The Jedi and the Duchess
Chapter 1
Hello there! This is my first fanfic, so please keep that in mind as you read. Also, this story will include both canon plots (actual events from the Clone Wars/Star Wars) and stories I have come up with myself. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: These characters are the creations of George Lucas, Lucasfilm, and Disney. I do NOT own them!
Obi-Wan Kenobi felt relaxed for the first time in a while. It was rare for him (or any Jedi) to have more than a few days off, and he intended to make the most of his generous week-long vacation. He had an extensive list of plans ranging from lounging around the temple to training, and he wanted to take advantage of all the time he had. Deciding to finally get out of bed and do something productive, he threw on a robe and left his quarters.
As Obi-Wan made his way to the library, he heard footsteps approaching him from behind. Madame Jocasta Nu, the Jedi Temple librarian and lead archivist for the order, was trying to get his attention. He took the hint and greeted her. "Hello Madame," he said warmly. Obi-Wan had always respected the wise old woman. Every Jedi came to her if they needed the answer to something. She knew almost everything.
"Good afternoon young Padawan," she smiled. Blast it! He scolded himself internally. Had she really said afternoon? He had slept in so late he forgot to report to Qui-Gon as Master Yoda had instructed him the night before!
"Did my master send for me?" Obi-Wan asked, already knowing the answer to his question.
"Yes, he did," the librarian confirmed as she reached over him to straighten a crooked book. "Qui-Gon Jinn asked me to tell you to meet him in training room B."
"Of course. I'll report to him immediately," he nodded as he waved goodbye and walked away.
Obi-Wan reached training room B and entered. He was relieved to see only his master sitting there. It would have been embarrassing if there were other Padawans in there to witness the scolding he was about to receive.
"Someone's been lazy. Maybe I should give you some work to straighten you out?" Qui-Gon joked as he stood up to greet his Padawan.
"Hello Master," Obi-Wan responded. He was relieved that his Master didn't appear to be angry with him. "I apologize for not seeing you earlier," he added.
"Nonsense. You were on a break. I understand," Qui-Gon assured. Obi-Wan took note of the fact that his master had said he was on a break. He had a feeling that his vacation was about to end.
"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan replied. "Why have you asked for me?" he pried.
"Ah yes! I regret to inform you that your break must be cut short." Obi-Wan struggled not to roll his eyes. He knew it! "We have received an urgent mission to oversee business on Mandalore. They are in the middle of a civil war and need help from the Jedi Order. We have been summoned to help them."
"Great," Obi-Wan muttered.
"What?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought." Qui-Gon walked past his Padawan but stopped abruptly before the exit. "I understand that you may be frustrated by this sudden change of plans, but I hear that Mandalore is quite a nice planet despite the war. They have become increasingly progressive over the years. Besides, I heard the Duchess of Mandalore is quite a headstrong young lady. We'll need your patience when dealing with her." Qui-Gon then opened the door and left his Padawan in the training room. Obi-Wan finally released all efforts to show any signs of annoyance and kicked a nearby chair. Did Qui-Gon really think dealing with a difficult duchess would lessen his disappointment towards this mission? After mulling everything over for a bit, Obi-Wan decided to spare his master the trouble of yelling at him to get ready and left to pack his bags.
After what seemed like eons, Qui-Gon finally went to check on Obi-Wan and see if he was ready— ever the obedient Padawan, Obi-Wan was already waiting for him outside. "I see you're not too upset about our new mission, Obi-Wan. You got ready all on your own!"
"So excited," Obi-Wan lied. He hoped Qui-Gon couldn't detect his sarcasm.
"Ah, I see. I'll try to convince the council to actually stay true to their word on giving you a longer break next time." Qui-Gon definitely picked up on the sarcasm.
"It's quite alright, Master. I'm not upset. I'm just annoyed that I wasn't able to get better at flying over the break. I was hoping to grow accustomed to it so that I wouldn't freak out like I did on our last mission," Obi-Wan joked.
"I'll make sure to get one of the Younglings to help you practice next time. You could learn a thing or two from them," his master retorted. Obi-Wan laughed and watched a yellow ship land right by them. It seemed that he would have to deal with yet another possibly traumatic flying experience on his this mission as well. At least they weren't traveling far… were they?
"Master, where exactly is Mandalore?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Not far. It's on the Outer Rim." Obi-Wan sighed with relief. He tried to avoid lengthy space travel as much as he could. "Are you coming?" Qui-Gon asked from inside the yellow spacecraft.
"Do I have a choice?"
"You're a Padawan."
"So no?"
"Precisely." And with that, the Padawan and his Master took off for Mandalore.
Author's Notes
I know this was a short chapter. I'll definitely make longer chapters in the future. I just thought that this was a natural stopping point. The next chapter is where things will begin to gather momentum, so get ready! Also, please pardon my horrible comma use. Reviews would be greatly appreciated! Thank you!