Chapter Two
Qui-Gon yawned as he conducted roll call. The first thing on his agenda was definitely to take a nap. His eyebrows raised at the next name on the list; Kha'jhoai. "Kha'jhoai? Durray?" A sigh escaped a decidedly short, dark haired, 13 year old initiate in front of him. He looked down at her.
"Kha'jhoai," she said. She sighed heavily and said it again, carefully enunciating each syllable.
"Ka-joe-hi. Not 'K-ha-ja-ho-eye.' " This brought giggles from the rest of the initiates. Every single Master and Knight that taught them always messed up Duri's, name. All children waited in silence to see how much each teacher would butcher it. This young Master seemed to have done a very good job of it.
"Okay, I'll try to remember that," Behind Qui-Gon, his former apprentice snickered. Giggling is not very becoming of a Jedi Knight, Terrence.
I am well aware of that Master. Besides, I'm not giggling, I'm . . . uh . . . chuckling.
Whatever, Qui-Gon thought, continuing with roll call. But, maybe this won't be so bad.
Told you so, Master . . .
Qui-Gon walked to other end of the line of students, continuing to call out names. As he passed his naturally blue-haired apprentice he "accidently" stepped on his foot, eliciting a satisfying grunt from his student. "Okay, looks like everybody's here. All aboard," he waited for Terrence who dramatically limped to his master's side and up the boarding ramp of the Republic transport.
"'So bad' does not include another apprentice, Terrence. I believe I learned that lesson quite well enough about fourteen years ago when I picked you up."
"Oh come on Master, how 'bout a girl? Always wanted a little sister . . . "
"Very funny. No way. NO females." He deliberately changed the subject. "So, why did you come on this trip?"
"To keep an eye on you, of course," He said, dodging his master's playful swat.
Duri watched Master Jinn and his knighted apprentice, Terrence. She wished that some knight would come and take her as her apprentice. She had kind of hoped it would be Master Qui-Gon. She had always really admired him. Now it looked like he was out of the question.
At this point she didn't care who it was. If someone didn't ask her before this trip was over, she'd be headed for the agricorps. But there were six other padawan-less masters on the field trip. . . . One down, six to go.
TBC. . . .
Qui-Gon yawned as he conducted roll call. The first thing on his agenda was definitely to take a nap. His eyebrows raised at the next name on the list; Kha'jhoai. "Kha'jhoai? Durray?" A sigh escaped a decidedly short, dark haired, 13 year old initiate in front of him. He looked down at her.
"Kha'jhoai," she said. She sighed heavily and said it again, carefully enunciating each syllable.
"Ka-joe-hi. Not 'K-ha-ja-ho-eye.' " This brought giggles from the rest of the initiates. Every single Master and Knight that taught them always messed up Duri's, name. All children waited in silence to see how much each teacher would butcher it. This young Master seemed to have done a very good job of it.
"Okay, I'll try to remember that," Behind Qui-Gon, his former apprentice snickered. Giggling is not very becoming of a Jedi Knight, Terrence.
I am well aware of that Master. Besides, I'm not giggling, I'm . . . uh . . . chuckling.
Whatever, Qui-Gon thought, continuing with roll call. But, maybe this won't be so bad.
Told you so, Master . . .
Qui-Gon walked to other end of the line of students, continuing to call out names. As he passed his naturally blue-haired apprentice he "accidently" stepped on his foot, eliciting a satisfying grunt from his student. "Okay, looks like everybody's here. All aboard," he waited for Terrence who dramatically limped to his master's side and up the boarding ramp of the Republic transport.
"'So bad' does not include another apprentice, Terrence. I believe I learned that lesson quite well enough about fourteen years ago when I picked you up."
"Oh come on Master, how 'bout a girl? Always wanted a little sister . . . "
"Very funny. No way. NO females." He deliberately changed the subject. "So, why did you come on this trip?"
"To keep an eye on you, of course," He said, dodging his master's playful swat.
Duri watched Master Jinn and his knighted apprentice, Terrence. She wished that some knight would come and take her as her apprentice. She had kind of hoped it would be Master Qui-Gon. She had always really admired him. Now it looked like he was out of the question.
At this point she didn't care who it was. If someone didn't ask her before this trip was over, she'd be headed for the agricorps. But there were six other padawan-less masters on the field trip. . . . One down, six to go.
TBC. . . .