Master Apprentice
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Fighting the System
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Rating: G
Category: Humour
Archive: MA. Anyone else please ask.
Warnings: None
Summary: Qui-Gon faces a technological challenge.
Notes: Thanks to Hellsmouth Oncidium for her quick beta in the wee hours of the night.
Qui-Gon stared at his message screen, absently brushing a stray strand of hair off his face. It happened every time he returned from a mission. This time he almost lost the report twice, when he sent it off to the Council. Fortunately, Obi-Wan had backed it up. He was a master and still had trouble with the new Quetee system, while his padawan had taken to it quickly learning all its idiosyncrasies. Perhaps it was his age, his mind wasn’t quite as agile when it came to learning new technology, or that he was always tired when he filed his mission reports, but this new system never failed to stymie him.
He would have called Obi-Wan back to do it but he felt sorry for him. His poor padawan had been limp with exhaustion and Qui-Gon sent him to bed an hour earlier, while he finished up. He used to be able to manage to send a report to the Council before he had a padawan. But with this new system, every time he sent the file it disappeared; never arriving at its destination.
‘Probably gone to the Force,’ he thought.
Qui-Gon received several messages from the Council, asking for the missing files but he ignored it in favour of resending the reports.
Frustration must have weakened his shields and he swore to himself once again as he heard Obi-Wan shuffling out of his bedroom.
“Master?” he asked sleepily, scratching his bottom with one hand and tugging up his sleep pants with the other.
“Ah, Obi-Wan, did I wake you?”
“Your thoughts could awaken the Sith, tonight.”
Qui-Gon snorted. His padawan was always sensitive to his moods. “It’s the new system, Padawan. I’m having a problem with the reports again.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. This wasn’t the first time it had happened and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. “It’s because you won’t read the manual, Master”
“Nonsense, I’ve read it. Isn’t this system self diagnostic?”
“Well, if you read the messages, it would tell you what’s wrong.” Obi-Wan looked over Qui-Gon’s shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with the file, Master. I don’t really see why it wouldn’t be received.”
“Well, I’ve tried a few times. And there, it’s happened again.” He pointed to the beeping light that appeared on the screen.
“Let me try.” Obi-Wan stifled a yawn as they traded positions. He then slid his hands over the controls and resent the message. The computer returned a positive response letting them know the file was received.
Obi-Wan looked up and grinned at Qui-Gon. “Well Master, perhaps sometimes you should listen to the Council and follow the code. Jedi aren’t allowed to form attachments.”
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A LITTLE FARTHER
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Happy April Fools Day!