Summary: Our two favorite Jedi go through customs.
Notes: In response to Mac's challenge: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon
arrive at some very tightly policed planet, and a Customs
Official insists on giving Obi-Wan a full cavity search (for
whatever reason) while Qui-Gon watches.
Feedback: Well, sure. Otherwise, I'd just sit around and read
this to myself.
Disclaimer: I didn't do it. And even if I did, I didn't make a
dime.
"But Master," Obi-Wan whined plaintively. "I don't want to
submit to a full cavity search. It's so demeaning."
Qui-Gon gave his apprentice an exasperated glance. "Demeaning?
Oh, please, Padawan. I've seen you stride half-naked across
slave runways and through pleasure palaces, swaying your hips
like a two-credit party boy, without batting an eye or coloring
a cheek. Why are you being such a baby about this?"
Obi-Wan's handsome face darkened and his lower lip threatened
to thrust out in a full pout. "Because it's uncomfortable and
invasive, and you just know the customs medico is going to
start asking me all kinds of questions when I'm in a position
to least be able to answer them with any dignity or clarity."
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes and shook his head at his petulant
padawan. "Obi-Wan, you are perilously close to endangering the
success of this mission. This is a standard customs practice
for first-time off-world visitors to Dentura Prime. *I* had to
have a full cavity search when I first visited this planet. And
I can assure you that I didn't whine about it. Channel your
resentment into the Force, Padawan, and submit to the search.
Now. We have work to do."
Obi-Wan's mouth thinned. "Yes, Master," he said, resentfully,
and stepped forward to present his credentials to the customs
official.
"Welcome to Dentura..." The official glanced at Obi-Wan's
paperwork. "...Citizen Kenobi. I see that you're a first-time
visitor to our planet. If you'll follow me to the examining
room."
"Can my master come with me?" Obi-Wan asked quickly.
The official examined the credentials and completed Repeat
Visitor Form that Qui-Gon extended to him. Apparently satisfied
with the documents' authenticity, the official stated,
"Certainly. This way, gentlemen."
They entered a sterile, cold room in which another Denturan
customs official stood, wearing a white coat. The first customs
official handed Obi-Wan's credentials to the second Denturan,
who immediately reviewed them and made a couple of notations on
an electronic clipboard. The customs official then left the
room, waving a genial good-bye to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.
The white-coated Denturan smiled at the two Jedi. "Good
morning. I'm Medico Gel. I'll be doing the examination today.
Are you familiar with the procedure for a full cavity search,
Citizen Kenobi?"
Obi-Wan, a frown darkening his face, said shortly,
"Unfortunately, yes." Qui-Gon shot him a warning look.
"Good. If you'll remove your outer garment and climb up on the
examining surface, we'll get started."
Medico Gel took a seat next to the examining surface. "Now,
Citizen Kenobi. As I'm sure that you are aware, we only require
a full cavity search for first-time arrivals on our planet.
It's inconvenient, I realize, but good dental hygiene is a
basic tenet of our society. Please open your mouth." Obi-Wan
complied. "Wider."
As Obi-Wan stretched his jaw to its limits, the medico inserted
a suction nozzle and a couple of stainless steel implements
into the recesses of young man's mouth. "So," Medico Gel said
conversationally. "Did you have a pleasant trip to Dentura?"
Obi-Wan cast a despairing glance over at Qui-Gon, who smiled
ruefully, and shrugged his shoulders.
"'eth," Obi-Wan replied.
"That's good to hear. How long do you plan to be on our lovely
planet?"
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