|The Naboo Ship
"Now stay out of trouble." Obi-Wan said briskly as he left Jar Jar in the hold with the droids. That thing was beginning to get on his nerves. There was something strange about a creature that could that use its own tongue to lasso food from a plate. A neat trick, certainly, but not the sort of thing that Coruscant society would approve of. They thought the Jedi were weird enough without seeing them scale a building using lip suction only...
He was about to close the door behind him when he got an idea…
He could be wrong but he felt as if Obi-Wan wasn't really getting along with everyone else in the party. He just wasn't making the effort or pulling his weight: instead he was moping about miserably with a rather constipated expression on his face. The master decided that maybe he ought to have a word with his padawan on matters of politeness and unacceptable laziness. He couldn't afford to let him slip up now.
"Padawan." Qui-Gon said.
"Oh, It's you. What do you want?" Obi-Wan sulked.
"I wanted to have a little chat."
"We had that when I was thirteen." Kenobi pouted.
"No…not that one." Jinn sighed. "Look there's no easy way of saying this, padawan, but I can't help but feel as if you don't really like anyone else on the ship. Now why would that be?"
"That's not true, master!" Kenobi protested before his smile cracked into a devilish grin. "I think the queen's a right little raver!"
"Hmmm. I'm not sure that's quite how you address the monarch, even in these enlightened and liberal days." Qui-Gon mused. "What about Jar Jar?"
"Him?" Obi-Wan shrugged. "He's just a pathetic lifeform. Why should I care about that Gungan nonentity?"
"Padawan!" scolded Qui-Gon. "Show some respect!"
Obi-Wan pulled a face.
"You aren't doing your share around here. You've had the handmaidens…"
"I have not!"
"…let me finish." Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. "You've had the handmaidens doing the maintenance on the ship!"
"There's no such thing as a free ride, not even for the queen of Naboo." Obi-Wan pronounced.
"I'm beginning to worry about you, padawan." Jinn pondered as they headed through to the kitchen prep unit. "I think you might be showing dark side tendencies."
Obi-Wan shrugged and picked up a tray.
"Look, I am sorry you think I'm not pulling my weight around here. And I am not going over to the darkside."
Qui-Gon nodded as he and Obi-Wan wandered through to speak with Panaka and Amidala.
"Where's Jar Jar?" The Queen asked imperious monotone.
"I've got no idea." Obi-Wan picked a glass of the tray and offered it to her.
"Orange goo, anyone?"
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