Collector's Item
by: Shampoo30
Rating: PG
Keyword(s): Obi-Wan, Humor
Summary: Obi-Wan meets a strange chick.
Type: Humor
Note: This is supposed to be humorous and fun. Characterization
is loose. This ones for the girls. Im working on a heavy story, and needed to
do this silly little thing as a story "lite." This is a simple exercise in
humorous smut, mostly plotless, and contains no actual graphic sex, just plenty of
innuendo. I almost named this The
Rape of the Lock (apologies to Alexander Pope), but I was afraid many people wouldnt
get the literary reference and would think this was a rape story (which it is far, far
from). Despite my lofty intentions, I'm making no literary statements here. I pulled from
Jedi Apprentice #3 when I mentioned Obi-Wan's visit home--I'm assuming in this story that
Obi-Wan's parents are still alive when he is twenty. Aw, it doesn't matter. This story
isn't about his mom, anyway. Please write me if you like it (or even if you dont)
(klbennet@opal.iupui.edu)
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Disclaimer: I do not own these charcters. They belong to George Lucas.
These characters are owned by Lucasfilms, Inc., and I'm making no money off them.What wonder then, fair nymph! thy hairs should feel
The conqu'ring force of unresisted steel?
Alexander Pope: The Rape of the Lock
Obi-Wan Kenobi lifted the silk bloom by its green fabric-wrapped wire stem, turning it
this way and that, looking for a price. It was a finely-crafted, yellow, silken
phioxellia, his mothers favorite flower. If he could afford it, shed love it.
At least he hoped she might. He really didnt know her all that well.
It had been ages since his last visit to his parents house, and it would be longer
still before he saw his family again. Lately, the 20-year-old Obi-Wan and his Master,
Qui-Gon Jinn, had been kept extremely busy by the Council and Senate. But a brief break in
their duties had allowed them a two-day stopover in Coruscant, and hed received
permission to send a package from the Temple. Hence this quick shopping trip.
Hed already spent most of his money on various electronics his whole family would
appreciate, but spotting the flower had made him unusually eager to buy a frivolous
present for his mother. He was also eager to quit shopping, something he really
wasnt very good at.
He backed away slightly, looking for a price on the flower bin. Nothing. Maybe the damn
thing was free. But he doubted it. Even Jedi apprentices couldnt wheedle free stuff
from Coruscants stingy shopkeepers.
"Excuse me, sir," he called to the thin, nervous-looking shop owner, who was
paying no attention to his customers. The man stood staring through the transparisteel
storefront window at the sunlit sidewalk outside. "Would you please tell me how much
this is?" Obi-Wan brandished the flower, waving it back and forth in the air like a
floppy yellow-and-green lightsaber.
"Huh?" The man didnt even turn around. Whatever was going on outside was
apparently more interesting than making a sale. "What is it?"
"Its a
flower. Its yellow." Obi-Wans voice was starting
to show his exasperation. "If youd just turn around, youd--"
Further reply was cut off by a piercing shriek from outside. A tingle in the Force.
Trouble. Quick as a flash, Obi-Wan vaulted a row of merchandise bins, long Padawan braid
streaming behind him. He pushed past the stupidly-staring shopkeeper through the door to
the outside.
His senses picked up the trouble immediately. Across the street, in front of a restaurant,
a tall, thin Rodian had a woman in a headlock, and a vibro-knife at her throat. The Rodian
was barking harsh orders at an elderly human man. The old fellow nervously pulled cash and
credit chips from under a counter, placing them in front of the womans attacker. A
robbery? Here? Obi-Wan was appalled.
The woman emitted small, muffled screams, obviously afraid that another insane shriek
would invite a slice to her jugular. Several passers-by stood around, mute, afraid
to take action for the same reason.
Obi-Wan had no such fears. Calmly, he reached out his hand, using the Force to pull the
knife from the Rodian's grip.
Shocked, the burglar watched as his only weapon flew through the air to land in pieces at
the booted feet of a young, human man across the street. A man brandishing a
flower?
With a bewildered look of terror and a low "Uh oh," he threw his hostage roughly
onto the sidewalk and took off running.
Was the Rodian a moron? Obi-Wan wondered. He wouldnt even have to pursue. He drew on
the Force, willing it to surround the running burglar, stopping him in his tracks. The
bystanders were galvanized into action. Several people grabbed the Rodian, restraining him
until Coruscant Security could arrive.
Obi-Wan started across the street to see if the woman was injured. He was stopped by a
yell aimed at his back.
"Hey! Where do you think youre going with that?" The shopkeeper, standing
on the sidewalk outside the store, pointed accusingly at the yellow flower still gripped
in Obi-Wans right hand. "I gotta make a living, you know."
Obi-Wan stared down at his erstwhile weapon, nonplussed. "Oh, sorry. How much is
it?"
"For you? Four credits."
Four credits? "I only have two and a half."
"Well, all right then." The thin salesman appeared to reach a grudging decision.
"Protector of the peace, and all. You can have it for two and a half."
Stingy wasnt the word for these shopkeepers. "Sold." Eager to get across
the street, Obi-Wan dug inside his tunic for his near-empty credit chip and tossed it at
the man.
The salesmans nimble fingers snatched the chip out of the air. "Thanks. By the
way, good job, kid. Pretty stupid of him, wasnt it, to try and rob someone this
close to the Jedi Temple?" The man shook his head and opened his store door.
"But ah, well. Every neighborhood goes to hell sooner or later." With that
parting shot, he pulled the door shut behind him.
Obi-Wan grimaced and shoved the flower into his already-overstuffed pants pocket. He
briefly wished hed worn his voluminous, brown Jedi robes for shoppingthe
pockets inside those things could hold enough parts to build a ship.
A few strides took him to the side of the woman, whod been helped to her feet by the
elderly restaurateur and several bystanders. "Are you all right, miss?" he
asked, concern written on his face.
The woman turned brilliantly-glowing green eyes upon him. Obi-Wan was momentarily
dumfounded. Shes ravishing, he thought, taking in her disheveled but glorious
appearance. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, and stood a few delightful inches
shorter than Obi-Wan. She wore a loose, sky-blue dress that somehow did nothing to hide
her petitely voluptuous form. Long strands of golden hair, escaping a knot on top of her
head, framed an enchanting, doll-like face. Her full, pink lips turned up at the corners
in a breathtaking smile.
The vision spoke. "Is that a flower in your pocket, or are you just happy to see
me?"
"What?" Obi-Wan blurted, bewildered by her words. Hed expected tearful
exclamations of gratitude.
Instead she was decidedly saucy. "I was just admiring your
choice of belt
decoration. It complements your lightsaber, you know. And the way you waved it at that
Rodian, it appears to be just as effective." She pulled her emerald gaze from
Obi-Wan, to turn luminous, grateful eyes on the people surrounding her. "Thank you so
much for your help. Im in good hands now, I just know it. Thank you again," she
breathed, unobtrusively shooing the crowd away so she could be alone with the handsome
young
Jedi.
Obi-Wan was shocked into speechlessness. She was remarkably blasé for someone whod
just had a close encounter with a vibro-knife. He stared at her for a moment, mouth agape.
The woman realized it was up to her to continue the conversation. "Whats your
name? Im Janna. Thank you so much for saving me. I owe you my Very Life!" She
closed her eyes and turned her head dramatically, allowing Obi-Wan a good look at her
slender, elegant neck. The hand she slapped to her chest was also effective in drawing the
young mans attention to even more of her impressively feminine attributes.
"Im Obi-Wan Kenobi. And Im, uh, glad to be of service," he
stammered, bowing, still stunned by her outrageous behavior. And by other things as well.
"But Ive got to be going. Do you need help calling a transport, or
something?"
She snapped out of her Attitude at that, widening her already huge, liquid eyes at
Obi-Wan. "Oh, no, you mustnt leave now. You must let me repay you,
somehow
" She grabbed his arm. "Please."
"No, thank you," he replied with quaint dignity. "I cant accept
payment. Im just glad youre safe."
"Well Im glad, too. Its not every day a girl is rescued so effectively,
and by such a good-looking man." She released Obi-Wan and clasped her hands in front
of her, throwing him a beseeching look. "Please, at least let me make you dinner. I
was just returning from the store, you know." She gestured down at two bags sitting
under a nearby table. "You cant tell me Jedi dont eat. You certainly
dont look starved or anything," she smirked, blatantly admiring his compact,
muscled frame.
Obi-Wan, now amused, laughed back at her. What a hussy, he thought, appreciatively. Her
fawning behavior would fool him no longer. But he was impressed by her show of strength
after her near-death experience, and her boldness made him laugh. Plus she was gorgeous.
Perhaps a little dinner wouldnt hurt
She seemed to know he was considering her offer. "Here, Ill give you my
address." She reached inside her shoulder pack for a card, and handed it to Obi-Wan.
"Give me two hours to get pretty and get something edible prepared. Nothing fancy,
mind you." She poked him in the chest flirtatiously.
Obi-Wan examined the card. Janna Ritte, Antiques, Republic Collectibles. Bought and sold,
by appointment only. Underneath was an address.
He thought about it, hard, for a moment. Qui-Gon wouldnt need him tonight. And
hed been so cooped up lately, traveling system-to-system in small ships on missions
with his Master. An evening with such an amusing female promised to be diverting. He
wouldn't lower himself to read her with the Force, but he was sure her request contained
nothing more sinister than flirtatious gratitude.
The Jedi Masters generally frowned upon frivolous socializing, but one simple dinner with
a pretty girl would break no rules. It wasnt like he was planning to attend a
bacchanalian orgy or anything, he told himself. He would even discuss it with his Master,
first. Reaching a decision, he turned his blue gaze on her, smiling. "So I wont
need my formal robes, then."
"Not at all. Im a lowly antiques dealer. I live above my shop. And Ill
see you, there, in two hours, or Ill page the Temple looking for you. Ta!" With
that, she turned, grabbed her bags and bounced off, shaking her rear feminine attributes
invitingly.
How could he refuse such a command?
****
Two hours later, punctual as always, Obi-Wan arrived at the address Janna had given him.
He depressed the buzzer control on the gray, steel door to her shop, and waited for an
answer. He breathed deeply of the early-evening air. It had been a lovely night for a
walk.
When hed told Qui-Gon about his evening plans, the older man had raised his eyebrows
but hadnt forbidden the outing. Hed only commented, dryly, that he knew
Obi-Wan would have no trouble being a gentleman.
Obi-Wan had been somewhat offended at that. Surely he wasnt such a wet blanket?
Qui-Gon was the quintessential Jedi Master, calm and wise, but he could be somewhat
unconventional, when he wanted. His Master never ceased to be amused at Obi-Wans
quaint attempts to spout Code or the wisdom of Master Yoda. But then, on the other hand,
Qui-Gon was equally swift to reprimand whenever Obi-Wan made a mistake. Obi-Wan still
couldnt always figure out what his Master wanted from him, even after spending eight
years with the man.
His inner reverie was broken by the appearance of Janna at the door. And what an
appearance it was. Whereas hed dressed sensibly in brown pants and a long-sleeved
green tunic, shed felt the need to show a lot of skin. Pale, creamy, skin, showing
along enticingly bare shoulders and plunging down between her impressive female
attributes. Her dark blue dress also revealed too much skin on two shapely legs, where
slits in her skirt reached to mid-thigh.
He may be a gentleman, and a Jedi, but he wasnt dead. Obi-Wans palms began to
sweat. He had to force himself to keep his eyes up, on her face. It wasnt as tough a
task as hed feared. She really was very pretty, smiling at him, displaying dimples
and straight little white teeth.
"Thank you for coming, O handsome sir," she drawled, and turned to let him in.
"I was half afraid you wouldnt show up." Her long, blonde hair was swept
up in the back, showing even more skin where the back of her dress was open to the waist.
Up, he told himself. "Thank you for the invitation, O lovely lady," he replied
gallantly, bowing before following her in and shutting the door. "Im a man of
my word."
"As are all you Jedi." She grinned, then turned and gestured for him to follow
her up a darkly-wooded staircase to a lighted room at the top. "And women of their
word, of course. You do have female Jedi Knights, am I correct?" She turned a saucily
questioning look on him.
Obi-Wan was grateful. Jedi were certainly a safe topic of conversation. "Yes, of
course. Very powerful ones, in fact." He gaped around him as they ascended. The place
looked like a museum storeroom. The buildings lower chambers were unlit, but in the
shadows, he could see shelves and shelves of knicknacks. Boxes were piled everywhere. Even
along the stairwell, things crowded the ledges. Old photos, pieces of equipment, glass
bottlesjust
things. Eyes still wandering, he continued. "I feel I must
inform you, however, that I am not yet a Jedi Knight. Im apprenticed to a Jedi
Master. I dont even live at the Temple."
She was unconcerned. "I know." She stopped at the head of the stairs and waited
for him. He bumped into her, so intent was he on examining her dusty belongings. When he
stopped, startled, she reached out a slender hand to grasp his Padawan braid and run it
softly through her fingers. "You dont live around here long without learning a
few things," she chuckled. She released his braid and slid her hand around to the
back of his head, to fondle the collar-length ponytail he'd been growing. "I also
know that not all Jedi are as serious as you, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
She was very close, shoulder-high, and her warm body radiated sensuality. He could feel
her breath hot against his skin, where his shirt opened at the neck. Perhaps this had been
a mistake. She was very
distracting . Obi-Wan struggled for something to say.
"Oh?" was the best he could come up with.
She played with his hair for a moment. "Such an intense young man." Then, with a
quiet laugh, she backed off and grasped his wrist, pulling him into the room across from
the stairs. It was a softly-lit dining room. Definitely a mistake. "Please excuse the
mess. I only had two hours to clean up, you understand."
"Its fine," he choked, almost reluctant to follow her. She released his
arm and gestured for him to sit at a small table situated in the chambers center. He
sat down heavily, grateful to be away from her overwhelming femininity for a moment.
He took a look around the tiny, intimate room. A small window in the far wall opened into
the night, allowing a soft breeze and muted sounds of the city to blow into the room.
Bowls of vegetables, bread and other delicious-looking dishes covered the blue tablecloth.
The standard look of her utilitarian metal plates and utensils was offset by an elegant,
sunny flower arrangement gracing the center of the table. "Phioxellias?" he
asked, gesturing at the ornate decoration.
"Yes, theyre my favorite flowers." She picked up a corkscrew and proceeded
to open a bottle of wine sitting behind the centerpiece. Her slender fingers were deft,
sure, as she caressed the neck of the bottle and twisted off the top. Sweat ran in
rivulets down the sides of the dark, smooth glass. Her golden ringlets, and other things,
bounced entrancingly with her efforts. Watching her, Obi-Wan started to feel suspiciously
warm. She continued, as if unaware of the seductiveness of her actions.
"Isnt it an amazing coincidence, that you just happened to be wielding a
phioxellia when you rescued me this afternoon?"
"Well, I dont know about that," he squeaked, trying desperately to look
anywhere but at her. Where was his vaunted Jedi control, dammit? He hadnt endured
nineteen years of training and meditation for it to desert him, now. "Uh, no wine for
me, please. Do you have any water, perhaps?" Cold water?
"Of course. But I shall indulge, first." She tilted her head back and raised the
bottle to her mouth, taking a generous swig of the wine. She watched Obi-Wan as she
swallowed it, licking her pink lips suggestively. "I'll be right back." She then
bounced, literally, out of room.
Obi-Wan breathed a momentary sigh of relief. He was definitely starting to think he
shouldnt have come. It had been a long time since hed been alone with a
woman-- one who wasnt a Jedi, that is. And it wasnt like he had a lot of
experience with this sort of thing, anyway. Jedi training didnt allow a lot of time
for socializing.
Janna was just a nice girl, a very nice girl, who was fixing him dinner. She couldnt
help being attractive, he told himself, and was only naturally flirtatious. He was the one
with the problem, the raging libido. He sought the Force, its calming influence, to allay
his feverish state.
His temperature was very nearly back to normal when Janna re-entered the room, bearing a
wineglass full of ice water. He took it from her gratefully. "Thank you."
"No problem. Here, have some bread. Dig in." She plopped down next to him. Of
course she jiggled delightfully as she sat. "Paurra?" she asked, picking up a
bowl of vegetables. At his nod, she leaned over and spooned a few of the red slices onto
his plate, affording him a view of her navel.
Which I shouldnt be looking at, he told himself. Surely she wasnt doing it on
purpose. Was she? The mere possibility doubled his body temperature yet again. He
couldnt help stealing another glance down her invitingly open dress, then back up at
her face.
To his surprise she leered at him, wickedly. She returned the bowl to the table, and
slowly rose to stand before him. Her belly pressed up against his shoulder, and her eyes
never left his face. Those green depths were alive with desire, with possibility
His
already inflamed hormones kicked into hyperdrive.
No. He had to get away, escape her stifling closeness. He jumped up, intending to move to
the open window.
Janna grabbed his braid as he started to turn, pulling him back towards her, against her.
"We can always eat later, Obi-Wan Kenobi," she breathed, seductively. Slowly,
she raised the end of his braid to her shining lips. She opened her mouth and slid out a
pink tongue, wrapping the strands of his hair around it with a soft moan.
Well, thought Obi-Wan, breathing hard. Here was the moment of decision. She couldn't have
been more obvious if she'd been wearing a sign.
He had to be truthful with himself. She'd been wearing a sign from the moment he met her.
He just hadn't chosen to read it. There was only one reason for him to be there, right
now, and it wasn't a very good one.
But at this point, he really didn't care.
****
A couple of sweaty hours later, Obi-Wan, exhausted but happy, lay stretched out on his
stomach on the rumpled bed. He grinned at Janna, who sat on the wooden floor making
inroads on their now-cold dinner. She had grabbed a sheet from the bed for modestys
sake, but she hardly bothered to cover herself with it.
Obi-Wan lounged comfortably, all his earlier nervousness gone. It was hard to remain shy
in light of such energetic intimacies as theyd shared earlier.
"How old are you, anyway?" She asked the question, bringing her wineglass to her
mouth and taking a healthy swallow. Obi-Wan watched in delight as several drops escaped
her lips to fall upon her magnificent bosoms.
"Twenty," he answered dreamily.
"Huh. I would have guessed you a couple years younger, perhaps."
"Hmph." His baby-face was the bane of his existence. "You must prefer your
men very young, then."
She giggled. "Not at all. Just sexy." She crawled over next to the bed, reaching
out once again to finger the rope of hair hanging from his shoulder. "And do you
realize just how sexy this braid is?" She asked, then released his hair after an
extended moment.
What was it with his hair, anyway? "Well, it'll be gone the instant I pass the
trials. Snip!" He made a scissors motion with his fingers.
"And when will that be?"
Obi-Wan reached out to a plate on the floor and broke into a piece of bread, shoving it
into his mouth. "Not too long. Five years, perhaps."
"Mmmm. I'll be gone by then. So I'll miss your victory celebration." She waved a
hand expansively around the room, indicating with one sweep the piles of knicknacks.
"Us antique dealers. Always on the move. I've packed and unpacked this room three
times in the last ten years, at least."
"What exactly do you sell, anyway?" Obi-Wan looked around the cluttered
bedchamber, chewing. "This stuff all looks like junk."
"Junk?" She pouted prettily in mock offense, and eyed her belongings fondly.
"Downstairs, perhaps. But everything in here belongs to my private collection. Except
you. However, based on what Ive seen so far," here she eyed him lasciviously,
"Im prepared to make you a generous offer."
He pretended to consider it for a moment. "Tempting. But my Master would
disapprove."
"Perhaps Ill make him an offer, too," she teased. "My collection is
already legendary. Would you like to see some of it?" Animatedly, she stood up,
leaving the sheet pooled on the floor. "I even have a few rare
Jedi
collectibles."
"Jedi collectibles?" There was no such thing. "Sure, Ill have a
look." How could he refuse when she looked so charming?
She bounced to the corner, bits of her jiggling all the way. She bent over for a moment
and returned bearing a brass-bound wooden box. She blithely shoved plates away with her
bare foot, making room on the floor in front of Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan was surprised to see that the old-fashioned box bore a modern, electronic lockpad.
Entering a code, Janna opened it and reached inside for a sheaf of papers. "Have a
look at these," she stated proudly, proferring the stack to Obi-Wan. "Be
careful. Theyre very old."
He took the documents and examined them for a moment, shuffling through them. No, it
couldnt be. They were written in ancient Corellian, not one of Obi-Wans
stronger languages. From what he could read, though, they appeared to be a peace treaty
between Corellia and the Barail system, signed by legendary Jedi Master Tan-El Keneb.
"These cant be real. Theyre copies, arent they?" he asked her.
But peeling, gold foil seals adorned each of the yellowed pages, seemingly confirming
their validity.
"Of course not. Im no amateur. Theyre real." She grinned at him
smugly. "Cant you tell?" She reached out for them, only trusting him so
far with her treasure.
Strangely enough he could. He could feel the ancient Force imprint on them, distant but
distinct. He handed them back, respectfully. "These must be over a thousand years
old. How can they be in such good condition?"
"They used good paper in those days. And preservatives. Here, look at this." She
passed him a small, silver dagger, embedded with jewels. "That, my handsome young
friend, is from the Guruul Dynasty."
Wow. At least three thousand years old. And still extremely sharp, with a deadly cutting
edge. This item was Force-sensitive, too, sending a thrilling tingle up his arm. A
powerful Jedi must have carried this ornamental weapon. He handed it back, more and more
impressed. "What else do you have?"
"Mmm. How about this?" Setting the dagger on the floor, she pulled out a
cylindrical, metallic object.
It was made of a compound unfamiliar to Obi-Wan, but its identity was unmistakable. An
ancient lightsaber. Holding it out, he depressed the button. Nothing happened. Opening it
cautiously, he could see the focusing crystal was absent. A real treasure, nonetheless.
"Very nice." He handed it back reluctantly. "Can you possibly top
that?"
"Nope," she answered cheerfully. "I have other things, but theyre
gimcracks and geegaws, mostly. Sentimental value only, you understand."
He looked at her with a new respect. "Not quite. How did you acquire these things?
And have you taken them to the Temple? We have some archivists who would kill to get their
hands on those."
She grinned at him cunningly. "Im not revealing any sources. And no, I
havent taken them to the Temple. As I said, these belong to my private
collection." She closed the box and rose to replace it in the corner.
"Why do you collect Jedi artifacts?"
"Childhood fascination, I guess. Plus, Im good at it." She pouted at him
charmingly. "Which reminds me. You seem more impressed with my antiques than you do
with me. I shall have to try harder, I see." So saying, she jumped up and pranced
over to climb on the bed and straddle Obi-Wans bottom. She reached out with soft
fingers and slid them languidly up his back to play with his hair once again.
She felt great sitting there. Obi-Wan almost relaxed under her warm touch. But something
felt wrong, out of place. What was it? He felt a tiny tug, at his braid
"Hey!" Suddenly, he knew. He flipped over, sending Janna flying off his back to
tumble off the side of the bed, giggling. Obviously, she wasnt hurt.
But his head felt suspiciously lighter. He reached up a hand to feel his hair. "You
didnt!"
"Nope. I missed. But I got this!" She pulled herself up on the edge of the bed,
smiling wickedly. She held several inches of light brown hair, along with the silver
dagger, in her raised fingers.
He could feel, thankfully, that his braid was still in place. But something was missing.
He reached around, and felt only a tuft of ragged hair where his ponytail had been.
"Why in the world did you do that?" he demanded, upset. "Give it
back!"
"Too late. You cant reattach it."
"You were after my braid, werent you? Thats very important to me! All of
it is important," he snapped at her, accusingly. "Are you insane?"
Far from being offended, she merely laughed at his outraged expression. "You sounded
so much like you wanted to be rid of it. Snip!" she said, mimicking his earlier
action.
"Im not a part of your collection."
"You are now."
"You are insane. Im leaving." So saying, he jumped off the bed. Keeping
his distance from her, he tried to collect his clothing. Boots
boots
where were
they
Ah, the dining room. He pulled on his pants as he made for the other room.
"Dont be upset," she called after him, laughing. "Itll grow
back. And you dont have to leave. I promise to be good
"
"Right," he snapped, aggravated. "Who knows what youll try to cut off
next." Donning his boots, he started down the stairs. "I appreciate the dinner,
I really do. But Im not prepared to lose anything else. Goodbye!" he called up
to her, huffily, as he opened the door.
"No, thank you, Obi-Wan Kenobi, for the delightful memento!" she yelled down at
him. "I shall treasure it always!" She then broke into another fit of the
giggles.
But he was already gone.
****
Obi-Wan sulkily entered the chamber he shared with Qui-Gon. His master, dressed for bed,
was stretched out on a chair, reading a datapad. He glanced up idly as his fuming
apprentice stalked past him without a word.
"And how was your evening, young Padawan?" he asked in an amused tone.
"Dont ask, Master. Please." Obi-Wan made for the mirror in the refresher
room, to get a look at the extent of the damage. This would teach him not to run around
with strange women, he berated himself.
"All right, then." Strange. "Well, Im glad youre back. You need
to get some rest. The Council wishes to speak with us tomorrow morning." Qui-Gon shot
a curious glance after Obi-Wan. "By the way, didnt you used to have more
hair?"
Obi-Wan turned to the older man with a speaking glare. "Master, please--"
"Let me guess. Dont ask."
"Right."
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