Scandals of the Jedi Temple

By Seven

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Summary: Obi-Wan and his friends inadvertantly start a landslide of rumors- but which ones
are true?
Rating: PG Time
Period: Ten years before TPM.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Lucas owns all of the characters, and I do not make money off of them. None at
all!
 

"You're kidding me!" Obi-Wan Kenobi leaned as far as he could over the cafeteria table.

"I'm not," Temeidis replied in a whisper. "It was Knight Alliono. She was ALL over him."

Bant's already round eyes were even rounder. "You caught them kissing?"

Temeidis nodded, glancing around the enormous, high-ceilinged room. Obi-Wan raised his
eyebrows and grinned. "You have to admit, life with Master Libenan Mallion is never dull."

"I wish we could switch Masters sometimes," Temeidis announced.

"You do?" Obi-Wan asked. Master Mallion, one of the younger Jedi Knights, was well-known
for his many and varied romances, none of which lasted long. Master Yoda grumbled about
the young Knight's love life, but it had never interfered with missions or training.

"Yeah. Then I remember the time Qui-Gon found you dancing on the furniture in your
underwear, and I'm thankful to have a master who knocks."

"Ha ha."

Temeidis wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Well, I'm off." He glanced at the ornate old clock on
the wall, and grinned. "Bant, it's the day."

Bant frowned. "What day... oh. That day."

Temeidis dropped down on one knee and held his hands out to Bant. "Bant, will you go out
with me."

"No."

"I'm hurt. I may never recover."

Obi-Wan watched the two grinning padawans with a secret smile of his own. It was a ritual
that Temeidis always remembered to the day. Ever since the two of them had been toddlers in
the nurseries, Temeidis had asked Bant on the fourth day of the new year to go out with him.
"You have a brain like clockwork, Temeidis."

"I aim to please." Temeidis bowed. "And now, I bid you goodbye, my friends."

****

Qui-Gon Jinn had never managed to learn how to whistle, but he was humming with
contentment as he walked through the corridors. Many of the Jedi were currently on
leave--the Republic was, for once, relatively trouble- free.

"EEEEEEEYYAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Until now, that was.

Qui-Gon automatically fell into fighting stance as a bloodcurdling shriek came from... Adi
Gallia's room?

A moment later, the Council member sprang out of her bedroom. She was wearing nothing but
a towel, tightly held around her torso, and her brown hair was hanging around her wet face
in sodden strands.

"Adi?" Qui-Gon tried to keep his eyes where they belonged. "What's going on?"

Adi pushed back her wet hair. "There... is a sandbeetle the size... of a womprat in my
shower," she panted. "And I just found out... that my soon-to-be-dead padawan... took my
lightsaber."

Qui-Gon smiled and raised an eyebrow. "I'll handle it." He pulled his lightsaber from his belt and
ignited it, then started into the room.

****

"Master?" Obi-Wan called, wandering down the corridor. He could sense that Qui-Gon was
somewhere near, but exactly where-

The doors of Master Adi Gallia's room swished open, and Qui-Gon strolled out. Obi-Wan
ducked around a corner, listening and peering around it.

And he almost fainted. Master Adi Gallia stepped out after his master, not wearing her usual
Council robes and traditional headdress--instead, she was wearing only a towel, and not a
very long one at that. Obi-Wan could feel his eyes beginning to bulge.

And as the horrified padawan watched, Master Gallia wrapped Qui-Gon in a bear hug. "You
were great," she said loudly.

Obi-Wan slammed against the wall, eyes wide.

"It was nothing much," Qui-Gon replied with a smile.

Obi-Wan jammed his fist against his mouth to keep a squeak from escaping.

"Ooh, your towel..."

Obi-Wan's eyes opened wider.

Adi glanced down at her rapidly-sinking towel and turned away for a moment to readjust it,
then stepped back into her room. "You're a darling, Qui-Gon Jinn."

As the door whisked shut, Qui-Gon smiled and wandered off, around the corner, and almost
bumped into Obi- Wan. The apprentice looked up at him with an expression he couldn't
identify, his hand pressed tightly against his mouth and his face pale.

"Are you all right, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked.

"Yes..." Obi-Wan coughed--the "yes" had come out as a squeak. "I'm fine, thank you, Master."

Qui-Gon half-smiled. "Well, it's time for lightsaber practice. Come on, padawan."

Obi-Wan seemed to sleepwalk after his master, eyes still wide with shock. Oh merciful
heavens, he thought wildly. What are Temeidis and Bant going to say?

TBC