Title: Jewel Bugs Author: ardavenport Timeframe: Pre-TPM, Before the Saga Genre: humor, mush Characters: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, OCs Keywords Jedi, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, walking, plains Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan attend a gathering of delegates and have a mishap on the way. And: typo is my middle name, with missing words and errors that spell checkers don?t catch being my speciality ? if you see any, just post a reply or send a PM with the what and where and I will kill them with no mercy. Disclaimer: All characters belong to George and Lucasfilm; I?m just playing in their sandbox Obi-Wan Kenobi was warm under the hood of his robe. Not quite too warm to take it off. Not quite. Next to him, Qui-Gon Jinn sat up straight in his seat as well, his arms folded before him. Their thighs were pressed close together on the cushy seat, expansively wide for a single diminutive native of this world, but only just wide enough for two adult Humans from a Core World of the Galactic Republic. Their car thrummed rhythmically with their forward motion on the elevated rail it traveled on, the low rumble of the transport, slightly audible through the soundproofing, felt through the body just as much as the ear. And the Force. Obi-Wan felt his Master's presence most strongly, like the shared body heat where their robes, legs and arms touched. There were no stray thoughts between them, just the Force. It flowed through them, like the breath of life, renewing their travel weary bodies. . . . Obi-Wan opened his eyes, immediately aware that they were finally approaching their destination. Qui-Gon stirred, his posture shifting very subtly from inner hyper-aware contemplation to the more ordinary attention to the senses of the body. The air in their traveling compartment suddenly felt more confined. Pu Pyoodles slept in the seat opposite Obi-Wan, gentle snores escaping from the small, full-lipped and pink-painted mouth resting on his bare, protuberant belly that was squashed next to his gifting box, in the seat opposite Qui-Gon. Gentle fluttering sounds came from the side air holes of the box, emblazoned with large yellow and green inspection and certification labels. Outside, the sky above the plains below shimmered with greens, purples and pinks with the fierce interactions of stellar particle bursts and the atmosphere and the planet's unstable magnetic field that made floater transports sometimes unreliable on his world. Ahead of them rose a mountain, half natural rock, half ancient city, a gaping tunnel entrance ready to swallow up their long transport train. They had nearly reached their final destination. Obi-Wan flexed individual muscles in place, reviving circulation after sitting in place for so long. The seat, though comfortably padded, was too low to the floor and his knees stuck up though not as badly as Pu or Qui-Gons'. Qui-Gon tensed. More than he needed to. Looking all around him, Obi-Wan tried to identify what had alerted his Master. Qui-Gon leaned his head toward the wide windowpane of their compartment. "We're coming in too fast," he said. Their transport bounced too strongly under them in confirmation; the sound of it increased, reverberating off the walls of the terminal they had just entered. Standing, Obi-Wan turned toward the door opposite the window, but knew immediately that there was more danger in leaving than in staying. "Hunh!" Pu Pyoodles squealed when two Jedi threw themselves over him and his box, his mouth trunk squirming and trying to poke out from the folds of Obi-Wan's robe. The huge thump and jolt forward struck at the same time. Lights flickering, their safe transport instantly became a cell of too close padded walls, slamming into them from every direction. "Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!!!" Pu's mouth found its way out from under Obi-Wan's clothes and filled the compartment with a terrified scream. The Pa'lowick's skinny limbs flailed while Obi-Wan tried to keep his flabby body in place, but a sideways jolt broke them loose.