The Story of forgotten Jedi Owen Sun
Chapter 8: All Grown Up
Fourteen years later…
It seemed like a lifetime had passed since Owen Sun left his parents on Solar, under the watchful eye of Master Yoda as a Youngling Owen was trained along with many other possible young hopefuls, then as a teenage boy he finished his training at the Jedi Temple with flying colors. The Masters of the Order were stunned by how skilled he was, finishing his training at such a young age. Immediately after graduating just as promised Master Arca took Owen under his wing as his Apprentice, their reunion truly seemed destined as the two were a perfect pair. After just a few missions with Master Arca Owen had proved himself a capable Apprentice and at only 19 years old was already on his way to becoming a great Jedi.
Dawning the traditional Jedi learner haircut- long strand of braided hair with short cut and makeshift ponytail his look while keeping with tradition certainly stood out amongst other Apprentices and Padawans due to his jet blond Solarian hair. Not just that however Owens choice of color for his lightsaber differed from most other Jedi, Master Arca taught him that a Jedi's lightsaber reflects who they are, so naturally being from Solar Owen had chosen yellow for his blade, it reminded him of home and where he came from.
Owen overlooked the vast and busy skies of Coruscant from the balcony wondering why he and Master Arca were not chosen by Chancellor Valorum to go to Naboo and negotiate peace with the Trade Federation. After all, he and Arca had earned quite a reputation of late with their exploits but Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi were chosen instead. Obi-Wan who was six years his senior had become good friends with Owen during their short period of training together but deep down Owen knew the reason- he was too young and even though he had mastered his training so far he had little experience. As Owen pondered this Master Arca stepped onto the balcony behind him intervening on his thoughts.
"Still thinking my young Apprentice?" surprised Arca.
Arca was now getting up there in years but could still fight with the best of the Jedi as his long hair was now completely covered in white and his short unshaven beard was gone.
"Yes Master but it isn't just about us not being chosen it's something else I feel that's out there, something that is to come that does not feel right" replied Owen.
Arca put his hand on his shoulder. "Calm yourself Owen, you cannot focus yourself on what yet is to come, remember through the Force some things are meant to happen" he coached.
"Still, I wish the Chancellor had chosen us, but I know Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan will do fine" stated Owen.
"Yes my old companion Qui-Gon has certainly come far in his time, he has trained an excellent Padawan in Obi-Wan but you must not concern yourself with Naboo Owen, the task was destined for them not us" explained Arca.
"Yes Master but I wouldn't mind seeing Obi-Wan off" proposed Owen.
"Very well, let us walk there together" Arca motioned.
Arca and Owen continued their discussion as they walked down the famed Meditative Walkway at the base of the Jedi Temple. Like most Master/Apprentice relationships Arca had taken on the role of a father figure that Owen very much needed.
"Master, why does the Council wish to see us?" asked Owen.
"I have sensed that we are needed for something but of what I am not certain, perhaps another mission to the Outer Rim, we shall see" answered Arca.
"Whatever it is it can't be as bad as our last trip to Nal Hutta" joked Owen.
"No it can't, I still can't get the smell out of my robes" replied Arca with a grin.
They had arrived at the turbolift. "Well I better go before Obi-Wan leaves, goodbye my Master"
"Farewell, I'll come for you later" replied Arca as the two parted ways.
Meanwhile in the hanger bay Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan prepare to leave for Naboo.
"Master why would the Trade Federation cut off Naboo?" wondered Obi-Wan.
"I'm not sure my Padawan but we will find out more once we arrive" replied Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon caught notice of Owen approaching. "Ah, I see your friend has come to see you off"
"Hello Obi-Wan, it's been a long time" greeted Owen.
"Too long" replied Obi-Wan as they both exchanged a friendly hug.
"I figured you and Master Arca would be off getting into more excitement, is it true what happened on Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa?" questioned Obi-Wan.
"More or less, we tracked the renegade Hutt and shut his operations down" clarified Owen.
"Must have been something, I've heard very little about it but crime in that sector is down more than fifty percent" acknowledged Obi-Wan.
"Well I'm sure you and Master Qui-Gon will do fine on Naboo, I just came to say goodbye and wish you luck" Owen optimized.
"Luck, there is no luck, there is only the Force" stated Qui-Gon overhearing the two.
"Uh…yes Master Qui-Gon of course I merely meant it as a metaphor" assured Owen.
Qui-Gon grinned and got on the ship. "Are you coming Obi-Wan?"
"Yes Master" he replied.
"I'll give you a minute" obliged Qui-Gon.
"Take care of yourself Obi-Wan" finished Owen shaking his hand.
"You too, I'm sure I'll hear about more of your exploits again soon" teased Obi-Wan.
"Or I yours, goodbye my friend" retorted Owen as Obi-Wan boarded the ship.
Master Arca arrived. "They're ready for us"
Qui-Gon couldn't miss the long white hair of Arca nodding to his old friend as the ship took off.
He returned the nod with a gestured wave goodbye. "He will be fine Owen, we better go" addressed Arca.
"Yes Master" replied Owen stepping inside the turbolift.
"It was good to see him again after all this time" recounted Owen as he and Arca ascended in the High Council Tower.
"You have a good friend there Owen, don't forget it, you'll find with age old friends are hard to come by but whatever the Force holds for them on Naboo is for them alone, for now we must be ready for our task" stated Arca.
The turbolift stopped and the doors gracefully slid open, in front of them stood the historical round chambers of the Jedi Council.