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A Matter For Concern - Humor oneshot. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Bant
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Jedi-Gon
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Nov '07
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7/1 8:24pm
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A Matter For Concern - Humor oneshot. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Bant
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What can I say? I had a random urge to write about Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Bant, and tickling. This is the result.
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Bant Eerin, Jedi padawan to Master Tahl, walked calmly through the housing wing of the Jedi Temple, heading a quiet course for the quarters that she and her master shared. Her mon-calamarian face was the picture of Jedi serenity, and the halls were quiet. Her legs carried her small frame down the hallway in smooth, graceful movements. She gave a contented sigh as her door came into her sight.
“Let go of me!”
Bant jumped at the sudden scream. Her forehead came together in a confused look.
“Agh! Master! Stop!”
Bant’s features furrowed deeper as her confusion grew. She knew that voice. What in the name of the force…?
“Mercy! Please, Master!”
Presently, Bant couldn’t tell if Obi-Wan was screaming, begging, or crying. What in the galaxy was Qui-Gon doing to him?!
“This should teach you a lesson, Padawan.” Came Qui-Gon’s voice, serene and calm as ever. “Never try to pick a fight with someone who has an obvious advantage over you. Especially your master.”
With a slight chill, Bant suddenly became afraid for Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon sounded surious… Was he… Punishing Obi-Wan? Bant gulped. Was he beating him? She wouldn’t never have suspected Master Jinn of abusing Obi-Wan, but… She didn't know him that well, and... He was extremely unorthodox…
]“I wasn’t trying to - Ow! Master, that hurt!”
Bant clamped her teeth together, her stomach slightly queasy. His voice sounded pained. Gulping down her fear, she opened the door to Qui-Gon’s and Obi-Wan’s quarters. The sight that met her large silver eyes was, at first glance, very alarming. One of Qui-Gon’s arms was secured around Obi-Wan’s shoulders in what looked to be a head lock, and his other arm was jabbing at Obi-Wan’s chest… Trying to injure is ribs? As Bant took in the scene, it all seemed very strange. And why was Obi-Wan squirming around like that?
Suddenly, Obi-Wan laid eyes on her. He reached out to her with one hand, while gasping for air.
“Bant! Save me! I’m being strangled!” He managed, with short, quick breaths. Bant didn’t do anything. She was completely and hopelessly confused, and was still trying to figure out what in the name of the Force was going on.
The next thing she knew, Obi-Wan was breaking free of Qui-Gon’s grasp, and both padawan and master started for her. She made a small, frightened noise in her throat.
“Oh no, you don’t.” Qui-Gon lunged for Obi-Wan’s legs, but with a yell, Obi-Wan rolled out of his reach, sprung to his feet, and promptly grabbed Bant’s shoulders and placed her between himself and Qui-Gon.
“Please, Master! Have mercy!”
“Mercy? Is my padawan - my stubborn, smart-mouthing, cheeky, disrespectful young padawan actually begging for my mercy?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm… I think I’ll have to decline. Tell him to try again later.” Qui-Gon, in a very uncharacteristic flur of energy, lunged once again at his padawan, who agilely ducked behind Bant.
Suddenly, Bant found herself in the middle of an ‘around the bush’ chase, with herself being the bush. She stood frozen, with wide eyes, her head darting around to follow the movements of the master and padawan. After a minute or two, Qui-Gon stood facing her, an exasperated, impatient look on his face.
“I will kindly have to ask you to step aside, Padawan Eerin.” He said. Bant paled. He had to be at least two and a half feet taller than her, and was quite intimidating. She quickly stepped aside, and couldn’t keep herself from squealing when Qui-Gon grabbed Obi-Wan by the ankles and dragged him across the floor. Obi-Wan was grabbing at the thin fibers of the carpet, tying to slow his trail across their living room floor.
“Aaaaaaggghhh!” Obi-Wan’s war-cry like scream was slightly muffled by the carpet that faced his mouth, but it’s meaning was apparent as a force-driven pillow flew up to make firm contact with Qui-Gon’s head. Qui-Gon momentarily lost concentration, and his grip on Obi-Wan loosened. Obi-Wan took advantage of this opportunity and freed himself, laughing triumphantly. His triumph was short-lived, though, as a throw blanket suddenly came alive and flew at Obi-Wan, efficiently acting as a net. Qui-Gon smiled mischievously, and, to Bant’s surprise, laughed. Now she was really confused. She had never seen Master Jinn laugh before. But she couldn’t help from smiling. It was a bit of an infectious laugh, and she found herself giggling quietly. So that was it - Obi-Wan and his master were roughhousing.
Obi-Wan suddenly appeared from the heap of dark blue cloth, and instantly crawled over toward his living shield, otherwise known as Bant, when Qui-Gon started to follow him.
“Not again, Obi-Wan. Stop being a coward. Besides, you’re scaring this poor girl to death.” Qui-Gon tried to reason with his padawan, who was hiding behind Bant on his knees.
“No! I intend to stay in one piece for as long as I can, thank you!” Obi-Wan said, catching his breath.
“Oh?” Bant suddenly said, deciding that if she couldn't get out of this mess, she might as well jump in. “Well then, find a new shield.” With that, she used her leg to knock Obi-Wan over, and then promptly started to assault him with tickling. Qui-Gon stood back and laughed, no doubt just as surprised at the attack as Obi-Wan was. His padawan was currently struggling to get away from Bant, his breaths wasted on laughs that he was trying to resist.
“Bant! Stop!” He choked out. She said nothing, but smiled wickedly and continued her onslaught. Obi-Wan turned to his master.
“Master! Help me!” He begged, giggling between words. Qui-Gon laughed still, and made no move to help his struggling apprentice. “Whose side are you on?!” Obi-Wan asked.
“Quite frankly, Obi-Wan,” The master replied, “Not yours. You’re on your own.”
“Gah! The Force hates me!” Obi-Wan exclaimed over-dramatically, his cheeks red and out of breath.
“You know that's not true Padawan.” Qui-Gon said.
“Yes,” Bant added, “It simply has a good sense of humor.”She and Qui-Gon laughed toghether. Obi-Wan was none too amused.
“This isn't fair! My best friend and my own master ganging up on me! What's a poor fellow like me supposed to do?!” His words were still riddled with laughter, making his speech sound very off. Qui-Gon sighed heavily and loudly, matching his apprentice's over-dramatic mood.
“Oh dear, it appears my apprentice is incapable of defending himself. Well, I suppose I'll have to go and rescue him...”
“Thank you, Master!”
“...Eventually.”
“Master!”
Bant laughed. She hadn't had this much fun in... Ages. Laughing still, she went for her torturee's feet.
“Bant!” Obi-Wan cried, “Those are my feet!”
“Oh really?” Bant said sarcastically. “Thank you for the oh so informing anatomy lesson, Obi-Wan.”
“Gah!”
Qui-Gon sighed again, trying desperately to keep the amused smirk off his face. “Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven...” He started.
“Why are you counting?” Obi-Wan asked, a loathing dread in his breathless voice. Bant didn't take as much notice. Qui-Gon only smiled mischievously, and resumed counting down.
“Six... Five... Four...”
“Oh no.” Obi-Wan said, paling slightly.
“Three two one.” Qui-Gon finished quickly, and rose. “Alright! Now then, I can get to rescuing my poor, helpless padawan.” With a slight flick of his fingers, Qui-Gon separated Bant from his padawan, and flipped Obi-Wan's body upside-down in mid-air.
“Argh!” Obi-Wan cried, twisting around, trying to somehow free himself from the force-inversion. Meanwhile, Qui-Gon promtly grabbed Bant under her arms, and tossed her, somewhat gently, onto the couch. Though neither padawan could see, Qui-Gon waved his hand slightly. Bant suddenly, and seemingly for no reason, burst into giggles, twisting and squirming around. With a satisfied smile, Qui-Gon stood back from both of them, and crossed his arms over his chest, watching as Obi-Wan twisted around in his physics-defying position, with Bant writhing around on the couch, giggling uncontrollably from the Force-tickle.
“Please, Master Jinn!” Bant giggled out, “Stop!”
“Oh, I will.” Qui-Gon reasured. “When Obi-Wan apologizes to me for his cheekiness.” He said. Obi-Wan's red, upside-down face looked appaled.
“What?! Master, I wasn't beeing cheeky! I was just... Taking advantage of the situation to bring some humor into such a dull meditation session!”
“In otherwords, you were being cheeky.”
“No I wasn't!”
“Admit it, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said in a masterly voice.
“No!” Obi-Wan said stubbornly, holding his arms across his chest, despite his position.
“Obi-Wan!” Bant cried desperately through her giggling. “I can't breath!”
“But I wasn't being cheeky!”
“Obi-Wan!” Bant managed to yell, “Now!”
“Fine...” Obi-Wan grumbled, and sighed. “I apologize for being cheeky, disrespectful, and unmindful of the importance of the situation, Master. Now will you put me down?”
“I accept your appology.” Qui-Gon said, and Obi-Wan promtly fell to the ground, avoiding injury to himself by somersaulting and jumping to his feet. Qui-Gon stopped Force-tickling Bant, who slowly stopped laughing.
“That's better. Now.” the Master said good-heartedly, “Off my couch.” With a squeal, Bant found herself being Force-pushed off the couch, and tumbling into Obi-Wan, sending them both spralling across the floor. With a slight chuckle, Qui-Gon sat down calmly on the sofa, while Obi-Wan and Bant laid, their backs to the floor, laughing. Qui-Gon shook his head, and sat back, wincing slightly when a pain shot through his lower back. He was getting to old for this... But, he would enjoy it while he could. He smiled at the joy on both youthful faces in front of him. Bant reached up to wipe away tears of laughter.
Suddenly, a forth being walked into the room.
“Dear Force, what in the galaxy is going on in here?!” Tahl asked. Though her eyes were sightless, she could take in the scene through the Force. “You three sound like a herd of stampeding banthas from down the hall!” She exclaimed, her voice reprimanding.
“Oh, nothing.” Qui-Gon said innocently as he sipped at a cup of tea, “I just had to teach Obi-Wan a lesson or two in holding his tongue, and Bant happened to stumble in, and, well... Here we are.”
Tahl paused for a second, trying to figure out the logic – which didn't seem to be there – of the situation. Giving up, she shook her head. “Yes, well... First off, you, Qui-Gon Jinn, are a horrible liar. Though I don't think I want to hear an actual explanation. Second, I need to borrow Bant.”
“Borrow me?” Bant asked from the floor, her giggling still dying down.
“Yes. The audio-reciever on my computer is malfunctioning, I need to read a document, and I refuse to accept help from that insufferable droid.”
“Oh, of course, Master.” Bant said happily, jumping to her feet. As they headed for the door, Bant turned one last time when Obi-Wan spoke.
“Bant, next time I'm dying, please don't gang up on me!” Obi-Wan called from the floor, smiling and giving her a tired wave goodbye. Bant laughed, and Tahl's face contorted in a confused expression.
“Bye, Obi-Wan.” Bant said with a laugh, and she and Tahl exited the appartment. As they walked together down the hallway, Tahl turned her blind eyes toward her apprentice.
“What was that about, Padawan?” She asked. Bant smiled, and layed a reasuring arm on her master's.
Bant smiled, making a mental note to explain later. “Oh, nothing of concern."
-fin-
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KELIA
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I wasn't beeing cheeky! I was just... Taking advantage of the situation to bring some humor into such a dull meditation session!”
'Can't say I blame him there. Meditations can be quite boring to a mind that refuses to be stilled.
Loved the image of Qui and Obi roughhousing
Great job on this
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I wasn't beeing cheeky! I was just... Taking advantage of the situation to bring some humor into such a dull meditation session!
Wonderful!
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Lovely humorous piece of work.
Liked it
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JediKaren
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LOL that was great!
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Very cute! Nicely done.
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