Disclaimer: *Shoots bird with an arrow* Yes! Now that I have my all-powerful copywriter machine back, I can own anything I want. Starting with... *Anakin Skywalker runs over me with a speeder and takes machine* Nooo, not again! *Sighs* I don't own Star Wars. Anakin does.
Chapter 5... Tahl, Bant, and Rilme
"That took longer than I hoped it would," I said as we walked out of the medical tent. My head was now bandaged and we were going back to help.
Obi-Wan just rolled his eyes. Master Qui-Gon, who had been unusually quiet the entire time, spoke up, "It would not have taken so long if you had been still and not fought the healers."
"Well, I learned from the best, Master," I said with a grin.
"I am not that bad, my young apprentice," Master responded. "I'm sure you're not, Master," I said sarcastically.
"What are you two arguing about now?" a new voice asked.
We all turned to see master Tahl Uvain and her Padawan, Bant Eerin, along with Mace Windu's Padawan, Rilme Kenobi. Rilme was our little sister.
"Who's the worst patient for the healers," Master Qui-Gon said with a smile. It was no secret that he and Master Tahl liked each other.
"Ah. Well, it's obviously you," she replied.
"Thank you, Master Tahl," I said. I then gave my Master an I-told-you- so-look. "So, are you guys here to help?" I asked.
"Yes," Bant said. "Is it true that you saw it happen?"
"Yeah," Obi-Wan responded. "Saw it, felt it, and got people out of it." "Wow," Rilme piped up. "Is that how your head got hurt, Rilla?"
"Yes, a piece of debris fell on it," I said.
"Well, I'm glad you're ok, young Padawan," Master Tahl said. "Now let's go find Master Yoda." We all turned and started in the direction of the little Master.
We found the little troll- I mean Jedi Master shortly afterwards, standing in the midst of the smoking rubble.
"How is your head, young one?" Master Yoda asked me.
"It's bandaged and it feels fine," I replied, hoping I wouldn't get smacked in the shins again.
"Good," he responded. "Now help with the rescue and clean up you may."
