Author's Thanks: to Dark Lord Daishi, MusicDreamer, Jedi Knight Padme, & jedi keliam kenobi!
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Sorry for so long a wait. Fan fiction is currently on the non-receiving end of my writing cycle (meaning I've been writing original stuff).
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"So…" Siri caught up to him in the hall. "Did you tell Master Yaddle?"
Obi-Wan avoided her gaze. "She laughed at me."
Padawan Siri Tachi shrugged and gave Kenobi a comforting pat on the back. "My Master scolded me with some of the more colorful language I thought only I picked up on missions. Said I was being a disrespectful—"
She caught herself and blushed. "Um…"
He stopped at one window overlooking Coruscant's streets. "Do you think they're doing it to themselves?"
The blonde coughed back a laugh. "And toying with some Padawans about a specific person doing it? I think that would be a little much, even for Master Halcyon."
Obi-Wan snorted. They all knew the rumors about Jedi Knight Nejaa Halcyon. "I doubt th…"
A reflection in the window caught both of the Padawans' attention. The glanced at each other and turned around.
A sour-faced Master Yaddle waddled down the hall, her normally golden brown hair crimson. It looked odd, on her hale olive green skin.
Actually, it sort of matched it.
Siri snickered, and Obi-Wan had to cough horrendously to avoid doing the same. "Oh, my!" He gasped. "Pardon, Master!"
"Good morning, Master Yaddle!" called Master Ki-Adi-Mundi. Obi-Wan saw Master Billaba beside him, attentive to her fellow Master.
Yaddle snorted and continued down the hall to the Council chambers.