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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 6/13 8:51pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 6/13!
	Loved it that was so adorable Obi-Wan playing with that little initiate. Thanks for the PM and this update -----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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nada_smith Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 6/13 9:22pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 6/13!
	Oh my! Hopefully the fake toast skating wasn't inspired by real-life, and if it was, may your bruises heal quickly! Obi-Wan and the little boy were so cute in this. Thanks for sharing!
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 6/15 11:10am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 6/13!
	Aww, I just read through all of these, and I absolutely l ved each and every one! The Thinking Cap I loved how all that ancient stuff in the box was Yoda's! Spinach bean balls?! “My Thinking Cap!” Yoda regarded them with a serious expression. “Think did you that Master Yoda would become known for his wisdom in the Force without a proper Thinking Cap?” So that's how he did it? And that was sweet of Bant to offer to help Obi, aww. She's such a great friend for Obi. Boys Having Obi-Wan as a friend for most of her life had taught her many skills beyond those of a typical padawan learner, with an emphasis on the healing arts. When she approached his table, she couldn’t help but notice that his Yoda puppet more closely resembled a grouchy cave troll than the ancient Jedi master. Hee hee, I loved Obi's reaction to the splinter! Though I've seen girls freak out over paper-cuts before, so I guess it can go both ways. This is the Evening Edition… I loved Obi's interaction with his friends, with Bant always the helpful peacemaker. Obi-Wan, or should I say Initiate Kenoba, doing the weather report was so funny! I'd love to have a Jedi on my evening news... A Little Imagination Aww, loved Obi with the little initiates. “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.” “Only for you, Obi.” Bant smiled and shook her head again. “Only for you.” Thanks for sharing these, Nienna! I'd really love to be on your PM list if you're planning to write any 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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monkeykelci Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 6/15 11:33pm Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 6/13!
	"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.” When I started reading this I swore it said Mister Fitz. Oh my goodness. I nearly had a heart attack wondering how on earth you knew of my kooky Woodshop teacher. This actually described him to a T, from the hair to the eyes and the loopy expression.. He dosn't make us do the weather, but he does make us sing in front of the class! I'm debating on showing him this, I know he'd enjoy it as well! Wonderfully written, Nienna! I enjoyed all of them! Please add me to the PM list, I'd love to read more of these! Keep up the wonderful viggies, they're very good! -----signature----- Hockey players wear numbers because you can’t always identify the body with dental records. Padawan Learner to Oddball_62!! =]
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C1-J2 Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 6/16 2:40am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 6/13!
	The Thinking Cap I can just picture Master Yoda wearing that thinking cap! Loved how your writing about Bant and Obi-Wan I always wondered about some of their other adventures. I mean honestly, how can you be Obi-Wan's best friend and not have dozens of stories to tell? Boys Reminds me of my little brother. He talks like he can take on the world, but prick his finger and you would have thought he had lost a limb. I loved this one! This is the Evening Edition . . . Poor Obi-Wan has stage fright!!! I know how he feels. I loved how you wrote about the JA gang in this one. I almost never see Reeft or Garen in anything and it was really cool that you put them in their. You had them all characterized perfectly, especially Bruck. A Little Imagination This ones my favorite so far. It's absolutely adorable and I simply love Jacobin. These are all amazing! If you could, would you please add me to the PM list? -----signature----- The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear? Psalm 27:1 ". . . you will never again be frightened by what you might have become. Or indeed, by what your future might make you." -Lucien Percival Smith, The Boys Next Door Christian1st-Jedi2n
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Nienna_Narmolanya Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/22 8:05am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 6/13!
	dianethx - He had the Force to help him. Thanks for reading! I'm glad you liked it. earlybird-obi-wan - Thanks for reading! Glad you enjoyed it. nada_smith - Thankfully the toast incident was not inspired by real life, but the spaceship was. The nursery where I volunteered has one just like it, only it's technically an airplane. Thanks for reading! Bastet - I'd love to have a Jedi on my evening news... Wouldn't we all? Thanks for reading (all of them!) Monkeykelci - I nearly had a heart attack wondering how on earth you knew of my kooky Woodshop teacher. LOL! That's so weird. I didn't intentionally base Master Fitz on anyone I know, but come to think of it, he's kind of a combination of my French teacher, my astronomy teacher, and the woodshop teacher...coincidentally enough. Maybe this says something about woodshop teachers. I don't know. Feel free to show your teacher if you want. Just don't implicate me in this. Thanks for reading! C1-J2 - My favorite parts of the JA books were those rare moments when Obi-Wan was back at the temple, hanging out with his friends, and actually being a normal human boy. I've always wondered what life was like growing up in the Jedi Temple. Of course on missions there were adventures and tense situations, but there had to be plenty of "normal" moments too. I just wanted to have a little fun with that idea. Glad you liked the appearance of Obi's other friends. Garen is so much fun to write. He'll definitely be appearing again. Thanks for reading! Everyone who asked to be added to the PM list has been added. Writing this viggie reminded me of why I enjoyed writing these so much last fall before school got crazy. Hopefully a bunny will bite and I'll have another up soon. -----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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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/23 4:33am Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Padawans [A series of Obi/Bant friendship vignettes, Fluff] - updated 6/13!
	Very adorable! I can just see Obi now! Very nicely done! -----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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Nienna_Narmolanya Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/7 8:40am Subject: RE: The Padawan Chronicles (formerly A Tale of Two Padawans) Obi, JA gang; humor - Announcement!
	Thanks, jedidas! Sorry it took me so long to reply. I'm glad you enjoyed it. ><>< Important Announcement – Title change! Back when I originally started this series last Fall, I planned for the friendship of Obi-Wan and Bant to be my focus, so I titled it accordingly. But when I started including the rest of the JA gang in some of the later viggies, I fell in love with them too (especially Garen) and I felt limited by my title. So I’ve done something I really don’t like to do – I changed my title. This way I don’t have to feel quite so guilty about showing the rest of the JA gang the love I think they deserve, and I hope by broadening my character pool, my muse will feel more like cooperating, so I can continue to update this series. I’m sorry for any confusion I cause with this change, but now you at least know the reason for my madness. I'll be posting another update before the end of the day. -----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: 7/7 4:04pm Subject: RE: The Padawan Chronicles (formerly A Tale of Two Padawans) Obi, JA gang; humor - Announcement!
	The promised update. This one's quite a bit longer than the others. I think I had too much fun with it. Lifeday Obi-Wan woke with a start. Pulse thrumming in his ears, he lay silent and rigid against the bed, barely even breathing as he stretched out with his senses to determine the cause of the Force-warning that had yanked him from his sleep. The Force pulsed softly, alerting him to movement in the common area right outside his bedroom door. As his initial adrenaline rush faded into practiced Jedi alertness and the pounding in his ears quieted, he distinguished a soft shuffling sound. Obi-Wan pressed his lips together in concentration and stretched out with the Force, focusing his senses on the intruder. He frowned as he encountered what felt like a blank wall. The intruder had somehow subdued their life signature in the Force so as to make it entirely unreadable. Yet a faint echo remained around its edges, similar to a glow of light seeping from a crack beneath a door, and something about the presence felt vaguely familiar to Obi-Wan. However, the harder he tried to penetrate the intruder’s shield, the more quickly he slipped off of it. The shuffling grew louder. The intruder was on the move, this time toward the apartment’s exit into the hallway. Obi-Wan glanced at the chrono nearly buried in the clutter on his desk. One in the morning. A wave of fatigue swept over him at the sight of the impossibly early hour, but as soon as he felt the person move into the corridor, he hopped out of bed and grabbed for his robe, which lay in a wrinkled heap in the middle of the floor. His mouth tipped in wry amusement as he shrugged it on. Qui-Gon seemed to take a certain perverse delight in predicting on a weekly basis that Obi-Wan would break his neck if he never learned to use his closet. Qui-Gon! Obi-Wan’s smile vanished as the thought of his master triggered sudden warning bells in his mind. He took a bounding leap toward the door. If the intruder had somehow subdued his master… He found Qui-Gon’s bedroom empty, the common area quiet; the impossible-to-miss Jedi master was nowhere to be found. Franticly pacing in front of the couch, Obi-Wan reached out to the Force for guidance and panicked when his quick scan for Qui-Gon’s usually strong presence met with a void. He hurried to the door, palmed it open and leaned his head out into the long corridor just in time to catch a glimpse of two robed figures, one much taller than the other, rounding the corner at the end. The intruder…and an accomplice? Strange. He’d only sensed one presence in the apartment. As he looked after the receding figures, something about the taller person’s stature and gait smacked of familiarity to Obi-Wan, compounding on the feeling he’d received earlier when he’d tried to scan the intruder’s life signature. He struck his forehead with his hand in sudden realization. Qui-Gon. It was Qui-Gon’s presence he’d felt before, only it had been so expertly shielded with the Force, Obi-Wan had been left with only the barest wisp of the master’s normally radiant presence to read, not enough to immediately recognize him. His features tightened into a frown. His master’s companion was probably just another Jedi then, but where were they going in such a hurry in the wee hours of the morning? And why were their presences so carefully shielded? He set off down the corridor, determined to find out. Following his master’s path around the corner, he suddenly found himself face to face with the doors to the lift-shaft, the red light above them signaling that the lift had just departed. A dead end, and with Qui-Gon’s Force signature masked as thoroughly as it was, Obi-Wan wouldn’t be able to track him. Cursing his earlier hesitancy, the boy scuffed his socked foot against the carpet and turned to go back to the apartment. He stifled a cry of surprise as a robed figure materialized out of the shadows not two meters away. “Garen,” he breathed, as the dark-haired boy approached wearing deep green pajamas under his robe. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” Garen grinned and punched his friend lightly in the shoulder. “Just teaching you to never let your guard down, something every good Jedi should know.” Turning away, the boy regarded the lift doors with a thoughtful expression, a familiar gleam creeping into his eyes. Obi-Wan groaned inwardly. Garen only got that look when he was planning something big…and usually not Council-sanctioned. “What is it this time?” he asked. Turning back to his friend, Garen pretended to look affronted. “Come on, Obi. Give me more credit than that. Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m standing here talking to you at one o’clock in the morning?” Obi-Wan crossed his arms. “Well, I was getting to that. But I imagine it’s similar to the reason why I’m standing here talking to you.” “So your master just left your apartment too?” A slow grin was lighting up Garen’s face again and the gleam had returned. “With no warning, no explanation?” Obi-Wan hesitated, then nodded. Leaning closer, Garen dropped his voice as if somehow the walls would overhear him otherwise. “Raz said during lunch today that he’d overheard rumors of some sort of gathering tonight involving all the masters. He didn’t know what it was for. He thought it was being held in the main training salle though because…You know how Raz helps Master Palosh clean up the salles at the end of the day sometimes? Well, Master Palosh was complaining today because Master Windu had asked him to push all of the training equipment to the side for tonight. Palosh wouldn’t tell Raz why though. It’s all been very hushed up.” Obi-Wan’s eyes widened, both at the idea of some sort of secret Jedi meeting occurring at that very moment and at Garen’s impressive gift for picking up information. “I was planning on stopping in and seeing what this ‘gathering’ is all about,” Garen added, the gleam in his eyes more evident than ever. “Want to come along?” “If it’s a secret meeting,” a quiet voice spoke up from behind them and both boys visibly jumped, “they obviously have a reason for not wanting uninvited guests.” Arms crossed, Bant stepped out of the shadows. Garen looked pained by her appearance. “It’s obviously a big deal if all of the masters are involved,” he argued. “Why would they keep something so big from everyone else?” “Because it’s not our concern?” “If it’s something serious enough to require all the masters, I think it is our concern. Aren’t you the least bit curious? Don’t you want to know where your master went?” Garen leaned forward slightly as he spoke, emphasizing the challenge in his words with his superior height. Obi-Wan tensed. They were all friends, but cautious Bant and impetuous Garen had their clashes, usually resulting with Garen winning the immediate argument because his stubbornness, once provoked, was about as bendable as durasteel. But Obi-Wan had noticed that Bant, in her patient, quiet way, almost always got the last word. Bant’s silver eyes reflected the faint blue light from the hallway’s emergency lamps. “I trust Master Tahl completely,” she replied calmly. With a groan, Garen threw his hands up in the air and whirled away from the Mon Calamari girl. Obi-Wan shot her a quick, sympathetic look while the boy’s back was turned and she managed a wry half-smile in return. Garen’s stubbornness was legendary. “Oh, come on, Obi!” Garen cried, striking out purposefully toward the lift doors. “Let’s go see what’s happening.” Not wanting to offend either friend, Obi-Wan looked for a way to stall Garen. “Shouldn’t we go and wake Reeft first? He’ll want to come along.” Glancing back over his shoulder, Garen slowed as he considered the question. “And what if his master decided not to go tonight and came to answer the door instead?” he countered. “That would be an awkward conversation.” He turned resolutely toward the lift. “I don’t know about you two, but I want to know what my master is up to and I’m going to find out.” “You know you’re not going to be able to just walk into the training salle,” Bant said quietly. Obviously frustrated with the added delay and Bant’s irrefutable logic, Garen rounded on her. “And do you have any other suggestions?” A strange look entered Bant’s eyes then and Obi-Wan frowned at the unexpected mixture of emotions that played across her face. She smiled, frowned, bit her lip, and then in finale to the confused show, her salmon-colored cheeks blushed a deep magenta. “As a matter of fact,” she said finally, “I do.” ><>< “Ouch! Obi, that was my hand!” “Sorry, Garen, but I can’t exactly help where my feet are. It might help if you stop rushing me.” “But we have to hurry, Obi! At this rate, by the time we get to the training salle, the meeting will be over!” Obi-Wan sighed and focused his attention on placing one hand in front of the other. Not usually a difficult task, but the cramped metal shaft through which they crawled was as dark as a cave. No matter how wide he opened his eyes, he saw nothing but a solid black wall. “We’re almost there,” Bant replied from somewhere up ahead. Her voice echoed off of the metal surfaces surrounding them. “Bant,” Garen called back, his voice echoing much more loudly than hers, “why are we crawling through the air coolant ducts again?” “Because this duct runs right into one of the vents for the training salle. I think.” “You think?” Garen sounded like he’d just choked on something. “Well, it’s better than walking up to the entrance and asking the knight on guard duty which way the party is.” “It would have been impressively direct…and much less dirty.” Garen sighed in defeat. “I wonder when they cleaned these ducts last.” “Probably before Master Yoda’s time,” Obi-Wan sputtered as he choked on a plume of dust disturbed by Bant’s passage. He was growing more annoyed with the situation with each passing minute. Not only did his palms chafe against who knew how many centuries of accumulated grit, but a constant cool breeze from behind kept blowing his padawan braid in his face, where it tickled his nose. “Reeft’s going to be sorry he missed this,” Garen remarked to no one in particular. Silence stretched. “Bant?” he called again. “What?” “I have to ask…how did you know about these shafts?” “Wait. Shh.” Bant’s voice was a mere whisper. “I see light up ahead. I think we’re close.” “Smoothly deflected,” Garen murmured under his breath. The shaft widened enough at the end to allow Obi-Wan to crawl shoulder to shoulder with Bant as they approached a thick metal grate. Garen crawled up behind them a few seconds later, and the three friends gathered around to peer out into the vast room beyond. When Obi-Wan saw how high up they were, he pressed his eyes shut against a sudden wave of dizziness. Bant’s route had taken them to one of the high wall vents, at least four stories from the floor. As he subconsciously backed a few centimeters away from the grate, Garen eagerly pushed his head between him and Bant. “What are they doing?” he whispered suddenly, his confusion evident. Curiosity overcoming his fear of heights, Obi-Wan opened his eyes, forced his attention away from the impossibly distant floor, and let his gaze drift around the massive training salle. All of the equipment and floor pads had been pushed to the far wall as Raz had told Garen, and for good reason. Hundreds of Jedi milled about the room, talking amongst themselves while enjoying glasses of an unidentifiable red liquid and what looked almost like…cake. Colorful streamers fluttered against the walls. Some of the Jedi even wore small cone-shaped hats. If this was a secret meeting, it was the strangest meeting Obi-Wan had ever seen. Considering the refreshments and the casual atmosphere, it seemed more like a party, but he couldn’t remember a time when the Jedi had ever held a party. Turning his head toward the others, Obi-Wan noticed Bant’s brow furrow in similar confusion. “Bant,” he said, gesturing toward the cake-like food many of the masters balanced on small flimsiplast plates, “isn’t that—” “Shh!” Garen hissed suddenly. “Master Windu is about to say something.” Indeed, the tall, dark-skinned master had mounted a small platform near the center of the milling throng and now tapped his glass lightly with a spoon to gain the attention of all those present. “My fellow Jedi,” he began in a resonant voice, “thank you all for coming tonight, and on such short notice. I know you all value your sleep, but the sacrifice is worth it, I assure you, because we’re here tonight to honor a very special member of our Order. Not only has he shown great wisdom and discernment while serving the Order on the Council, but he has made a lasting impression on many of our personal lives as well. I know my shins will never be the same.” A murmuring chuckle passed around the room, and Windu pointed to someone in the crowd. “Yes, Qui-Gon, you know what I’m talking about. You were right there with me.” Obi-Wan inhaled sharply. Thanks to Master Windu’s gesture, he saw his master clearly now, standing a few meters from the platform with his arms folded casually across his chest, ducking his head in amused chagrin. “It’s not everyday that someone turns 860 years old,” Windu continued with a smile, “so please join me in wishing a warm Happy Lifeday to our very own Master Yoda!” Obi-Wan, Garen, and Bant exchanged wide-eyed glances. The training salle erupted in applause as the wizened and rather disgruntled-looking Jedi master hoisted himself onto the platform and, leaning heavily on his gimmer stick, limped toward Master Windu. “Unnecessary, this was, Master Windu,” Yoda said gruffly, planting his stick defiantly in front of the Korun Jedi. “Celebrate Lifedays I do not.” Master Windu’s smiled warmly down at him. “We know. That’s why we wanted to do something special for…” “And good reason I had,” Yoda replied sharply, seeming not to hear. “After the first 600 Lifedays, too expensive the cake became.” Windu tried to laugh, but the room had gone awkwardly quiet. “I wouldn’t worry about the…” “Ashamed you should be. Dragged an old Jedi from his bed to this ‘important meeting’ you have.” Master Yoda set his mouth in a grim line. “Forget, you do—surprise someone as old as me, you cannot. Knew you were planning something, I did, and appreciate this gesture, I do not. Tempted to whack your shins again, I am.” Garen laced his fingers through the holes in the grate and leaned closer, putting half of his weight on Obi-Wan in the process. “Ouch, Garen! Get off!” he hissed. “Shh! I want to see this. This could get interesting. Windu versus Yoda…” His thought trailed off as he leaned more heavily on the grate. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. Had the grate just shifted slightly? “Garen…” “Hold on, Obi.” “Besides,” the wizened master continued, an odd gleam coming into his eyes, “as secret as you think it is, this meeting is not.” Master Windu’s eyes narrowed. “What?” The three padawans hidden in the air duct had a considerably more violent reaction to Yoda’s words. Garen’s eyes went as wide as saucers. Bant shifted, trying in vain to turn around in the cramped space, and when Obi-Wan saw her horrified expression, sudden realization caused his heart to sink into his toes. “Attracted a few wayward younglings we have,” Yoda replied with a knowing smile, tilting his ears toward the wall vent behind which the three padawans crouched. Before they could scramble back into its dark recesses, several things happened very quickly. The Force cried a warning. The grate gave way. Garen, who hadn’t had the chance to shift his weight away from it, fell with it, and since Bant and Obi-Wan had been trapped against it by his body, they fell too. Several people below screamed. Obi-Wan heard someone shout his name, but he didn’t know whom. Air buffeted his robe, his stomach flew into his throat, and the hard tile floor rushed up to meet him. Force, oh Force, he thought, realizing in some distant corner of his mind that he was about to die. Then everything suddenly…stopped. Distantly, Obi-Wan heard the metal grate complete its descent with a resounding crash, but his body didn’t follow. He cracked his eyes open, unaware he’d even closed them, and looked down. The floor lay a half a meter beneath his face…and inexplicably, it wasn’t getting any closer. Glancing at his friends, he saw they were in the same position, held strangely aloft by an unseen hand like puppets without strings. Bant’s silver eyes were wide with terror. Garen’s were closed. Then without warning, they were moving again, but this time at a sedate pace, as if they were leaves floating on a breeze. A few moments later, they came to rest safely on the floor in an undignified heap. Before Obi-Wan had time to pull himself upright, Qui-Gon was there, kneeling over him. “Obi-Wan! Are you all right?” Obi-Wan took his master’s proffered hand and used it to sit up. “Yeah,” he said, breathless, “I’m all right, I think. How did…?” “Master Yoda caught you with the Force and levitated you down,” answered Master Tahl who had hurried over to check on Bant and was now helping her to her feet. Rhythmic grunts and the soft tap of a stick on tile announced Master Yoda’s arrival. “Much curiosity your padawans have, Masters,” he remarked calmly, his eyes drifting from Qui-Gon to Tahl to Garen’s master, Clee Rhara, who’d just managed to push her way through the crowd to her padawan’s side. “Aid a Jedi in discovering truth, curiosity can.” The ancient Jedi’s penetrating gaze then settled on each of the three padawans and Obi-Wan winced when his turn came. “But use it wisely, you must, or find yourself in over your head, you may.” “Thank you for saving us, Master Yoda,” Bant said quietly. Obi-Wan nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. “And we’re very sorry for disturbing your party.” “Heh.” The single syllable burst from the master so abruptly, Obi-Wan’s head shot up in surprise. He couldn’t be sure, but before the diminutive Jedi turned away, he thought he saw a slight tilt to Yoda’s wrinkled lips as if he were laughing deep inside. A second later, Qui-Gon whisked himself into Obi-Wan’s field of view, distracting the boy from his musings. Cheeks hot with shame, he studied the fringe of his filthy robe. Now came what Garen liked to call “Ouch Time.” “What were you doing?” The exasperation and concern written in every line of his master’s face deadened Obi-Wan’s tongue. Looking back on the whole experience now, he realized spying on a secret Jedi meeting was probably the dumbest idea Garen had had in a long time, yet he’d gone along with it, swayed as he’d been by the excitement of the moment. He had no idea how to explain his actions to Qui-Gon’s satisfaction because there was no rational explanation. Someone groaned behind him and he turned to find Garen gingerly pulling himself off the floor. Looking slightly dazed, the boy took in the crowd of Jedi gathered around him and his master’s irritated expression. “Hey, everyone,” he said with a shaky smile, “did we miss the party?” ><>< A buzzer blared in Obi-Wan’s ear. “No, be quiet,” he groaned, flailing one hand for his alarm while pulling the pillow over his head with the other. “Let me sleep.” The alarm clicked off. “Sorry, Padawan, I can’t do that.” Shoving the pillow aside, Obi-Wan rolled over and slowly pushed himself up on his elbows. Qui-Gon sat on the edge of his bed, a grim smile tightening his features. The memory of his ill-fated escapade the night before came back to Obi-Wan then with the same painful abruptness of a brick falling on his head, and with a groan, he fell back to the bed. Come to think of it, he also vaguely remembered Qui-Gon promising to wait until morning to dispense punishment. “Am I in very much trouble?” he asked quietly, afraid to meet his master’s eyes and find his answer there. “Get dressed, come have some breakfast, and then I’ll let you know.” Qui-Gon’s voice sounded odd. Obi-Wan couldn’t tell if he was upset or amused. “Can’t you just tell me what I have to do now and get it over with?” he asked, covering his eyes with his arm. It was impossibly bright in the room, as if sunlight were streaming from the holo-viewport mounted on his wall. How late had he slept? “No, I can’t,” Qui-Gon replied, and Obi-Wan couldn’t mistake the amusement in his voice this time. “But I can let you know that for all of the unwelcome ‘excitement’ you and your friends caused, there’s one master in this Temple who thoroughly enjoyed your little entrance last night.” Obi-Wan uncovered his eyes. “Who?” “Master Yoda.” Qui-Gon must have seen Obi-Wan’s confusion because he smiled and added, “You saved him from having to make a speech, after all. Now get dressed, then we’ll talk more.” Giving Obi-Wan’s leg a pat, Qui-Gon rose gracefully from the bed and palmed the door open. As the door closed behind his master, Obi-Wan wearily rolled out of bed and shuffled toward his dresser for a fresh tunic. Halfway there, his socked feet caught on something lying in the middle of the floor. With a strangled cry, he went down. Lacking the energy necessary to rise immediately, he settled for craning his neck around to see what had caused the accident. His robe, wrinkled and distinctly grayer than he remembered, lay in a tangled heap at his feet, in the same place he left it last night before he crawled into bed. As he let his cheek fall back against the carpet, a strange noise from the other room reached his ears. It sounded distinctly like laughter. ><>< -----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: 7/7 4:28pm Subject: RE: The Padawan Chronicles (formerly A Tale of Two Padawans) Obi, JA gang; humor - update 7/7
	That was adorable. I loved that Garen was getting Bant and Obi in trouble... again. I certainly could see that Garen and Bant would be like oil and water at times and poor Obi in the middle. LOL on Yoda not wanting another birthday and the kids breaking up the party like that. What an entrance. Very funny. Loved that Qui was laughing at Obi tripping on his robe. Serves him right! -----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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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 7/7 8:54pm Subject: RE: The Padawan Chronicles (formerly A Tale of Two Padawans) Obi, JA gang; humor - update 7/7
	duct-crawling, yes, Obi-Wan and ductcrawling and Garen getting him in trouble. That's Obi-Wan. Loved that story -----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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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 7/8 1:41am Subject: RE: The Padawan Chronicles (formerly A Tale of Two Padawans) Obi, JA gang; humor - update 7/7
	They are all very good stories of Obi and the gang Great -----signature----- 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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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/8 12:12pm Subject: RE: The Padawan Chronicles (formerly A Tale of Two Padawans) Obi, JA gang; humor - update 7/7
	Great job on this! You're depictions of the three friends is absolutely wonderful! -----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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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 7/12 2:57pm Subject: RE: The Padawan Chronicles (formerly A Tale of Two Padawans) Obi, JA gang; humor - update 7/7
	Aww, I loved this one. “Unnecessary, this was, Master Windu,” Yoda said gruffly, planting his stick defiantly in front of the Korun Jedi. “Celebrate Lifedays I do not.” Master Windu’s smiled warmly down at him. “We know. That’s why we wanted to do something special for…” “And good reason I had,” Yoda replied sharply, seeming not to hear. “After the first 600 Lifedays, too expensive the cake became.” It would probably burn the Temple down, too. Great story! I'm glad you've decided to include Garen in these stories, I love reading about Obi's escapades with him and Bant. -----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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JediLuminaraUnduli Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 7/15 5:33pm Subject: RE: The Padawan Chronicles (formerly A Tale of Two Padawans) Obi, JA gang; humor - update 7/7
	It's just like Garen to think of a silly idea like that... Qui laughing at Obi tripping is funny! Good job! PS Add me to the PM list tooo!!!!! Pwease? -----signature----- Proud Supporter Of The Luminara Unduli Fan Club Chocolate GOOOOD... "Come to the Dark Side We Have Cookies" Keep Track Of Me Here: http://ca.360.yahoo.com/profile-AgbhRk88cq1N8ejpy1XFhbasv_g-?cq=1 ~Homepage: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1572316/JediLu
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