Qui-Gon frowned as Revan stormed into the lounge. The newly demoted knight eyed the Master. "Did you give Anakin a tutoring session without my permission?"

Qui-Gon sighed, "It's unbecoming of a Jedi to be so territorial."

"I never put much stock in all that nonsense about being 'better' then chemical reactions our brain interprets as emotions." Revan waved off.

Qui-Gon would have been worried if any other Jedi said something so dismissive. However, he, like all Initiates, had read about Revan. The impossible master of both dark and light sides of the force. The Ultimate symbol of balance... he supposed it made sense such would require him to draw on emotions... but for a Jedi... that was... dangerous.

"Now kindly answer the question." Revan crossed his arms, frustration and irritations coming off him in waves.

"I realize you were probably hoping to teach a lesson about not skipping course material," Qui-Gon remained calm, "However he came looking for help. The lesson you had was not needed, as he had realized his mistake and was looking to correct it."

The Jedi Master half expected the younger man to proclaim, "That wasn't your decision to make." But instead the emotions swirled around the now contemplating man for a few moments, before being released into the force... that... actually put a lot of Qui-Gon's concerns to rest.

The young man might use his emotions to give him strength, but unlike a Dark Sider, he still retained perfect control of them. Even being able to release them the second he realized the negative emotions weren't necessary... Though what he was planning to do with those emotions, if Qui-Gon had released a less then efficent answer, was anyone's guess... Perhaps he was merely trying to intimidate the older Jedi?

Revan sighed, now completely calm, as he rubbed his head in exacerbation. He walked over to Qui-Gon's side, and with barest efforts, let his body collapse. He fell into a chair that had not been there a moment ago. Another thing a Jedi of purely the Light Side would never think to do. The young man had called on the force to do so insignificant a thing as move a chair.

Not even initiates would display such thoughtless disrespect for the Force. As it truly was thoughtless. The boy did it without the slightest moment of contemplation. Even lazily flopping into the chair, as it caught him.

Qui-Gon had quite a bit of disagreements with the Council. They often told him he was a bit more carefree then they liked, but even he wouldn't use the force so carelessly. The boy used his gifts as if a plaything... he was practically boasting about it, as an apple floated off a nearby fruit bowl, and into his hand.

"I understand there is a learning period," The boy sighed not realizing... or perhaps not caring, that his actions could be considered offensive to not only the Jedi, but the Force itself. "After taking on a Padawan," he bit into his apple, but at least swallowed it before talking again. So at least he had some manners, "but I didn't expect it too be so different then training an Apprentice." Revan confessed, though with far less frustration. It was clearly now in more acceptable levels for a young Jedi Knight, with their first Padawan.

"Anakin's case is even trickier then normal," Qui-Gon acknowledged. Keeping his thoughts to himself, about the boy's blatant disrespect towards the Force. It was impossible not to think of the young man as a mere boy, after such a display... and a rather rude one at that. Still, it was not Qui-Gon's place to criticize another Knight. "As he has none of the discipline taught to most initiates, before being taken on as a Padawan."

"That might actually be a good thing," Revan sighed. "It means I don't have to re-educate him, in order to tap into his emotions. He already has that habit. I just need to refine it into a skill." Qui-Gon looked like he was sucking on a lemon. So Revan explained, "I study the ways of the old Je'daii Order. Yes, it is dangerous. Yes, Anakin will likely have the occasional stumble too far into the dark side. However that is too be expected and throughout the apprentices I have taught, only one fell so far I could not get him back. Then that was purely due to my own falling at the time, while teaching him... He was my first apprentice... It only makes sense I would fail him when I lacked an understanding of balance myself."

Qui-Gon frowned as he felt near overwhelming sadness coming off the man... but instead of immediately releasing it, the Knight internalized it, studied it, held onto it for several moments, before releasing it... no... this boy... was nothing like a typical Jedi... did the council realize, just what entrusting Anakin's education to a man like this, would entail?


"Qui-Gon told me you get paddled!" Anakin blurted out, the second he saw Obi-Wan.

The older Padawan gave a sigh, "Not for some time, no, but my early years, under Qui-Gon Jin, were rather... eventful." He gave a slight smile as he remembered something, "Why do you ask?" Even though the boy more accused, then asked.

"You could have warned me Jedi do that!" Anakin glared.

Obi-Wan smiled wider, "Did you catch it from your master?"

"Well no," Anakin blushed. "He just threatened to. And showed me the paddle setting of my training saber."

Obi-Wan did not snickered, that was unbecoming of a Jedi.

"It's not funny!"

"My Apologies," Obi-wan looked unrepentant. "Though, if I might point out. Master Revan was hardly going to take such action, before explaining it was an option. And from our earlier talks, you have said you are familiar with corporal punishment."

"Yeah but Wado only ever used his HAND. Not a," He started screaming out hutt curses, before finishing with, "PADDLE!!!"

Obi-wan smiled, "It's really not that bad... Well, so long as your pants are up. The sting doesn't really get passed cloth, all that much anyway."

Anakin was gaping.