Rating: G
Pairing: None
Fandom: Pre TPM
Status: Complete
Date: 072200
Archive: Sure
Archive Author: Why not?
Archive Email: Ok
Series/Sequel: Maybe
Category: Uh...silly fun stuff. It's G rated, what more do you
want? ;)
Feedback: Please? Pretty please? I'm not above begging for it!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, if I did...well, you
don't wanna know what I'd do. ;) A guy by the name of George
owns these guys, which I'm pretty sure is illegal, except that
I'm claiming the two girls in here. <grin>
Warning: No m/m stuff in here. Just plain silliness
Summary: Obi-wan's bored out of his mind!
Other: THis is dedicated to my very good friend Flip.
Obi-wan sighed. This was the part that he hated the most, the
waiting. He was aware that as a Jedi Knight he was to have
patience. He understood that all too well, but he wasn't a Jedi
yet, and he didn't think it applied to busy spaceports. In fact
he was certain that even Master Windu would be pushed to his
limit.
"Well?" He asked as his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, took a seat next
to him. Qui-Gon was a human with brown hair, peppered gray at
the temples. He wore it long, but tied back from his face and
his face was beardless.
"They don't know." Qui-Gon replied, glancing at his Padawan.
Obi-wan slumped in his chair and *harrumphed* in disgust.
"Can't they even tell us if it's ever planning to show up?"
Qui-Gon fought the grin that his Padawan's attitude provoked.
Obi-Wan looked exactly like a petulant child. "Patience
Obi-Wan. Keep your focus in the here and now."
Obi-Wan sighed again, but straightened up in his chair.
Accepting the subtle hint about practicing, he turned his
attention to the crowd surrounding the two Jedi.
There was quite an array of aliens and humans sitting, standing
or lounging in the terminal. Near the wall was a Twi'lek male
intently studying his datapad. A Mon Calamari was sitting just
two rows in front of them, sipping a bottle of something,
probably water. His attention however, was drawn to the corner
were two human girls were sitting.
They couldn't have been older than he was. One was wearing a
dark maroon tunic and khaki colored cargo pants. The other,
wearing black leggings and a green tunic, sat next to her. A
leather bag lay forgotten at the other's feet. The thing that
drew Obi-Wan's attention however was the color of the first
one's hair. It was bright green.
He opened his senses and stretched out with the Force, trying
to find out more about them.
"I can't believe this!" The girl with the bright green hair
whined. "We're never going to get off this planet."
"Don't be so melodramatic, Berja. We'll get there when we get
there." The other one said.
"Yeah, but-" Berja started.
The rest of the conversation was lost as Qui-Gon tapped his
Padawan's shoulder. "Found something interesting?"
Obi-Wan shrugged. "Not really, Master."
Qui-Gon smiled at his Padawan. Obi-Wan may be a Jedi
Apprentice, but he was still a teenage male. "Are you sure?"
Obi-Wan blushed, but he was determined to stick to his story.
The two girls were nothing more than an exercise, although he
did have to admit that the one with the black hair was
intriguing. There was something about her, she wasn't as
vibrant as Berja, but there was something else_something more
intense about her.
Qui-Gon smiled, he recognized that look in his own eyes when he
was that age. "Perhaps you should investigate a bit more?"
Obi-Wan shook his head. "That's not necessary, Master."
Qui-Gon nodded, allowing his Padawan the right to refuse, for
now. "What can you tell me about where we're going?"
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and pulled up the appropriate memories.
"Ashwabadon is the 3rd planet in the system by the same name.
Currently the government is running a dictatorship, however,
many of the young wish to bring democracy to the planet. There
was an uprising there 15 years ago, but the government crushed
it, along with most of the rebels."
Qui-Gon nodded his approval. "And now?"
"The dictator is getting old and seeing the error of his ways.
He asked for the help of the Jedi so they may guide him to the
right decision."
"And that decision is?" Qui-Gon asked.
Obi-wan smiled. He wouldn't be pulled into that trap. "It is
not clear now how we have to proceed. Until we hear all sides,
it wouldn't be wise to make any decisions."
"Very good Padawan. It is always best to go into a situation
with no preconceptions. That way you cannot be surprised."
Obi-wan nodded. It was something they were working on. When
he'd first started with Qui-Gon he had expected every mission
to be an adventure, and for the most part he'd been wrong. They
were often simple negotiations that would bore him to tears.
Now, after five years with his master, he had accepted that
most of a Jedi's life isn't exciting, it simply was.
Qui-Gon smiled at his apprentice. Obi-wan had come a long way
from the idealistic boy he'd once been. He still had his
curiosity, and his sense of what was fair and just, but much of
the wide-eyed innocence was gone. Obi-wan now understood that
sometime things had to happen in order for better things to
follow. He had a better understanding of the nature of the
universe. Sometimes even better than Qui-Gon did.
There was still one thing that Obi-wan had to perfect, and that
was his skills at waiting. The boy still got antsy if there was
a delay. To remedy that, Qui-Gon had asked the Council to allow
them to use public star liners instead of the private ships
they usually did. He wanted Obi-wan to understand that such
delays were normal and must be accepted into one's life. So
far, Obi-wan had missed the point.
Obi-wan tried not to sigh too loudly. He knew that his master
wanted him to learn that waiting was part of life, and he
understood that. He just didn't like it. In fact, he hated it.
Delays might be a part of life, but he was certain that the
space liner did it simply to spite him. After all, don't they
have more than one ship? And more than one crew? Therefor, it
seemed reasonable to him that if they did, it should be a
simple matter to get another ship and crew there and then head
out. No problems what so ever in his mind.
But they didn't do that and Obi-wan was simply getting more and
more frustrated as time went on. Sighing again he went back to
his study of the passengers around him, his gaze focusing back
on the two girls over in the corner.
"Berja, you can't be serious! You really did that to poor
Tsaan? You're cruel." The raven-haired girl demanded.
"It's not that cruel, and besides he deserved it. He was such a
jerk, after that one time. It's not like you're a saint either
Finda."
Finda didn't reply but turned her gaze straight at Obi-wan.
Obi-wan froze before wrenching his gaze away.
Qui-Gon nodded to the two girls before turning to his Padawan
learner a smile on his face. "Are they still not interesting
young Padawan?"
Obi-wan had the grace to blush but refused to answer his
master. He hadn't known that he was being so obvious. He would
have to work on that. He glanced over at the two girls and saw
them hunched over whispering to each other. Berja looked up and
winked at him.
"Perhaps I should find something else to fill the time." He
mumbled to himself, wishing that the space liner they were
taking would simply land on top of him. He hadn't been this
heavy handed in his use of the force since he was 10. Not only
did his master see it, but also the two girls he'd been
watching.
Taking a deep breath Obi-wan closed his eyes and tried to
meditate. At least he could do that without embarrassing
himself. Or so he hoped. He let his mind drift on the wings of
the Force. Images came to him, mostly of the past.
Other things came too, the power of the Force concentrated on
certain people. It was like an aura surrounding the person.
Most people had a soft blue aura, not very bright. It meant
that they while they were connected to the Force, they were
unaware of it. They couldn't use it as the Jedi could. As his
mind's eye gazed around the room he found himself drawn to the
intensely green presence that surrounded one of the waiting
passengers.
It wasn't bright enough for the person to be a Jedi, but at the
same time it was more intense than most Jedis' presence.
Curious, he came closer to investigate. In this state, he
couldn't decipher between species, or even male and female.
Everything was simply light denoting different auras. He
circled the presence, wondering what it was and what it
signified. He'd never seen anything like it. Before he had a
chance to figure it out he was pulled sharply back into his
body.
Obi-wan blinked and shook his head a little, before glancing
over at his master. "Master?" He asked.
Qui-Gon nodded to where the rest of the passengers were
sitting, or rather, had been sitting.
Obi-wan glanced around, confused as to where the rest of the
passengers might be. "Master?" He asked again, his voice
wavering in his confusion.
Qui-Gon took pity on his Padawan. "The flight was canceled. It
seems that there was a meteor shower just off Naboo that
damaged our flight. They will be getting another ship tomorrow
to make the journey."
Obi-wan blinked, trying to process everything that was being
said. He wasn't used to being yanked from his meditation like
he was and it was a bit disconcerting. "Yes, master. Are we
heading back to the Temple then?"
Qui-Gon nodded a slight smile on his face. "Unless of course
you wish to stay here overnight."
Obi-wan glanced over to where his master was looking, and saw
the two girls. "N-no, master. I think we should head back and
let Master Windu know of our delay."
Together Master and Apprentice took their leave of the now
quiet spaceport.
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