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Section: 2/2

Tirades in Transmission

By Jan J. (P.J.P.), Little Sister's Keepress

Chapter Two – Transmission To Padawan Skywalker

LIVE HOLOGRAM TRANSMISSION

To: Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Temple, Coruscant

From: Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alma Province Embassy, Kuruea

Subject: Patience and Less Rage, My Padawan

My young Padawan learner, I am immensely disappointed in you. Despite all my speeches on letting go of your wrath and acting in a rational manner, you have once again managed to ignore my teachings—the Jedi's teachings. Anakin, as Jedi, we must not erupt into anger; we do not resort to blatant violence unless it is necessary and unless all our peaceful negotiations have been for naught. You declare that you are not a child, but your volatile anger and petulance reveal you to be one. As it stands, I must worry about you. If you can express such brutal tendencies regarding this Fanfiction(dot)net matter, which is extremely uncritical when juxtaposed against our missions across the galaxy, then how will you conduct yourself when those who are close to you are truly threatened or positioned in patches of peril?

Please, Anakin, do not turn away from me. Padawan, why are you rolling your eyes at me with such disrespect? All right. I must admit that anger did shade my retaliation when that Sith lord, Darth Maul, attacked Master Qui-Gon, but it only lasted for several minutes—possibly even seconds. The point is that I did not let anger eat away at my being. I did not let it eat away so that I was nothing but a void—so that I was nothing but a being of darkness.

And, no, Padawan, you must not succumb to hate and revenge just for my welfare. Contrary to what you think, I can save myself. Most of the time. I do recognize that I have limits. Despite your protests, you are my priority. Yes, even you need protection.

I do worry for you when you have these virulent bouts. I always will. You are my Padawan. Whenever you are upset, Anakin, I can feel it. Well, I suppose others can feel it, too. Your display in the Jedi Archives did not go unnoticed by Madame Jocasta Nu. In fact, she sought me out and quite boldly asked if I had taught you any useful meditation techniques. As if meditation is the solution for everything! Do not look so shocked, Padawan. The auda—No. No, I deserved it. Anakin, I will help you become the best Jedi I know you can be. You are already on the trail to being a model Knight. I know you are not fond of my reprimands, but please realize this. I am proud of you, Padawan. If I do rebuke you, it is only because I care about you and whole-heartedly believe you are capable of doing better.

As I have stated before, my young one, let not anger suffocate you. It makes you rather hasty and—erm—brainless like a cooha with its head severed off. Oh, please, do not pout. In the proclamation of your words, you are "not a child." Instead of sending that obscene hologram to the Fanfiction(dot)net staff, you could have easily chosen the Help command on the page's upper right hand corner. There is a contact channel or an "e-mail address" listed for this particular problem: Categories at Fanfiction(dot)com. Oh, now you have the grace to be ashamed. Yes, I know you are very sorry, my young apprentice. Do not fret. Anakin, stop! I already sent a request for "Shmi S." to be added to the character list! You're most welcome, Padawan. Now I do not want to discover that you have been dispatching death threats to anyone while I am away on this short task, all right? Promise me that. Thank you, Anakin.

Wait a moment. I do have to tell you something about your mother. I know you will never forget her. She is the most important person in your life—even more important than me, I feel. Do not deny it, Padawan. However, please remember your pledge to the Jedi, Anakin. I trust you and your word. Know that I shall always be here for you, and I am honored that you identify me as your father. Just realize that your mother entrusted you to the Jedi. She entrusted you to Master Qui-Gon who, in turn, bestowed you upon me. I do not think that she would have wanted her sacrifice to be in vain. Even though I have not had the pleasure of meeting her, I am certain that she, too, is proud of you and wishes you to be part of the Jedi Order.

Oh, some nuggets of advice, Anakin. Don't retain the exact password for all your accounts and files. It was quite simple to deduce—especially when all the codes demanded five letters. I wish you would be more wary, particularly of politicians. . .

Finally, I must inform you that it is most arduous to tend to a sleepy, agitated Padawan when he is ill. This is most true when he barricades himself under a pile of bed sheets, does not respond to my gentle prodding plus pleas, and refuses to try any of my healthy Dagoban bentaxne berry tea with a small bit of honey. Somehow I doubt your mother gave you glaze cake when you were confined to bed-rest. May the Force be with you, my young one.

END OF LIVE HOLOGRAM TRANSMISSION

FIN

Dedication: To all good mothers and mother figures