Here's the first chappie to the sequel, Give Me One Good Reason Why, and I hope it's up to all your expectations!

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"Because we feel that you should, Qui-Gon, and so does the Chancellor. They'll be at Docking Bay 302 at 04h30 in the morning. Make sure you arrive on time, since the Chancellor is expecting you to go too."

"But -"

"Follow our orders you should, Master Jinn. Have a feeling that help you, this mission will, I do."

"Alright, Master Yoda." He sighed.

"May the Force be with you, Master Jinn."

"And with you also, Masters." He bowed deeply and left the Council chambers, not exactly looking forward to tomorrow.

Ladies and Gentlemen:

May I present to you (drum roll, please)….

The Sequel to A New Master:

Give Me One Good Reason Why

Chapter One

Mace smiled as he heard his apprentice search through his room for some article he forgot to pack, at four in the morning.

"Uh, Master, I can't find it," Obi-Wan called.

"Oh sure you can. Even I know where it is; you just have to look for it," Mace yelled back. He grinned as he glanced down at the little package he held in his hand for Obi-Wan; he knew that his Padawan would like it.

"Oh, here it is!" The door to his Padawan's room opened and Obi looked out, grinning hugely. "Thanks to you Master, I found my holophoto book." He came on out, grinning like a Cheshire cat, holding his flight bag in one hand and waving his found treasure in the other hand. Mace shook his head, amused. When will that boy ever keep his stuff in one place, he thought to himself, silently laughing. Oh, Obi-Wan was a neat freak; he just kept losing and misplacing stuff.

"Here Obi," he said, holding out his hand with the present in it. "This is for your fifteenth birthday; I hope you like it." Silence. Tearing open the wrapping paper. Then…

"Thank you very much Master," Obi-Wan said, staring at a brand new datapad and holopic of himself and Mace, standing in front of a goo-soaked Council and grinning widely. He looked mischievously up at his Master. "Could we please play a few more pranks on them before we leave?" Mace hesitated. "I got the wax, goo balls, and false detonators ready."

"Oh, alright," Mace grinned down. "Here's the plan." He whispered something into Obi-Wan's war, which made Obi-Wan grin and smile wickedly.

"Yes Master."

As Qui-Gon made his way to the docking bay, he was confronted by Master Yoda, who was covered in green goo and muttering something to himself.

"Stop, you will, Qui-Gon." The little troll hurried over to the tall Jedi Master.

"Uh-oh, what'd I do this time, Master." He sighed heavily, hoping that it wouldn't end up with him teaching another saber class. Master Yoda playfully whacked his shins with his gimer stick.

"Owwwwwwww, Master! What –"

"Threw a goo ball down into the Council chamber you did, then waxed the floor in front so that broke our legs, most of us did, and set off fake detonators, you did, and now covered, the Council chamber is, with pink dye that does not come out except through meditations." Qui-Gon sighed. Yes, he'd thrown down a goo ball, but thought he'd thrown it down the garbage chute, not the Council chamber chute.

"Master, I didn't mean to throw the goo ball down on you guys; it was a mistake. However, I know nothing about waxed floors or about the Council chamber getting painted a new color." A picture came into his head of the stern, stoic Jedi Council being surrounded by pink walls, and he tried to not smile. As Master Yoda continued his rambling, he wondered if the paint had gone and covered the seats…

Okay...end and wouldn't you all like to know where they're all going! Patience, my friends, patience - it will happen! Please Review and help me with the writing, please.

May the Force be with You all and have The HT's blessings on your day.

Jedi Ani Unduli