Author's Note: Kit is about ten years older than Obi-Wan in this chapter. I'm not sure if that is correct, but that is the way I have it.
The hooded Jedi crept silently along the passage. His feet made no sound and his body cast no shadow. He pressed himself up to a wall and slowly peeked around. Behind him someone giggled.
"Shhhh! They are out there," Kit Fisto whispered loudly to the Padawan. "Come, hide in the darkness of my robe." He sprang on the boy, wrapping him in the superfluous folds. The twelve-year-old laughed loudly.
"Is that a Padawan?" Kit glanced up at the Master who stood before him. Instantly he released the boy. "Run along, Kenobi," the man said gruffly. The boy scampered off, leaving Kit to face Master Dooku by himself. "What was the meaning of that display?" He stared down his long nose at Kit.
"I was simply entertaining him." Kit did not lower his eyes.
"Your actions do not befit a Jedi. This is just proof that you should not be one."
Kit was taken aback at the blatant attack. "That is for the Council to decide."
"I will not tolerate your impudence. It comes to mind that I should inform the Council of this occurrence." The man turned on his heel. Kit allowed himself a grin as Dooku stumbled over some plant tendrils. The Force was a useful thing indeed.
Kit did find himself summoned to the Council later that day. Haven't they anything better to do than process complaints? He cleared his mind as he entered the chamber and immediately felt that the summons was for a different purpose. As was the custom he stood in the center, surrounded by the members.
"Trouble there is, in the Outer Rim world of Glee Anselm," Yoda stated. "Familiar you are with this world."
"The Council is commissioning you and several other Jedi to negate the disturbance," Shaak Ti added. "You will lead them, as you have first-hand knowledge of the region in conflict."
Kit stood, aghast. "You want me to lead Jedi?"
"You think you are not ready?" Even Piell asked, raising his good eyebrow.
"I have never thought I was ready for anything," Kit paused, "but if the Council thinks so, then it must be true." The Council members nodded. "Who are the Jedi I am to lead?"
"Three there are, Master Mace Windu, Master Qui-Gon Jinn, and his apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"What should I expect and prepare for?" The Jedi relished the thought of leading a team and using the Force.
"There is conflict among the residents of the planet," Shaak Ti explained. "We think it is more than a small civil skirmish. There is a disturbance in the Force."
Kit stood silently, waiting for them to dismiss him. He was thinking deeply on the mission. Kit thought over the three members of his team. Master Windu was very skilled with the Force and with a saber, as was Qui-Gon. However, Qui-Gon had a bad reputation with the Council, and his Padawan was just a boy, even if he was a great boy. As he returned to his quarters he was oblivious to his surroundings.
"Look out!" Kit sprang to the side as a boy hurled past him. Obi-Wan did not stop to explain, instead disappearing around the corner with his braid flying. Behind him ran another Padawan, Siri Tachi, her long legs eating up the distance between Obi-Wan and herself. Kit grinned and shook his head. That was the Padawan he was to lead. It was true that Obi-Wan was a quick learner and very obedient, but his lack of experience made him a risky member of the team.
Hyperspace had always bothered Kit. He was uncomfortable in the vast darkness of space and the speed at which the ship traveled. He sat strapped in his chair, nervously fidgeting. Obi-Wan crouched near an astrotech droid, carrying on a lively conversation.
"Yeah, we get to go to this watery planet and kick some butt."
"Bleep, bloop, bleep-bleep." The droid replied.
"Sure I'm a real Jedi. I have a lightsaber. See!" The boy pulled his weapon out of his robes. "Can't light it here, though. Too dangerous."
"Beep, blop bloop."
"No. I'm not afraid to live dangerously, but my Master would kill me!"
Kit chuckled, and from his semi-reclined position, Mace Windu even cracked a smile, though his eyes remained closed.
Kit glanced to the cockpit where Qui-Gon steadily maneuvered the ship toward his childhood home.
"What does it look like?" He finally asked.
Qui-Gon spun to face him, his face briefly registering his confusion. "Here I'll pull it up." He tapped a few keys and a colorful image popped up on the hologram.
"I've never seen it from space," Fisto explained. "But, mind you, I know every inch of the province I was born in." Qui-Gon looked reassured.
"Master, can I fly?" Obi-Wan peeked from behind Kit.
Qui-Gon stood from the chair and motioned his Padawan to sit. With a joyous look, Obi-Wan complied. "Place your hand here." Qui-Gon indicated the appropriate position. "Yes, and use this control to maneuver." Kit was forced to return to his seat as the ship began to wind through space. He could not, however, suppress a chuckle at the boy's antics. Soon all three of them were roaring with laughter.
"Isn't this a serious mission?" Mace raised his eyebrows. The three stopped. Obi-Wan looked embarrassed and rejoined his friend the droid. Qui-Gon returned to the pilot's chair. Kit was left in his seat, staring fixedly at the image of Glee Anselm.
A/N: As always, tell me of my errors. I mean spelling/grammar and canon. As I said before (you may recall) I have not read many of the books, so lemme know things and alla that. Reviewers: I love you. You make my day happy. That means review. I am trying my hardest not to make this predictable, so don't expect the next chapter to be anything near normal.