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It had been almost six months since he had become a Padawan and so far he had loved every minute of it. There was one thing he would like to change. He hadn’t been able to see Jaster in person since his adventure at the senate.

He did understand why and was grateful that he was still able to have regular comm calls with the Mand’alor, but it wasn’t quite the same. Jaster nearly always made time to just chat to him on top of their Mando’a lessons. There were occasions where the Mand’alor had to cancel their lessons. Jaster always made it up to him later though, either with extra calls or even on a couple of occasions sending care packages of shig and Uj'alayi. Defeating Death Watch was taking longer than predicted, although Jaster was still happy with his commando’s progress. At the moment it was still deemed too dangerous for Obi-Wan to go visit. The force hadn’t given Obi-Wan any more warnings so he wasn't worried about Jaster.

Even now the force wasn’t giving him any bad feelings despite his current position. In fact, it had an almost playful feel to it, defiantly happy and encouraging. Obi-Wan wasn’t exactly sure how he had managed to find himself in his current situation. It wasn’t quite as bad as being lost in the lower levels of Coruscant in the middle of the night, but still not exactly how he wanted to spend his afternoon.

Quinlan had collared him shortly after their lessons has finished, dragging him through the temple to keep a look out of the laundry rooms. Master Si had council meetings for most of the day, so it wasn't like he had to rush back to their quarters but he was still unclear as to just why the two of them were sneaking through the temple.

At the start of his Padawanship he had been slightly worried that he wouldn’t be able to see his friends as much as he used to now that he had moved out of the crèche. It didn’t seem to be the case though, as Master Si was happy for him to have lunch and sometimes dinner with them, he even let him sleep over in the crèche now and again. It defiantly helped when both Master Si and Master Dooku had council meetings or missions which over ran.

His friendship with Quinlan had been a bit of a surprise, the Kiffar was irritating, boisterous, loud and quoting Master Dooku, ‘a complete and utter nuisance’. And yet Obi-Wan continuously found himself spending more and more time with him, and enjoying it too.

Obi-Wan was sure Master Dooku’s dislike of the boy was mostly for show, he’d spotted the slight twitch of a smile last time he had caught them both sneaking into the kitchens for extra deserts. Quinlan had panicked out a stuttered apology and scampered off as soon as Master Dooku had let him. Leaving Obi-Wan with Master Dooku, who was trying hard not to smile. Obi-Wan was pleasantly surprised when, instead of being reprimanded, Master Dooku had shown him the best way to get in and out of the kitchens unnoticed. The pair had shared their stolen cookies with Master Si and Komari later on.

“Quin, we really shouldn’t be doing this.” Obi-Wan whispered, shifting to try and get slightly comfier in the small cupboard they were hiding in.

“It’ll be fine Obes, were not doing anything bad. Yet. All we need to do is find out the schedule of the people working.”

“It’s the ‘yet’ which worries me.” Obi-Wan muttered, only to be shushed by Quinlan as a couple of knights walked past their hiding spot. Quinlan wrapped his force presence around himself, Obi-Wan attempted to copy him. It was something Quinlan had picked up recently and had gladly taught Obi-Wan. The pair spent a good few hours sat in their small hiding spot, watching and taking note of who came and went and when they did so.

Eventually Quinlan spoke up, “Right, I think it’s is enough information, come on. Let’s find somewhere less cramped to plan.”

“Plan what? You haven’t explained anything yet!”

“Shhhh, come on.”

Obi-Wan sighed and followed Quinlan to a very quiet corner of the room of a thousand fountains. “I don’t know why I’m letting you drag me into this.”

“’Coz you love me, that’s why.”

“Sure,” Obi-Wan said sarcastically, “Now tell me what it is you’re up to.”

“It’s not ‘what I’m up to’ its ‘what we’re up to’.”

“I reserve my right to back out until you tell me what the plan is.”

“Fine. So, I found out the other day, all the everyone's laundry is done in a big lot all together, right? Well what better way to cause a little bit of chaos around here than, say, dying all the robes red. Or blue. Or any colour really. Think of it like practice for future missions! Sneaking around and all!”

Obi-Wan gave Quinlan a hard look. Quinlan just pouted.

Obi-Wan finally sighed, “Alright, but we better not get caught, and if we do. It’s all your fault.”

“Deal! Now, we just need to ‘borrow’ some of the dyes. The quartermasters should have some. I checked them out the other day, they have a couple of options. And Quartermaster Darron nearly always leaves early the last day of the week. So, we should be able to get in and out before lights out. We will then have to wait a few days, let the heat die down in case our little break in is noticed. Which coincides nicely with the laundry’s day off. We can get in when its closed, hide the dye in a couple of batches of clothes, that should be enough to get the majority of the clothes for most of the masters and knights!”

“You’ve thought this through pretty well.”

“Of course I have! I’m offended you thought I’d half arse this Obes.”

“Alright, when are we doing this? I’ll ask Master Si if I can stay over in the crèche on that day, then I won’t have to sneak out of either his or Dooku’s quarters.”

“Perfect!”

“Obi-Wan, Initiate Vos.” Both jumped at their names being said, turning to find Master Dooku walking towards them. “I hope you’re not roping my Obi-Wan into anything nefarious Vos?”

“M-me? Never Master Dooku. I’ve just remembered I’ve got galactic navigation work to finish. I’ll see you later Obes.” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Quinlan making a quick retreat.

Master Dooku turned to Obi-Wan. “I do hope he hasn’t gotten you into any trouble.”

“No Master, he hasn’t.” Obi-Wan decided it wasn’t a complete lie, he hadn’t gotten into any trouble just yet.

“Very well. Si sent me a message; his council meeting is running late. I wondered if you would join myself and Komari for dinner?”

“That would be good Master. Could we pick up a plate for Master Si too?” Obi-Wan asked, well aware of Master Dooku’s skills, or lack of, in the kitchen. They would be collecting dinner from one of the refectories.

“A good idea, I doubt Si will want to cook once he finishes with the council.” The pair started walking though the temple, in the months since he had become a padawan it seemed like the majority of the temple had slowly gotten use to seeing Master Dooku stalking down the corridors with Obi-Wan trotting beside him. That didn’t mean the stares had stopped completely but they had dwindled down. There was one memorable moment when a senior Padawan was so shocked by the sight that he had walked right into a wall.

“I have learnt a lot in my travels around the galaxy.” Master Dooku said as they walked, Obi-Wan waited for him to continue, the Master often took time to phrase what he was going to say. “Did you know, Naboo is famous for its colourful fabrics and clothes?”

“I- I didn’t know that.” Obi-Wan felt slightly worried, hoping it was a coincidence that Master Dooku was bringing up clothes dyes and that he hadn’t caught him and Quinlan planning.

“Indeed. In fact, they have the strongest and brightest colour dyes, at least commonly available in the republic, once used its practically impossible to remove the colour.”

“R-really?”

“I believe I still have a ceremonial robe which was gifted to me several years ago now. Would you be interest in seeing it?”

Obi-Wan was not sure if this was some sort of trap or not. The force didn’t seem to be concerned though, just relaxed and happy.

“That would be interesting. O-out of curiosity, you said its practically impossible to remove the dye. Is there a way?”

“Yes, there is a chemical, an anti-dye if you will, again only made on Naboo, it counters the dye. The only thing which gets rid of the colours.”

Master Dooku let them both into his quarters, “I guess the anti-dye is pretty hard to get hold of?”

“Not as hard as you’d expect, if you know the right people, its often used alongside the clothes to create patterns.” He explained as he looked through his wardrobe. “Ah, here it is.” He pulled out an elaborate robe, dark greys running into bright reds near the base. “They toned down the colours due to my role as a Jedi. I have had these many years now, and still the colours have not faded. Now, enough talk of this, we should collect dinner before Komari gets back, she is always ravenous after her saber classes.”

Komari was indeed hungry on her return, and barely spoke as she wolfed down her dinner. Only slowing once she had polished off the majority of her plate. “Padawan, I was wondering if you remembered our mission to that small mining moon several years ago.” Obi-Wan perked up, Master Dooku and Komari often told him tales of their previous missions over meals, it was always interesting, and Obi-Wan couldn’t wait to go on his first mission.

“The one with like three different leaders all trying to gain power over the government?”

“Indeed, that is the one.”

Komari turned to Obi-Wan, “You won’t believe what happened. It was a couple of years ago now. Master Dooku was letting me take the lead on the mission seen as it was classed as an ‘easy’ one. That was until two of the leaders got poisoned!”

“They poisoned their opponents while they had Jedi there to mediate?” Obi-Wan asked confused. “That seems a bit silly.”

“That’s what I thought too! It was this slow acting poison and we did find out that it wasn’t fatal, but still. Of course the one not poisoned got arrested, it seemed obvious that he was the culprit. But Master Dooku didn’t think it was that simple.”

“It very rarely is Padawan.” The master agreed.

“What happened next?” Obi-Wan asked, invested in the story.

“Right, so. Master Dooku goes to question the leader who’s been arrested and asks me to sneak around the other leaders’ quarters. And you’ll never guess what?!”

“What?”

“The one who was arrested was innocent! I found the poison in one of the other leaders’ rooms.”

“But I thought you said the other two had been poisoned? Did he poison himself?”

“Yeah. I was confused at that too. But as Master Dooku explained at the time, what better way to pass the blame for it then poison yourself and not someone else. The blame went straight to the only one not poisoned. If Master Dooku wasn't there he would have got away with it too."

Obi-Wan spent the night trying to decide if Master Dooku knew about Quins plan. If he did Obi-Wan was almost completely sure that he would have quickly put a stop to their plan and both him and Quinlan would be in trouble, he probably didn’t know. He hoped.

Three days later Obi-Wan had managed to have a stroke of luck. Both Master Dooku and Ko had been called away on a mission for a few days and Master Si was going to be in council meetings until the evening, with the very real possibility of it running over. Again.

Master Si had been very apologetic; a lot of the more recent council meetings had been much longer than before. He had told Obi-Wan it was nothing to worry about, his master even seemed slightly excited about the meetings which was strange. Slightly suspicious but not wanting to question his good luck Obi-Wan was happy to stay over in the crèche. Quinlan was ecstatic when Obi-Wan had told him, it lined up perfectly with their plans!

Sneaking into the quartermaster’s store was almost worryingly easy. Although to be fair, it wasn’t like they would expect any Jedi to break in and if a civilian had got in this far without anyone noticing there would be a major problem.

The dark storage room was a bit creepy but they didn’t want to risk turning on the lights. It was a bit difficult to find their way through in the dark, the emergency floor lights definitely helped.

“I think it’s this way.” Quinlan whispered

“’Think’? you don’t know?” Obi-Wan hissed, peaking at the near by shelves to see if he noticed any dyes.

“I haven’t exactly been in here before Obes, the Quartermasters never let anyone in.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “Hurry up then, we don’t want to be caught.”

A couple of shelf units later Quinlan let out a quiet “Yes!”

“You found them?”

“Yeah, there’s several, which colour do you want?”

Obi-Wan peaked over Quinlan’s shoulder to see the options, to his surprised, there was a fair number of dyes.

“Why do we even need all of these colours? It’s not like Jedi were bright colours like these.” Obi-Wan muttered

“Who knows, now hurry and pick. Green, blue or… is that pink?” Quinlan pulled out a box of dye, the colour code on the outside symbolising a bright pink colour.

“Wait, is that a dye from Naboo?” the label had Theed as its source, he was pretty sure that was the capitol of Naboo.

“Looks like it. Why? Is it special or something?”

“I think so,” Obi-Wan rummaged around the shelf until he found the anti-dye. “Lets do the pink, we can take this too.”

“We’re trying to dye the clothes, not un-dye them!”

“We can sneak back into the laundry a few days after and un-dye the clothes, leave this so that they can fix the rest.”

Quinan pouted, “Aww that’s no fun.”

"We're pranking Quin, not trying to actually cause huge problems." At Obi-Wans explanation and glare he sighed and agreed, the pair quickly rearranging the shelf to make it look like they hadn’t been there before making their way back out and to the creche.

They were both slightly tense the next few days, waiting to see if their dye heist had been noticed. When no one was talking about items been stolen from the quartermasters they relaxed. Jedi we’re notorious gossips, at least within the temple, and any news nearly always spread like wild fire. If their little break in had been detected they would have probably heard about it the next day.

The only thing keeping Obi-Wan on edge was the force, and partly Master Si. But mostly the force. There had been a slowly building excitement in the force, similar to just before his adventure in the senate. This paired with Master Si’s exceedingly good mood when he came out of his last council meeting made Obi-Wan slightly nervous. Nervous enough to ask his Master about it one evening.

“Did the council meeting go ok today master? It’s the first time you’ve managed to come back on time in a while.” He didn’t mention it was also weird for him to be so happy after council meetins.

“Oh yes, very well. It couldn’t have gone better!” Master Si said as he bumbled around the kitchen making dinner for the two of them.

“That’s good, what was it about?”

Master Si chuckled, “Nothing for you to worry about at the moment. Let’s just leave it as a surprise.”

“I’m not sure I like surprises.” Obi-Wan muttered under his breath before continuing out loud. “Is it ok for me to stay in the crèche tomorrow night? There’s a test in galactic history soon and we were all going to study after our lessons.” Obi-wan hoped he’d be allowed, technically none of it was a lie it just wasn’t the full truth. He did have a test coming up, and he was going to study with Bant Garen and Quinlan. But he could very easily come back to his own quarters for the night after.

“Yan and Komari should be getting back tomorrow; I was thinking about having a meal all together. They’re not quite sure on what time they’ll return, and I guess they’ll probably be exhausted. We can have the meal the day after. So I don’t see why not.”

Obi-Wan tried not to look relieved, he was sure that it was going to be a no when he heard that Master Yan was due back. Not that he wanted to skip out on the meal, he’d rather do that then sneak around the temple. But it would mean having to re plan for another day with Quin.

“Thank you Master….. are you sure you can’t tell me what happened in the council meetings?” he asked again.

“I promise you it’s nothing bad little one, now go set the table. Dinners almost ready.”

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Quinlan was indeed excited when Obi-Wan was able to stay over in the crèche. Luckily, he managed to hide his excitement from the masters, it wouldn’t be good to give their game away so soon. Or at all hopefully, Obi-Wan really didn’t want to get in any trouble for this. He was pretty sure nothing too bad would happen if they did get caught, the force seemed happy with their plan, plus if everything did go wrong, he could just run away to Jaster. He was sure the Mandalorian would happily take him in.

The crèche had gone through a fairly big change since he started his padawanship. The re-shuffling of the crèche clans being one of them. There was also no set Crèchemaster’s for each new clan anymore. They rotated around the different clans, and the younger Crèchemasters all had another older Crèchemaster paired with them for all of their shifts.

Obi-Wan hadn’t seen Master Peiia at all since the day in the council chambers, not even looking after the other clans. He wasn’t really upset about this, but he still hoped the Master was ok.

On this particular evening, Master Katlow, an old grey furred Wookiee, was the Crèchemaster on duty. No one knew exactly how old he was, but from previous initiates tales he had been around for a long time. He was big, growly, gave the best hugs ever and was more than happy to have Obi-Wan the night. He even made sure Obi-Wan’s temporary bed was already set up and ready by the time lessons finished.

He struggled to get to sleep at first, tossing around on the bed thinking too much about their plan for the evening. He did manage to drift off eventually, but it didn’t feel like long before Quinlan was shaking him awake.

“Obes, wake up, we have to go.”

Rubbing his eyes sleepily Obi-Wan stumbled out of bed. Trying to wake up as quickly as he could. It wouldn’t do to sleepily stumble and wake anyone. They were, after all, on a stealth mission.

Sneaking out of the crèche was harder than they expected, and took them much longer then they had initially planned. All because one of the other changes he Crèche had gone through. There was now more Crèchemaster on night duty. Probably to try and prevent initiates sneaking out at night, just like they were doing now. It seemed like Master Katlow was on desk duty, making sure no one came or left without his notice. The Master was busy writing on his datapad, but both of them knew from experience that didn’t mean he wasn’t paying full attention to the area around him.

Eventually they managed to sneak past but only when Master Katlow went to use the refresher, they had to hurry as not to be caught when the Master was already on his way back by the time they reached the front desk of the crèche.

They had to be careful going through the temple as it was never really quiet. There were times it was less busy, like at the moment in the middle of the night. But there were still various masters, knights and even a few senior padawans walking around. It was inevitable when you had a mix of species all living together, the more nocturnally inclined stuck to the night cycles and of course the zombie like masters and padawans which sometimes roamed the halls after missions a result of spacelag.

What was never widely advertised about space travel and Jedi missions was the spacelag which often came with it. Plenty of masters and knights ended up with this when returning from planets with differing day cycles, meaning there was often spacelagged Jedi wandering round in a daze after missions.

Fortunately, they had a run of good luck creeping through the temple, hardly coming across anyone else. They did have to duck into a storage cupboard as a couple of mouse droids zoomed by, but they didn’t meet a single person in the way to the laundry room. Getting in to the room was easy, they had watched enough people coming and going from to room to know the code. Obi-Wan kept an eye out while Quin entered it, the loud beeping of the keypad sounding even louder in the empty corridor.

They both rushed in once the door opened, pausing a second while watching the door to make sure no one had noticed. A few moments later they turned to get on with their mission.

“Quin did you have any idea how big this place was?” Obi-Wan whispered as the pair looked around. In the dark he couldn’t see the where the room ended it was so big.

“I didn’t know it was this big!” came a slightly panicked whispered reply.

The pair glanced around the room, it seemed to be split into sections, although neither could figure out from where they were what the sections were.

“What do we do now? There’s too much to dye everything, we’ll never have the time for it and defiantly don’t have enough dye.” Obi-Wan asked.

Quinlan walked over to the nearest laundry cart, large enough for both Quinlan and Obi-Wan to hide in easily. “This is just robes, should we do these?”

Obi-Wan peaked in, “Let’s see if we can find the tunics, they’ll probably dye easier then all this brown.”

“Come on then, let’s not take too long.”

The pair worked their way through the room, finding several baskets of tunics and generously sprinkling the dye in every one filled with tunics.

“Think we got them all?” Quinlan asked.

“Looks like it. We have a little bit of dye left though. Want to just put the rest in the washing powder?”

Quinlan’s grin became slightly manic at the suggestion.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all week!”

The trip back to the crèche went almost as easily as the trip to the laundry room. Sticking to the edges of the corridors they managed to avoid meeting anyone or any other mouse droids.

Half way back the force pulsed with a warning to hide right as they were about to turn a corner. Obi-Wan grabbed the back of Quinlan’s tunic, pulling them both tight to the wall.

“Wha-“

“Shh” Obi-Wan whispered not a moment too soon. They both froze as they heard two pairs of footsteps.

“I can’t wait until we get back to our quarters, I’m going to sleep for a week!” Came the familiar voice of Komari.

“I do believe that is physically impossible Padawan.” Master Dooku replied. Obi-Wan really hoped neither master Dooku or Komari noticed the pair of them hiding just around the corner. If they were heading back to Master Dooku's quarters they would be going straight on, and not turning down the corridor they were hiding in. Quin was glancing nervously at him, he tried to convey that it would probably be ok without speaking. He wasn’t sure he managed to get the message across properly, but Quin didn’t seem quite as panicked any more.

“I’m still going to try.” Came the petulant reply from Komari.

“Do remember we have a meal with Si and Obi-Wan tomorrow, or later today by this point. Would you really want to miss that? I’m sure I can give them your apologies.”

“No way Master! I’m not giving up my chance to have home cooked meals, or spending time with Obi. I’ve got another language assignment coming up, think he’ll help?”

“I’m sure if you ask him nicely, and he’s not too tired, he would be happy to help.”

There was a tired cheer from the Padawan as the pair passed Obi-Wan and Quinlan’s hiding spot. Both held their breaths as the tired Master Padawan pair walked past the corridor they were in. It felt like even the force was holding its breath as they waited, hoping nether would glance over.

There was a split second where Obi-Wan was sure Master Dooku saw them hidden in the shadows, the master glanced right at them, but his gaze didn’t stay and his pace didn’t falter, as the pair kept walking.

It seemed they were in luck. The Master must have been too tired to notice them. They both let out a sigh of relief when Master Dooku and Komari’s steps finally disappeared.

“That was close.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Too close. I would have walked right into them; I didn’t even notice them! Thanks.” Quin said as they continued on.

“Let’s just hurry, we might not be so luck next time. And we’ve still got to sneak back into the crèche.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard. We did manage to sneak out after all.”

Thirty minutes later Obi-Wan was glaring at Quinlan. “I did say ‘shouldn’t’ be too hard.” The kiffar grumbled.

The pair had been sat just round the doorway of the crèche. Waiting for a chance to sneak back in. It seemed like the crèchemaster’s on night duty took their job seriously. Master Katlow was still at the main desk near the entrance, still typing away on his datapad. With a perfect view of the doorway into the crèche. They were bound to get caught if they tried to get in with him still there.

“We’re going to be here all night at this rate.” Obi-Wan muttered. “There has to be another way in.”

“If there’s another way, even if we did know where is it, it’ll be just as guarded.” Quinlan said. Peaking round to check if Master Katlow was still on duty. He was. “Why can’t he just fall asleep or something! He’s old right? He must need to have a nap at some point.”

“Quinlan!” Obi-Wan chastised, getting a muttered apology before Obi-Wan continued “It’s his job to make sure no one gets in or out without him noticing, he’s not going to have a nap half way through or anything. It wouldn’t be very good for the safety and protection of all the youngling and initiates if he did.”

“Yeah yeah.” Quinlan muttered.

Obi-Wan huffed, trying to settle into a light meditation in order to pass the time. Master Si had started teaching him the lighter mediation to him to help improve his patience, it seemed to be working so far. He could feel himself calming down as he released his nerves and stress into the force. That was until there was a tug in the force. A surprisingly familiar tug.

“Really? Now?” He muttered. The tug happened again.

“You say something Obes?” Quinlan asked, glancing back at Obi-Wan from where he was keeping a look out at Master Katlow.

The tug happened several times in quick succession. Sighing Obi-Wan got to his feet. “Come on Quin.”

The Kiffar scrambled to his feet and hurried to catch up as Obi-Wan started walking away from the crèche door way, down a corridor parallel to the crèche.

“Obi? You ok? We need to get back into the crèche. Not just walk round it.”

“I know.”

“Then care to explain where we’re going?”

“I’m not sure yet.” He answered honestly, they paused as the corridor split into three. Obi-Wan waiting for the tug before following again.

“This doesn’t fill me with confidence Obes. You sure you’re ok?”

“I’m fine! The force said to go this way.”

“…. The force? The force personally told you to go this way to help with sneaking back into the crèche?”

“Yes? Is that really so weird?”

“Erm. Yes?!”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “It’s not the first time.” The tugging stopped them at a vent. And Obi-Wan sighed. “Looks like it wants us to crawl through the vents. Again.”

“…. When was the first time you crawled through vents for the force!?” Quinlan half demanded, half asked.

“Did I not tell you how I escaped from the senate?”

“No?! I thought you just eventually managed to get out of the cupboard or something.”

“Well technically I did get out of it. Just not using the door.” The pair whispered as they worked the vent loose. It was luckily wider than the ones in the senate although more difficult to get off. He was pretty lucky the belt Jaster left him had a small multitool, it would have been impossible without it.

“Well, your senate escaping skills are helping us now, and that’s the most important thing.” Quin whispered as they managed to get the vent grate back in place.

Once out of the vent, which apparently and conveniently lead to the crèche, it was much easier to get back into their clans’ bedroom. Getting back into bed without anyone noticing.

“Night Obes,”

“Night Quin.”

Obi-Wan felt giddy the next morning, keeping half an ear out for any gossip about a break in to the laundry room and half an eye out for any dyes robes despite knowing the robes would only start being circulated the next day as the would be washed today. He didn’t hear any news about either, which he supposed was a good thing at the moment, he was just being impatient more than anything else, wanting to see what would happen.

The day passed quickly enough and Obi-Wan found himself rushing back to his quarters with Master Si as soon as classes finished. They were planning on making dinner for Master Dooku and Komari as they had returned from their mission. He was rather excited about hearing all about it, normally Komari would retell the whole thing for him, if she was allowed of course.

“I’m back!” He called as he entered, heading towards the kitchen where he assumed Master Si would be.

“In the kitchen Obi,” Master Si confirmed.

Obi-Wan quickly joined him, grabbing the apron Master Si had got him when he had started teaching him how to cook.

“Can I help Master?”

“Of course! Here, peel these for the chips while I sort out the bantha steak. It was on offer and always been Yan’s favourite.” His master passed him some tubers, and Obi-Wan got to work. Thirty minutes later he had the table set and ready and all that was left to do was to cook the steaks on the arrival of Master Dooku and Komari.

The door opening signalled just that.

“Obi!” Came Komari’s shout as the Padawan pulled him into a hug.

“Hi Ko! Hello Master Dooku.”

Master Dooku gave a small smile, “Hello Obi-Wan. How have your lessons been?”

“Good thank you Master. How did the mission go?”

Komari sighed heavily. “So boring! Nothing exciting happened at all.”

“Now now Padawan. Not every mission can be as thrilling and life endangering as you want them to be. One day you’ll be glad of the calmer missions which go exactly to plan, you might even look forward to them.”

Komari huffed. “Sure Master, i cant see that happening any time soon though.” She asked cheekily.

Their conversation was interrupted by Master Si coming in from the kitchen, “Yan!”

“Hello Si, you look well. No bad visions while we’ve been away?” Master Dooku asked, and glanced at Obi-Wan for confirmation.

“Just a couple small ones, but nothing bad at all.” Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, his master had been doing a lot better recently, “Oh do sit down the pair of you, you both look tired. Was it a long trip back? You must have gotten in quite ate last night. Obi, would you mind terribly getting the rest of the cups? I’ve set out a tray.” Master Si said as he put down the large tea pot.

“Of course Master.” Obi-Wan quickly went to grab the tray.

“Now Si, I’m more then capable of bringing things to the table- “Master Dooku spoke up, looking like he was about to move to the kitchen after Obi-Wan.

Master Si raised an eyebrow. “Sit down before you fall down Yan dear. Or do you want your steak over cooked?”

Obi-Wan glanced between the two as he brought tray with the tea cups in. He wasn’t sure if his master meant his last statement as a threat or an accident if Master Dooku tried to help in the kitchen. Either way Master Dooku sat quickly.

“If you insist Si, it was indeed a rather tedious trip back.”

“I do, dinner will be ready in a few moments, so just relax until then. I’ve got a couple of things to go over with you from the council this evening too if we have time, seems like a few of our plans are moving ahead nicely.”

“Hey Obi,” Komari whispered to him as the two Masters started chatting drawing Obi-Wans attention. “How well do you know Ryl?”

“I think I’m ok at it, I’m better at writing it at the moment. I haven’t had much chance to speak it outside of lessons.”

“Think you could give me a hand again?”

Obi-Wan had no problem with giving her a hand, but right as he was about to reply a thought came to him.

“If I do, would you be able to help me with my astronavigation assignment too? I’m not very good at the calculations yet.” He muttered the last part.

“Yeah! I pretty good at the hyperspace calculations, We can have a go at it after we eat, it'll give our masters time to talk about boring council stuff while we work, plus it looks like Master Si is about done with dinner. ”

Obi-Wan thought that the current council work could be very interesting to listen too, especially if it was what had Master Si in such a good mood recently. He'd have to try listen in while doing their assignments.

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Much to Obi-Wans annoyance he didn’t get to listen into Master Si and Master Dooku’s conversation about whatever was going on with the council. The masters deciding to have the talk in private while they washed up in the kitchen, leaving both padawans to their assignments at the dining table.

Komari’s language assignment was pretty straightforward, at least for Obi-Wan. Luckily it was based on the written language and in return Komari happily helped him with his own navigation calculations. Even managing to explain it in a much easier way to understand then his teacher did!

They were just finishing up when the two masters came back through, Obi-Wan was slightly disappointed to find out that he’d missed his chance to listen into their conversation.

“Finished with your work?” Master Dooku asked, at the nod from the pair he continued, “Good, it’s probably time we left these two to get some sleep.” He suggested.

“It’s not that late Master.” Komari complained, while holding back a yawn. While Obi-Wan did love having them both over after his late-night adventure yesterday he was tired and couldn’t wait to get to sleep.

“They’ll be plenty more time to catch up soon,”

“Very soon.” Master Si agreed. The two masters seemed very happy with whatever they had agreed upon in the kitchen. Obi-Wan would have been a bit worried at Master Si’s excited grin if not for the force being quietly happy at the moment, almost purring like a contented loth cat in the back of his mind.

After the two left Obi-Wan turned to his Master. “Are you sure you can’t tell me what’s going on with the council yet master?”

Master Si chuckled, “Not just yet Padawan mine. You’ll find out soon enough and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Now, to bed with you, you look just as tired as Komari did!”

Not wanting to push his luck or have to explain just why he looked so tired he ducked into his room. Tomorrow should be a good day, he had extra saber practice with Master Dooku planned, he was scheduled to have a Mando’a lesson with Jaster and, the most exciting thing about tomorrow, the droids should be delivering all the dyed robes this evening and hopefully their prank worked!

It didn’t take long into the next morning to see the results of their prank. Upon waking up he had found that Master Si had left a pile of his now cleaned clothes on his desk either later last night or early this morning.

All the tunics were pink.

Trying not to giggle he quickly pulled one on, glancing in the mirror before dashing to the kitchen to find Master Si in a similar state of dress. Brown robe over his pink tunic as he hummed a quiet song to himself.

“Ah, good morning, Obi-Wan. There seems to have been a little problem with the laundry. I hope you don’t mind wearing this new colour until it’s sorted?”

“No master, I don’t mind.”

“Good good, I think it’s quite fetching myself. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I invited Yan round for breakfast. He’s coming to the council meeting this morning before your training session with him.”

“Of course not, I’ll go set the table.”

“Thank you my dear.” Master Si moved around the kitchen humming to himself as he made breakfast, it seemed that blue milk pancakes were on the menu today, Obi-Wans favourite.

Master Dooku arrived not long after, it seemed he had missed out on his clothes being dyed, probably due to having returned from his mission the same time they did the heist. Obi-Wan was pretty sure that Master Dooku wouldn’t have been too mad if his clothes had been dyed, but he was secretly glad he didn’t have to test that theory.

“Good morning Master Dooku, would you like some tea with breakfast? Master's making pancakes!”

“Good morning to you too little one, indeed I would.” Master Dooku gave him a good look up and down. “It seems like you have joined the new trend of brightly coloured tunics I have seen this morning. Has there been a fashion trend change I have not been told of?”

“Not that I know of Master,”

“Yan, good morning.” Master Si greeted as the pair entered the kitchen. “What do you think of our new clothes? How do we look? It seems there’s been a mix up in the laundry room.”

“It certainly seems that way, you look simply dashing Si,” Obi-Wan couldn’t tell if Master Dooku was being sarcastic or not. “Although I doubt the trend will last long.”

“Ah, a shame, I think it brings out my eyes. And much more fun than the boring old colours most of us wear.”

Master Dooku gave a hum, of agreement or indifference Obi-Wan wasn’t sure but he seemed pretty happy so it probably wasn’t meant as an insult.

Clearing the table from breakfast was a quick and easy affair with three people working together. Obi-Wan was just thinking of what he could do while waiting for Master Dooku to finish with the council meeting when said Master cleared his throat.

“Obi-Wan, I shouldn’t be with the council for more than half an hour, would you prefer to meet me in the training halls or wait outside the council chambers?”

Obi-Wan was torn. On one hand, if he went straight to the training halls, he could go get a bit more saber practice in. On the other, he could go sit outside the council chambers, which might not be a fun but he might be able to hear something about the secret plans going on! Better still he might even see some of the council members in dyed clothes! Quinlan wouldn’t forgive him if he missed that chance.

“I’ll come with you if that’s ok Master? I don’t mind waiting outside if it won’t take too long.”

“Wonderful, we best be off. Si, are you ready?”

“Yes yes, I’m ready.” The master said, checking his datapads and pulling on his shoes.

“Have you got the caff you made?” Dooku gently reminded.

“Hm? Oh! No! One moment.”

Master Dooku and Obi-Wan waited patiently as Master Si dashed back to get his caff.

“Right. Now I’m ready.”

The trio made their way through the halls of the temple. To Obi-Wans glee the majority of people they passed had bright pink tunics. Obi-Wan couldn’t wait until the next time he saw Quin. He wondered if all his friends’ clothes had been dyed too, they probably had been.

It seemed like the majority of people they saw were taking the change of tunic colours quiet well. There were a few looking a bit grumpy, attempting to hide their tunics with robes wrapped tightly around them, but not that many so overall Obi-Wan counted it as a win.

There wasn’t any one at the desk outside the council chambers yet, and with master Si’s permission he took the seat behind it, opening up his datapad with his own assignments. The desk chair was far comfier than the other chairs. It also gave him the perfect place to hide his comm so he could take recordings of any of the masters with dyed clothes going past. Master Si nearly always arrived early to council meeting. Mostly, he had claimed, so he could drink his caff in peace before too many others arrived. True to form they had arrived early on this occasion too, Obi-Wan smiled as more council members started arriving.

He got greetings in passing from most of them, a few even stopped to ask how his padawanship or lessons were going. All had pink clothes.

Master Windu was one of the last few to arrive and stopped at the desk, “Padawan Kenobi, it seems like it’s not just the masters who have been subject to the new colour code.” He said as he took in Obi-Wans dyes clothes.

“We saw an awful lot of people in pink on the way here Master Windu.”

“Hmm? Well, if it’s only the clothes which have been dyed, it’s probably a harmless prank, at least no live animals were involved this time.” The master sighed before continuing into the chamber. Obi-Wan would have felt slightly bad, if the master hadn’t given him brief smile as he passed. He had gotten a little bit more used to Master Windu, but still found himself fairly scared of him. But master Si had explained how Windu saw shatter points which left him with almost constant headaches and even migraines if they were bad enough. It explained the almost constant glaring the master seemed to do at everyone.

The last to arrive was Master Yaddle.

“Good morning, it is, Padawan Kenobi.”

“Good morning Master Yaddle.”

“Like my new clothes do you? Matching we are, height of fashion we will be.”

“They look very good Master.”

“Waiting for Master Dooku you are?” Obi-Wan nodded. “Keep him long, we won’t. Only confirmation he is needed for. Then release him we will.”

“Thank you Master Yaddle. I don’t mind waiting, he said he’s going to teach me the next steps of Makashi today!”

“Fun you will have. Good teacher he is.”

The master wandered into the council chambers which shut with a resounding thud after her. Without getting any closer to the door, as he wasn’t sure if the masters would be able to hear him or notice him in the force, he tried to listen to as much as he could from the other side while at the desk. He could hear nothing. He sighed heavily at his failed plan to find out what is going on. But he did get the holos of several of the Masters in pink! He’d definitely have to show Quin later.

It seemed both Master Dooku and Yaddle were right about their predictions on how long they would need Master Dooku for. Hardly twenty minutes later the master was strolling out of the chambers looking very pleased, almost smug.

“All done Master Dooku?”

“Indeed. To the training halls?”

Obi-Wan nodded, “What was the meeting about Master? Did it go well?”

He might as well try his look with Master Dooku, although he’d probably not say anything yet like his own master.

“It went very well; I would almost be suspicious of how well everything going if I didn’t know how much work Si and a couple of others put into it.”

“That’s good, s-so, what was it about?”

“All in good time little one. All in good time. Let’s focus on saber forms first.” Master Dooku said as they arrived at their booked hall.

If the master was planet side, as he more often was these days, he would book out this hall a couple of times a week for extra lessons with either or both Obi-Wan and Komari. On this occasion it was just Obi-Wan as he had a couple of days off of lessons, and Komari had catch up classes after being away from the temple on their last mission.

When he has started having extra lessons with Master Dooku, they had started by going over the majority of the forms pretty quickly, mostly to see Obi-Wans current skill level in all of them. The Master seemed very happy which he current progress and had begun focusing on Makashi and Soresu. The former was the Masters preferred form, and the latter was the best defensive form there was.

At first Obi-Wan had been a bit doubtful of learning Soresu, it seemed a bit boring compared to the rest. Certainly everyone else in his classes found it rather boring, to the point where it wasn’t highly focused on by the teachers. The master was adamant that he at least try to learn it before judging it and for good reason too. As he explained a good base of Soresu would make the council more lenient on letting Obi-Wan go on missions! If he was able to defend himself even if he got separated from whichever Master he was with, if he could keep himself safe until said master managed to find him, the council would feel happier about letting him leave the temple.

Obi-Wan wasn’t too proud to admit that he ended up really liking Soresu. Both that and Makashi we’re now his two favourite forms. It seemed that Master Dooku was also, not so secretly, happy that Obi-Wan enjoyed Makashi. He always seemed pleased with how quickly Obi-Wan picked up the forms too able to move though teaching them much quicker than planned.

Several hours later, after going over both old and a couple of new Makashi forms, the pair finally called it a day. Obi-Wan noticeably more tired than Master Dooku, which wasn’t that surprising.

What was surprising was that Master Dooku seemed to be pushing Obi-Wan to go back to his quarters.

“Best go get showered little one, I’m afraid I have previous commitments shortly, and I believe Si was planning on getting out of the council meetings early so he could meet you in your quarters though.”

The force quivered with excitement, which Obi-Wan found slightly worrying.

Obi-Wan wasn’t upset by Master Dooku having other plans, he knew the Master was often busy and was just glad he had managed to fit in the training session this morning. If Master Si had escaped the council early, maybe he wanted to spend sometime together. Plus, he had his weekly comm call with Jaster planned after lunch.

“Thank you for the lesson Master, I hope I haven’t kept you too long.”

“It was a pleasure as always, now go on, you don’t want to be late for Si.”

With a last goodbye Obi-Wan jogged out the training halls, the forces excitement was growing. Quickly checking his comm to see if Master Si was out of the council meeting yet, his mood quickly dropped when he saw a message from Jaster.

‘Ad’ika, I am sorry I won’t be able to make our planned comm call this afternoon. I hope to see you soon - Jaster’

The message was only brief, it often was when Jaster was busy. Even the Force bubbling in excitement around him didn’t cheer him up. Jaster hadn’t been able to make the last couple of calls. They still sent messages often, but it wasn’t the same. Obi-Wan hoped he wasn’t being too needy with the Mandalorian, he would hate to have annoyed him.

Subdued Obi-Wan showered quickly once back in his quarters. Master Si wasn’t back yet, giving him time to compose himself. By the time Obi-Wan had dug out a clean set of clothes, these ones also pink, Master Si had returned.

“You’re back! Here, go put these on.” Slightly confused Obi-Wan looked down at a brand new, un dyed, set of robes pushed into his arms, “Hurry, we don’t want to be late.”

Very confused Obi-Wan turned back around to his room. The clothes seemed similar to his normal robes; the only difference was a small mythasaur skull embordered in orange over his heart on the tunic, and a similar one on the shoulder of the robes.

“Master? What’s going on? Aren’t we going to have lunch? What are we late for?” Obi-Wan asked, feeling slightly lost as Master Si pulled on his own nicer looking robes, although he hadn’t bothered changing his pink tunic.

“All will be revealed soon Obi, did you want to get a snack from the kitchen? We won’t be having lunch right away.”

The force was practically singing in excitement now, so it must be something good. Obi-Wan half thought that maybe he would be having an official comm call with Jaster, what with the robes and everything. But the Mand’alor had already said that he was busy, so it couldn’t be that.

Grabbing a nutrient bar from the kitchen he ate it quickly, careful not to get any on his new robes.

“Ready?” Master Si asked.

“Yes Master.”

“Perfect, we might have to hurry, we don’t want to be late.”

“Late for what?” he asked again

His Master just grinned at his question and hurried him out of their quarters. The force was tugging at him again, luckily in the same direction as Master Si was leading them.

Obi-Wan had never seen Master Si run anywhere, in fact thinking about it, he didn’t think he’d seen any Master run in the corridors. Padawan's often ran when late for lessons or just excited, that was until a knight or master shouted at them to stop of course.

Today was no different, technically Master Si was not running. Obi-Wan had no idea how the Master was walking so fast though, he still seemed calm and collected, not even breaking out into a slow jog but somehow he was travelling much faster then expected. Obi-Wan having to jog to keep up.

Master Si, and the tugging from the force, lead them to one of the temples hangers. Mostly used for Jedi owned ships, or on very rare occasions guests arriving at the temple. It was mostly empty when they arrived, the only other people being a small gathering of Masters.

Obi-Wan grew more surprised when he recognised Master Dooku among them, hadn’t the Master said he had other things to do this afternoon?

“Master Sifo, Padawan Kenobi, worried you would be late, we were. Want to miss this, you will not.” Master Yaddle said as a greeting. The other Master in the group was Master Windu, who nodded in greeting.

Obi-Wan was about to ask, again, about what was going on when there was the sound of an approaching ship. The Masters all paused their conversation, Master Dooku coming to stand on the other side of Obi-Wan as a ship slowly drew into the hanger. It was a decent sized ship, bigger than the normal one or two person ships which were dotted around the hanger, Obi-Wan didn’t recognise the type, but it seemed well armoured and heavily weaponised judging by the turrets on the sides.

The force curled around him, coiled and waiting happily.

The ship settled delicately, letting out hisses of air as the stabilisers worked to balance the bulk of the ship. It took a few moments before the outer ramp lowered the doors sliding open. Obi-Wan held his breath, feeling the force do the same as he tried to spot who had arrived.

Due to the ships design, he could hear the heavy footsteps of several people walking down the ramp before he saw them. Eventually he spotted the armoured feet and legs of several Mandalorians as they made their way ramp. Obi-Wan barely noticed how many there was, too focused on the familiar Mandalorian leading the group.

Obi-Wan grinned, “JASTER!”

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Jaster was back! Obi-Wan didn’t take much notice of the other Mandalorians as he darted forward, up the ramp towards Jaster, who was already kneeling ready to sweep him into a hug. It wasn’t the comfiest what with all the armour, but Obi-Wan didn’t care.

“Hello Ob’ika.”

“Hi, I’ve missed you.” Obi-Wan

The shuffling of amour made Obi-Wan look around, finally taking note of the other Mandalorians, all of who were watching him closely. He blushed, wiggling until Jaster put him down, a glance across at the Masters showed that none of them seemed to mind the lack of decorum. Master Dooku beckoned him over to stand back with the Jedi.

Obi-Wan realised he must have been called to the landing partly due to his role as Ambassador. He was pretty sure that Ambassadors shouldn’t run up to leaders of nations for hugs, oops. The force seemed more than happy with his behaviour though, wrapping around him, and everyone else present, like a contented tooka.

He took his place back between his Masters, giving the Mandalorian’s chance to properly disembark their ship. All of the Mandalorians seemed to pause once facing the Jedi, taking a long time to look over them. Obi-Wan wondered if the Jedi had managed to offend them already, he didn’t think they had.

“Welcome you, we do, Mand’alor and Company, to the Jedi Temple.” Master Yaddle spoke. “Pleased we are, that your application to senate had been accepted. Independent but recognised nation, the True Mandolarians are.”

“Thank you, Master Jedi. The flimsi work took much longer than expected. Had a few problems with the senate losing our documents several times too. It took a personal trip to the senate to get everything figure out.”

“Hmmm. Not good, that is. Glad I am, that sorted it has been.”

“Very glad, if I don’t see another application form needed to be filled out in triplicate for the next several years, I’ll be happy.”

Master Yaddle chuckled. “No flimsi work we have for you, just yet.”

Master Windu cleared his throat. “Introductions might be a good start?”

The Mandalorian’s all seemed to straighten up slightly, standing to attention a bit more. “Ah, yes. This is Silas, my second.” Jaster introduced, indicating at the man stood next to him, Silas nodded in greeting. “Then we have a couple of my … more experienced, supercommandos, Rhett, Haxur and Maiva.” Said supercommandos all seemed to turn and look at Jaster, even with their helmets on Obi-Wan could tell they were glaring, “They’ve volunteered to be part of our trial.”

Obi-Wan was slightly confused, what trial were they talking about? He hoped it wasn’t anything too bad. He didn’t get a chance to ask either Master next to him as Master Windu started to introduced the small group of Jedi, Obi-Wan pleasantly surprised to hear his title of ‘Padawan Ambassador’.

“Rooms, Master Sifo-Dyas and Padawan Kenobi, will show you. Refreshments, rest you deserve, business we will deal with tomorrow.” Master Yaddle said.

Which is how Obi-Wan found himself escorting a group of Mandalorians through the temple, once again receiving more stares from passing Jedi. He was glad his Master knew where they were meant to be going as he had no clue. It took much longer then expected to walk though the temple. Jaster kept getting distracted by the architecture.

“Alor, you’ve been here before.” Silas said after the fifth time of having to pull Jaster along.

“Yes, but I was a bit distracted that time, Master Sifo-Dyas, how old is this tapestry? I’m not sure I’ve seen anything like it!” Said tapestry was a depiction of one of the oldest Jedi temples, Ahch-To.

“I’m not sure of the exact date, Master Nu will know. I’m sure Obi-Wan can bring you along to the archives at some point.”

“The archives are great!” Obi-Wan chirped, “they have loads of old datapads and flimsi, and I can show you that one with all the information about Tarre Vizsla!”

“Osik, there’s two of them now.” Silas’ muttered. Yelping as Maiva hit him round the head.

“Language Silas,” She growled, “Ob’ika, please do not repeat that.”

“Krif Mai, that hurt.” He yelped again as she smacked him again.

“And don’t repeat that either. I apologise Master Jedi, for this idiot’s behaviour.”

Master Si, frowned at Silas, “Not to worry, although please do not use that type language where little ears can here, which is most of the common areas in the temple I’m afraid.”

“There’s a reason why Silas isn’t down to help with the trial Master Sifo-Dyas.” Jaster said,

“Sorry,” Silas muttered, rubbing the back of his head where he’d smacked.

Master Si eventually led them all to a set of large quarters, large enough to house the Mandalorians. It seemed like the masters had planned ahead as there was already food and refreshments set out, Obi-Wan hoped that he’d be allowed some as he’d not had lunch yet. It seemed like the supercommandos had no reservations about digging into the food. Obi-Wan didn’t get a chance to pick up a plate, as Jaster had apparently already made one up for him.

“I have to apologise, Master Sifo-Dyas, for our previous conversations, I was not aware of your full name, Ob’ika here had only used your shortened name.”

“It’s no problem Mand’alor Mereel. Please, call me Si. Everyone else does, it’s a bit of a mouthful otherwise.”

Jaster nodded, “In that case, call me Jaster. I have a feeling we’ll be spending a lot of time together. So, Master Si.” Jaster said as the group ate, “Is there a particularly event on today in the temple today?”

“Event? Not within the temple, I’m sure there’s always something going on outside though.”

“There isn’t? Not a celebration or anything?”

“No?” Master Si answered, sounding confused by the question.

“What’s all the pink about then?” another Mandalorian spoke, Obi-Wan thought it might have been Rhett.

“Ohh!” Master Si chuckled, “It seems there was a bit of an accident in the laundry room. Probably some padawans pulling a prank.” Obi-Wan tried not to tense up too much as his Master got a bit too close to the truth, technically it was a padawan and initiate.

“No one seems that upset about it.” Silas said.

“Of course not, it’s a harmless prank. It’s only when the prank wars start which you have to be worried.” Master Si paused for a second, “Although there hasn’t been a proper prank war in several years, so I’m sure one is probably due soon.”

Obi-Wan had no idea prank wars had been a thing before! Part of him wanted to let Quin know as soon as possible, another part of him wanted to make sure his friend never heard about them. Ever.

The Mandalorians seemed happy with the response though, Obi-Wan thought that if they liked children as much as he’d read, and Jaster had told them, they’d probably be used to that sort of behaviour.

“There will be a council meeting tomorrow, to finalise plans. Also, to introduce you to the crèchemasters you’ll be working with. I believe that Master Katlow will be there tomorrow, His been a Master in the crèche for a long time, he was my crèchemaster when I was still a youngling. Do you all understand Shyriiwook?” Master Si asked. The three supercommandos nodded.

“Good good, Obi-Wan, the council has also agreed to allow Jaster to accompany you to Ilum next week with the rest of the initiates ready to get their sabers, are you ok with this?”

Obi-Wan felt himself perk up, “We’re going to Ilum?!”

“Yes, I think its about time. Once you have your saber the council will be much happier about you going on missions. So, are you ok with Jaster tagging along? Normally if a Padawan goes to Ilum their Master will go with them. As the healers have band me from travel too far from the temple, and Yan has Komari, I was hoping you’d be ok with this as an alternative?”

“Yes! That would be amazing, i-if that’s ok with you too Jaster?” Obi-Wan turned to the Mand’alor with pleading eyes hoping the Mand’alor would agree. He half heard one of the other mandalorians making an aww sound.

“It would be an honour Ob’ika.”

“Good, now do any of you have any questions for now?” there was a moment of silence before the questions started coming. Obi-Wan was glad Master Si was there to answer them, most of them he didn’t know the answers to.

“Hey adiika,” Silas had managed to shift around the table to talk to him.

“Su cuy’gar Master Silas, I-it’s an honour to meet you.” Obi-Wan hoped he hadn’t messed up the greeting. The only Mandalorian he’d spoken to before being Jaster, and even with his constant lessons with the man he was nervous about using the language with others.

Silas smiled down at him though, so hopefully he’d said it right. “’Alor talks about you a lot; He’d never let me join in your comm calls though.”

“H-he does?”

“Yeah, if it’s not Jango he’s talking about, it’s you.”

“It’s, It’s not bad things though?” Obi-Wan asked nervously, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

Silas barked out a laugh, “Nah, He’s got nothing but praise for you adiika.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but grin. “I know he’s been teaching you Mand’a, want to learn a bit more?”

Obi-Wan could feel Silas’ slightly chaotic energy in the force, similar to when Quinlan was planning a prank, but it didn’t seem malicious. So he agreed, managing to learn a couple of words and phrases before Maiva interrupted, “I hope you’re behaving Silas,”

“Maiva! You wound me, of course I’m behaving, aren’t I Ob’ika?”

“Yes, at least I think so.” Maiva glared at Silas, who attempted to give an innocent grin. Obi-Wan didn’t think it looked convincing. It remined him of when Quinlan was up to no good.

A couple of hours later, once all the food had been eaten, Master Si spoke, “It seems we’ve taken up enough of your time for now, we’ll allow you to rest and settle in. You must be tired after travelling for so long.”

Obi-Wan managed to say a quick goodbye to all of them before following his Master.

On the way back to their quarters he finally got the chance to ask his master, “What trial were the council talking about Master?”

“Ah, well as the crèche has been through a large change recently, we’ve been left a bit short staffed. Maiva, Rhett and Haxur have kindly volunteered to assist in the crèche. Temporarily for now, although from how Mand’alor Mereel had previously hinted, I wouldn’t be surprised if they wished to stay longer.”

“Quin will be so excited.”

“I bet, he seems to like a bit of chaos, and this will definitely cause a stir. Let’s keep this between us for now, at least until its officially announced tomorrow.”

“Of course, Master,”

The pair settled on the sofa with tea and biscuits, “There was something else I have to talk to you about.”

Obi-Wan really hoped it wasn’t about the prank.

“Yes?” he asked nervously.

“Jaster has requested that he takes out of the temple, he’s requested to take you down to Little Keldabe. The council has agreed, on the conditions that you stick to the Mand’alor at all times and that for now and that you are back by nightfall. But of course, this is only if you would like to?”

“Really? Yes, please Master!”

Master Si grinned, “I thought you’d like that. You best get your class assignments finished if you want to spend the day with Jaster tomorrow.”

Obi-Wan didn’t think he’d moved so fast to get his homework done before. He could hardly sleep the that night, too excited about spending the next day with Jaster, he wondered if he’d finally get to meet Jango too. Jaster had spoke about him a lot but Obi-Wan had only ever spoke to Jaster over their comm calls. He hoped Jango would like him, he was slightly worried he wouldn’t.

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Obi-Wan was up before Master Si the next morning, an unusual occurrence. Unless the master had a vision in the night. It hadn’t happened often, but just enough to worry Obi-Wan who paused his tea making. He had been planning on surprising the master with fresh tea and breakfast when he woke up. But if his master had had a really bad vision, maybe he needed the healers instead? Obi-Wan rung his hands together nervously. It was still earlier then his master normally woke up, so he should be fine. He couldn’t help but think about ‘what if’. He didn’t want to wake up if he was still asleep though.

Creeping to his master’s room he pressed an ear against the door. Not hearing anything, he was not entirely sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Not sure what else to do, Obi-Wan focused, ‘Hello, Mister Force Sir?’ There was a flicker of amusement and greeting from the force. ‘Is Master Si ok?’

The force blossomed into a warm embrace, giving him feelings of safety. He was pretty sure that was a good thing.

‘Thank you!’

He dashed back to the kitchen to finish the tea. Luckily a short while later he heard his Master coming into the kitchen. “Good morning, I see you’ve been busy.”

“I made tea!”

“I can see that, thank you Padawan mine. Excited for today?”

“Yes Master!”

Obi-Wan tried to be patient as his master ate his breakfast, he couldn’t help but be slightly impatient though.

“Why don’t you run ahead to Jaster? I’m sure the mandalorians will appreciate you showing them the way to the council chambers.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not,”

“Thank you master!”

Obi-Wan managed to pull his boots on without falling over before dashing out of the room, waving Master Si goodbye.

Once outside of the mandalorians quarters he got slightly nervous, were they up yet? Did they want him to drop in on them this early? Would they be expecting a Knight or Master to show them around?

The force squeezed him gently in a hug, ‘thanks’ he whispered, before knocking on the door.

The door opened, Rhett glancing down at him “Good morning little one.” He rumbled in Mando’a, letting Obiwan in and calling out louder “Alor your kid is here!”

Obi-Wan was about to say he wasn’t Jasters kid, when Jaster came through one of the bedrooms doors.

“Ob’ika!”

“Su’cuy Buir!” Obi-Wan chirped,

He wasn’t sure what reaction he was expecting Jaster to have from the new word Silas had taught him. Silas has told him it was the proper way for him to refer to Jaster, and Obi-Wan didn’t want to be rude. He was maybe expecting a smile or something similar for him learning a new word.

He wasn’t expecting Jaster to gasp, trip over his own feet and stumble to the ground. There was silence.

“D-did I say it wrong?” Obi-Wan asked, wringing his hands nervously.

Silas burst out laughing, clutching his sides as he fell off his chair.

“I-I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan managed to get out, feeling himself turning red with embarrassment.

“No no,” Jaster rushed over, kneeling in front of him. “You said it perfectly Ob’ika.”

“W-was it rude? I didn’t mean it!” Obi-Wan wiped at his face, hoping that none of the mandolarians noticed the few tears which escaped.

Jaster picked him up, settling on the sofa. He vaguely heard a yelp from Silas, Maiva dragging him out of the room.

“You’ve done nothing wrong Ob’ika, I promise. It wasn’t rude, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Silas said I was meant to be calling you that, like they all call you alor. W-what does it mean?” Obi-Wan said half clinging to Jaster. He only half noticed that the other mandalorians had cleared the room, only leaving the pair of them in the main room.

“Ah, well it means parent.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to. I know you’ve got Jango and and”

Jaster shushed him, taking a few moments to calm him down. “Ob’ika, I was surprised. But I promise you it was a good surprised. I would love it if you would call me that.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan, “e-even though I turned down your offer last time?” Obi-Wan didn’t completely regret saying no to Jaster’s offer to adopt him, that didn’t mean that it had been an easy decision.

“Of course not, you ever change your mind on that just let me know. If you want to keep calling me Buir, it would make me very happy.”

“I-I’m not sure I’m allowed? I’m a Jedi, and I’m meant to be your ambassador.”

“True, but there are plenty of ambassadors from other worlds who are related to their rulers.”

“C-can I think about it?” Obi-Wan asked, not being able to look Jaster in the eyes.

“Of course you can, take as much time as you need Ob’ika.”

“T-thank you.”

Jaster smiled, “Now, do you think you’re up to showing us to the council chambers? The quicker we get this morning’s business done, the quicker I can steal you from the temple. I’ve got a surprised planned for lunch.”

“A good surprise?”

“I certainly hope so.”

Obi-Wan nodded, giving his face one last wipe to make sure he looked ok. Jaster must have let the others know via comm that they could come back out. Obi-Wan eyed Silas wearily as the man approached him, he seemed to be sporting a new limp, Maiva keeping a close eye on him.

“Hey adiika, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you all upset. I thought it would just make Alor look all shocked and all. I shouldn’t have done it.”

Obi-wan could feel his sincerity in the force, he really was like Quinlan. Which gave him a fantastic idea for payback later.

“It’s ok, but – but will you tell me what the other words mean?”

“Course!”

He didn’t get to find out what else Silas had taught him at that moment, as the group set off through the temple not wanting to be late for their meeting with the council. Obi-Wan thought he was being a pretty good guide, he didn’t get them lost once! They did slow down past some of the gardens. Mostly as there was a group of younglings playing, all who stopped and stared at the armoured mandalorians, Rhett gave them a friendly wave, prompting them all to start waving back.

The council members had already arrived when Obi-Wan and his group of mandalorians finally got to the council chamber. Obi-Wan had to fight down the giggle as the Padawan on duty looked up and almost dropped her datapad at the sight of Obi-Wan leading the Mandalorian.

“Hi! Master Si said we were expected?” Obi-Wan asked

“S-sure, I’ll just buzz you in.” She said, staring at them all as they walked into the council room.

He was a lot calmer going into the council chamber this time, knowing that he definitely wasn’t in trouble, and already knowing some of the council members better.

Master Katlow was already there, nodding in greeting as the mandalorians lined up behind Jaster. Obi-Wan, not entirely sure where to go, stood near the Mandalorians, until Master Si caught his eye, his master shifted over in his seat, patting the edge discreetly. Grinning Obi-Wan trotted over, it was a bit tight with both of them on the seat, but not uncomfortable.

“Well rested, are you Mand’alor?”

“Yes, thank you for your hospitality, Master Yaddle.”

“Business, ready to discuss, are you?”

“Indeed, introduce you to Master Katlow we will. Crechemaster shifts, in charge of he is.”

Obi-Wan tried to pay attention to the conversation going on, but it wasn’t the most exciting. Rhett Maiva and Haxur all introduced themselves to the crechemaster, the rest of the morning meeting was going over little details, which clans the mandalorians would be helping with, their rotas for helping, which weapons they would be allowed to carry with them thin the temple, etc etc. He tried to hide a yawn after almost an hour of the meeting, none of the other council members or mandalorians seemed bored.

The meeting took over an hour, far too long in Obi-Wans opinion. But eventually it was done. Master Katlow leading the mandalorians towards the creche as Master Si bid a quick goodbye to the council members, promising to return soon.

Back in their quarters, Obi-Wan made sure his belt had his fully charged comm, he was not leaving the temple after triple checking it. He spent the next few minutes fiddling with the edge of his tunic, trying to build up the courage to ask his master the question which had been bugging him since this morning.

“Master Si?”

“Yes, little one?” as if sensing it was going to be a serious conversation the master sat down, paying full attention to Obi-Wan

“I, well. When Jaster brought me to the temple last time, he, he might have offered to adopt me.”

“He did let myself and Yan know about that. Have, have you changed your mind about being a Jedi?” Master Si asked,

“No! No, I still want to be a Jedi. I-Its just. I accidently called him Buir this morning, Silas thought it would be funny. And Jaster said that I could still call him that now, even if I was going to stay being a Jedi but I didn’t know if it was allowed and I’m Mandalors Ambassador which makes everything more confusing and I don’t know what to do master! He seemed really happy that I called him that.”

Master Si smiled softly, “That does sound like an important decision.”

“I don’t want to stop being a Jedi Master!”

“Nor am I going to ask you to. I wont even make you choose between the Jedi and Mandalorians.”

“Y-you won’t?”

“Dear me no. Tell me Obi-Wan, do your friends in the creche know their parents and cultures?”

“Some of them?”

“As Jedi, we don’t ask you to give up your culture to be one of us. We even encourage Knights, where it is safe to do so, to go visit their home worlds.”

“You do? I’ve not heard that before.”

“Its optional, and by the sounds of it, something which needs to be talked about more in class.”

“But, but what does that mean for me?”

“Well, if, hypothetically, you were to be adopted by the Mand’alor, it would change nothing other then the fact he would be your family as well as the Jedi. As a Jedi, we are taught to put duty before ourselves and our family. As Mand’alor, or any leader, they also have to do the same. I have no worry that Jaster will respect your decision to remain with the Jedi.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but leap forwards and hug his master, “Thank you master. So, so you wouldn’t be mad if I called Jaster Buir?”

“No, I couldn’t be mad at all.”

“For the record,” Both Obi-Wan and his master jumped at the sound of Master Dookus voice, “I too would not be angry if that’s what you decide.”

“Yan! Don’t creep up on us like that!”

“That was not my intentions. I merely thought I’d drop by before our Obi-Wan goes out for the day.”

“Jaster should be along soon, Master Katlow said he’d find a knight to bring him along once the others were settled in the creche.”

A knock on the door showed the arrival of said Mandalorian.

Obi-Wan was excited to go out with Jaster, if a bit nervous due to his last adventure outside temple. Master Si though, seemed to be even more worried.

“Be good for Jaster ok? Have you got your comm? Is it charged? Make sure you don’t leave Jasters side, ok?”

“Si dear, Obi-Wan will be fine.”

“I know,” his master muttered.

“But just in case, I’ve had this made for you” Master Dooku said, holding out an elegant looking bracelet.

“Thank you?” Obi-Wan said slightly confused, he wasn’t sure why a bracelet was meant to make both masters feel better about him leaving the temple.

“It has a tracking device imbedded in it; I’d rather know where you are if you get lost again.”

“It wasn’t my fault last time, the force made me do it.” Obi-Wan pouted, but happily put the bracelet on.

There was a polite cough form Jaster, “If you wouldn’t mind Master Dooku, would I also be able to add that to my comm? In case of emergencies.”

Obi-Wan felt like he should be insulted, it wasn’t like he wanted to lost last time. a few moments later, and several goodbyes from his master and Obi-Wan was finally leaving the temple with Jaster.

Coruscant was very different in the day, or it might have been the different levels, it definitely didn’t seem as dark and scary.

“Where are we going?” Obi-Wan asked as they walked down one of the streets after a brief shuttle ride away from the temple.

“I have a new place I’d like to try for lunch. I’m sure you’ll like it. I was hoping to bring you down to Little Keldabe after, we need to get you to an armourer, get you fitted for your first armour.”

“I’m getting armour?”

“Of course Ob’ika.”

“I- I don’t have any credits for it though.”

“Not a problem, I was also hoping, and its ok if you don’t want to, that we could have lunch with Jango?”

“Jango’s here?”

“Yes, and you would not believe the difficulties I had convincing him not to come to the temple. He’d be even more of a nuisance then Silas.”

“He wants to meet me?” Obi-Wan asked nervously,

“Since I first mentioned you, he’s been rather irritated that I haven’t introduced you yet.”

“W-what if he doesn’t like me?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Ob’ika, he’ll love you.”

“O-ok then, I want to meet him too!”

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how ask Jaster if he could call him buir, add to the fact he already had Jango too, it made Obi-Wan even more nervous. He didn’t want Jango to think he was trying to steal his place. Maybe he should wait until after he met Jango, then he’d bring it up.

The decision to bring it up was taken away when the pair turned a corner, not too far away was another Mandalorian. Sliver and blue armour familiar from his old vision. Jaster raised an arm in greeting.

“Buir!” the other Mandalorian called.

“Su’cuy!” even with his helmet Obi-Wan could tell how happy Jaster was to see his son. “Jango, I’d like you to meet Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan this idiot is my son, Jango.”

“S-Su cuy’gar Jango, it’s very nice to meet you.” Obi-Wan said, trying to stand up straighter, he wanted Jango to like him!

There was a moment where Jango didn’t say anything, Obi-Wan shifting nervously on his feet.

“Buir was right, you’re adorable!”

“I am not!”

“Are too.”

“Not.

“Are”

“Kids!” Jaster called, Obi-Wan jumping and blushing, oops, he hadn’t meant to get into an argument already! What must Jaster think of him?! And Jango probably hated him now. “How about we have this conversation over food?”

“I’m so hungry I could eat a bantha. Hey vod’ika has buir told you where were eating yet? He wouldn’t let me know.”

“N-no, not yet.” He wasn’t sure what vod’ika meant, it sounded a bit similar to what Silas had told him to call Jango. After this morning attempt of new words, he definitely wasn’t going to try any new words until he knew exactly what they were.

“Come on buir, give us a clue!” Jango whined, swinging an arm over Obi-Wans shoulders, it wasn’t the behaviour of someone who didn’t like him. Maybe Jango did like him!

“Please?” Obi-Wan asked, trying to give his most pleading look.

Jaster glanced over to them and whispered something under his breath before quickly turning away.

“You won’t get me with your tooka eyes this time, now come on. The quicker we get there the sooner you get to find out where we’re going!”

Chapter Text

Jango didn’t remove his arm from Obi-Wans shoulder for the whole walk to their destination. Jaster was walking on his other side, and even through the force dampening beskar he could feel how pleased the Mand’alor was when he looked over at the two of them together. Obi-Wan couldn’t help the grin as he walked along, he had finally got to meet Jango.

He only half paid attention to their conversation, too interested in looking around the street they were walking down trying to spot wherever they were headed. The area they were walking through wasn’t as nice as where the senate was. But it was a lot nicer than the lower levels where he had met Dex and Jaster last time. Jaster eventually stopped just outside of a small single-story building, Obi-Wan thought it looked a bit run down.

“This is where we’re eating?” Jango asked, sound just as doubtful as Obi-Wan felt about the place.

“It’s better on the inside. Well, not much, but the food is good. Plus, a friend of mine runs it.”

“Don’t worry vod’ika, I have emergency snacks if this place is terrible.” Jango whispered to him as both of them followed Jaster inside.

The inside did look marginally better. It even looked like a lot of the tables and chairs were fairly new. It was very quiet for a lunch time or at least Obi-Wan thought so, he’d only ever eaten at the temple before so he probably wasn’t the best judge

“Be with you in a moment.” Came a deep voice from behind the kitchen hatch. A voice Obi-Wan remembered.

“DEX!” he couldn’t help but call happily. There was a clatter and a half yell of pain before the face of Dex appeared through the hatch.

“Squirt!” Dex quickly moved around to the front of the restaurant, almost knocking Jaster over as he ignored the man in favour of greeting Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan felt Jangos hand on his shoulder tighten momentarily, before Obi-Wan knew it he was swept up into a hug. He tried to return it, but it was a bit hard when Dex was so much bigger than him.

“He needs to breath Dex.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry squirt.” Dex put him down, and Jango was quick to pull him back to his side.

“You opened the restaurant!”

“Sure did, Mereel here help hook me up with the place. I’ll grab you all menus, take a seat.”

Obi-Wan found him boxed in next to Jango, Jaster taking the seat opposite them. Obi-Wan tried not to be obvious as he glanced at Jango as he took off his helmet. “So, who is that?” Jango whispered at his father.

“Dex Jettster, kept meaning to introduce you. Never got round to it. He’s retired now, but still deals with information, at the right price.”

“That’s Jettster?”

“Sure am. And you must be Jango, Mereels told me a lot about you Fett.” Dex said as he put down several menus for them. Sliding the biggest milkshake Obi-Wan had ever seen in front of him. It must have been the size of his head!

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.” Jango muttered, throwing a concerned look at Jaster.

“Don’t worry Fett, it was only a few embarrassing stories. And holos.” Dex grinned as Jango turned to glare at Jaster.

“Really Buir?”

“It’s a Buir’s right to tell embarrassing stories Jan’ika.”

“Ob’ika, you would never be this mean to me, right?” Jango pouted and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but giggle.

The milkshake was amazing! he did end up sharing it with Jango as they waiting for their food to cook, he would have never been able to finish it otherwise.

The food Dex cooked them was some of the best Obi-Wan had ever had, Jango even let him try some of his nuna legs! He did give Jango some of his nerf burger in return. Jaster was giving off pleased and content feeling in the force through the whole meal.

Pleasantly full Obi-Wan was happy to follow after Jaster and Jango further into coruscant. They went so far away from the temple that they had to take two shuttle rides to get there! When they eventually pulled to a stop Obi-Wan glanced around, there were a lot of people walking around with Mandalorian style armour. They must be in Little Keldabe!

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but gaze around, even they architecture of the buildings seemed different to where the temple was located!

“Come on vod’ika. Stick close.” Jango brought him out of his daze, both Jango and Jaster watching him.

“C-coming.” Obi-Wan jogged to catch up. Despite the fact he had told his Master that he wasn’t going to get lost Obi-Wan tried to discreetly grab hold of the back of Jasters armour. Not actually wanting to get lost. Jaster seemed to notice, Obi-Wan half pulled his hand back, until Jaster held out his own. Obi-Wan grabbed hold, glancing to Jango in hopes that he hadn’t noticed Obi-Wan needing to hold onto Jasters hand to feel safe. He didn’t seem to have noticed, thank goodness, or at least he didn’t say anything if he had.

“So, where are we going?” Jango said.

“We’re going to see Goran Vesk. Ob’ika needs his first parts of his armour.”

Jango looked to be about to say something when someone came up to speak to him. Obi-Wan soon found this was not an uncommon occurrence. He tried to remember everyone’s names and faces who were introduced, or at least their armour patterns if they were wearing armour, but after the fifth person Obi-Wan started to lose track. He always said hello in his best Mando’a though!

Eventually they managed to escape from everyone trying to talk to them, Obi-Wan did find it a bit strange that all of the people who spoke to them almost immediately focused on Obi-Wan after greeting Jaster, but then again, he was a strange child walking around with the Mand’alor it was probably a highly unusual thing to see.

The forge seemed to be in the centre of Little Keldabe, or at least that’s what it felt like to Obi-Wan as they walked through the streets. Obi-Wan trying to listen into Mand’a conversations to learn how people spoke.

The forge was a large circular building, it didn’t seem much from the outside. But despite that, he could feel how important and loved this building was so much so that the building itself almost seemed to have a presence in the force.

Trying not to stare too much Obi-Wan followed both Jaster and Jango into the forge. There wasn’t anyone manning the counter, but Obi-Wan could see though the open double doors into the centre of the building, a fully kitted out mandalorian working at hammering a piece of metal into shape. He could already feel the heat of the forge from here, he couldn’t imagine how the armourer was able to work in the heat!

Jaster didn’t seem inclined to interrupt, in fact he seemed pretty content to wait until the armour was finished with whatever they were working on. Jango was more impatient, looking around the displaced items.

“Hey vod’ika,” Jango called, Obi-Wan making his way over to see what Jango was looking at. “Have you used throwing knives before?”

“No, I’ve only used a training saber before.”

“Do you want one? I’ll get you one?”

“No weapons until he knows how to use them Jan’ika. You know the rules.” Jaster interrupted.

Jango sighed. “Yes Buir. Can I teach him how to use them then?”

“Maybe.”

“Please Buir?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Obi-Wan glanced between them, it would be pretty awesome if Jango taught him to throw knives! Obi-Wan grabbed Jangos hand, trying to give Jaster the most pleading look he could.

“Please Jaster?”

Jaster held out for a couple of second before sighing. “Alright fine. But I’m supervising you both during training understand?”

“Yes! Thank you Buir! So Ob’ika which knives do you want?”

“Still no weapons until he’s trained Jango.”

“Awww”

Luckily they were interrupted by the Mandalorian working in the forge before Jango could start begging his Buir more.

“Mand’alor Mereel, to what do we owe the pleasure? You haven’t managed to damage your armour already, have you?”

“Ah, no. We’re not here for me, or Jango this time. Goran Vesk, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Su cuy'gar Goran Vesk. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Obi-Wan said.

The armour gave him a good look over. “Su cuy'gar Kenobi. Come.” They said, before walking away.

Obi-Wan glanced over to Jaster, who nodded at him to follow, Jaster taking up the rear and leaving Jango by the counter. Goran Vesk led the pair to a smaller room, filled with pieces various pieces of armour in different sizes.

“You have not worn armour before.” The Goran said. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he should answer, it didn’t sound like a question, before he could decided to answer Goran Vesk continued.

“Stand on the circle.”

Obi-Wan hopped up to the raised circle in the middle of the room. Jaster watching from the doorway.

“You are young. We will start with training armour. Have you chosen your fighting style?”

“I, I don’t think so?” He was still learning all the forms, he might favour some but he wasn’t sold on them yet.

“Hmmm,” the Goran circled him a couple of times before turning their attention to the wall.

“Has our ‘alor explained how this process works?”

“No?”

“Good, we prefer to do it ourselves anyway.” The Goran selected what looked to be arm guards, like Jaster and Jango’s but smaller.

“We always start with parts of armour. Never a full set. Get you used to vambrasses and may be shin guards or shoulder guards. Once we have found the style of these that you like, and they have grown to be a second skin. We add more. If they are not right, we change them until they are. Do you understand?”

“Yes?” Obi-Wan was pretty sure he understood, he might ask Jaster a few questions later though.

“You have the force.”

“Yes, i-is that bad?” It was difficult to read the Armour, beskar hiding their feelings in the force and their monotone way of speaking making it almost impossible.

“Hmm, I’ll have to work on a new base for your future armour. The force and beskar do not mix well.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a pain.”

The Goran fixed him with a steady look. “I am looking forward to the challenge. I have not outfitted one so strong with force before.”

Obi-Wan thought he could hear a bit of excitement in their voice as they said this, so maybe it was a good thing.

“Try these on. ‘Alor will help you fit them while I look for shoulder pads.”

Jaster took his time to show him just how to put on the vambraces making sure they fit well without chaffing, tugging and twisting them to make sure they weren’t too loose either.

“They’re heavy.” Obi-Wan mumbled.

“Be glad they’re not beskar. It’s even heavier. Everyone’s first set of armour is a lighter material. We build up to a full set of beskar, or whatever yours might end up being.” Jaster explained.

“‘Alor is correct. Now put these on.”

Vambraces and greaves on, the Goran walked around Obi-Wan several times before nodding.

“Move around. Practice some of your katas.”

Obi-Wan did. Arms getting sore quickly with the added weight of the armour and tripping over once or twice before he got used to the extra weight on his legs. The pieces of armour didn’t rub incorrectly or get in the way of any of his movements though.

“Good.” The armour nodded, before leaving the room. Obi-Wan glanced at Jaster, we’re they done? Was he meant to follow?

Jango was looking almost too pleased with himself when they returned to him. Obi-Wan knew that look. It was a look Quin often got when he was up to no good.

“Looking good Vod’ika!” He called, “You’ll get a full set in no time.”

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan said

“Jango.” Jaster said suspiciously.

“Yes Buir?”

“You didn’t get any throwing knives for Ob’ika while we were gone, did you?”

“You said I couldn’t until he was trained with them. So, no.”

“Good, so why do I feel like you’re up to something.”

“Buir! You wound me!”

Jaster shuck his head, turning back to Goran Vesk,

“Thank you for your time Goran. I appreciate you fitting us in.”

“Vor entye Goran Vesk.” Obi-Wan said,

“It’s always an honour fitting the Mand’alors aliit. He is much better behaved then your other one.” The Goran gave a pointed look at Jango.

“Hey!” Came Jango’s protest.

Leaving the Forge Obi-Wan felt a bit clunky, still getting used to the new armour. But neither Jaster or Jango seemed to mind his slightly slower pace or the odd stumble. Especially when they walked through what seemed to be an open-air market. Jango getting side tracked at several stalls as they walked through. Jaster noticing one with some interesting looking flimsy and quickly getting distracted.

“J-Jango?” Obi-Wan said, making sure Jaster was out of ear shot.

“What’s up vod’ika?”

“What’s that mean?” Obi-Wan asked, finally remembering to ask.

“What? Vod’ika? Well, vod is brother, and ika is a bit like little. So little brother.”

“Oh, and you don’t mind calling me that?”

“Course not!”

“Jaster said he would be ok with me calling him Buir. But I wasn’t sure, coz of be being a Jedi and all and I didn’t want you to not like me. And Master Si said it was ok. So, I was sort of wondering if maybe you wouldn’t mind if I called him that either?” Obi-Wan felt himself fiddling with the bottom of his tunic, he couldn’t look Jango in the eye, or rather helmet when he said it.

“Ob’ika,” Jango knelt in front of him. “I’d love it if I could be your brother. I’ve always wanted a little brother. And Buir adores you, and you saved his life. Not to mention, you’re adorable!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Not.”

“Alright alight,” Jango peered around Obi-Wan, seeming to be on look out before turning his attention back. “Here,” He handed Obi-Wan a small knife.

“Jaster said I’m not allowed,” Obi-Wan said, even as he half reached for the knife.

“Buir said I couldn’t get you throwing knives. This is a dagger. You don’t throw it. Here I’ll show you how to hide it.”

Jango strapped the dagger in its sheath to the inside of Obi-Wans calf. It tucked just behind his greave, with easy access if he ever needed it.

“There, I’m not about to let my vod’ika run around unarmed now am I, Buir told me how you met him. Now promise not to go using it until I’ve shown you? Unless it’s an emergency.”

“Yes, I promise, t-thank you Ori’Vod.”

Jango froze for a split second before enveloping Obi-Wan in a hug. “You really are too cute. Come come on, let’s go try and extract Buir from that flimsi stall. Before he spends all his credits.”

It took a fair bit of convincing to drag Jaster away from the stall, but eventually the pair managed it and he’d only bought a couple of flimsi’s.

“Is there anything else you wanted to look at Ob’ika?”

“Me? Oh, no I’m ok thank you.” Obi-Wan brought his gaze back to Jaster rather than at the tea and uj’alayi at a nearby stall.

“You can get some to bring back with you if you’d like?”

“N-no it’s ok, I don’t have any credits, you’ve already spent too much on me.”

Jaster huffed, “I told you Ob’ika, it’s not a problem. Come on, it’s my treat.”

Obi-Wan soon found himself weighed down with different types of shig and uj’alayi with a promise to Jaster that he’d let him know which were his favourites out of them.

“We should probably get you back to the temple.” Jaster muttered, checking the time.

“Aww do we have to give him back Buir?” Jango whined, pulling Obi-Wan to his side.

“Unfortunately, but it’s not going to be forever.”

“Yeah, you need to show me how to use those throwing knives!” Obi-Wan said, he’d had fun today and didn’t want to leave Jango just yet.

“I guess that’s ok,”

Jango left them at the shuttle stop, he was staying with someone called Myles in Little Keldabe. He did promise to introduced Obi-Wan to him next time though. Obi-Wan couldn’t help yawning on the shuttle back to the temple. It had been a long day! It was on the second shuttle where Obi-Wan started feeling a bit nervous, like someone was watching him. He tried to look around to see who it was, he didn’t see anyone watching them.

“You ok Ob’ika?” Jaster asked,

“Y-yeah.”

It was probably someone just curious about the Mandalorian walking around with a half armoured kid. He tired to ignore the feeling of his hair standing on end. The force seemed nervous, but not like he was in danger at the moment, so hopefully it wasn’t anything too bad.

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Jaster staying at the temple was both even better then Obi-Wan had thought it would be and simultaneously worse.

He was learning so much more about Mandalore, having lessons with both Jaster and the other Mandalorian’s currently staying in the temple. Obi-wan had shown Jaster around the archives, and the pair spent most of their free time there.

Jango had even kept his promise and started teaching Obi-Wan how to throw knives! Under Jaster supervision of course. They had even manged to fit in a short lesson on how to use the dagger Jango had gifted him while Jaster got called away.

The rest of the initiates and younglings also loved their new caretakers. Thankfully Silas had only stayed in the temple the first day, going back to Little Keldabe to deal with running Mandalore, much to his annoyance by the sound of it. He complained several times that it wasn’t his job and it wasn’t fair that Jaster, the actual Mand’alor was escaping his duties for the next couple of weeks. It was Maiva who once again had to hit some sense into Jasters second of command which got him to finally stop grumbling, reminding him that it had been Silas idea that Jaster needed a break in the first place.

What wasn’t so fun was the how tired he was from all the extra training! It had taken him a couple of days to get used to waring his armour, he couldn’t image going from never wearing any to a full set at once. It definitely made all his saber forms more difficult to start with. But the extra strength training and hand to hand combat with both Jaster and Jango helped a lot. He was just so sore and achy at the end of every day.

Today though, was going to be great! It had been officially announced a few days ago that a group of them would be going to Ilum, and today was the day. The ship was due to part a couple of hours after first meal and Obi-Wan couldn’t wait.

He didn’t know most the initiates going with them, Obi-Wan was being allowed to go with a group of older initiates seen as he had been chosen as a Padawan earlier than normal. That meant both Garen and Bant weren’t going. Quinlan on the other hand, was.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he was excited or dreading being stuck on a transport ship for a couple of days with him. He was a good friend, best friend probably, not that he would ever admit that out loud especially when the kiffar might be able to hear him. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get on Obi-Wans nerves sometimes.

Master Si had greeted him this morning with a cooked breakfast and they even managed to fit in a quick mediation session before heading to the hanger to meet with Master Katlow and Jaster, who was looking like all his dreams had come true at being able to visit the temple on Ilum. There were two other Knights coming along, responsible for flying them all there and keeping an eye on the initiates if need. Obi-Wan hoped they’d be better than the last knight who had taken them to the senate.

“Obi!” Quin shouted, practically leaping into Obi-Wan in greeting. “What time do you call this?! Everyone’s been here for ages!”

Obi-Wan glanced at his comm for the time. He wasn’t late, he was on time! “I’m not late just because I didn’t get here ridiculously early.”

“Same thing right?”

“Sure Quin, sure.”

Master Si seemed amused by their interactions, but was quick to push them back to the group as Master Katlow did the final head count, introductions and rules for the trip.

Hopefully it would go better than his last field trip. The force seemed pretty neutral, not worried or other excited, which was probably a really good sign.

The rules Master Katlow gave them were pretty simple too. The main two being to listen to anything the Master or Knights told them and don’t enter the cockpit without express permission from an adult. They would be staying on the ship for the whole time, Ilum wasn’t inhabitable and they hadn’t planned any stops on the way or way back.

With a last goodbye to a slightly worried Master Si, Obi-Wan embarked on the ship, heading straight to Jaster.

“Su’cuy Jaster!”

“Ob’ika, Su’cuy. And you must be initiate Vos, Ob’ika has told me a lot about you.”

Quinlan, in his normal over confident way, grinned. “That’s me!”

“It seems like we’ve all been assigned bunks, two adiika to an adult in each. I hope you don’t mind I requested if we could share Ob’ika?”

Obi-Wan grinned, “Of course not! Did you read the flimsi about the Ilum temple Master Nu let you borrow?”

“I’ve started it, I’m hoping to finish it on the way. I don’t suppose either of you know what normally happens on the flight across? Master Katlow thinks it’s going to take a full day to arrive.”

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Obi-Wan glanced to Quin, he was older, he might know someone who’s already been to Ilum and told him about it.

Quinlan shrugged. “No one really talks about the trip there? Just the trip back, we’ll get to meditate with our crystals then.”

“Hmm, let’s go find out bunks and then Master Katlow, I’m sure he’ll have something planned.”

The crèchemaster did indeed have something planned. All the initiates, and surprisingly one of the knights who had apparently lost his lightsaber on his last mission were expected to meditate on what was to come. The caves of Ilum were said to be tricky, not everyone who went in came out. They were also well known for testing anyone going to search for the crystal, although how they would be tested the master couldn’t say.

Of course, with the masters with them there was a backup in case something did go wrong the likelihood of anything bad happening was extremely slim. It didn’t make Obi-swan feel that much better though. What if he couldn’t find his crystal? The doors of the temple froze shut at night, what if he couldn’t get out in time? He didn’t want to get trapped inside and then freeze to death!

The force seemed to wrap around him in a comforting way, Obi-Wan relaxed. The force was with him, nothing could go wrong if he just trusted it, that’s that all the Masters said to do. The force bubbled in happiness as he thought that, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but grin back.

Master Katlow eventually called them all back from their meditation, letting them all disperse around the ship before dinner.

Obi-Wan quickly found himself sat next to Jaster, fiddling with the end of his sleeve.

“Nervous Ob’ika?” Jaster asked, offering a cup of now lukewarm shig.

“N-No” He didn’t want to seem weak in front of Jaster.

“You know its ok to be scared adiika. I still get nervous before some missions.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was terrified on my first mission, I was so nervous I couldn’t stop pacing, I almost pulled out of it several times, worried I might mess it up or if I wasn’t ready. My Buir had to sit me down, make me a cup of shig and talk me down.”

“B-but you did it and everything turned out ok?”

“Mostly, the mission ended up going sideways,” Obi-Wan swallowed nervously, “But even then, I still finished it. it probably helped more than if it had gone perfectly. I knew then that I was able to deal with problems which may arise and still finish the mission. And that my Buir was there if I needed him.”

“I- I’m worried I might not find my crystal.” Obi-Wan finally admitted, “What if I go there an none of the crystals want me, then I won’t be a Jedi and, and I don’t know what will happen to me.”

“Ob’ika, that’s not going to happen. You’ll find your crystal. And if you don’t, I’m sure you can try again on another occasion. Even if you never find a crystal or make a saber, you still have a place with me remember?”

Obi-Wan leaded into Jaster, who pulled him close. “Plus,” Jaster whispered, “I really don’t think Si or Yan will let you go anytime soon, do you?”

Obi-Wan gave a weak chuckle, “N-no, I’m not sure they would. Thank you Jaster.”

“No problem Ob’ika, now come on, best get some sleep before we get to Ilum tomorrow.”

Obi-Wan woke, there was a weak pull in the force, that wasn’t normal. He sat bolt upright, Quinlan who was bunking with him jerked in surprise at the sudden movement, tumbling off the bed. Jaster was up in moments, blaster drawn and looking around for whatever threat had caused Obi-Wan to jump.

There were a few moments of silence before Quinlan groaned from the floor.

“Quin? Are you ok?”

Quinlan pushed himself up, detangling himself from the blanket. “I think so, what happened?”

Jaster finished checking the door, before pulling out a small med kit to check over Quinlans head.

“What happened?”

“Obi-Wan sat up like someone electrocuted him! It made me jump and fall out the bed.” Quinlan said, throwing a sleepy glare at Obi-Wan who shuffled guiltily.

“I didn’t mean to! It was the force? I think?”

“You think?” Jaster asked, sitting Quinlan back on his bunk. “Do you need me to get Master Katlow?”

“I don’t think so? Maybe? Sometimes the force does this weird tug thing for me, like when I met you.” Obi-Wan tried to explain, although now he was focusing on it. It didn’t feel exactly like that.

When the force wanted him to go somewhere it almost felt like a child tugging on him, this felt like a sting pulling him somewhere. He attempted to explain it to both Jaster and Quin.

“Pretty sure they’re the same thing Obes.”

“They’re not! Just similar? You can’t feel anything?”

“Nope, I’m normal and don’t get weird shoves from the force to do its bidding.”

“It’s not like that Quin.” Obi-Wan glared half-heartedly, it did sort of feel like that sometimes, but only good things had happened so far! Mostly.

Jaster, who had been calmly listening to their exchange sighed, “I’m going to get Master Katlow, this force stuff goes way over my head.”

Once the Mand’alor left Obi-Wan glanced nervously to Quin, “You don’t think I’ll be in trouble for this right?”

“What for making me fall out of bed and bashing my brains in?” Quinlan teased

“Seriously Quin! Also, sorry, I didn’t mean to. You ok?”

The kiffar gave a grin. “I’m all good. It’s the force doing all this stuff, so they can’t tell you off for it. I think?”

“I hope so.”

The door slid open, both Master Katlow and Jaster re-entering the room. It was a pretty tight fit with four of them, especially as one was a seven-foot tall wookie who was now knelt before the pair of them. Jaster hovering worriedly behind.

“Quinlan, are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so Master, Mand’alor Mereel checked me over.”

“Good. Now Obi-Wan are you ok? What happened?”

“E-erm, well. I can feel this weird pulling thing in the force, it’s a bit like when I met Jaster before but its not that its different.”

Master Katlow gave a low rumble as he thought, “Can you still feel it?”

Obi-Wan shifted nervously before nodding, “Yes, it’s not strong but it’s still there.”

“Do you mind if I have a look with the force little one?”

“Of course not Master.”

Master Katlow shut his eyes and Obi-Wan felt his force presence wash over him, gently pushing and questioning the force around Obi-Wan before retreating.

“Ah, I see. There is nothing wrong little one.”

“There isn’t? What is it then?”

“Your crystal is calling to you.”

“What? But we’re not even on Ilum yet!” Quinlan half yelled.

“Mmm, most feel it once we break atmosphere, some only once they enter the temple. It’s rare but not unheard of for someone to hear or feel the pull before we reach the planet. Do not worry young ones, nothing is wrong. We have a few more hours before we reach Ilum, try to get some more sleep. You’ll need it tomorrow.” With the final, slightly worrying warning Master Katlow left.

“This is so cool!” Quinlan said. “When do you think I’ll be able to sense my crystal? Hopefully once we get to the planet.”

Obi-Wan was about to answer when Jaster interrupted. “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, but Master Katlow is right, you both need some more rest before tomorrow.”

Quinlan grumbled but did as he was told, the snoring showing he fell to sleep easily. It was harder for Obi-Wan to fall back to sleep, too excited about finding his crystal.

The next time Obi-Wan woke it was much calmer, no panicked yelling or Quinlan’s falling off of bunks. The pull of his crystal was stronger now, they must be getting close to the planet!

Emerging for breakfast he found most the other initiates were already up, all gathered around the cockpit. “Hey Obes! Come look! I can feel my crystal!”

Obi-Wan jogged over, squeezing past another initiate to peak over the consol. Obi-Wan gasped, Ilum was right before them. Whole planet various shades of white and blue from this distance. No wonder the pull was getting stronger, they were so close!

“We’re about to break atmo, you squirts need to go get seated and strapped down,” One of the knights said, before shooing them all out the cockpit so they could prepare for landing.

Coming out of atmo was a lot bumpier than Obi-Wan expected, he ended up shutting his eyes and clinging onto the strap keeping him in the chair feeling vaguely sick. He decided he wasn’t very keen on flying if this is what it felt like.

After what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, the ship gently touched down. Engines winding down before shutting off. All the initiates turned to Master Katlow, there was an excited but tense feeling coming off everyone.

“We’re here.”

The first thing Obi-Wan noticed was the cold. Even with the extra thermal layers and coats he had on he still shivered at the biting wind. It wasn’t a long walk from the ship to the temple, but with the wind it was tiring, having to lean heavily against the wind to keep on course. A couple of times Jaster had to grab his shoulder to keep him from being blown over completely. After the third time it happened Jaster tugged him close to his side, acting as a living buffer from the wind.

The other initiates, being a bit older and taller than Obi-Wan didn’t seem to be quite as affected by the constant wind. Although everyone seemed relieved in once they had entered the protection of the temple.

Master Katlow gathered them in what appeared to be an entrance hall, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but gaze around in awe at the statues and the huge crystal hanging from the centre of the room. The crystal must have been taller than even Master Katlow! It was currently refracting the light from outside onto the doorway into the caves, making the whole place light up and shine.

With a final ok from the crèchemaster the initiates were let into the caves.

Obi-Wan gave a final glance at Jaster, “Go on Ob’ika,” he tilted his head which Obi-Wan recognised as a way of smiling while wearing a helmet. Obi-Wan gave a nervous smile back before taking his first steps into the caves.

The caves were quiet. He couldn’t even hear the wind, which was strange. It seemed like everything had just stopped, Obi-Wan was almost afraid to breathe in case it disturbed the quiet balance of the caves.

The cave at his point were more like a cavern, ice stalactites and stalagmites reaching for each other in the huge space. From where he stood he could see at least a dozen paths leading away from the carven he was currently in.

He couldn’t see any of the other initiates, which was strange, he had only been a few moments behind them in a cavern this size he should have still been able to see them even if they had taken off at a run.

The pull was stronger now. Giving a final glance round the huge cavern Obi-Wan headed off to where the pull was leading him. He tried to remember the way he was going, wanting to be able to retrace his steps and not wanting to get lost once he found his crystal.

Several twists and turns later and it was getting harder to remember the way back, but the pull of his crystal was getting stronger, drawing him deeper into the caves. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he entered the caves but he was starting to worry, what if he didn’t find his crystal in time?

Shimming through a narrow hole in one of the walls Obi-Wan found himself stood on a small ledge, a huge cavernous hole inches from where he stood. The pull of his crystal was at the other side of the cavern. He felt so close that he could almost see the glow of it.

There was a narrow walk way, making a dangerous looking bridge over the carven blow. Obi-Wan glanced down, he couldn’t see anything below. The bridge seemed to be made out of ice, it looked slippery, narrow and seemed to only be a few inches thick at the thinnest point in the middle. Obi-Wan was sure that he wouldn’t be able to cross without falling to his doom.

He took half a step back, wanting to be a bit further from the edge of the narrow ledge. His crystal gave a stronger pull.

He was torn. He knew his crystal was at the other side of the bridge, but he really didn’t want to cross the bridge surely, he’d fall.

One thing Master Katlow had warned them all about was how the caves were like a maze, twisting and turning, and with so many levels even the Jedi weren’t sure how deep they went. Meaning that even if they followed the pull of their crystal, it might not help them find it. Obi-Wan really hoped that this wasn’t what was happening to him.

He wrung his hands together nervously, not sure what to do. He really didn’t want to go back without his crystal, especially after getting so close to it. But should he really cross the bridge? Or try and find another way round?

The pull strengthened.

There was nothing for it. He would have to cross.

Taking a deep breath Obi-Wan stepped forwards, slowly stepping onto the ice bridge. When nothing happened, he took another step. Slowly he gained confidence. There wasn’t even the sound of cracking ice. Maybe he could do this!

Taking his time, he finally reached the middle. Very slowly he made his way across the narrowest part of the bridge. “Please don’t let me fall here” He quietly pleaded with the force.

It seemed the force was on his side. The worst was over, he had made it over the middle. Now he just had to not fall for the second half. Then somehow find his way all the way back to the entrance.

Several steps later the was a sound of cracking ice. Almost deafening as it echoed around the carven.

Obi-Wan froze. Beneath his feet there was a large crack in the ice.

Did he take it slowly and try to avoid making more breaks? Or rush and hope to make it.

He glanced up, he was still at least ten feet from the other side, he might just be able make it if he rushed, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to reach the ledge from this distant though. Taking it slowly was probably safer.

He shuffled his feet forward, freezing again as another crack appeared. Quickly followed by a third, he wouldn’t make it if he took it slowly.

Fighting down the terror he bolted forwards, ice cracking and falling under his feet. He could feel the force pushing him on, he leapt the last few feet. Reaching out to catch the ledge, he missed. Finger tips barely brushing the ledge as he fell.

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Obi-Wan fell. The dark quickly enveloping him as he tumbled along with bits of ice. He wasn’t sure if he was screaming or not. This wasn’t how he thought getting his kyber crystal would go.

He stumbled, gasping as he stood up and looked around. He had been falling, he should be dead! The world around him was dark, and seemed hazy, out of focus. Very much like the visions he used to get. Obi-Wan swallowed nervously, this wasn’t good. Was he getting a vision right before he died? Would he die while in the vision?!

He took a few steps forward, the footsteps echoing loudly. The world around him shifted.

There was a cackle, a dark feeling in the force at the sound, thick and hideous. Glowing yellow eyes appeared, clocked by a thick dark robe Obi-Wan was unsure of who it could be. But he was sure it wasn’t good.

“Bring me the child. He has caused enough problems. He will pay.” The man’s voice crocked,

“Yes Master.”

Obi-Wan jumped at the second voice, turning to see a knelt figure. Dark hair cascading around their bowed head. Obi-Wan watched closely, trying to figure out just who it was, the vision disappeared before he could see anything.

“That wasn’t very helpful.” Obi-Wan said to the void around him.

The void did not answer.

Obi-Wan huffed, weird visions were better than death he guessed. He took another few steps, once again his view was blurred into another scene.

Obi-Wan frowned, “Jango?”

It had to be Jango, or at least someone wearing his armour. He was limping, looking like he was trying to get away from something or someone.

Obi-Wan looked around frantically, trying to find out just what his brother was running from. He seemed to be in some sort of corridor, maybe a ship by the looks of it.

Jango ducked behind some crates, panting heavily while he put pressure on whatever injury was on his leg.

From the shadows behind Jango Obi-Wan saw a red lightsaber ignite. He tried to warn Jango. Screaming at him to turn around. Jango couldn’t hear him though. The cloaked figure with the same long black hair from before, lightsaber raised ready to strike Jango down.

The vision faded before Obi-Wan could see anything else.

“No! no, I need to see more, where was he? When is it going to happen? Please!” Obi-Wan screamed into the void around him. Hoping the force would answer.

The force answered, but not how he wanted. A feeling of patience and waiting was sent to him. Obi-Wan huffed and crossed his arms.

“It’s not like I can do much anyway, if you don’t remember, I was busy falling to my death before you so rudely interrupted.”

The force sent him an amused feeling, almost like giggling.

“I’m glad my imminent demise is amusing you, but its rather inconvenient for me!”

The force curled around him, pleased in the way only a tooka can be once it caught a mouse. Obi-Wan had a few moments to relax in the feeling before it changed to an urgent push, he could almost hear the force saying ‘go, go, go’.

So, with not many other options available at the moment, Obi-Wan went.

Obi-Wan gasped, choking and spluttering as he found himself coming to submerged in water. Breaking the surface, he coughed up what felt like gallons of water before looking around. He was in some sort of lake, looking up he could just make out the hole he had fallen from, he couldn’t see the bridge.

Shivering in the freezing water Obi-Wan tried not to panic, how was he meant to find his crystal now! The familiar tug of the crystal came again, Obi-Wan felt a twinge of sadness, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get back up from where he fell. That was until the tug came again. But not from above him, treading water he looked at where the feeling was coming from.

There was a small island in the middle of the lake. A large ice shard sticking out of the island. He knew once he saw it his crystal would be there.

Excited, and trying to keep warm by moving, Obi-Wan started swimming. It seemed the force was just as excited as he was, practically singing along with his kyber crystal.

The island seemed to be a large rock which stuck up from the base of the lake, he wasn’t sure how deep it went, and didn’t particularly want to find out either. It was slippery with ice covering most of it, Obi-Wan stumbled a couple of times before coming to a stop before the ice shard.

He could see his crystal! It was buried under layers of ice, Obi-Wan glanced around, trying to find a loose rock, or anything, which would help him free his crystal. There wasn’t any which weren’t stuck to the ground with ice. Moments passed and Obi-Wan felt growing despair, he’d got this close and couldn’t get his crystal! How was he meant to return now, ‘yes I found my crystal, but I couldn’t get it so I left it there’ that was probably not going to go down well with anyone.

Stood shivering Obi-Wan froze, this was an emergency. A grin broke out on his face as he remembered the knife Jango gave him!

It took a couple of tries to get the knife out of its sheath, his fingers numb from the cold. It took more then a couple of attempts to get the crystal out. As carefully as he could he was chipping bits of ice away from his glowing crystal.

He hissed out loud a couple of times when he slipped and cut his hand, but it didn’t seem too bad so he kept going. It would probably be worse if he decided to have a break, he wasn’t sure he would find the energy to keep going if he stopped now.

A few minutes later he backed up from the shard of ice, carefully holding his kyber crystal. It felt warm in his palm. Like part of him had been missing and had finally been returned. It was incredible! He felt like he could spend ages just holding the crystal. That was until the force pulled at him, just hard enough for him to stumble, only just catching himself from falling over.

“Seriously? What now?” Obi-Wan muttered.

The pulling continued, getting more and more desperate as he didn’t move. A feeling of hurrying and home was sent to him from the force.

Oh, yeah, he needed to get back!

“But how? I fell for ages; I’ve got no idea how to get back!”

The force seemed to sigh in exasperation around him, before pulling him again. Obi-Wan glanced at where the force wanted him to go, just across the lake was a crack in the wall. Hopefully that was the way out!

“I really hope you know were you’re taking me.” Obi-Wan muttered, gripping his crystal tightly as he got back in the water. It didn’t seem quite as cold this time, by the time he had managed to swim across and exit the water he was shivering again.

Jogging to keep up with the constant pulling from the force.

“I’m hurrying!” Obi-Wan complained to the force, “It’s not like I can go much faster!”

He half shuffled, half jogged along the path the force was pulling him along, it was narrow the whole way, Obi-Wan having to wiggle sideways at some points to get through.

“This better be the way out.” Obi-Wan muttered, the force just pulled him again. “Yes yes I get it.” He said in response to the persistent pulls.

The force did seem to know where it was taking him, as the narrow path promptly opened up into a familiar large carven, the first one he had entered! He could even see the door way out.

“Thank you!” he half cheered at the force, who just gave another pull to Obi-Wan.

It was a bit of a clime down to the floor of the cavern, and with cold and numb fingers he ended up slipping the last few feet. Dragging himself back up through will power alone.

Was it just him or was it getting colder? He hadn’t been exploring too long before he fell off the bridge, but he had no idea how long he had been in the vision for. He hoped the doors hadn’t sealed shut!

The inner doors of the chamber were still open, and getting closer he could see Master Katlow kneeling in the snow, looking like he was mediating. Just behind him Jaster was pacing, judging from the deep groves in the snow beneath him the man had been at it a while.

There didn’t seem to be anyone else, had everyone else already returned? Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how he felt about being the slowest to get his crystal, but once again it was the forces fault not his!

There was a rumble from Master Katlow as he seemed to notice Obi-Wan approaching, Jaster looking up at the sound.

“Ob’ika!”

The Mandalorian ran over, slipping slightly on the ice as he knelt down to Obi-Wan, lifting him up and holding him tight. Obi-Wan was glad of the lift, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could walk. He was so cold.

“H-Hi”

“We were starting to worry; you’ve taken a long time little one.” Master Katlow said, Obi-Wan just nodded, too tired to speak now that he had Jaster to look after him. “Come, we must get you warm. We have hoth chocolate and blankets on the ship. Mand’alor, would you mind carrying Obi-Wan?”

“Of course not.” Jaster said, managing to take off his red cape and wrap it around Obi-Wan without putting him down. “Come on Ob’ika, let’s get you back.”

“I- I got m-my crystal.” Obi-Wan managed to say between chattering teeth. Opening up his hand to show Jaster.

“I’m very proud of you Ob’ika. But let’s keep you wrapped up for now, you must be freezing.”

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement. “N-not my f-fault. Force d-did it.”

“Of course it did.” Jaster agreed readily. Obi-Wan half frowned, it kind of sounded like Jaster was just saying it to appease him, but he was too cold and tired to figure it out.

A blast of wind hit them as they left the temple, Obi-Wan whined and tried to bury himself closer to Jaster.

“C-cold.”

“I know, we’ll be at the ship soon. Don’t you worry.”

By the jostling as Jaster moved Obi-Wan was sure they must have been running, Obi-Wan didn’t mind too much if it meant he could get warm again soon.

True to his word Jaster and Master Katlow got back to the ship in less then half the time it took to get to the temple. Master Katlow must have sent a message to the knights before they left the temple. Because as soon as the doors opened the two knights quickly hurried Obi-Wan and Jaster to their quarters, handing them blankets, clean warm clothes and a steaming hot drink.

Buried under what felt like a mountain of blankets and pillows the hoth chocolate half drunk as Jaster finished drying his hair.

“Feeling better Ob’ika?”

Obi-Wan hummed in agreement.

“We were pretty worried about you; I was very worried.”

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Jaster chuckled softly, “I know you didn’t. I worry about Jango when he goes on missions too. Of course, I’m not going to stop him doing them, just like I won’t stop you when you start going on missions. No matter how old both of you get, I’ll still worry. Now finish your hoth chocolate. I think you’re due a nap after all the excitement, then you can show me your crystal, how does that sound.”

Obi-Wan nodded, he felt like he should complain and say he was too old for naps, but he really was very tired. A nap sounded very good right now.

“S-stay?” Obi-Wan asked, slightly nervous that Jaster would say no. He didn’t know why he worried, Jaster just smiled.

“Of course, I’ll be right here if you need me.”

Gathering all his courage Obi-Wan smiled back, leaning against Jasters side, “T-thank you Buir.”

Jaster froze for a split second before grinning like he had just won the best prize in the universe, pulling Obi-Wan into a tight hug.

“You’re welcome ner adiika.”

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Obi-Wan woke feeling much warmer then when he went to sleep. Unfortunately, that was the only good thing about waking up. His head felt stuffy, his nose was running and his whole body ached. He groaned as he sat up, blinking several times to try and focus.

“Morning Ob’ika, how you feeling?” There was a hand gently rested on his forehead, it took a lot of effort to focus on the voice blinking several times before he came into focus. It was Jaster.

“Buir? I don’t feel good.” Obi-Wan mumbled, leaning into Jaster’s hand.

“With how wet and cold you were, I’m not surprised. You’ve been a sleep for a while. Here, drink this.”

Jaster helped him hold the mug, Obi-Wan slowly sipping at the drink. It didn’t taste great, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but pull a face.

“I know, but it’ll help you feel better.” Jaster comforted.

Obi-Wan did have the energy to complain any more so just kept sipping at the drink. Once finished Obi-Wan couldn’t help but yawn again, he felt so tired.

“Sleepy?”

Obi-Wan nodded at the question,

“Go ahead and sleepy Ob’ika, I’ll be here if you need me.”

“B-but what about my Crystal? I’m meant to start meditating and building my sabre.”

“Don’t worry about that right now, just focus on getting better. I’m sure both Si and Yan would love to help you with it if you don’t get it done on the way back.”

“T-that would be nice.” Obi-Wan muttered sleepily, leaning heavily against Jaster as he drifted back to sleep.

“Obiiiiii. Obes. Obi-Wan?”

The fussy looking face of Quinlan greeting him as he woke up.

“Oh good you’re awake!” Quinlan said, sounding far too loud. Was he always this loud?

“Quin?” Obi-Wan rasped.

“If Mereel asks, you were awake when I came in right?”

“But I wasn’t?”

“Yes, but he said I shouldn’t wake you, but I really wanted to show you my crystal. And see how you are of course.”

Obi-Wan, with a bit of help from Quin, shuffled into a sitting position.

“Lets see then?” Obi-Wan asked, excited to see what his friend’s crystal looks like.

Quinlan clambered onto the bed, shuffling close to Obi-Wan before holding out his hand, opening it to show a gagged kyber crystal, glowing a faint green colour.

“I was sort of worried I wouldn’t be able to find it, like what if it was all a mistake or something and I wasn’t meant to be a Jedi, but I found it!” Quinlan said quietly.

“I- I sort of thought the same thing for a bit,” Obi-Wan admitted.

“Really? But you’re a really good padawan! Like the youngest in ages, and you’re going to be ambassador for the whole of Mandalor! You have two Masters!”

“Yes, but most of that was by accident, or luck. And I thought I’d lost my crystal; I was following it then fell off this ice bridge. I thought, only for a bit, that maybe I wasn’t mean to be a Jedi if I couldn’t even get my crystal. M-maybe that’s the point of the caves? To see if you really want to be one? If we didn’t really want it then maybe we wouldn’t have made it?”

“Maybe, seems a bit extreme to me.” Quinlan half agreed, before perking up. “Come on, I’ve shown you mine, show me yours!”

The warmth from his crystal was still radiating from his hand, it seemed that even in his sleep he hadn’t let go of his crystal. It was still singing in the force, loudly if Obi-Wan focused on it, but it was just a pleasant harmony that it worked its way into the background if he wasn’t listening for it.

The crystal sat in the centre of his palm, as clear as when he had taken it out of the ice, glinted in the low lights of the room.

“What colour do you think its going to be?” Quinlan asked,

“I don’t mind, I think it’s pretty just like this too.”

The sound of the door sliding open made both boys jump, Jaster entering with a tray with what looked like steaming soup and another mug of whatever it was he made Obi-Wan drink before.

“I hope Quinlan didn’t wake you Ob’ika.” Jaster said, rising a questioning eyebrow at them.

“He was already up when I came in!” Quinlan spoke up, probably too quickly.

“Oh really?” Jaster definitely didn’t believe Quinlan.

“Yes? Anyway, I best go, I’m sure Master Katlow wants us all to do more meditation! Bye Obes, hope you feel better soon!” Quinlan was quick to duck out of the room, ignoring the unimpressed look thrown to him by Jaster.

“I see what Yan means about the boy,” Jaster muttered, more to himself then Obi-Wan, before speaking up, “I hope he didn’t disturb you too much, I did tell him not to wake you.”

“It’s ok, I wanted to see his crystal too.”

“Alright, but you really should be resting.”

“I’m feeling a lot better,” Obi-Wan said, attempting to defend his friend. It wasn’t an outright lie either, he did feel a lot better, although he still didn’t feel well.

“See how you feel after you’ve eaten this, Master Katlow has said you can come and watch the others meditating with their crystals if don’t feel too bad after. He thinks it’s best if Si or Yan help you meditate with your crystal if you’re still feeling under the weather.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help the pout, he really wanted to meditate with his crystal as soon as possible, he couldn’t wait to see which colour it would be.

“N-not even a little bit? I could just start mediating with it?”

“I’m afraid not, Master Katlow is worried about you getting force exhaustion if you tried while you still have this cold.”

Obi-Wan grumbled an agreement but happily started eating the soup Jaster had brought him. With how sore his throat was he was glad Jaster had brought him soup, he didn’t know if he felt up to solid food at the moment.

He really had planned on staying awake and watching the others mediate, he didn’t really want to spent the whole trip back asleep in their quarters. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like his body agreed, as he quickly fell back asleep once his had eaten.

The trip back to the temple past very quicky for Obi-Wan, mostly as he was asleep for the majority of it. Jaster did wake him right before they landed, most of the other padawans and initiates disembarking before Jaster and himself, each of them excited to show their Masters their crystals.

The crowds had mostly gone by the time Obi-Wan and Jaster walked down the ramp. Obi-Wan was adamant that he was able to walk by himself as he felt a lot better, Jaster hovering half a step behind him the whole time.
Both Master Si and Master Dooku were waiting for them, the former ringing his hands while the latter looked calmer, although by the concerned frown he was just as tense as Master Si.

As soon as they reached the hanger floor Master Si was on them, kneeling in front of Obi-Wan, checking him over with a worried look.

“How are you feeling? Jaster sent us a message as soon as you got out of hyperspace,”

“I-I’m ok.” It would have sounded more convincing if it didn’t come out as a hoarse whisper, followed by a chesty cough.

“I believe a trip to the Halls of Healing is due.” Master Dooku said, ignoring Obi-Wans frown as he swept the padawan up into his arms.

“I’m really not that b-bad.” Obi-Wan protested as the three adults marched through the temple, knights and masters leaping out of there way as they past.

“I am sure you will be just fine little one, but I think all three of us will feel a lot better once a trained healer has seen you.” Master Dooku said.

“B-but the healers are scary.” Obi-Wan half whispered, hoping only Master Dooku would hear, he didn’t want to seem weak in front of Master Si or his Buir.

“You need not worry, at least one of us will be with you the whole time.”

Obi-Wan gripped Master Dooku’s cloak tighter, “P-promise?”

“Promise, now let’s see if Healer Che is free. You liked her last time, correct?”

Obi-Wan nodded, swallowing nervously as they entered the halls of healing. Hopefully the trip here wouldn’t be too bad.

The trip to the healers went surprisingly well. He hadn’t needed any injections and Healer Che even let him have two lollies. She spent most the time talking to Master Si, Dooku and Jaster, explaining that its Obi-Wan just had a bad cold. Sleep and rest would get him better in no time at all. Which is why Obi-Wan found himself bundled up in a pile of blankets, hoth chocolate warming his hands as Master Dooku found a holo video for him to watch as Jaster and Si cooked in the kitchen.

Being sick wasn’t great, but he didn’t really mind this part of it, being surrounded by everyone he thought of as family.

Luckily Healer Che was right, and within a few days Obi-Wan felt back to normal. He had bene given the week off of lessons, to both recover and then work on mediating with his crystal once he felt better. Obi-Wan was hoping Master Si would let him start mediating soon.

Right now, he was having a lazy day with Ko, she had turned up at his quarters this morning alongside Master Dooku as both Masters were required in a council meeting.

After a lot of promises to not too do much Master Si finally agreed to leave, making sure both Obi-Wan and Komari would contact both himself and Dooku if anything went wrong.

Eventually both masters left, Ko turning to Obi-Wan, “So, want to get out of here?”

“Out of the temple?” Obi-Wan asked shocked,

“No silly, the room. Fresh air is meant to be good for when you’re not feeling well right? Let’s go to the room of a thousand fountains. That’s probably the freshest air we’ll get on this planet.”

“A-alright, should we ask Master Si first?”

“I’m sure our masters wont mind, now come on Obi.”

Normally Obi-Wan would have protested more, or even sent his own message to Master Si, but he hadn’t left the room in several days. And he really wanted to get out for a bit.

“As long as were back before the council meeting ends.” Obi-Wan finally agreed.

It was pretty good being outside again after several days recovering. They hadn’t gone far into the room of a thousand fountains, just stopping at the closest garden they found.

Obi-Wan did try to relax, but the force felt tense. Not in a terrible way, just in a nervous, ‘something might happen’ way. It almost made him was to go back to his room.

Komari was sat next to him, tapping away at her datapad, probably doing some catch up work for her lesson. Master Dooku was always reminding her of upcoming deadlines for her assignments.

Casting his gaze around he kept half an eye out for someone with long black hair, he wasn’t sure if the force being nervous was about the possible vision it had sent him while in the caves. There didn’t seem to be many people around though. From where he was, he had a good view of the corridor through the open doorway and windows. It wasn’t particularly busy at the moment, which made the heavy footsteps stend out even more then they normally would.

Obi-Wan half tensed, expecting the worst. Breathing out a sigh of relief when it turned out to be Jango, the relief quickly turned to concern at the worry etched onto Jango’s face. Obi-Wan held up a hand to grab Jango’s attention.

Jango practically fell over his own feet when he caught sight of Obi-Wan waving at him. The worry on Jango’s face turned into relief, before quickly glaring. Obi-Wan felt a brief flash of worry, wondering what he had done to make Jango angry, before realising Jango wasn’t glaring at him, he was glaring at Komari. Who by the looks of things, had just noticed Jango storming over and glaring back just as bad.

The force around him tensed up. Obi-Wan had a terrible feeling that this meeting wasn’t going to go well.

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Obi-Wan was right, this was not going well. Jango practically marched over to where both he and Komari were sat. Komari standing up quickly at the incoming challenge. Obi-Wan tensed, expecting a fight to start immediately, at the last moment Jango stopped and turned his attention to Obi-Wan.

“Ob’ika, what are you doing out here? You should be in your quarters recovering, I was worried. Buir said you’d got the flu.”

“Ah, sorry ori’vod, I’m feeling a lot better! Ko said we won’t even be out for that long; I was just so bored in the quarters.” Obi-Wan said, trying to defuse the situation.

“Pretty irresponsible if you ask me.” Jango muttered, turning his attention to Komari.

“Good job no one asked you.” Komari answered shortly.

“No one needed too, he’s my brother. Come on Ob’ika let’s go.”

Komari puffed up. For a jedi, who shouldn’t be ruled by their anger, Obi-Wan thought she seemed very angry.

“He’s my lineage brother, and who exactly do you think you are?”

“Strange, Ob’ika’s never mentioned you before.” Jango said.

Obi-Wan kept glancing between them, this really wasn’t going well.

“It’s proba-” Obi-Wan spoke up, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“Well, he’s not mentioned you either, can’t be that important.” Komari snapped back.

Jango gave a growl and stepped forward threateningly. The force tensed around them all.

“I should probably be getting back anyway; the council meeting should be finishing soon.” Obi-Wan half shouted, probably louder than necessary, but he didn’t want them to miss what he said or worse, break into a fight.

There were a few tense moments where Komari and Jango continued to glare at each other. Obi-Wan was almost positive a fight was inevitable, before Jango finally grunted in agreement.

“Alright, come on. Let’s get you back. I’m not about to leave you alone with her.”

“We’ll im not about to just let you take him either!” Komari hissed back.

The walk back was uncomfortably quiet, Obi-Wan being flanked by Komari and Jango on either side, both throwing glares at each other over his head.

If the walk back to the quarters was bad, sitting in awkward silence with Jango and Komari was even worse. Neither saying anything, just throwing glares at each other. After a few attempts of trying to talk to either of them Obi-Wan gave up, and sat in silence with them both.

He was extremely glad when his Masters both returned, Jaster in tow. He must have been in the council meeting with them. He’d stuck round since the trip to Ilum, mostly spending time with the council, in the archives or with Obi-Wan.

Master Dooku raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Komari and Jango obvious attitude to each other. “Dare I ask?”

No one answered.

“Very well,” Master Dooku “Padawan, the council have assigned us a mission to Corellia. You best go back.”

“But Master, I can’t leave Obi-Wan wit-” Komari pretested, gesturing towards Obi-Wan and Jango.

“We will also be meditating on working through emotions before releasing them into the force.” Master Dooku interrupted, sounding very unimpressed.

Komari grumbled loudly before storming out of the room. Jango threw her a rather smug look, until Jaster spoke.

“Is there a reason you’re terrorising padawans ner Ade?”

Jango half froze, looking guilty. “Sorry Buir, I was worried about Ob’ika.”

“I told you the healers cleared him yesterday, now come on, I’ve got a meeting with Silas, you can help make notes.”

Jango grunted, “Alright. See you soon Ob’ika. I’ve still got to give you that lesson with the knives.”

Obi-Wan grinned, glad that Jango wasn’t annoyed at him. “Good luck with the meeting?”

“Thank you, I might need it. Buir’s going to want me to actually pay attention.”

“You’ll be fine.” Jaster said, ignoring Jango’s rolled eyes. “We’ll see you soon Ob’ika. We’ll have to have another trip out soon.”

“That would be good! See you soon Buir.”

Jaster left with a grin, nodding to Master Dooku and Master Si.

There was a quiet moment as Master Si made tea before Master Dooku spoke.

“Will you tell us what is wrong with Komari and Fett?”

Obi-Wan shifted nervously, he didn’t want to get either one in trouble. As if reading his thoughts Master Dooku continued.

“We can’t help solve the issue unless we know what it is. I can take an educated guess though. If I guess correctly, would you tell me if I am correct? Of course, I will not inform either party of what you say.”

“And they won’t be in trouble?”

“Obi-Wan various Masters already saw them in the room of a thousand fountains, a couple were ready to step in if things got bad, or at least worse then it was. We got several comm messages while in the council meeting.”

“Oh,”

“Oh indeed. Now, I suspect, from what I’ve heard from the Masters, Jango found you both outside, and his overprotective Mandalorian instincts kicked in. Komari, as much as she is excelling in her training, still gets angry and defensive far too fast. Rightly or wrongly, I’m sure that she took offence at whatever Jango said. Is that what happened?”

“Yes, I think so. They really didn’t seem to get on Master, I thought they were going to fight! I didn’t know what to do.”

“Hmm, I’ll let Jaster know, I’m sure he’ll have a word with Jango. And I have more than just a word for Komari, it’s really not how I trained her.”

Obi-Wan shifted a bit awkward on the sofa, not sure what to say.

“Tea!” Master Si announced, making Obi-Wan jump. Serving out two cups. “Yan dear, I’m not wanting to kick you out. But you will miss your transport if you don’t hurry. Before you worry, I’m sure both Obi and I will manage just fine with you gone for a week or two.”

Master Dooku huffed, “I have a right to worry,” he muttered, he stood and brushed himself down. “Very well, I will see you both soon. I wish you look with your lightsaber Obi-Wan, I am excited to see it built.”

“Thank you Master, good luck with your mission.”

Obi-Wan and his Master drunk their tea in what was a much more comfortable silence, Obi-Wan falling into a half meditation along with his Master.

Tea finished Master Si took a breath before talking. “How are you feeling Obi-Wan? Still tired? I know the healers cleared you, but it can still take time to feel completely better.”

“No Master, I’m feeling a lot better now.”

“Good, good. How about you meditate with your crystal then?”

Obi-Wan froze for a moment as he processed what was said. “Really? Now?”

“Yes, if you’re feeling up to it of course.”

“I am! I-I’ll just go get it.” He bolted over to his room, the crystal sat safely on his bed side table, he’d been almost impatiently waiting for when he could finally meditate with it and start building his crystal. The healers had said he shouldn’t until he’d gotten rid of the flu he’d picked up from Ilum with. It seemed like now was the time!

Back in the living room Master Si had moved from the sofa to the corner where they normally meditated, two pillows already set out for them to use.

“We haven’t had chance to talk about your trip in the Ilum temple.” Master Si said as Obi-Wan took his normal spot. “How was it? Apart from cold and wet of course.” He teased.

“It was difficult, I think I had another vision while I was there.”

“Hm? It’s not unusual, especially for someone already prone to visions, for the temple to give you one while on the search for your crystal. Unfortunately, it’s also usual for the temple to send you visions or thoughts to test you, ones which aren’t visions of the future.”

Obi-Wan hoped it wasn’t a vision of the future, he didn’t want what he’d seen to come true. “Do you think it was a test then?” Obi-Wan asked.

“That’s something I cannot answer I’m afraid, we can meditate on the visions after if you would like? It’s highly possible it’s of the future, as you’ve already had a couple which have indeed been reliable.”

“I’d like that, thank you Master.”

“No need to thank me little one. Let’s focus on your crystal for now.”

Mediating with the crystal wasn’t unlike normal meditation, but it had more focus. Obi-Wan felt Master Si near him in the force, keeping an eye on him but not interrupting.

The crystal was practically singing in the force, Obi-Wan wasn’t exactly sure what to do now. The Masters had never been particularly clear, each saying their experience with the crystals was different from others. Which wasn’t helpful.

He poked the crystal with the force. Vaguely hearing Master Si chuckle in the background.

It didn’t do anything.

Listening closely Obi-Wan paid attention to the frequency the crystal was giving out in the force. It was a gentle song, but robust and soothing. Lulling him into a deeper meditation.

He started to lose time, just listening to the song, learning it. Memorising it until the song became part of his very soul. There’s wasn’t a moment of clarity or realisation. But after a time, Obi-Wan knew he’d done it, he’s resonated with his crystal.

There was a feeling of pride pushed down his Padawan bond from Master Si, slowly drawing him out from the meditation.

Obi-Wan blinked a couple of times when he came back to himself, it had been a much deeper meditation then he was used too.

“Welcome back, you were gone a while.” Master Si said. A glance at the clock showed they’d been at it for almost three hours!

“I, I think I did it.” Obi-Wan said, looking down at his hand gripping his crystal. He didn’t mind which colour he got, not really. But part of him wanted it to be blue, like both his Masters and Komari, it would be so cool if his lineage all had the same colour!

Opening his hand, his heart dropped. The crystal hadn’t changed, still the clear colour it was when he had taken it out of the ice.

“M-Master? I think I might have done it wrong?” Obi-Wan said quietly. He had been sure it had worked; he’d felt it! Or at least thought he had? Maybe he couldn’t read the force as well as he thought. The force seems to wrap around him closer as he thought that.

“Oh?” Master Si said, leaning forward to see the crystal. The Master hummed quietly as he looked at the crystal. “Do you mind if I take a closer look?”

Obi-Wan handed his crystal over, a small part of him not wanting to give it to someone else. “I-I can try again? M-maybe I wasn’t concentrating enough?”

Master Si held the crystal up to the light, before closing his eyes, looking like he was about to fall into meditation.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Obi-Wan almost panicked at those words, if he couldn’t get this right would he be kicked out? He couldn’t be a Jedi without a lightsaber!

“It seemed you have done it correctly the first time. Well done!” Master Si praised as he handed the crystal back.

“But, but it’s not right! It doesn’t have a colour.” Obi-Wan said, feeling a bit lost.

“Indeed, it appears not. But you’ve definitely bonded with this one. I can feel it. It’s a strong bond too. Very strong for your first time meditating with it.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t convinced, but trusted his Master enough to accept it.

“It’s a bit late to start building your lightsaber today, how about tomorrow morning?”

Despite his worry over his lightsaber colour, or in this case, lack of colour, Obi-Wan readily agreed. Maybe it would show its colour once it was fully built.

By lunch time the follow day, he had a completed lightsaber. The building of it was surprisingly easy, trusting the force to help him decide with the shape and length. He knew it would change over time, but for now, it was perfect, if it a little big. And it was his!

Master Si has booked out a private training room for the day, even going as far as to bring snacks and lunch with them. He seemed pleasantly surprised that Obi-Wan had manage to construct his lightsaber before they stopped for lunch.

“Very nicely done!” He praised, examining it closely. All the initiates had been warned that they shouldn’t build a lightsaber by themselves. There was a risk of hurting themselves while it was being made. Not to mention the risk of it exploding if not made correctly. There were horror stories told in the crèche about it often, older initiates passing down the stories to younger ones last at night.

Obi-Wan knew it wouldn’t explode though, he could feel it in the force, almost like it was another being. I would work.

“Well then, how about we turn it on. I’m very curious as to what colour it’ll turn out with your crystal.”

Nodding Obi-Wan took a step back, taking a starting stance from one of the katas, making sure that he wouldn’t injure either himself or his Master when it turned it on.

He gasped. It was beautiful!

“Oh my,” he heard Master Si say.

The blade was white, bright in the centre, and round the edges seemed to reflect various colours, almost exactly like his crystal had done!

“Wow.” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but say, in awe of the blade.

“Wow indeed! I’m not sure I’ve heard of anyone with a white lightsaber before. We might have to search the archives if we want to find out. But that’s a job for another day, let’s stop for food. We can practice some katas after, get you used to using a real saver, rather than a training saber.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, readily agreeing.

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It was strangely quiet without Master Dooku or Komari, their absence noted almost immediately. Especially with Master Si being part of the council, and not available as much as a normal Master might have been. That didn’t stop his Master from spending every dinner with him, going over any lesson work Obi-Wan had an issue with and practicing mediations each night.

Quinlan was even brave enough to have dinner with them one night now there was no chance of Master Dooku dropping by. Not that Quin would have ever admitted that of course.

The day after Master Dooku left Master Si sat them both down on the sofa.

“Do you feel up to meditating on your vision Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan was about to agree readily, before thinking, he was still recovering and a deep mediation would set him back if he wasn’t feeling a hundred percent better. After a moment he nodded, “Yes Master, I am. I think it would help; I’ve been a bit worried about it.” the force swirled around him, like it was feeling guilty about making him worry.

“Very well, come on. We can go have lunch after we’ve finished.”

Settling down for the meditation on the vision felt a lot harder than his normal mediation. There was a feeling of importance in the air, not quite urgent, but just heavy and vital.

Dropping into mediation Obi-Wan felt Master Si’s presence in the force close, comforting as he started focusing on his vision from the caves.

It started just the same as the caves, vast empty void around him. Before the glowing yellow eyes appeared, he could vaguely feely Master Si’s shock.

More of the figure appeared, he still couldn’t see who, or even what, it was. But he could make out the heavy cloak and hood this time. It looked expensive, made of fine material. He wasn’t sure how that would help him, but it was at least something new to take note of.

Knowing the man was about to speak Obi-Wan turned his attention to where he knew the second man would be.

The rasped crock from the being with yellow eyes came. Much to Obi-Wan’s annoyance, the second figure already had their head bowed. He learnt nothing more from them, except that they felt young. Or at least younger than what he first thought.

He tried to stomp down the frustration as the vision shifted, Master Si comforting him as the next vision formed.

The familiar figure of Jango appeared, he was sure it was him, even with the limp he knew how his brother moved. Obi-Wan first looked for the injury, there seemed to be a lightsaber wound to his knee, judging by the way it had cut through his under-suit between his armour. It was either a very lucky hit, or whoever was hunting him was extremely skilled.

Next, he looked around at the ship, he couldn’t learn much more about what type of ship it was. But from the way the ship was moving, and the noise, it seemed they weren’t travelling in hyperspace.

The red saber was lit in the dark, Obi-Wan tired to see who it was. The vision faded before he could make out any features.

Obi-Wan gasped as he came out of the mediation, Master Si quickly catching him. He groaned with frustration.

“That didn’t help! I still don’t know who either of the two strangers are.”

Master Si didn’t say anything, in fact when Obi-Wan glanced up he seemed to be deep in thought. “Master?”

“Oh, apologies Obi-Wan. It seems like you’ve had yet another very important vision.”

“I-I have? But it didn’t feel important, I don’t know who either being is, I don’t know how to save Jango.”

“I am sure the force, like last time, will help you when the time comes. But it I am most concerned about this Master and apprentice you have seen.”

“Do you think they’re Jedi?” Obi-Wan asked, sounding doubtful, he didn’t think so, but he hadn’t heard of anyone else who referred to each other as Master or apprentice, or at least not when they also used ligthsabers.

“I most certainly do not. I do believe this needs to be raised with the council.” Master Si said, looking like he was still thinking deeply.

“N-now?”

“Hm?” Master Si seemed to jerk back to the present. “Oh no. Let’s have lunch. I’ll deal with the council. You just focus on your lessons for now.”

It was a few days later, just when Obi-Wan was starting to get a bit bored, when Jaster stopped by. Master Si had been very busy with the council, Obi-Wan knew he shouldn’t complain, specially seen as it was his vision which caused the Master spending so much time in meetings. But he was still getting bored.

“Buir!” Obi-Wan chirped when he spotted him.

“Ob’ika, su’cuy.” Jaster greeted, taking a seat next to Obi-Wan, who had been trying, and failing, to meditate.

“Su’cuy, what are you doing here?” Obi-Wan asked, before stuttering out, “N-not that I’m not glad you’re here! Just, I thought you were busy?”

“It seems my second in command is just too efficient, he kicked me out for today. Says I’m just getting in the way.”

“That seems a bit mean.” Obi-Wan said, slightly concerned. Jaster just chuckled,

“I’ll tell him you said so! Do you happen to know where Si is? I was hoping I could steal you for the day, if you want too of course?”

“Really? Yes please! He’s with the council at the moment, I’m not sure how busy they are though.”

“Hopefully not too busy to have a few minutes to speak to us.” Jaster said grinning, standing and stretching before setting off towards the council hall. Obi-Wan jogging a few steps to catch up.

Obi-Wan managed to keep pace next to Jaster, and couldn’t help but grin at the slightly shocked face of the padawan on duty outside the Council Hall. Obi-Wan hadn’t meet them before and it seemed like not everyone was used to Mandalorian’s strolling round the temple, even with the three working in the creche.

“Hello, is Master Sifo-Dyas available for a few moments?”

“Errm, t-the council is in a meeting at the moment, sir..?”

“Manda’lor Mereel.” Jaster introduced himself, the padawan lost a bit of colour in their face.

“I, I’ll send them a message, the council might be able to fit you in Manda’lor.”

“Thank you.”

The pair didn’t have to wait long before the Padawan quickly showed them in.

It was a bit intimidating being back in front of the council, bit the gentle smile from his Master helped, even if he did feel a bit bad for disturbing a full council meeting just for one question.

“Problem, is there? Manda’lor Mereel?” Master Yaddle asked,

“No, just a quick question for Master Sifo-Dyas, I ask if he was available for a moment, we didn’t mean to disturbed a full meeting.” Jaster replied easily, a hand on Obi-Wans shoulder seemed to settle him.

“Problem, that is not. Break we needed. Good excuse you gave us.”

“I that case, I’m glad we helped. Master Si, I was hoping to borrow Obi-Wan today. Maybe visit Little Keldabe again.”

“Please?” Obi-Wan tagged on, trying his hardest to give tooka eyes to his Master.

“Do you have your comm and bracelet with you?”

“Yes Master,” Obi-Wan held up his wrist to show off the bracelet Master Dooku got him last time.

“Alright, but be back by night fall.”

“Thank you!” Obi-Wan grinned, almost bouncing in place with excitement.

After a quick stop at Obi-Wans quarters where he picked up his robes, and secretly picked up a small bag of powder. He had called in a favour from Quin for it, and was hoping to see Jango soon. He was sure his brother would help him in his revenge plot against Silas.

Much to Obi-Wans joy, Jango was in fact waiting for them just outside the temple.

“Vod’ika!” Jango half shouted, ignoring the strange looks he got from people as he scooped Obi-Wan up.

“Hi Ori’vod.”

“Buir said I couldn’t go back into the temple to see you.” Jango whined.

“Jango, you had work to do. I said you could come visit Ob’ika once you’ve finished, and apologised to Padawan Vosa.”

“Meh, same thing.” Jango grumbled, before turning back to Obi-Wan, who he had yet to put down “But you’ve come to save me right? You wouldn’t force me to do all the work would you?”

Obi-Wan turned to Jaster, “Jango is coming with us today though, right?”

Jaster just sighed, “Yes, of course he is.”

The rest of the day was amazing. They had lunch at Dex’s again, and once again Obi-Wan found himself almost crushed in a hug before receiving yet another milkshake the sized of his head!

While waiting for their order to arrive Obi-Wan leant over to Jango. Jaster was busy talking to Dex about some information he needed about Death Watch.

“Ori’vod?”

“What’s up?”

“Do you know Silas?”

“Course I do, he’s Buir’s second. Why? you didn’t have a vision of him betraying us too did you?” there was a slight panicked tone to Jango’s voice.

“No no! The force likes him,” and it did, but Obi-Wan still wanted revenge. “Just, he pulled a prank on me when I met him,”

“Not really surprising,” Jango spoke, “You wouldn’t think it if you met him when he’s all ‘business’ but he’s the biggest goof ball. It wasn’t anything too bad right?”

“Not really, but I was sort of hoping you’d help me get revenge?”

A glint entered Jangos eye he hadn’t seen before. “Oh vod’ika, you don’t even have to ask! Do you need ideas? I’m sure we can come up with a plan.”

Obi-Wan pulled out the bag of power. “I have a plan. Itching powder.”

Jango chuckled darkly, picking up the bag and quickly hiding it on his belt. “I like the way you think brother. Buir and Silas have a catch-up meeting with your council in a couple of weeks, about the trial in the creche. How about I use it then? That way you can see the results too?”

Obi-Wan nodded, about to answer when Jaster came back to their table.

“Why do you to look like you’re up to something?” Jaster asked suspiciously.

Obi-Wan tried his best to give a completely innocent grin. He thought it would have worked better if Jango didn’t have a slightly manic grin on his face.

Jaster just sighed, “Just as long as what ever it is you’re cooking up is safe, and no one gets hurt.”

They spent the rest of the day in Little Keldabe, Jango sneaking him all sorts of street food and snacks to try. He liked most of them, although a lot were just a bit too spicy. It just caused Jaster to chuckle, saying something about building up his tolerance.

There was even a quick trip to the armourer just after lunch, Goran Vesk seemed pleased with how his current pieces of armour still fit, and promised a new piece for the next time he visited. Obi-Wan couldn’t wait.

Once again Jango whined when it was time to return Obi-Wan to the temple, but with the promise or more visits he seemed to accept it. Obi-Wan was exhausted by the time he got back to his quarters, Master Si waiting patiently for him, but he still had the energy to have their daily evening meditation.

By the time Master Dooku returned from his mission Obi-Wan had got used to his new lightsaber. He still had to use a training saber to spar with his classmates, mostly for everyone’s safety, Master Drallig was nice enough to let him use his own saber for any katas.

It had almost been a month since Master Dooku and Komari had left on their mission, it kept getting extended for various reasons. In this time Jaster had started letting Jango teach Obi-Wan how to throw knives! He still wasn’t very good yet, but he was slowly getting better. Jango had even given him a secret lesson on how to use the dagger he had gifted Obi-Wan on their first meeting.

Despite the multiple comm calls from Master Dooku, which did calm both Obi-Wan and Master Si’s nerves about it slightly. He was still ecstatic to finally hear that they were on their way back.

Lessons had just finished, and there had been a message left on his comm from Master Dooku, they had returned to the temple around lunch time! Despite the fact the pair would most likely still be giving their report to the council Obi-Wan couldn’t help but speed back to their quarters. Using the force as a warning to make sure no Masters saw him running through the corridors, not wanting a lecture on proper behaviour.

He was hoping to beat the Masters back to the quarters and have a pot of tea ready for them! Master Si had taken him out of the temple a few days ago to pick up Master Dooku’s favourite tea as a surprise for when he returned. He couldn’t wait to have it ready for him!

He was speeding round a corner, happily dodging Masters, when he bumped right into someone, stumbling back in shock. He sent a betrayed feeling to the force for not giving him a warning. The force just hummed happily around him, ignoring Obi-Wan’s worry about upsetting a Master.

“S-Sorry Master.” Obi-Wan said, bowing, hoping if he was polite enough, he’d be let off for running through the corridors.

“No harm done Initate.” Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he should correct the Master, but the choice was taken away from him as the Master kept talking, “Are you hurt?”

“No Master,” Obi-Wan answered. The Master was tall, not quiet as tall as Master Dooku, but seemed to hold himself with a similar air. He even had similar facial hair, although it was black rather then grey.

“Good, it’s my first day back in the temple in some time, I would have hated to have injured someone so soon upon my return. Are you lost? These are the Masters quarters I believe, unless there’s been a chance since I was last here.”

The Master seemed nice enough, and the force was contently weaving around them both, “I’m not lost Master, I’m a padawan.”

The Master in front of him paused, before looking to the short padawan braid, “So you are! Maybe you can help me then, I was looking for Master Dooku. Although he doesn’t seem to be in his quarters. You wouldn’t know where he is, do you?”

“Oh!” Obi-Wan was pleasantly surprised that he knew the answer, and would be able to help. “He’s just got back from a mission; he should be getting out of the council meeting soon. I was about to go put the kettle on for tea, did you want to wait in our quarters for him?”

The Master seemed taken aback and slightly confused. “Has Vosa been knighted already?”

“Ko? No not yet, she was on the mission with him.”

“I thought it would have been a bit soon. Alright little one, lead on. Let’s go make some tea.”

Obi-Wan frowned, why does everyone call him little!

“Ah, that’s because you are, plus, you have yet to introduce yourself.”

Obi-Wan blushed when he realised that he had spoken out loud. “S-sorry Master, I’m Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“No need to apologise, I too forgot to introduce myself. Knight Averross, at your service.”

Chapter Text

Obi-Wan showed Knight Averross to Master Si’s quarters. The knight seemed increasingly curious as they went. The force on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the confusion, Obi-Wan would even go as far as saying it felt smug.

“So, you’re Master Si’s Padawan? I was under the impression he wasn’t allowed one?”

“Sort of? His visions have got a lot better recently.” Obi-Wan said,

“Sort of? How can you be a ‘sort of’ Padawan?” Knight Averross asked. He seemed pretty comfortable in the quarters, throwing his cloak over one of the hooks casually, Obi-Wan thought he must know Master Si as well as Master Dooku.

“Oh, I have two masters,” Obi-Wan said easily, “Do you want tea? Master Si’s been teaching me how to make Kopi, he says it’s Master Dooku’s favourite.”

“It is indeed, I know it well. I drunk a lot of that during my own padawanship. I could probably make it in my sleep.”

“D-did you want another type? We have shig too, that’s my favourite.”

“Shig? I’ve not heard of it. But no, I’m more than happy with Kopi thank you.”

Knight Averross followed him into the kitchen, keeping an eye on him as he went through the process of making tea. Reaching up to get the tea set off of the taller shelves for him.

“H-have you been away from the temple for very long?”

“Several years, I’ve been on an extended mission in the outer rim. Last place I was on was Ryloth.”

“Really? I’ve only ever been to Ilum, where else have you been?”

Knight Averross grinned as he started telling Obi-Wan about the various planets he’s been to on his travels. Obi-Wan couldn’t wait until he could go on missions, each place Averross spoke about sounded fascinating.

Obi-Wan listened avidly to Knight Averross’ stories. Each mission sounded dangerous and exciting.

“So, there I was, surrounded by pirates with only a spoon and tea towel in my hands. Well, you can guess what happened next!” Knight Averross said,

“No?! What?! You can’t leave it like that! How did you escape? What happened to the treaty? Did you get there in time? What about the princess?!” Obi-Wan half asked, half demanded, tea cold and forgotten on the table.

“Ah, all in good time, my very young friend.”

Obi-Wan as about to ask for more, and complain about being called young, when there came a surprise gasp from the door.

“Rael! When did you get back? Have you let Yan know?” Master Si must have entered their quarters without either knight or Padawan noticing. His master seemed surprised, but pleased at the sight of the Knight.

“Just this morning, I was planning on surprisingly him, your Padawan has kindly been entertaining me as we waited.”

“Knight Averross was telling me about one of his missions!”

“Was he now? Nothing too risky I hope?” Master Si threw a look over to the Knight, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what it meant. But the knight shuffled awkwardly.

“Family friendly stories only.” Averross said, “cross my heart and all that.”

Master Si just chuckled. “I also see you made Kopi, thank you Obi-Wan.”

“Knight Averross helped get the tea set down. I think we need to make some more though; it’s gotten a bit cold.” Obi-Wan said as he took a sip. Pulling a face at the taste of the spoilt tea.

“I’ll get some on, I’m sure Rael will want to finish his tale for you. Rael, Yan is coming round for dinner this evening. How about you join us?”

“That’s most kind of you!” Knight Averross said, helping move the tea set to the kitchen before stealing Obi-Wan’s attention once again.

“So, where was I?”

“The pirates!”

“Ah! Yes, I remember. So, there I was, broke ship, no weapon and a princess to defend, surrounded by pirates of the worst sort!”

“Are there any other types of pirates?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but interrupt.

“Huh, you know I hadn’t really thought of it.” Rael said, “but yes, they were pirates, of some sort at least, probably the worst sort,” he winked over at Obi-Wan, “nothing on me except a spoon and tea towel!”

“Where was your lightsaber? Master Si says your lightsaber is your life, did you lose it?!”

“No no, it was on my belt,”

“Then where was your belt? Weren’t you wearing it?”

“Well, no. I’d just… woken up, you see. So, my belt was in the sleeping quarters.” Knight Averross said, seeming a bit shifty.

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“Yes. Anyway. I was surrounded, holding off the horde by using the towel as a whip, when all of a sudden, there’s this yell. And the Princess throws my lightsaber at the pirates’ face!”

Obi-Wan gasped,

“Luckily, her shouting and throwing skills where enough to make the pirates pause, I scooped my saber and beat the rest of the off the ship! And still managed to get back to the planet to deliver the treaty in time.”

“Wow, that’s so cool!” Obi-Wan said, before asking “wait, how did the princess get hold of your lightsaber, didn’t you say it was in your sleeping quarters?”

“Oh. Well. Yes,” knight Averross stumbled out, there was a pointed cough from Master Si, who had been listening to the story from the kitchen.
“Well, you see we had been having a, sleepover. Yeah. A sleepover, for safety, seen as I was meant to be guarding her.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Obi-Wan said, completely missing the glare Master Si threw the Knight.

“Obi, how about you come and help finish dinner.” Master Si suggested gently.

“Sure!”

Master Si must have timed dinner perfectly, just as it was plated up the door opened to Master Dooku and Komari.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what reaction the pair were going to have to the extra guest for dinner. But Komari’s reaction was definitely not what he expected.

“No!” Komari half shouted, folding her arms angrily.

“Ko!!!” Averross called, sounding much happier than Komari, wrapping the grumpy teen up in a hug, ignoring her growled threats.

“Rael, put her down. Komari, please do not stab him.” Master Dooku sighed.

The pair separated, Komari slipping her lightsaber back onto her belt and coming to stand next to Obi-Wan.

“Rael, I wasn’t expecting you back. It’s good to see you.” Master Dooku said, holding out a hand, obviously expecting a handshake or similar.

“Thought I’d surprise you, old man,” Rael ignored the offered hand, pulling Master Dooku into a hug. Master Dooku looked a bit stiff and awkward, but didn’t pull away. Obi-Wan though Averross must be pretty important to his Master, especially if he got away with calling him old man!

“I am indeed surprised, did Si ask you to stay for dinner?”

“Of course, little Obi here even made me tea! Didn’t you kid?”

“Yes, would you like some with dinner Master? We have Kopi!”

“That sounds lovely Padawan mine.”

“Wait! Hold up! What?” Knights Averross interrupted. Causing Obi-Wan and Dooku to pause and look over at him.

“Did you just say Padawan? But what about Ko?”

“Oh, Master Dooku is my other Master.” Obi-Wan explained to a shocked looking Averross.

“Master, how could you not tell me?” Averross complained, although it came out more like a whine, “I would have come back earlier!”

“Erm, what’s going on?” Obi-Wan asked, feeling a bit confused.

“Rael here was my first Padawan,” Master Dooku said.

“I have a brother and you didn’t tell me!” Averross said.

“This isn’t fair, I already have to share Obi with Fett. I don’t want to share him with you too.” Komari grumbled.

“Aren’t you both forgetting Qui-Gon?” Master Dooku said, he looked stern, but Obi-Wan noticed the twitch of a smile.

“Nah, Squigs doesn’t count. Ko can keep him; I’ll have Obi here.” Averross said, pulling Obi-Wan to his side.

“Hey! That’s not fair! I don’t want Qui-Gon either. And I met Obi first, I have dibs.”

There was a loud cough from Master Si interrupting what Obi-Wan guessed was going to become an argument. “How about we table this topic for now? Dinners ready.”

Obi-Wan was about to go take his seat when Averross caught his attention.

“Heyyy, so you know that story I told you before our Master arrived? Could you do me the biggest favour ever, and not tell him?” Averross pleaded, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure exactly why he wouldn’t want his master to know, and was about to ask when Master Dooku’s voice came from behind him.

“And what exactly is Obi-Wan not meant to tell me?” Master Dooku said. Obi-Wan could practically hear Averross gulp behind him. He threw a quick glance at the Knight, before turning back to Master Dooku.

“Knight Averross gave me extra cookies while we had tea, I promise I’ll still eat all my dinner though!”

“Hmm” Master Dooku gave them both a long look. Obi-Wan tried not to look guilty, technically it was true, from a certain point of view. He had a couple of extra cookies while Rael was telling his story. “Very well, as long as it doesn’t happen too often Rael.”

“Pinky promise!” The knight responded, almost too quickly.

Once Master Dooku was out the room he let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks kiddo, I really owe you one. Now come on, I bet Ko’s managed to steal the seat next to yours already.” He muttered as he led Obi-Wan to the table.

Dinner was surprisingly rowdy, Knight Averross loudly telling various stories from his missions and Komari just as loudly arguing over the fact she didn’t believe he did half of them.

The most bizarre thing of the evening was when Komari asked for Jango’s comm code, Obi-Wan wasn’t exactly sure if he should give it over. They didn’t have a good history so far, but the force seemed pleasantly happy at her asking so Obi-Wan handed it over.

It only got stranger when Jango turned up a few days later.

“Ori’vod!”

“Hey Ob’ika,” Jango ruffled Obi-swans hair, ignoring the protests, “is Vosa here?”

“Ko? She should be getting back from her lessons in a few minutes. Why? You’re not going to fight right?” Obi-Wan asked, slightly worried.

“No, I won’t cause a scene again. Promise.”

“I, I guess that’s ok then. But that still doesn’t explain why?”

“Don’t worry your little head about it! We’ve just got a couple of things to plan.”

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes as he looked at Jango, trying to figure out exactly what he was up to. He knew there must be something up, the pair wouldn’t meet up otherwise. But the force didn’t seem overly concerned, it did feel a bit playful, almost like it did while Obi-Wan and Quin were planning pranks.

True to his word, when Komari came back from her lessons both Jango and her didn’t break out into a fight. They did stare at each other for longer than Obi-Wan was comfortable with, until the both seemed to nod, almost like they had found a common ground.

Obi-Wan felt like he should be worried. The force just seemed very amused.