Twelve Masters silently sat in the Council Chamber. No one wishing to break the silence that had fallen after young Kenobi left in such sadness that most had to reinforce their shields. They didn't know what to think about the events of team Jinn/Kenobi. What could have happened to Qui-Gon for him to ignore and push aside his Padawan for vengeance and personal reasons. His Padawan was hurting and the first thing that comes to mind is to chase a ghost of the past.

Old eyes looked out the chamber windows to the passing ships and speeders and shook his head as he felt his Grand-Padawan fly out the hanger, away from responsibility. He gave a weary sigh that echoed in the quiet circular room, "Mistake it was to push Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan together. Responsibility take for this I do. Will of the Force, it must be."

The Masters nodded their heads in acceptance of the Force's will. "Now what do we do with young Kenobi?" Mace asked, "Send him to be a farmer? What a waste of his potential. We've all seen him in his classes. He could be an excellent negotiator, or a powerful fighter. We can not just ask him to pack his bags and forget it all for a simple farmer's life."

Again the room was filled with nods. It was true what Master Windu had spoken. Obi-Wan had a bright future in the Order. He would be the ideal Jedi to give to the galaxy, and no Master wanted to see the boy watch the Temple with such sad eyes again. It was too hard the first time.

"So we find him another Master," the sound of Plo Koon's masked voice filled the room, "Surely there is one Knight or Master that would be willing to take on a Padawan?" All sat back in their chairs to go through every possible candidate. The Force wrapped around the room, flowing through each mind as the Masters worked to come up with a solution.

"One possibility, know I do," Yoda said vaguely, "Some coaxing it will take, but only choice left it is." Hopping from his chair and calling upon his staff, Yoda hobbled from the room with not a backwards glance to the puzzled onlookers.

"Hard to find you are. Question many I did, like your privacy you do," Yoda hobbled over to the rarely used garden of the upper levels of the Temple. He observed the meditating figure thoroughly before continuing forward and whacking him on the thigh with his staff.

"Master, would you be so kind as to tell me why you are interrupting," the man asked with masked annoyance, "I came here for a reason."

Yoda shook his head, "Approve of your tone I do not. Changed since your knighting you have not."

Now the kneeling figure was really annoyed, "What is it you wish of me my Master that you would go through all the trouble of searching for me?"

Yoda eyed him before giving a nod, "Situation put my self and another in. Last hope you are," gesturing for the man to follow, Yoda made his way to the training stalls. He settle on the edge of the rail to gaze down at the lone figure practicing katas in the dim lighting.

Yoda's companion also watched the lone figure, feeling the Force flow freely. He gazed at his former Master, quickly putting the pieces of the old Jedi's puzzle together, "You wish for me to train him, correct?"

"Skilled the boy is. Abandoned by his Master, he was. Guess you could not who it was. When find out, shocked you will be."

Both Masters watched as the boy sat in a meditative pose, feeling the hurt, sadness, and rejection flow through him before being released, "You are putting me on the spot my old Master," the man sighed but knew he would take the boy, "I will take him on the assurance that you and the Council will not interfere. I will train him my way, or not at all."

Yoda sat and watched as the young boy walked out of the stall with his head held high, not a wave of anything but acceptance and calm came from him. When he looked at the man beside him, Yoda considered the deal. It was true that he and the rest of the Council had somewhat censored what he could do with his first Padawan. And look what happened still, he thought, other choice we have not? "Agree to your terms I and the Council will."

The man nodded, "What was his former Master's name if I may ask?"

"Right it is to know you have. Your former Padawan, Qui-Gon Jinn, his former Master was."