Here's another Chapter for you! Two updates in one day! Christmas spirit + Holidays. Always a good combination!
Loud music blasted its way through the Temple, effectively waking up every Jedi inside. Obi-Wan awoke with a start, alarmed by the multitude of noises his ears were being assaulted with. He sat up quickly, smacking his head on a light fixture on the way. He groaned, holding a hand to his head. Not only did his forehead hurt from fighting with the light, but the song was terrible. 'Why don't you just jump?', the song was called. He was attempting to get up, when the music faded out. Obi-Wan stopped, listening closely to the voice that replaced it, as he knew every Jedi in the Temple would be doing.
"Good morning, Jedi Temple! If you are still asleep after this, I congratulate you!"
The voice was unrecognisable. It was obviously coming through a program, making the voice change all the time, going from high to low and back again.
"You are very lucky people! You don't believe me? Well, listen here. You have all been witness to the Grand Opening of the Jedi Temple Radio!"
The Jedi Radio? A sneaking suspicion hit Obi-Wan and a sinking feeling wrenched through his gut. He put a hand to his head, massaging his temples. He felt absolutely sure he knew who was behind this Jedi Radio.
"The Jedi Radio will be broadcasting all over the Temple, we will give you music and jokes and friendly banter, but not yet! We don't want to give away everything in the first broadcast, so until later, good morning, Jedi Temple!"
During this speech, Obi-Wan had stalked over to his Apprentice's room and opened the door with a harsh movement, not at all expecting to walk in and see his Apprentice sitting groggily on his bed, scrubbing a hand through his short, black hair.
Obi-Wan was taken aback, but questioned Corrie anyway. "Padawan, would I be right in assuming you had something to do with this?" he queried.
Corrie gave him a petulant, 'it's too early for this', look. "No, Master, you wouldn't. One should never make assumptions."
Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow.
Corrie took the hint. "Master, if I was part of that, would I, one, be sitting here talking to you, or two, woken myself up so kriffing early?"
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. His Apprentice had good points, but that didn't really equate to anything in reality. His Apprentice was one hell of a talker.
As Corrie made to lie down and go back to sleep, Obi-Wan grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "Oh, no, you don't. Seeing as you're already awake, you may as well get changed and get ready."
"Who said I was awake?" was the immediate and expected response.
"You really must be tired if your razor sharp wit has descended to that. Go on."
Corrie groaned but obeyed. Slowly.
Obi-Wan shook his head, and went back outside. He knew there was no way his Padawan could have done it, but he couldn't help checking. Corrie's shoes and robes and sabre-belt, they were all where he had put them the day before.
He didn't know how he'd done it, but Obi-Wan was sure it was Corrie. It was always Corrie.
Jonah sat at the table in the kitchen, with a cup of tea. She'd shut off her part of the device as soon as she had finished the broadcast, all the while, sitting comfortably at the dining table. She knew Master Swan wouldn't come out of her quarters until she'd at least gotten dressed, so had given Jonah ample time to de-activate the file and destroy the pre-recorded speech before the Master had even exited her room.
She knew she'd be suspicious. Jonah had been involved in quite a few of Coronarcher's wild plans, but Jonah knew that there the suspicion would be mostly vanquished when she realised her Padawan had been in the room long enough for the kettle to have boiled.
Master Bultar Swan walked out of her quarters, tying back her hair and giving her Apprentice a look.
She imagined every Padawan in the Temple would be getting that look.
Master Swan knew that Jonah was an early riser, but that didn't put her above suspicion.
"Jonah, did you have anything to do with that?" she asked.
Jonah scoffed. "What, the wannabe DJ? How could I have, Master?" she said, gesturing towards her empty, cooled tea cup and the boiled kettle. "Besides, I hate that song." she smiled.
"Would you care for some tea, Master?" she asked politely.
Master Swan nodded. "Yes, thank you, Padawan. I'm sorry I had to ask you that."
Jonah shrugged as she poured the tea. "That's fine, Master, I understand; you need to find the culprit. Please do, even if it's just to give them better taste in music."
As most of her body was hidden behind the counter of the kitchen, Jonah tucked her datapad safely into her robes, deleting 'Why don't you just jump?' on the way.
So, there's another Chapter for you! Not much Obiness, but he's there, and so is Master Swan, real people! Yay! Anyway, thank you for reading this far, don't stop now!