Ok, the real first chapter is here. I hope you enjoy it...
Expect Crazy!Aayla in this story. Also, there will be some Obi/Asajj shipping later on, though, alas, I promised myself I'd stick to the humor and stay out of the romance. But it shall be humorous.
"This is the center of the Temple, all stone. It's really old, really beautiful, and really drafty." Obi-wan explained. "From here, you can go to the common rooms," he nodded towards the left, "The rooms where the Jedi live," he gestured to the door directly ahead of them, "and the more war-useful end of the Temple" A quick nod to the right, "Of course, where we just came from is the council room, as well as training rooms and youngling housing."
"And where do you store prisoners?"
"That'd be near the other war-related things."
"So, do I have a cell?"
"You're a Jedi now, my dear. You have a room, like the rest of us."
"Do I? Where is it?"
"Down the hallway straight ahead, room 84-B." Obi-wan told her politely. "It's right across from mine, as is typical for Master and Apprentice."
She was silent for a moment, digesting this. "Does that mean Skywalker is…?"
"84-D, yes. Right next door." Her new master finished.
"And they trust that I'm not going to murder him?"
"Well, considering you have no sabers as of yet, yes."
"Vice versa?"
"Hmm?"
"They trsut that Skywalker won't mudrer me."
"Force, I didn't think of that." Obi-wan responded.
"Of course you didn't." She snapped. She was half tempted to add "You're an absolute idiot," but at the last minute decided it wouldn't be a nice thing to mention to her new master. She'd have to break the news to him later. "Anakin's your precious Padawan, you would never dream of his misbehaving."
"Oh, I know Anakin misbehaves. The reason I'm known as a good Master" to troublesome people like you, "is because Anakin misbehaves and I keep him in line, for the most part." His voice suddenly became a bit more… sultry. "And he's not my precious Padawan anymore. You are."
"I'll try to live up to the name, then." She purred before she caught herself. She'd been here, what, half an hour, and she was already back to flirting with Kenobi? Dear Force, what was wrong with her these days?
"Well then." Obi-wan muttered. It appeared to be all he was capable of saying. "Well then…" he paused for a moment, as though unsure of how to disentangle himself from the current topic. "We should start out with a few training exercises, simple stuff to help clear your mind."
"So we need to go… left?"
"Training rooms are behind us, my dear."
"Pardon me for having no sense of direction then." Shemuttered.
Obi-wan didn't notice. "Do you think you could meet me at the entrence to the council rooms in ten minutes or so? There are a few things I need to straighten out."
"What sort of things?"
"Things like paperwork."
"What sort of paperwork?"
"Paperwork that makes your Padawan-ship official." Obi-wan finished as he left, heading towards the Council-type rooms. Ok, so she had enough time to find her new room, perhaps change into Jedi robes… Force, Jedi robes. It would be very odd wearing the same clothes that the Jedi wore.
Duh. Of course she wore the clothes the Jedi wore. She was training to be a Jedi now.
Ok, so where was her room again? The hallways were an absolute maze- separatist battle ships only had a few rooms, as very few people ever stayed on them. She ended up wandering around the stone hallways, feeling completey lost. Much more than ten minutes had passed. Obi-wan would think she had abandoned him and run back to the Separatists… For some reason, she didn't want him to think that.
Almost an hour later, Aayla Secura found her wandering aimlessly around the Force-ball courts and muttering "I swear I'm a Jedi, I swear it!" under her breath.
"Erm… do you happen to be lost?" Aayla asked.
"Lost?" Yes, I am absolutely and positively lost, and Obi-wan probably thinks I left him. "No, not at all. Leave me alone." She responded, before turning back in the direction she'd come from, trying for the umpteenth time to retrace her steps.
"You're lost." Aayla stated. "Now get your butt over here and tell me where you're trying to go."
"You Jedi are quite bossy." Ventress snipped, but turned around anyway. "I'm supposed to be outside the training rooms, waiting for Obi-wan."
"Oh, Obi-wan? He's searching the housing hallways for you."
"Figures." Asajj snorted.
"It's dinner time anyway. Do you want to just meet him there?"
Ventress considered for a moment. Her stomach growled. "Yes."
Aayla contacted Obi-wan via communicator, and they met him outside the cafeteria.
"I thought you'd abandoned me." Obi-wan said upon seeing her. "What made you decide that training wasn't worth your time?" Kenobi was only her height, but somehow it felt like he was staring down at her as though she were a youngling.
"I… erm… was intercepted by…"
"She got lost." Aayla cut in abruptly.
"I was not lost. I was simply… turned around. I could have done it myself, given the time."
Obi-wan at this point, looked simply amused. "Don't worry about it, my dear. You should have seen Anakin when he first arrived."
This conversation was starting to be of interest. "Was Anakin an absolute failure as a Jedi at first?"
"Hey. Guys. Food." Aayla stated. The Twi'lik grabbed Obi-wan and his new Padawan by the arms and led them into the cafeteria.
Ventress: 0
Sense of Direction (or lack thereof): 1
Every chapter will have a little "scorekeeper" like the one above at the bottom, recording whether Ventress has won or lost the battle. If we come across any exceptionally good foes, they may be brought back X3
