bump into another female passenger walking through the adjoining hallway, sending us both to the floor in two heaps.

"You know, I thought this Jedi thing was supposed to be all about calm and reason." She says as she eyes my garb and the weapon on the floor. Her brown curls frame her face as she flashes a smile and picks up the lightsaber. "I've just never been that way . . . what's your excuse?" She adds as she chuckles and places the battered metal cylinder in my hand. I take it from her gratefully as we both stand up and I refasten the hilt in its place.

"I have no idea." I say, shaking my head. "I don't even know how I got here in the first place . . . they must have made a mistake or something."

"The Masters don't make mistakes. You've got to have something." She responds as she pushes her hair out of her face and brushes her cloak back into place. It is then that I notice the lightsaber at her side, and I finally put two and two together.

"You're on your way to the Jedi Academy too?" I ask hopefully.

She tilts her head as her eyes sparkle with laughter. "Naw . . . what gave you that idea?" she says.

Feeling rather sheepish, I hang my head. "Oh . . ." I mutter.

"Hey kid. It's alright. I'm just joking." The stranger says. "The name's Cienanos by the way." She adds, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Undomiel." I say, taking her hand and shaking it vigorously. "Nice to meet you too." Just then, I hear the sounds of soft footsteps approaching from behind as a hand is placed on my shoulder. I grimace as I hear a familiar voice from behind me.

"Padawan . . ." Tralayn says, her disapproval evident in her tone. I shoot Cienanos a furtive look as I turn towards the exit ramp, Tralayn's arm steering me from behind.

I am never going to get this right . . . I think to myself, shaking my head slightly.

"It is not so much that you make mistakes, Undomiel." Tralayn says, as if reading my thoughts. "It is that you do not seem to learn from them. Be mindful."

"Yes, Master." I say dutifully.

"I have no doubt that you can become a great Jedi." She continues quietly as we walk down the ramp. "I would not have taken you as a Padawan if I thought otherwise. But you must listen, and heed the words of the masters, if you are to grow. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master." I say again. "I just . . ."

I stop my thought mid sentence as I look around at the scene that has come into view; cruisers and speeders fill the air, their trail ways looking like the veins and arteries of a great metallic circulatory system. Buildings circle the landing pad, stretching into the early evening sky, now blazing orange with the setting sun. The capitol city of the Republic, the home to many of the great ambassadors from across the Universe, as well as the meeting place for the Jedi Council; this is Coruscant.

Cienanos

Watching the young Padawan and her Master disappear, I readjust my cloak once more and check the time.

I realize that I better hurry if I'm going to meet my Master at Ambassador Totin's office. I hurry off in the opposite direction from where the young apprentice disappeared. I wind my way through the maze of street, skyways, and ships that is Coruscant. The Ambassador's office is not far…just a short trip in a skycab and I'm there, on time for once. I see Master Siron waiting in the reception area. Even sitting he is a distinguished looking man. He is tall with short grey hair, a full face and piercing violet eyes. He can present an air of distinction and intimidation. As I approach him, I am reminded of the first time that I met him. I was so frightened. I was a small eleven-year-old child looking at this huge man. However, I realized shortly after I began my apprenticeship that he was a kind man with a dry sense of humor. Really dry, I mean the deserts of Majora Prime are swamps compared to his sense of humor.

"Padawan," he looks closely at me as he addresses me, "Did you bring what I asked you to bring?"

I quickly pull out the package I had been requested to retrieve from Corellia.

"And all went well?" he asks.

"Yes Master, all went well." I reply.

"Good. Then we will report to the Ambassador and return to the Temple."

Our meeting went well. The Ambassador was pleased with our report and we were on our way out of his office when my master began to look thoughtful.

"That meeting went well," he said.

I had noticed that my lightsaber clasp had become tangled in my tunic again and I began to fiddle with it.

"Yes Master, it went really well."

Stupid clasp.

"It went a little too well if you ask me, Nano."

I mean really! Who designs these things! It's always getting caught just to the left of my tunic pocket.

"I didn't notice anything in particular, Master."

We approached the top of the grand staircase leading to the entrance of the building and my fiddling is swiftly becoming and all out war with the clasp. Suddenly, just as I have the clasp in my clutches, my cloak becomes tangled in the buckle of my boot and I begin my rather, uh, speedy decent down the stairs.

Funny thing about falling down a huge staircase, time seems to slow down. All during my descent I kept thinking of that old Jedi lesson: Grace, agility, mastery over ones environment. These are the things a Jedi must remember.

Well, actually, it was more like Grace, THUD, Agility, THUD BANG, Mastery over ones en-CRASH-vironment. These are the things-THUD-a Jedi must remember. SPLAT.

As I lay, sprawled at the bottom of the steps, I hear the sound of Master Siron's footsteps descending the stairs. Sure, take the slow way down.

"Are you injured Nano?"

"No Master, I'm fine. I just landed on my head."

"Ah…good. Nothing you need then."

Everybody's a comedian…..