The temple gardens were beautiful in the evening; a much appreciated source of tranquility. After six months of back to back missions on the outer rim the serenity was a balm to their weary souls. Obi-wan would have been perfectly content to sit there, meditating in the high grass, until the sun came up. It was wonderful, but for the presence of two rather obnoxious guests.
"I heard that he cracked under the pressure. All those missions on the outer rim; he probably took one too many stun grenades to the head."
"Well I heard that he's never been quite right after his second apprentice, whats-his-name, fell to the darkside. What kind of Master can't even tell when his padawan is corrupted?"
"Blind old man. Probably couldn't see the truth if it hit him in the face. Why the council keeps giving him all the best field missions is anyone's guess."
His meditation now thoroughly disturbed, Obi-wan frowned. What right did these idiotic jedi (junior level padawans by the sound of it) have to judge his master?
He was about to make his opinions known when he felt the quelling hand of his Master's mental touch.
He seemed . . . amused?
"Legendary Qui-gon Jinn indeed. He may have been someone worth knowing in his prime, but I doubt he'd last a minute in a firefight. Bet he'd have a heart attack once the shooting started."
Now Obi-wan was just depressed. These two called themselves jedi? It was ridiculous how far the standards had fallen.
"Hey; I've got an idea. Let's give him a scare"
Obi-wan stifled a rude snort.
"Yeah. We could jump out and wave our lightsabers; knock a few years off the old man's life. What do you think?"
Oh, this is ridiculous. Alright Master he thought, careful to project a bit of irritation in his mental voice, You've had your fun.
He received an acknowledgment in turn and, just as the two morons prepared to spring out from behind a nearby bush, 'The Legendary Qui-gon Jinn' spoke up in his most authoritative, 'I-am-a-jedi-Master' tone voice.
"I think that attempting to ambush a Jedi Master and a senior apprentice, who have spent the better half of the last six months living in the galaxy's most torrid war zones, would perhaps win the award for most creative suicide of the year. But who knows –you might be quick enough to escape with only a relatively minor case of dismemberment. I am, after all, so very old and blind."
Veterans of dozens of planetary negotiations, both Qui-gon and Obi-wan were well schooled at keeping their faces straight. But even their considerable expirience wasn't enough; they collapsed on each other in near hysterical laughter approximately three seconds after the interlopers beat an extremely hasty retreat.
"I still got it," Qui-gon grinned through tears of mirth.