|The Chosen One
"Obi-Wan, I've told you before."
"But Master, this is just a farce! The council will not go along with this!"
"And why is that?" Qui-Gon tugged impatiently on his beard. Why did Obi-Wan always have to question his every motive? Why could he not just trust him for once?
"He's…he's…" Kenobi spluttered, searching for the right words.
"Well, yes he is! But that was not what I was about to say and you know it! Master, the council will take one look at him and laugh!"
"No they won't."
"Obi-Wan, please. I must do what I must."
"And so must I…and right now I must tell you that this is the biggest mistake of your life!" Obi-Wan sighed, knowing that Qui-Gon was utterly unmoveable on this one. "Please. Reconsider this time before we go in and face total humiliation."
"He is the chosen one. Why can't you see it?"
Obi-Wan groaned and let his shoulders slump.
"I'm going to find a wall to thump my head off repeatedly." He muttered, walking behind Qui-Gon as they made their way to the council chambers.
"Master Qui-Gon?" Yoda peered up at him, surprised. "Something more you have to say?"
Jinn walked forward, steering the bewildered figure into the centre of the circle so that all the jedi could take a good look at him. One by one mouths began to drop as they leaned forward, staring.
"I request that this Gungan be trained as a jedi."
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