Author's Note: Well, here it is, the much anticipated Jinn Christmas special. Anticipated by at least one author that is, you know who your are :). This is only a TEASER chapter, so if things change in the future, no stone throwing. this book has not finished being written either. Normally, under those circumstances I do not post it, however, someone out there is chewing their tongue in half to get their hands on these words, so here's a bit for you.
Chapter 1: Sneaking Out
When it was initially mentioned, he thought it was simply the utter most ridiculous thing he had ever been forced to hear. And from his master no less! Well, perhaps that was not so dramatic a surprise. But regardless, was Qui-Gon truly serious? After what the two of them just finished doing?
"You can't be serious." Obi-Wan's voice betrayed him. It held all the contempt his heart was feeling with none of the reservations he should have displayed. He was a Padawan only. To defy his Master's words would be insanity.
Qui-Gon obviously did not miss his tone as Obi-Wan had wished. His eyes set on the boy strictly. "Now, my young Padawan, just what does that mean?"
Force, he was in trouble already. And it was only five in the morning. A new record. "Oh . . .uh . . . well . . ." he stuttered for something to resurrect himself. "You know."
Qui-Gon said nothing. His eyes still severely set on Obi-Wan.
"Master, we just got back is all. And, well, aren't we . . . sort of . . . grounded?" his voice was hardly audible at the end.
Jinn, who had been sitting peacefully with the cursed invitation in his hand, was now at his feet. "Padawan Kenobi, you know very well this changes everything!" He waved the piece of flimsy flamboyantly. Obi-Wan collapsed into a seat, head in his hands.
"After all," Qui-Gon went on, walking back and forth. "This is no simple gathering. It is the very display of my culture's heritage. It is incredibly honorable to be invited to such an event. Master Windu himself even observes cultures of his home world as well as Adi Gallia, Billaba, Yaddle . . . Why should I not attend?"
Obi-Wan's mouth had run away without him. "Because its hosted by your banished Jedi father and banished Jedi mother and the Council is rounding up every one of your brothers it knows of like mad men to keep them from going."
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed. "And?"
"And I'm saying that's probably the only reason we've been grounded in the first place. After all, I didn't intend to crash that ship."
"Neither did I intend on removing that Clathan's hand." Qui-Gon added. "So there is no other reason for us to be kept here beside oppression for personal beliefs."
Obi-Wan raised his eye brow. "Master, it's just Christmas for Sith's sake!"
Qui-Gon waved the paper again. "Obviously, Obi-Wan, you have never had a good Christmas."
The apprentice's eyebrow stayed raised. "What? Last year when I was marooned on Rudan didn't count? Or the year before when you were ill, then made me ill and we spent two weeks in the healing quarters?"
"I will take that as a no." Jinn went on. "Well, Jedi take it we are going. And we are leaving now, before any one alerts the Council."
Obi-Wan groaned. "Force, Master, I'm in enough trouble as it is. I don't want to see Taka, Master Sida, or Jalen. I've met them. I get it. I had to grovel for a week to get Yoda to take me back after what we did on Hoth. This time, they will separate us for sure!"
"Oh, stop whining." Qui-Gon told him, pulling him out of his seat and pushing in the direction of their room. "Get changed. I'll call Veiss and he'll have us on his ship in no time."
"Veiss?" Obi-Wan questioned.
"A brother." Jinn explained. "Now get changed, and hurry. Master Windu is sure to be afoot."
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Next time: Jedi Assassin and Drinking Games