I’ve been bogged down by Reprise recently so I decided to write a short, lighthearted little SW oneshot.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, senior Jedi padawan and acting senatorial escort, picked his way through the meandering partygoers to stand at Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn’s elbow.
“We have a problem.”
Qui-Gon betrayed no reaction, but tilted his head slightly toward his apprentice in attendance. “What kind of problem?” He glanced over his shoulder briefly and frowned. “What have you done with the senator?”
Obi-Wan winced. “That’s just it. I’m afraid someone is trying to assassinate her.”
“And you left her alone?”
In an uncharacteristic show of frustration, Obi-Wan sighed heavily. “It’s not like that – someone offered her a drink. Tea. She doesn’t like tea, or so she said. She gave it to me. I drank it.”
Qui-Gon was frowning, half at the explanation and half and his apprentice’s unusual behavior and clipped tone. “And from this you learned that someone wants her dead?”
“It’s been laced with toxins. I can tell.” As if on cue, Obi-Wan wavered on his feet. His master frowned.
“What kind of toxins? Obi-Wan, stop staring at the Prime Minister.”
“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan blinked and struggled to point his eyes in a Qui-Gon-ish direction. “That’s another problem. I’ve completely lost my vision.”