Archive: master_apprentice, and anyone else that wants it, just
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Category: humour/parody, first-time, au
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Turns out the Council made a little mistake...
Disclaimer: Not mine. But I can dream.
Feedback: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...
Love/Acknowledgement to: My master, Eliz-mar Von, whose
badgering and beta-testing made this all possible. Sorry about
not changing the spelling on Prophesy... it just looks funny
the other way. *g*
Council transcript #1975546a
"He is the chosen one, you must see that!"
"Yes, well... we'd been meaning to have a talk with you about
that prophesy, Qui-Gon."
"What about the Prophesy?"
"Well, we were reviewing it recently... turns out we made a
little boo-boo."
"A little boo-boo."
"Yeah... I guess the original translator wasn't quite paying
attention... you see, the prophesy is in ancient Azkabhish..."
"Yes..."
"Which looks a lot like Htolmeth..."
"And?"
"Well, to make a long story short, it turns out it's not so
much a prophesy as a recipe for a really great drink."
"WHAT???"
"We tried it out last night."
"hic!"
"Some of us may have had a bit too much, in fact..."
"When eight hundred years hic old you are, hold your
liquor hic this well, you will not."
"So... he's not the Chosen one, then?"
"Nope."
"Damn. Lost the pool. Any other little... changes to the Jedi
Order you'd like to tell me about?"
"Depa, you tell him."
"Yaddle, you tell him."
"Ki-Adi, tell him you will."
"Well, as it turns out.... we mistranslated part of the
Master's Code, too."
"Which part?"
"The part about Masters not having relationships with their
padawans."
".... For the last five years, I've been lusting over my
gorgeous, sexy-as-hell-with-a-really-nice-ass padawan, and that
whole time I could have been fucking his brains out? NOW you
tell me!"
"Master? I never knew..."
"It was against the code, Padawan. At least, I THOUGHT it was."
"So this would be an appropriate time to mention that you
remind me of a towering sequoia of sex?"
"Oh, padawan..."
"Master..."
"Padawan...."
"Take this to your rooms you will! Hungover, some of us are!"
"Yes, Master Yoda. With the Council's kind permission... I
think we'll be leaving now."
Sound of door opening, a rush of wind, and door shutting
again.
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