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sheleigh Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 7/5/05 1:04am Subject: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue) Completed 2-5! - Date Edited: 2/5/06 1:05am (11 edits total) Edited By: sheleigh
	Title: And In Conclusion… Author: Sheleigh Disclaimer: I have never made, nor will I ever make any assumptions of ownership. Blame Lucas Film for the insanity. Timeline: JA era. Obi-Wan is approximately 18 years old. Summary: Obi-Wan’s account of a particularly harsh mission. Author’s notes: This was originally going to be a brief vignette where I tested my hand at first person writing. (First time for everything, I suppose.) However, I’ve been bitten by the plot bunny, so I’ll run with it, despite my apprehension of the writing style. Enjoy! **** I am typically a very placid person. Energetic, yes, and on occasion my Master will call me strong willed, though I prefer to think of it as opinionated. Sarcasm is my major defense and on occasion cynicism will be utilized. Despite my personality's quirks, and any of my odd habits, I am a very nice individual. But, Force help me, if I have to listen to another politician slime his way into the hearts of the people or declare his everlasting true and heartfelt adoration for his oppositions beliefs, I may just commit myself to the darkside. This particular mission has been a delight, and its memories shall ever live in my heart. Regardless of the images of joyous celebrations and a bureaucracy not taken by corruption… It was anything but. No this mission began with the first call from the council. My Master and I had just returned from a particularly grueling assignment where (without going into specifics) we had been shot at, thrown into a fire pit- it, thankfully, was not lit- and.. oh yes! were almost skewered by a particularly feisty group of natives. Luckily, despite their backwater tendencies, they understood that our ‘magical’ glowing swords could probably cut them, considering the ease with which it cut through chains. No more than a day had past (much of which I spent in blissful unconsciousness) when we were once again called to the hallowed halls of the Jedi Council. It was there that we learned of mission to Ricsosse IV. Even thinking of it makes me want to shudder. And, when really one ponders it, who actually names a planet Ricsosse IV, when that particular system lacks a Ricsosse one through three? I digress. The council prattled on in great detail about the delicacy of the situation, and how the transitional government was trying to keep control. Apparently Ricsosse IV had been a dictatorship for as long as anyone could remember (and considering how old Master Yoda is… well…). The planetary government had fallen into shambles when the last dictator suddenly fell ill and died, leaving no heir and no logical means of what to do next. Naturally, a planet wide upheaval occurred where what remained of the dictatorship clung to power, much like a sweaty tunic does to ones person after a work out. The government was overthrown, and the transitory government put in place, where its first call was to the Republic, as a show of good will, and an attempt to weasel their way into the Senate. I admit that around this point I started to fade in my active attention. I was listening, but may have been sidetracked in my thoughts just the slightest. Not that I stayed in that state for long. Master Qui-Gon, unfortunately, realized that my attention had started to slip, and while I may not have physically betrayed my loss of focus, I think I may have a mental bruise where I was firmly prodded over our bond to please pay attention, young Padawan! His voice rang in my head for hours, I swear. One does not realize how precious the silence of their mind is until it is reverberating with the sound of grumpy Jedi Masters. As I was saying, the Republic willingly accepted the salutations of the planet (never mind the fact that it wasn’t actually the official government), and as a show of goodwill offered to send Jedi negotiators to oversee the groups efforts. And somehow out of the many thousands of Masters, knights, and Master/Padawan teams in the Temple, my master and I were chosen. And for once in his life, my Master simply refused my adamant proclamations of “I have a bad feeling about this.” Now that I think about it, usually he does ignore my declarations and without fail reminds me that “Padawan, you have a bad feeling about everything. You need to stay in the here and now. And while we are on the subject... might I suggest a new line? How about ‘I am being paranoid again, Master.’ Or ‘Master, this situation is giving me the heebie jeebies.’ Need I remind you that just last week you had a bad feeling about your dinner. Your dinner for Force sake. And just yesterday you had a bad feeling about the meeting with the High Council.” Just for clarification that meeting with the council was when we were assigned to go to this Sith forsaken planet. So off we went, two heroic knights (or Master and Padawan, as the case may be) to not rescue the fair damsel in distress (something I find much more interesting), but rather to save a planet from becoming overridden by politicians. The mission was doomed from the start. The initial trip to Ricsosse IV was pleasant enough, with my Master and I sitting around entirely too cramped quarters hunched over data pads, with me periodically making snide remarks about how I felt the whole two days spent away from cramped Jedi traveling vessels had been truly heart wrenching. All I received for my personal comedy act was a swat to the head, and a reminder to keep studying. When we arrived the head of the transitory government all but leapt at us, shaking our hands in a hearty welcome. Almost immediately we were dragged, or rather, herded to a large feast of unnamable and mostly inedible foods; a concept that is quite foreign to most who know me and my boundless appetite. I’m sorry, but when the food squirms when I’m trying to eat it, I simply must draw the line. Master Qui-Gon, I should mention, ate with the dignified stoicism truly deserving of a Jedi Master. May I never gain that particular skill. We were then released from the forced captivity that was the table and allowed to venture to our rooms. Thank the Force, it had a bed. Two in fact, something I appreciated immensely. You try sleeping next to your entirely too big Master who hogs the covers. Considering his towering height over me, its hardly like I could steal them back. Perhaps if I had a large lift, or maybe a small army of men, but not likely otherwise. We found ourselves up again very early in the morning. Or rather, Master Qui-Gon woke up quite early and decided that I had slept quite enough, and morning meditations simply had to be done before the sun had actually managed to peak over the large craggy cliffs. Soon we were engaged in a morning spar which we managed to attract a large crowd of mostly females, all of whom were eyeing my Master and I with something akin to what I’d seen in the eyes of potential murderers just before they tried to shoot me with a blaster. Paranoid? I think not. And just to think, that was only the morning. The rest of the mission, as it turned out would be much more exciting. -----signature----- And In Conclusion... http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20582878/ Vader: The Force is strong with you.... Luke: Oh yeah? How strong... Vader: Uh... as strong as a small pony... - Eddie Izzard's Dressed to Kill
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 7/5/05 2:03am Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era POV from Obi-Wan's perspective)
	This is very good I could imagine Obi-wan saying those things His voice rang in my head for hours, “Padawan, you have a bad feeling about everything. How about ‘I am being paranoid again, Master.’ Or ‘Master, this situation is giving me the heebie jeebies.’ I’m sorry, but when the food squirms when I’m trying to eat it, I simply must draw the line. Thank the Force, it had a bed. Two in fact, It is interesting and I smiled the whole time I read it Bravo -----signature----- Proud Padawan to p_stotts Peace over anger - honour over hate - Strength over fear. Links to Stories in my Bio. Obi-Wan forever.
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BrokenNoseOfQui-Gon Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 7/5/05 6:20am Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era POV from Obi-Wan's perspective)
	You really captured Obi-Wan's personality in this. I could hear him saying these words, which means you got into his psyche! -----signature----- My Name is Boba Fett http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/18371227/?0 Broken Nose of Qui-Gon http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=16981717& Luminous Beings http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/17766838
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 7/5/05 10:01am Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era POV from Obi-Wan's perspective)
	Need I remind you that just last week you had a bad feeling about your dinner. Your dinner for Force sake. ROFLOL!! Loved the suggestions of new lines as well!! This was delightful sheleigh!! -----signature----- Break away from everybody Break away from everthing If you can't stand the way this place is Take yourself to higher places
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DarthIshtar Title: Former CR Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/5/05 10:09am Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era POV from Obi-Wan's perspective)
	Very entertaining. -----signature----- "I feel like a more down-to-earth Pink 5 when I'm writing Leah. Same attitude, less lip gloss." ~Me on how to get in the right mindset for Twilight fanfic.
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 7/5/05 6:54pm Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue)
	Hee hee, I love it! I could hear Obi-Wan's voice in my head as I read this. Need more! -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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maychorian Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 7/5/05 9:38pm Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue)
	Splendiferous! I especially liked the "heebie jeebies" line. [face_laughing] Qui-Gon is a bit of a card in this one. Just great! I agree with everyone so far--I can so totally hear Obi-Wan's voice in my head when I read this. The word choice and the wry tone and the sentiments expressed are all very Obi. I love it. Keep it up! -----signature----- Kynstar's former Padawan The Unchosen: http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20049795/p1/ updated 2/16 When the darkness falls early, and the light hits the ground, there's a moment to be captured . . .
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Obi-WansApprentice Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/5/05 10:58pm Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue)
	As always, Sheleigh, you never cease to impress me. But, Force help me, if I have to listen to another politician slime his way into the hearts of the people or declare his everlasting true and heartfelt adoration for his oppositions beliefs, I may just commit myself to the darkside. Here, here! And, when really one ponders it, who actually names a planet Ricsosse IV, when that particular system lacks a Ricsosse one through three? This sounds like him so much, I'd swear he'd been borrowing your computer and posting under your name! thinks You really did write this, right, Sheleigh? You're not hiding Obi-Wan in your closet or anything? Are you holding out on me!? You are! You evil, evil woman, you! Naturally, a planet wide upheaval occurred where what remained of the dictatorship clung to power, much like a sweaty tunic does to ones person after a work out. Obi-Wan? Working out? Sheleigh, are you trying to kill me!? I think I may have a mental bruise where I was firmly prodded over our bond to please pay attention, young Padawan! If this happened to me everytime I wasn't paying attention in class...shakes head Hee. I'd just be happy that I have Qui-Gon's voice in my head! One does not realize how precious the silence of their mind is until it is reverberating with the sound of grumpy Jedi Masters. And while we are on the subject... might I suggest a new line? How about ‘I am being paranoid again, Master.’ Or ‘Master, this situation is giving me the heebie jeebies.’ Need I remind you that just last week you had a bad feeling about your dinner. Your dinner for Force sake. And just yesterday you had a bad feeling about the meeting with the High Council.” I LOVE IT!!! Sheleigh, you. are. a. GENIUS! All I received for my personal comedy act was a swat to the head, and a reminder to keep studying. Ah, the love of a Master and his Padawan. Can you feel it? I’m sorry, but when the food squirms when I’m trying to eat it, I simply must draw the line. For some reason, this brought to mind that scene in The Addams Family. That scene where Wednesday was poking her moving mush with her fork. Master Qui-Gon, I should mention, ate with the dignified stoicism truly deserving of a Jedi Master. You try sleeping next to your entirely too big Master who hogs the covers. Considering his towering height over me, its hardly like I could steal them back. Perhaps if I had a large lift, or maybe a small army of men, but not likely otherwise. I can just picture it, too... Obi-Wan would try to pull the covers back to his side, fail, and fall out of bed. snicker Soon we were engaged in a morning spar which we managed to attract a large crowd of mostly females, all of whom were eyeing my Master and I with something akin to what I’d seen in the eyes of potential murderers just before they tried to shoot me with a blaster. To quote an infamous reply to another of Sheleigh's stories... "I'd be at the front of the group shouting, 'Have my Force child!'" "I want more!" Hurry and post! poke Fantabulous beginning! Obi-WansApprentice -----signature----- --Me while watching the midnight showing of Episode III
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 7/5/05 11:16pm Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue)
	that was great. here good little bunny, come get your bribe for biting Sheleigh -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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Fluff-Slayer Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 7/6/05 6:32am Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue)
	Tee-hee! How funny! Your wit and dry humor are commendable, sheleigh, as well as your actual writing! I had thought about keeping track of my favorite lines, but then I would be copying and pasting nearly the whole thing... and that would be redundant. So instad, let me simply say that I enjoyed it and am eagerly awaiting the next installment. ((Ah... must suck having someone inside your head... I mean, is it your fault if the people are babbling and your attention wanders just a little? I mean, as long as THEY don't know you're half-asleep...)) -----signature----- "Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove." --Terry Pratchett
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sheleigh Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 7/6/05 10:02am Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue) - Date Edited: 7/6/05 1:01pm (1 edits total) Edited By: sheleigh
	Gkilkenny- Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, and thought the characterization of Obi-Wan was exact. BrokenNoseOfQui-Gon- Thank you for your lovely comment. Obi-Wan's psyche, as it turns out, is a lot more fun to write than I orginially thought. Leona- Thank you! That particular passage was more fun to write than most, considering its the only time I really had a chance to portray Qui-Gon's character through his past sayings. DarthIshtar Thank you! Bastet- Well I hope this next segement allows for much of the same enjoyment wise. Thank you! May- Thank you for your kind words. Obi-Wan's a particular joy to write when he's being sarcastic, and considering that is most of the time... OWA- Good grief, girl. Its almost as long as the actual post! And while I wasn't trying to kill you, if you found aspects that were worthy of it, than I must say that I'm most pleased. Hurry and post? well is you insist. Here's the next part. PK- Oi! no feeding the bunnies... I don't have that much time to write. Fluff-slayer- First off- love your user name! Thank you so very much for your kind words. I somehow think that Obi-Wan's attention may have to wander a bit more before he gets the 'here and now' idea down. AN: Next chapter/post/segment is here. I hope that you enjoy it as well! Thanks for reading, all, and for the wonderful feedback. **** Master Qui-Gon had gleefully trounced me in the saber duel. As was usual from him, he easily knocked me around the gym, explaining where my weaknesses were, and how to improve. Finally, after about an hour of intense dueling, he swept his saber in an arc while simultaneously sweeping his leg out in a dazzling kick. I suddenly found myself flat out on the mat, trying to figure out how my lightsaber had ended up in his hands and just how he had managed to twist around like that. And while he may have managed to maintain that blasted composure of his, his eyes once again betrayed his merriment. I personally find it slightly disturbing that he takes so much pleasure in smacking me around. I didn’t think I was that bothersome as a young apprentice! We briskly walked (though I’d beg to differ with Master Qui-Gon. We fled.) from the gym, dodging women who seemed all together too happy to be handing towels, massage oils or whatever else they could get their hands on to us. Once we had safely occupied (and locked) our rooms, I set about making myself comfortable, thinking- incorrectly, as usual- that surely some brief reprieve would be granted. If the amount of alcohol that our hosts had consumed the night before played any role in beginning the day’s agenda, then surely it would be at least three more hours until they came out of their drunken stupor. About this time I discovered that Ricsosse natives have about the same tolerance to alcohol as my master has to Huttese Opera: infinite. No more than a quarter of an hour had passed before the comm chimed; Master Qui-Gon answered it with his usual promptness, and before I really knew what was happening, I had been whisked from my entirely too comfortable chair and out the door. I swear by the Force, the real reason Padawan learners wear a braid is not to show honor of their station in life, but to provide their Masters with a convenient and comfortable shoulder high leash. I felt like a pup being herded by its den mother. Rather forcefully too. Somehow my semi-frequent reminders to Master Qui-Gon that I’m nearly eighteen and on occasion can manage to think for myself are either ignored or (and this is the most infuriating response) kindly treated with utmost respect, complete with nods of understanding, and then promptly forgotten. Masters. I suddenly find myself fighting with the irrepressible urge to sigh loudly. And if that prod of Padawan! is any indication, I didn’t manage to repress the urge that well. Where was I? Oh yes. The first official day of talks between the transitory government and the citizens. In most cases, the first day of talks are the easiest, filled with formality, and introductions. Ricsosse IV, it seemed, had other plans. Less than a millisecond after we entered the room, it erupted into a shouting match between the two factions. While Master Qui-Gon seemed to take this in stride, I will admit to being slightly shocked with their adherence to snarling only in front of the negotiators. When we had entered the room, everyone had been chatting amicably amongst themselves. From the sudden switch in moods one would think that they’d been sharing a peaceful afternoon tea that suddenly was invaded by a Wookie fighting academy. Mayhem comes to mind as an apt description. And if the anger I felt pulsing through the room was any indication, it could easily escalate beyond a simple shouting match in little time at all. Luckily, while my mind was once again wandering, I was still attuned to the Force enough to realize that there was a chair flying through the air, and its current projected path put it somewhere in the vicinity of… well me. I ducked, the chair flew over my head- shattering quite spectacularly against the wall- and for the first time that I can ever remember, Master Qui-Gon raised his voice in front of a delegation. My Master has found justifiable cause on numerous occasions to raise his voice to me, though normally he simply settles for The Look. Roughly translated The Look means hell and damnation for all who encounter it. Unfortunately, I find myself to be on the receiving end of that far too often. But this particular day? Master Qui-Gon raised his voice- which when he projects using his full lung capacity can shatter the very foundations of the building- and delivered The Look. The delegates all stopped their squabbling immediately, turning to face the glowering Jedi Master standing in the middle of the room. My master, his thunderous expression clearing and settling back into his trademark ‘stoic Jedi Master, at your service’ mask, simply turned to the leader of the transitory government, and politely asked that they be allowed to relocate to a room where the furniture hadn’t been abused. About this time I mentally reminded him that ‘your focus determines your reality, Master. Anger leads to the darkside.’ Score two for the mental bruise count. Ouch. The grief I get for trying to lighten the mental atmosphere. While I most certainly felt the amusement that flashed in my Master, I also (clearly) felt his frustration. Considering that actual discussions had yet to occur, and already furniture was being sacrificed at an alarming rate, I understood his despair. But then again, I also understood that I could quite possibly have been the only Padawan in the history of the Jedi Order to nearly die in a tragic chair throwing incident. So while I sympathized with my Master, I also tamped down the desire to remind him that I had had a bad feeling about this mission. We moved to a larger room, where my Master firmly placed the transitory on one side of the table, the citizens on the other. He sat in the middle at the head, staying out of the way, but able to guide discussion as needed. My job in all of this? I’m the decorative Padawan room ornament- I listen, and memorize key facts, and generally keep watch on the atmosphere of the room. The Force had been tugging at the back of my conscious mind for quite some time, desperately urging me to realize something. Unfortunately, I was slightly too enthralled (or perhaps brain dead- I’m still not sure which) while the transitory government’s leader, a robust and obnoxious woman named Geldra Marvse declared repeatedly that she had only the best interest of Ricsosse IV in mind, and that her government was obviously meant to stay in power. (I still don’t quite follow her logical thought process in that particular argument.) Again the Force tickled my senses, and again, and again until I realized that the tickling sensation had grown into a throb of warning. I shot forward, throwing myself- lightsaber in hand- in front of the doors, at the same instant that they shot open, revealing a particularly nasty group of men dressed in the colors of the old Ricsosse dictatorship. And as was usual when I found myself encountered with the most unexpected enemies, I found myself becoming lesser, as the Force washed over me. My Master joined me in the defensive position, our connection flaring brilliantly. And while all of this may have taken at the most thirty seconds, we suddenly found ourselves fighting against blasters from every angle. As I raised my ‘saber I mentally groaned. I knew I had a bad feeling about this. Master Qui-Gon’s snort of laughter didn’t escape me. -----signature----- And In Conclusion... http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20582878/ Vader: The Force is strong with you.... Luke: Oh yeah? How strong... Vader: Uh... as strong as a small pony... - Eddie Izzard's Dressed to Kill
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 7/6/05 11:09am Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue) Updated: 7-6
	Oh, great post! Loved this-My job in all of this? I’m the decorative Padawan room ornament. Er, can I have one of those? Can't wait for more! -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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Fluff-Slayer Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 7/6/05 12:00pm Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue) Updated: 7-6
	Ack--can't--stop-- I swear by the Force, the real reason Padawan learners wear a braid is not to show honor of their station in life, but to provide their Masters with a convenient and comfortable shoulder high leash. I felt like a pup being herded by its den mother. Rather forcefully too. Somehow my semi-frequent reminders to Master Qui-Gon that I’m nearly eighteen and on occasion can manage to think for myself are either ignored or (and this is the most infuriating response) kindly treated with utmost respect, complete with nods of understanding, and then promptly forgotten. Another fantabulous chappy, shelieigh! Poor Obi, with his Master using his Padawan braid like a leash... though I must admit, I would probably be guilty of the same given half a chance. Ah... How do you DO this anyway? I would like to say "stop, you're making my sides hurt", but not being able to read this would be worse. Much, much worse. I wonder what's next? Will we get a peekie of a different genre? I love Obi-Wan's perspective on all this; you write him super-well! Keep a'writing! ((Thanks. You're the first person to mention my sn. I thought it was at least a little clever.. )) -----signature----- "Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove." --Terry Pratchett
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Lady_Snow_Kaguya Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 7/6/05 3:35pm Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue) Updated: 7-6
	My Master has found justifiable cause on numerous occasions to raise his voice to me, though normally he simply settles for The Look. Roughly translated The Look means hell and damnation for all who encounter it. Unfortunately, I find myself to be on the receiving end of that far too often. XD thats entirely in character....It reminds me of TPM when Obi says " The negotiations wERE short" and Qui-gon gives him that look XD. My job in all of this? I’m the decorative Padawan room ornament- Tru Obi-humor XD As I raised my ‘saber I mentally groaned. I knew I had a bad feeling about this. Master Qui-Gon’s snort of laughter didn’t escape me. XDDD very enjoyable. Poor Obi-wan XD -----signature----- Former Padawan of MASTER_KAYM Jedi = Intergalactic Therapists I ship Qui/Tahl Republicans for Voldemort "You threw yourself into a lake of acid just to spite your Master. I think that makes you mentally unstable in most galactic dictionaries!"-Tahl
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/6/05 5:44pm Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue) Updated: 7-6
	Loved the chair throwing incident and the decorative Padawan room ornament and the whole tone in general. Very funny. I can just picture the whole thing. Great job with it. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 11/2/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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Obi-WansApprentice Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/6/05 8:43pm Subject: RE: And In Conclusion... (a JA era Obi-Wan monologue) Updated: 7-6
	I agree with Bastet. Are those Decorative Padawan Room Ornaments for sale? Is financing available? "We briskly walked (though I’d beg to differ with Master Qui-Gon. We fled.) from the gym, dodging women who seemed all together too happy to be handing towels, massage oils or whatever else they could get their hands on to us. " Massage oils? "My Master has found justifiable cause on numerous occasions to raise his voice to me, though normally he simply settles for The Look. Roughly translated The Look means hell and damnation for all who encounter it. Unfortunately, I find myself to be on the receiving end of that far too often." I loved the chair-throwing incident! The braid-pulling made me giggle. Lovely humor, lovely imagery...lovely writing all around! Can't wait to see what happens next! poke Obi-WansApprentice -----signature----- --Me while watching the midnight showing of Episode III
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