The Journal of a Master

[ooc: possibly in reference to this particular session, but definitely riffing off that idea if the timing on the other thread won't allow for that exact class.]


The 7-year-old initiates of Obi-Wan's old clan lined up in ranks, each student no closer than four feet from their neighbours; as one, they move through the cadences starting with Form I and moving through Form VI. Once they reach the end of the sequence, they come to an easy rest for several seconds and then begin once more.

Standing before them, eying them critically as they flow through the movements, is Obi-Wan. His cloak is conspicuously absent, and can be seen draped over a bench that's pushed against one wall of the gymnasium. Upon and around that bench are also the dozen or so lightsabres that belong to the younglings currently running drills. The Master walks through the ranks, offering a word of encouragement or correction here and there.

In all, it's a fairly standard scene in the life of the Jedi Temple and its curriculum, despite the fact that it's Obi-Wan overseeing this class and not Master Drallig. Of course, for someone not familiar with the formalities of Temple training, the sight is possibly mesmerizing...

Title: Confessions: Galactic Conversations Redux
Prompt: FF100 #086. Choices
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 1,075
Rating: PG
Warnings Uh, spoilers for AOTC? Which, at this late date, means you must be new.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Anakin follows up with Obi-Wan about their previous conversation.
Author's Notes: Continuing in my Confessions-verse.

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Anakin's summons wasn't wholly unexpected, but the coordinates for their meeting were; Obi-Wan found himself entering the Galactic Museum for the second time in as many weeks, but instead of the entrance to the Hyperdrive wing, his apprentice was pacing outside the hall leading to the Art Gallery.

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Title: Confessions: A War Begins
Prompt: FF100 #001. Beginnings
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count:
Rating: PG
Warnings Uh, spoilers for AOTC? Which, at this late date, means you must be new.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin head to Geonosis to help Master Allie, who's been captured.
Author's Notes: Continuing the ground-work for my Confessions-verse. Dialogue shamelessly stolen from AOTC.

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R2-D2 summoned both Jedi and Senator to the Naboo ship with an urgent message from Master Stass Allie; the Tholothian Jedi had picked up the tracking signal from the beacon Obi-Wan had placed on Jango Fett's and followed it to Geonosis. She had infiltrated the compound and discovered that the Trade Federation, the Techno Union, the InterGalactic Banking Clan, and others had come together to discuss the emergence of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Together they would exacerbate the alarming trend of nations seceding from the Republic by declaring open warfare upon the august body of the Senate. In the midst of her report, blaster fire erupted from somewhere off-camera, forcing Allie to draw her lightsabre in defense. Destroyer droids entered the holocam field just as Master Allie stepped out of view. Moments later the transmission cut off.

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After dining with Anakin and talking with Dex, Obi-Wan decided to head back to the Temple and hit up the Archives to brush up on his ancient history. Madam Nu was only too pleased to help him dig up old records spanning from 1,000 to 1,500 years ago. Some of his readings warranted going back further in time, but as events prior to the Third Battle of Ruusan weren't a factor in their strange guest's history yet, he saw no reason to follow up on anything that led him there.

When the screen began to blur on him, he realized that he'd spent more than several hours pouring over material and it was high time for him to take a break. Besides, his brain needed to process what he'd read, and it couldn't do that while staring blankly at a computer terminal.

He wandered for a bit, arms crossed over his chest and tucked up the sleeves of his robe as a slight frown ghosted over his features. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, but when he finally snapped his focus back into place he wasn't exactly surprised to find himself on the threshold of The Room of a Thousand Fountains. It was his usual place of contemplation, meditation, and solitude, so it was only natural that his unconscious mind would lead him here.

And so here he is, about to step into the expansive arboretum, with the history of the Republic playing on the back-burner of his mind. The scene is just begging to be intruded upon...

Title: Semantics
Prompt: 001. Ceiling/003. Watermelon
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 265
Rating: G
Warnings Super silly. Death of a major fruit.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin have one of their many incidents regarding faulty communication.
Author's Notes: ...what else was I supposed to do with these two prompts?! *INNOCENT* [Oh man, I'm so behind. Sorry for not posting in a while!!!]

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( Context is everything! )

To any mods that come popping by:

Many apologies for not posting since the summer, but my joblessness gave way to holy crap interviews! which in turn led to a full-time retail position that has been kicking my ass.

I will be seriously sitting down to cover what I can from the August to November prompts I missed once NaNo is over or I give up.

Please don't hurt me!


~ The Writer

Title: Gooey
Prompt: 005. Slime
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG
Warnings None
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan wants to know why this always happens to him.
Author's Notes: IDEK.

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Jedi were supposed to be graceful beings, able to perform daring and impressive movements without even blinking; they were well schooled in keeping control of their bodies, emotions, and thoughts. Most Jedi knew when to be serious and when to alleviate the mood with amusement. And, of course, the Jedi always saw failure as a learning opportunity, a means of recognizing faults and short-comings with the intention of improving upon them.

So the fact that Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi Padawan, was currently sprawled on his back and covered head-to-toe in translucent, smelly goo, with stars swimming before his eyes as his thoughts turned slightly contemptuous, made the young man wonder where he fit into the whole Jedi thing. Or perhaps he was a victim of circumstance; while the Jedi were all of those things, perhaps events sometimes had a way of over-coming their meticulous training.

The mostly-stifled snort that accompanied a shadow eclipsing his prone form had Obi-Wan revising his assessment. He wasn't the victim of anything, save for his Master's capriciousness. Obi-Wan tried to school his features into a glare of some sort, but the smell and the goo and the stars still swimming before him made it difficult. He settled for simply clearing his vision and focusing on his mentor, instead. Qui-Gon stood over him, hands tucked into the sleeves of his robes and an eyebrow raised inquisitively.

"I suppose," Qui-Gon said, as if nothing more was amiss, "that the creature didn't find you as tasty a morsel as it had hoped. Anything damaged?"

"Only my pride and dignity, Master," Obi-Wan responded with a sigh. He shut his eyes, not really wanting to see the twinkle of laughter in his Master's eyes. "Only my pride and dignity."

Title: A Lesson in Levitation
Prompt: 002. Levitate
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 528
Rating: G
Warnings None :)
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Bant schools Obi-Wan on the finer points of levitiation.
Author's Notes: None, for once :) Enjoy!

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The sound of rushing water that permeated the Room of a Thousand Fountains was a dim background noise for Obi-Wan as he focused on keeping Bant cradled in a pocket of the Force. He could feel a similar pocket supporting him, as he sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees. His eyes were closed to the sights around him, but he didn't need to open them to know what he would see: the flora and various water sources of the room surrounded him and Bant, as did ten feet of air. The two young Jedi had been playing this game since they were children, the height at which they held the other aloft continuing to grow as they did in both age and mastery of the Force. While they were both capable of taking the other higher than ten feet, they had decided to keep the distance from the ground modest, as this was the first time they had tried it in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

( Light as Air )

Quick note in case any mods come knocking:

I was planning to catch up with my prompts back during December, but underestimated the suckage of this year's retail hell. I will be resuming prompts with January's set, with the intention of catching up when I can :p


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Title: New Management
Prompt: 006. The Bar is Closed
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 140
Rating: PG-13
Warnings None :)
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: There's a bit of an unruly crowd and Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are sent to investigate.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I got nothin'.

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( Another Day, Another Investigation )