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DarthJishyWishy Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 8/17/07 7:11am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 8/11!
	LOL add me to the pm list. -----signature----- DarthJishy (Padawan of The Musical Jedi ) You shall grovel before me or suffer the consequences! The Hideous Mask http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26731907&brd=10476
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amidalachick Registered: Aug '03	Date Posted: 8/17/07 8:39am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 8/11!
	All that for a splinter, eh? I like the idea of little Jedi puppets. Another great viggie! -----signature----- "Just dance, gonna be okay..."
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Nienna_Narmolanya Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/19/07 9:37am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 8/11!
	Author's Note: I was hoping to post a new viggie every Saturday, but as you can see Saturday has come and gone...and no viggie. I started back to school this week and I'm already swamped with homework. (That's what I get for taking calculus, economics, Honors English, and physics in the same semester.) I know what I'm going to do with the next installment; I just haven't had time to write it. I hope to have it up in the next few days. Sorry for the delay! Before I dive into my calc homework, why don't I procrastinate just a bit more and do some replies? dianethx - Job title: Friend of Obi-Wan - first aid experience required. Thanks for reading! earlybird-obi-wan - ...and already a healer's disaster lol! Poor Obi. Some of us are just a little more accident-prone than others. Some a lot. Thanks for reading! Kes - lol. We can't all be artists. Thank you! JediKaren - Glad you're enjoying them! The next one should be coming soon...I hope. KELIA - Boys will be boys, you know. They could get knocked in the head with a soccer ball and walk away unfazed, but when it comes to the little hurts... jedidas - Thank you! Three boys? Oh my... snowspeeder_gunner - Thanks for reading! You've been added to the list. DarthJishyWishy - Glad you liked it! And I've added you to the list. amidalachick - lol. Splinters can be rather painful. We've give him that. Thanks for reading! -----signature----- "It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow." - Robert Goddard The Padawan Chronicles - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27250281/p1/?54
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Nienna_Narmolanya Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 9/1/07 2:34pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 8/11! - Date Edited: 9/1/07 2:37pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Nienna_Narmolanya
	rushes in out of breath, sunglasses dangling from one ear Two weeks after I intended to post a new update...it's here! This one began life as a drabble, but when I started tweaking it, strange things happened. I had particular fun with this one. I hope you enjoy! This is the Evening Edition… Cradling his head in his hands, Obi-Wan stared down at the watery heap of steamed vegetables and cream sauce the cook-droid slopped onto his tray fifteen minutes ago. The meal would be cold by now, Obi-Wan realized, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His stomach was churning too violently to accept food. “I’m doomed,” he moaned, sliding his hands over his eyes. Garen Muln, sitting to Obi-Wan’s left, spoke up immediately. “He’s right. He’s doomed.” “Garen, you’re not helping,” came a soft familiar voice from across the table, and Obi-Wan could easily envision the annoyed look Bant was giving Garen. A gentle pat on his arm urged him to surface, and he lifted his head to meet the Mon Calamari girl’s silver eyes. “Obi, please don’t say that. You’re not doomed.” “No, only destined for a grim and unavoidable death by embarrassment,” Garen interjected with a wry grin and this time Obi-Wan didn’t have to imagine the glare Bant shot his way. Turning back Obi-Wan, she patted his arm again to regain his attention. “Just think, in less than an hour it’ll all be over and you won’t have to worry anymore.” “But why did Master Fitz have to pick me?” Obi-Wan’s eyes found his tray again. “Out of all my clanmates, why me?” Garen swallowed a bite of the vegetable medley. “Because you’ve blown up his lab equipment during class one too many times?” “Oh shush, Garen!” Bant admonished. “And you too, Reeft!” Reeft, who’d so far been content to listen and eat his dinner, stopped laughing instantly, his wrinkled face caught in a look of shock and embarrassment. Casting a nervous glance at Garen, he dropped his eyes to his tray and shoveled in another forkful of vegetables. Sighing softly, Bant took a sip of her muja juice. “It’s not punishment, Obi. Master Fitz is just giving you a chance for some hands on experience.” “Yeah, well Master Fitz is fried,” Obi-Wan shot back. “Well said!” Garen hissed in his ear as Reeft dissolved in a coughing fit over his last mouthful of greens. Bant frowned. “Don’t say that. He’s just…” “Ancient? Senile? Touched?” Garen was trying to suppress a grin but failing miserably at it, resulting in a half-pained expression. Bant ignored him, obviously realizing that arguing with him wouldn’t help matters. “If you want, Obi, I’ll go to Master Fitz’s office with you and wait for you.” Obi-Wan nodded slowly, his stomach settling somewhat at the thought of not having to face his humiliation alone. “Thanks, Bant. I—” “Why if it isn’t little Oafy-Wan and his girlfriend.” The sneering voice spoke from directly behind Obi-Wan, clear and distinct yet soft enough that the initiates and padawans dining in the vicinity wouldn’t overhear. His heart beating a little faster, Obi-Wan’s already unsettled stomach performed a somersault. “What do you want, Bruck?” Garen asked softly. His voice was calm, but Obi-Wan sensed the boy’s body tense. Meeting Bant’s worried gaze, Obi-Wan drew in a breath and slowly twisted in his seat to face the ice blue eyes of his childhood nemesis. Bruck smirked. “I was just passing by and I thought I’d wish the best for my good buddy Oafy-Wan here tonight. I’ll be glued to the holovid set, waiting for him to trip over his own feet and make a fool of himself for all the Temple to see. Then maybe everybody will finally realize what a bantha-brain he is.” “Take that back,” Garen growled, his eyes narrowing. Obi-Wan thought he heard Bant moan softly. Eyes alight, Bruck laughed. “Poor Oafy-Wan, hiding behind his friends again. A pity the masters didn’t see this. Well, I’d better go eat so I can be sure to get back to my room in time. I wouldn’t want to miss anything.” He held Obi-Wan’s gaze a few moments longer before continuing down the aisle toward the serving station, looking awfully pleased with himself. A light tug on his belt brought Obi-Wan back to the present and only then did he notice that he’d half risen from his seat during Bruck’s “good luck” speech. Falling back to the hard bench, he swiveled toward the table and fixed his gaze on the now congealed lump of greens and sauce on his tray, purposefully avoiding his friends’ eyes. He knew they were sending each other silent messages over his head. “Obi-Wan?” Reeft spoke up, somewhat hesitantly. “You know you shouldn’t listen to a thing Bruck says. He just…” “Likes to bother me. I know!” The words came out more harshly than Obi-Wan had intended and he closed his eyes, working to siphon the worst of his frustration into the Force. “Obi-Wan.” He turned to Garen, whose eyes glittered fiercely as he spoke. “You just go do your thing tonight as best as you can and prove to Bruck that he can’t predict the future to save his sorry, miserable…” Bant raised her brow. “…behind,” he concluded, sending Bant an innocent smile. “Garen’s right,” Bant added, with a warm smile that made her eyes shimmer. “For once.” “Hey!” “We should probably go meet Master Fitz now,” she continued over Garen’s outburst, getting up from the table and laying her utensils and napkin on her tray. Obi-Wan followed her lead, planning to scrape his tray’s contents into the waste receptacle on the way out. “Um…Obi?” “Yes, Reeft?” “I don’t mean to seem greedy, but…are you not going to eat that?” Garen stared at him. “But you’ve already had three helpings!” “And that’s all the cook-droid will let me have.” The boy looked so forlorn at the prospect of no fourth helpings, Obi-Wan smiled in spite of himself as he handed Reeft his tray of untouched food. No matter what happened, some things never changed. ><>< When Obi-Wan chimed the door to Master Fitz’s office, he barely had time to shoot Bant a nervous glance before the door slid open to reveal a short humanoid male standing right behind it. “Ahh! Initiate Kenooba! You’re here.” Obi-Wan and Bant jumped back, stunned. Frizzled white hair stuck out from Master Fitz’s head in every direction and his watery eyes, steel gray in color, were open wide enough to resemble tiny saucers. Both features combined made Garen’s joke about the man’s sanity, or lack thereof, seem entirely plausible. Obi-Wan found his voice. “Um, it’s Kenobi, Master.” “Yes, yes, Kenooba. That’s what I said,” the old man muttered in a raspy voice. “Now follow me, please!” He gestured wildly with his arm, causing Bant to duck. Master Fitz led the two initiates through a maze of haphazardly stacked holos, scraps of machinery, and discarded sheets of flimsi to a door at the back of his office. He palmed it open. The room inside was lit only by a single blue bulb in the center of the ceiling. “This is the holo-recording room. Kenooba, you will stand right there.” He indicated a spot marked with pieces of tape in front of a blank, floor-length screen. “A holoprojector will put the images up on the screen behind you, but you can look at the screen here so you don’t have to look behind yourself.” He crossed the room and touched a smaller screen hung on the wall opposite the large one. “Words will appear at the bottom of this screen. Just read them off, but with enthusiasm, of course! This is important work we’re doing here!” Obi-Wan decided that when Master Fitz talked about his “important work,” he looked even more frightening. Running a hand through his hair from back to front so that it stood even more on end, the old man turned in a slow circle. “I think that’s it… Do you understand everything?” Obi-Wan nodded numbly. His voice suddenly wouldn’t work. In fact, neither would his legs or arms. “Obi?” Bant was whispering in his ear. “It’s all right, Obi. It’ll be over soon.” “Ah, another thing,” Master Fitz interrupted. “Listen for the chimes. They’ll be your signal to start talking. A beautiful melody. Wrote it myself.” He glanced down at his wrist chrono and his eyes widened even more, if that were possible. “Ah! Almost time! Places!” Bant gave him a gentle shove, and Obi-Wan tripped slightly as he went to stand on the designated tape. Master Fitz had already left the room. Bant lingered in the doorway, silhouetted by the brighter lights of the office, but Obi-Wan could still see her give him a pained smile, as if she understood what it must feel like to be the one standing in front of that huge blank screen. “May the Force be with you, Obi,” she whispered, then shut the door, throwing the recording room into a bluish darkness. Obi-Wan breathed in and out, resisting the urge to panic and trying to ignore how much the room felt like a tomb. Fortunately, before he could pursue that line of thought any further, the small screen in front of him powered up, a bright light flicked on, momentarily blinding him, and a chime sounded three tones, all the same note. Trying to push Bruck’s laughing face from his mind, Obi-Wan forced his lips to make a smile and read the first words that appeared on the screen. “This is Initiate…Kenobi…” The screen clearly said Kenooba. “…welcoming you to this evening’s edition of the Jedi Temple Weather Report. Expect clear skies tonight and warmer temperatures. Tomorrow, look for cloudy skies with a chance of showers in the afternoon…” ><>< -----signature----- "It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow." - Robert Goddard The Padawan Chronicles - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27250281/p1/?54
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snowspeeder_gunner Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 9/1/07 8:38pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	Kenooba, LOL! Obi reading a weather report! So funny ! I liked all of the descriptions of the old man, and Garen and Bant were hilarious. Awesome job, keep it up! -----signature----- Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present. Adopter of Jack_the_Fett
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 9/1/07 10:12pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	Great vignette again with Obi-Wan reading the weather report and his friends supporting him -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 9/4/07 5:41am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	How funny! I have to say it one more time--poor Obi! I just have to give him a hug! It's a good thing he has his friends. Wonderful update! -----signature----- The Past Revisited http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28440949 Lessons Learned http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28580784 Remembrance http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28009025 Padawan to dianethx
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JediKaren Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 9/4/07 6:01am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	looks down and is forcefully quiet .... ....... a smirk creeps up ... ..... ....... * a small grin escapes her clamped lips* .... she can feel it coming. She tries even hard to bite it down ... ... .... ROTFLBO -----signature----- Bring Light Into Darkness Reaching Through Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28415147/p1/?0 Healing Hearts: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28282728/p1
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Kestrel_Kenobi Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/4/07 7:31pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	Oh my! Poor Obi-Wan - getting himself all worked up for a weather report! I thought the dialogue between Obi and his friends was very well done. Grr, Bruck ... Lovley Obi/Bant interaction as always ... Kenooba! Well done m'dear! -----signature----- I had a baby girl! July '08! Proud Padawan to the elusive Jennifer_Lyn! Together again... http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443701/
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KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 9/5/07 12:15pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	I loved Obi-Wan's friends standing up to Bruck for him Poor baby - so nervous over a simple weather report. I'm glad Bant went with him for support. Great update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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JazzFox Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 9/6/07 7:09am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	Funny story, and well written! Kinda makes me think of the friendship between Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Your writing style is very refreshing... it sounds so clear and ummm... clean. Love it -- add me to the pm list, will you? And good luck with the school work!
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amidalachick Registered: Aug '03	Date Posted: 9/6/07 6:39pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	“Ahh! Initiate Kenooba! You’re here.” Obi-Wan and Bant jumped back, stunned. Frizzled white hair stuck out from Master Fitz’s head in every direction and his watery eyes, steel gray in color, were open wide enough to resemble tiny saucers. Both features combined made Garen’s joke about the man’s sanity, or lack thereof, seem entirely plausible. I think I'd be scared, too. Another great vignette! I love all the banter, and how Obi-Wan's friends stick up for him. Nice work! -----signature----- "Just dance, gonna be okay..."
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 9/6/07 7:29pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	Very cute. Loved that Obi-Wan was worried about reading the weather report. LOL. I think Bruck should do it next! Good job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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Nienna_Narmolanya Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/13 12:41pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 9/1!
	It's been almost literally forever since I've updated this series with a new vignette (the thread even locked! Ah!), but I'm here to fix that finally. After a week of working in the nursery for Vacation Bible School, inspiration struck. Obi-Wan meets the Terrible Twos! I wrote this up last night on a whim and I don't even want to know how many typos I failed to catch. I hope you enjoy it anyway for what it is - a little bit of fluff. A Little Imagination “Bant, I can’t do this.” Obi-Wan looked up at his friend with an expression that he hoped conveyed his utter horror. The Mon Calamari girl placed her hands on her hips and gave him such a disparaging look, Obi-Wan physically withered. He lowered his eyes from her silver ones and let his shoulders fall in resignation to his fate. His horrified expression must not have been as convincing as he’d thought. “Obi, of course you can do it. It’s only for a few minutes while I go find a change of clothes for Theron.” She reached down toward a chubby Dressellian toddler who was curiously fingering the wet backside of the tiny pair of gray pants he wore. With a swift, practiced movement, Bant lifted him up off the floor and cradled his dry side against her chest. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened, certain that Bant would drop the toddler who struggled against her petite frame, but she held on firmly. “Obi, I need you. Alica’s master called her in sick and Master Welquar had to step out to talk with Master Arent about one of the older initiates. But she’ll be back soon. Maybe even before me.” Bant gave him a smile then that Obi-Wan knew was meant to reassure him, but the effect was somewhat compromised when Theron, obviously bored with simply laying in her arms, decided that Bant’s padawan braid would make a splendid toy. Her smile twisted into a grimace as Theron tugged on the braid. “Please. I just need you to cover for me for a few minutes.” Her eyes pleaded with him and Obi-Wan sighed, knowing the battle was already lost. He could never say no to Bant when she gave him that particular look. “What do I do?” he said finally, silently cursing himself for being so easily manipulated. Bant’s response, a radiant smile of gratitude, partially improved his mood. But only partially. “Just watch them. Keep them from doing anything dangerous—no fighting, climbing on furniture, that sort of thing. Play with them if you want. Just use your imagination. It’s really very easy.” Obi-Wan frowned at her. Of course she would consider watching over a room of seven hyper toddlers “easy.” She’d been helping out with each of the age groupings in the Crèche nursery practically since she’d moved out herself. “Obi?” Bant’s eyes were serious as she backed toward the door with Theron and her lips tipped sympathetically, as if she understood that she was placing him in a very uncomfortable situation. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.” The door hissed closed behind her and Obi-Wan turned slowly to face the rest of the room and its busy occupants, wishing with every fiber of his being that he’d gone to the Room of a Thousand Fountains with Garen and Reeft after dinner instead of coming to visit Bant in the Crèche. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, however, he pushed it roughly away. Whatever the cost, he was glad to come see Bant. With the addition of her new apprenticeship duties to her already busy schedule, Obi-Wan rarely saw his friend anymore except for the occasional meal in the dining hall. He missed her calm and understanding presence more than he would like to admit. A hesitant tug on his pant leg drew him out of his reverie and he looked down, every muscle suddenly tense at the unwelcome reminder of exactly where he was. A small humanoid boy with untamable brown hair gazed up at him from a height somewhere near his knee, his face scrunched in confusion. A tiny finger pointed up at him. “Who’re you?” the boy asked. Hoping the boy would just go away, Obi-Wan glanced around to see what the other younglings were doing. Most continued to play with their toys as they had before Bant left, oblivious to the change of staff, while others watched him with varying degrees of curiosity mixed with trepidation. One little girl even picked up her doll and backed away a few steps, never taking her eyes off of him. Obi-Wan felt his mouth go dry. Why had he ever agreed to this? “Who’re you?” the brown-haired boy demanded again. Obi-Wan looked down, noticing for the first time that the boy held a long toy spyglass in the hand the wasn’t pointing. “My name is Obi-Wan.” He hoped that would satiate the youngling’s curiosity and that he and the others would leave him alone until Bant got back. Surely Bant wasn’t expecting him to actually interact with the younglings. The thought made Obi-Wan feel a little faint. How was anyone supposed to interact with someone who stood less than a meter tall and barely spoke Basic? He thought of Master Yoda and choked back a snort of laughter. The ancient Jedi had no trouble expressing himself. The trouble came for the errant padawans who found themselves on the wrong end of his stick. He felt another tug on his pant leg and his sudden rush of good humor vanished, anxiety gnawing into its place. The little boy hadn’t wandered away as Obi-Wan had hoped. He was still pointing his finger, making Obi-Wan feel very much like a troublemaker caught in the act. He swallowed hard. “Play wiff me?” Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. After a few seconds of initial shock, he tried to convince himself that he’d misheard the question. After all, the boy barely pronounced his words. They came out more as a jumble of vowels with no distinct beginning or ending consonant sound. He could have said anything. “Play wiff me?” Obi-Wan winced. Even to his untrained ears, the question was obvious. “What do you want to play?” he asked, trying to smile and sound natural at the same time. He failed miserably at both. “Starshwip capin.” The boy’s mouth opened in a toothy grin as he held up the spyglass. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he wanted him to take it or not, so he did nothing. “Starship captain?” he asked, hoping he’d guessed wrong. The boy nodded eagerly and dropped the spyglass at Obi-Wan’s feet before running to the other side of the room and scrambling inside a child-size plasteel spacecraft painted red with oversized yellow switches on the console. Taking the controls, the boy turned his head back to his newfound playmate. “Play wiff me.” Obi-Wan crossed the room. Thankfully, all of the other younglings had gone back to their own play. Only this one boy seemed the least bit interested in him. He sat down next to the red spacecraft, noticing for the first time that it was rounded on the bottom, designed to rock back and forth and side to side. Not sure what the boy intended for him to do, Obi-Wan started rocking the ship. “No!” the boy cried and pushed Obi-Wan’s hand away. “Use dat!” The finger was pointing again, this time toward the spyglass in Obi-Wan’s lap. Picking up the cylindrical instrument, Obi-Wan glanced at the boy who was busy turning the ship’s controls back and forth with a haphazard ferocity that would have had any real ship smoking in a ruined heap in two seconds flat. He brought the spyglass to his eye, looked through, and frowned, disappointed. He hadn’t actually expected to see objects magnified, but he had expected to see something. A thick, oily smudge obstructed the spyglass’s entire viewer. He looked over at the boy, who was now making wet-sounding engine noises with his mouth to complement his daredevil piloting maneuvers, and thought of Bant’s attempt to reassure him. She’d said that it was easy, watching the younglings, even playing with them. All he needed was a little imagination. How hard could it be? He took a deep breath and squinted his eyes, pretending to study a faraway object through the viewer. He inhaled sharply. “Captain, we have a problem. We’re flying into an asteroid field!” The boy looked up at him with a vague smile, obviously not understanding what Obi-Wan meant, but excited by the feigned tension in his voice. Obi-Wan dropped the spyglass. “We can’t turn in time, Captain! We’ll have to fly through it!” Sudden inspiration struck him and he got up, placing his hands on the back of the ship. “I’ll steer us through, sir.” Making engine sounds of his own, Obi-Wan gave the ship a resolute push. It slid easily across the carpet on its smooth, rounded base. “Hold on, Captain, this could be a bumpy ride!” Obi-Wan took off, pushing the ship on a twisting path around the room, using the toys strewn across the floor as his makeshift “asteroids.” Each time he accidentally bumped one, he rocked the ship and made appropriate explosion sound effects. The boy shrieked with delight as they flew around the room, his mouth seemingly frozen open in a grin, his hands wrapped tightly around the controls. To his surprise, Obi-Wan found himself grinning as well, caught up in the thrilling situation he’d fabricated and the boy’s infectious squeals. He swerved the ship to avoid a girl pushing a doll in a cart. A plasteel jungle gym loomed in their path. “Course correction!” Focused on getting the ship turned around the edge of the jungle gym without losing too much speed, he failed to notice the piece of fake toast lying directly in the path of his feet until it was too late. Bant opened the door just in time to hear Obi-Wan let loose a rather unmanly yelp as his feet slipped out from under him and he crashed face first to the floor. Her mouth fell open as she took in the scene: little Jacobin looking over his shoulder from his seat in the toy spaceship that should have been resting safely in the corner; Obi-Wan, who’d just noticed her and was in the process of turning bright red, sprawled spread-eagle on the floor; and a tell-tale piece of play food lying half a meter behind Obi-Wan’s left foot. She didn’t know whether to smile at the unexpected and rather amusing state of affairs or glower at her foolish friend, who obviously didn’t need more than a few unsupervised minutes to get himself into trouble. She settled for a wry smile that curved one side of her lips. After setting Theron down on the floor so he could go back to his play, Bant straightened up and released an exasperated sigh. “And what happened this time?” His cheeks as red as the spaceship next to him, Obi-Wan hurried to right himself, but in his haste, the edge of his tunic ended up caught beneath his hand and he tumbled back to the floor. Smiling fully now in spite of herself, Bant shook her head and went to help him, wondering not for the first time how her friend had become such a noted padawan while retaining his habitual clumsiness. “Believe it or not,” he replied as he finally got to his feet, “I had a run in with an asteroid.” Bant rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to ask what you mean by that. I have a feeling I’m better off not knowing.” “I should have given you more credit for helping in here all these years.” Obi-Wan rubbed his arm. “I didn’t realize it could be so dangerous.” Bant watched as Jacobin climbed down from his perch in the spacecraft, waddled up to her bruised friend, and pulled on his pant leg. “Play wiff me?” “Only for you, Obi.” Bant smiled and shook her head again. “Only for you.” ><>< -----signature----- "It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow." - Robert Goddard The Padawan Chronicles - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27250281/p1/?54
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 6/13 4:52pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 6/13!
	That was adorable. Of course the kid wants to play. I thought Obi did a great job going through the asteroid field. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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