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Title: Jedi Vid Screen
Author:
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif "[info]") heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: Star Wars, Master Qui-Gon Jinn/Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rating: Adult
Warning: a bit of the old sub/Dom kink, especially if you follow the links.
Disclaimer: This is NOT what George Lucas meant for his Jedi masters and padawans to do in their spare time. Not that George Lucas showed much of what Jedi do in their off hours. So we'll call this unfounded speculation that infringes on no copyrights, shall we?
Note: This is part of a series of Jedi Kink stories, but the entire series is not required to understand what's going on. You need only know that Qui-Gon Jinn is, indeed, Obi-Wan Kenobi's master.
Dedication: this is dedicated to the lovely, charming and talented sue_chose_this, who makes the vids that make me perv.
Thank you, Sue, for all the joy you have given to me and to all your viewers. You are a very special padawan, and I would love to master you some day. Unless you wanted to be the master, of course.
Jedi Vid Screen
Padawan Chose-Sue This sat calmly at her console, awaiting the critical response to her latest creation, which was playing on the large vid screen in the small, private viewing booth.
Though one of the top students in the technical program, and one of the most senior padawans in the order, Padawan This was not in training to become a Jedi Knight in the field. Her talents lay in the technical and artistic realms, specifically in surveillance technology and the vid arts. For her culminating project, the completion of which would earn her knighthood, she had undertaken a complete re-edit of the entire junior Jedi training vid series. Her work had been close to finished when she had been asked to put it aside for a time to perform a special task by one of the most revered masters in the order, Mace Windu.
Padawan This was an excellent Jedi, as dedicated and as diligent as any field operative, and no one doubted her value to the Order - so it was never doubted that she would accept the mission and perform it admirably - but this special project was a welcome reprieve from the tedious process of updating the curriculum. There are only so many times a padawan can take hearing the code recited over the images of famous knights (some quite old and unattractive) performing the first seven forms (the most boring in the sequence) before the uncontrollable urge to produce a parody strikes.
Padawan This kept the parody discs safely locked away in her quarters.
Special tasks were nothing new. Security issues often required instant responses that took skilled vid makers away from their usual routines. This particular special project dovetailed nicely with Padawan This's hobby, so it had not only been a break from the tedium but also quite enjoyable in and of itself. But how her finished project would ultimately be received was still in question.
Master Mace Windu sat still, fingers steepled, chin resting on his thumbs, as he glowered at the vid screen. His admirable Jedi non-movement was disturbed by the sudden arch of an eyebrow.
Padawan This was not too worried. She had not disappointed the venerable master. She knew his reaction only proved that her work had confirmed his suspicions, an analysis further supported by a twitch in Master Yoda's left ear.
The project had sounded simple enough at the start. Master Windu had asked Padawan This to edit a piece showing the day-to-day interaction between members of a typical Jedi team. The purpose of this vid had been vaguely identified as "something to illustrate the bond and trust between master and padawan, and its importance to the training process." At first, Padawan This had assumed the vid was meant to reassure nervous parents of force-sensitive younglings that the order would care well for their children, and to show that there was no danger of harm from the close relationship the child would be expected to form with his or her master. (It was natural for parents to be concerned about an organization that used loaded terminology, especially since some of them came from worlds where words like 'master' had a whole other meaning.)
Padawan This had anticipated a week or so of careful editing of scenes of everyday life - lessons, training, physical education, meditation, chores, recreation - illustrating the wholesomeness of Jedi education and the tranquility of life at the Temple, as well as the effectiveness of the training and essential worth of the training bond, all set to a soothing soundtrack of harmonium and Fralaaxian chimes.
But when Master Windu had specified that the master-padawan relationship to be studied would be that of Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan This's force-sensitive whiskers had bristled immediately.
So much for typical.
To be sure, Jinn and Kenobi were an excellent tem, well-respected and effective in the field, but they were hardly average or ordinary. Master Jinn was too unorthodox to accurately represent the typical daily activities of the Order. And Kenobi was… well, he was Kenobi. She was a couple of years older than Kenobi, but This had seen enough of him to know that there were things about Kenobi that were neither typical nor ordinary.
If one were to choose any one of the many currently active master-padawan pairings to represent the ordinary, run-of-the-mill activity of the Temple, the pairing of Jinn/Kenobi would rank second to last, but only because Padawan Gork was finishing his apprenticeship with a state-of-the-art, computer-simulated AI construct of his recently deceased master, after an unfortunate incident involving a nest of newly-hatched rancor chicks and their unimpressed mother.
However, the Jinn/Kenobi pairing was at the top of the "intriguing" list, in Padawan This's book, so she had approached the assignment with some zeal.
As for Padawan This's little hobby, she could hardly be held accountable for the fact that it complemented Master Windu's request so thoroughly.
It had started a few years back, by accident. Or maybe as a joke. There had been rumours that one senior padawan was overly fond of another, one who could not stand him, which often led to awkward moments and some rather heated exchanges. Padawan This had come into possession of some video of a particularly fierce saber battle between the two of them. No one had been injured, but the onslaught could have turned violent at any moment. With a few clever edits and the inclusion of a popular love ballad on the soundtrack, Chose-Sue This had made it look as if the rebuffed padawan's passion was returned, which had amused a select group of Padawan This's yearmates to no end.
Soon, Padawan This had become the recipient of every possible favour from her close friends - extra desserts, first place in line for the showers after physical training, passes to see the most popular shows - in exchange for similar vids in which relatively benign friendships were made to look like passionate love affairs. Padawan This was clear that it was all in fun - she would never make a vid to hurt anyone - but she had a talent, and it would have been stingy not to share it with her friends. That select group of friends had grown over time, but not uncontrollably. They were all trustworthy, all discrete and mostly females This knew personally, although there were a few friends of friends.
At first she'd only worked with images taken from the training room cameras, footage that was available to all for the purpose of review and study. But soon every look and gesture caught by the Temple's ubiquitous security system was not safe from deliberate misinterpretation, for Padawan This had found her calling. She'd discovered that while no single touch or expression was damning in and of itself, taken together, edited into the right sequence, with the right background music, a collection of innocuous moments could make the case for a passionate romantic involvement between any two members of the order, even if they'd never met each other.
Now, Padawan This had a particular fondness for making two male members of the Order seem to be involved. She would freely admit to a fondness for the male form and a corresponding double-fondness for two male forms together, a fondness that was tripled when those two male forms were entangled in an erotic embrace. It was not a very Jedi-like predilection, she knew, but she did not limit herself to her own tastes. She'd even made one somewhat pompous intermediate padawan look to be infatuated with a service droid!
The techniques were no unlike the techniques used in any other sort of vidding to convince people to see things from your own point of view.
It was not that she'd applied those techniques to Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi's interactions. Padawan This never let her hobby infringe on her work time. There were no clever edits or deceptive camera angles involved. For the special project, what she saw was what Windu got.
Just about every padawan in the temple had fantasized at some time or other about Master Jinn. He was a legend, and a legend who was quite easy on the eyes, no matter how many eyes the viewer happened to possess. Almost as many padawans had thought about trying, if not actively tried, to get into the pants of Kenobi. Murmurs about the two of them together, as more than just a master/padawan team, were usually dismissed as wishful thinking. However, less than half a day into the project, Padawan This had realized that what she wished she was seeing was, in fact, what she was seeing.
At first, she'd panicked. What was she to do? Master Windu would find out about her hobby - the data discs would be confiscated - there would be recriminations and public humiliation and she would be banned from the Temple - and so close to attaining Knighthood!
But then she'd taken a deep breath, locked the door of the editing suite, and thought it through logically.
There was no reason to suspect that Master Windu had found out about the joke vids (or even that if he ever did find out about them he would be upset - who knew? maybe Master Windu did have a sense of humour after all. Stranger things had happened.). Besides, she had never done anything harmful to anyone, other than a little teasing. And there was no reason to fear that Master Windu had chosen her for this project because of her special ability to make two people seem closer than they really were. After all, she was well known for her legitimate vid editing - she was the best candidate for the job, hands down, all four of them.
This had nothing to do with her. Master Windu had asked for typical scenes of Jinn and Kenobi - it wasn't This's fault if typical scenes of Jinn and Kenobi suggested that Jinn and Kenobi were… she wasn't quite sure what they were, but they were not innocently carrying out the business of the Temple, that was for sure.
After calming down and reassuring herself that she was in no danger, Padawan This (after slicking down her spiking hair and arranging her limbs in a reasonable facsimile of unperturbed) had next done a thorough search for video data of Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi. She'd compared scenes of Master Jinn training with Padawan Kenobi with those of him sparring with other padawans, then with other knights, then with other masters. She'd studied the way Kenobi interacted with his agemates, with his teachers, with younger padawans he was in charge of during his various duties around the Temple, and compared that with the way Kenobi acted in public around his master.
It was obvious there was something to it beyond Padawan This's understandable if somewhat un-Jedi-like urges to imagine the tall, rugged master and the not-so-tall-and-rugged padawan in extremely less-than-Jedi-like circumstances.
More research was in order.
She had traded some favours (which included erasing some damning evidence of an ill-thought-out real-life tryst between the junior knight in charge of the laundry area and the lady who mended the padawan's tunics) in exchange for a few security codes. The rest of the procedures for accessing the more classified sections of the security system she'd figured out for herself, because above all else, she was a clever padawan.
That was how This had obtained the more private data - video data that painted a crystal clear picture of the exact relationship between Master Jinn and his padawan.
After that, Padawan This had embarked on an elaborate self-examination cleansing ritual and long meditation session, during which she'd contemplated all the possibilities - of Master Windu's motivations, of the implications of the vids she'd viewed, and of consequences that might ensue were she to give an honest picture of the Jinn/Kenobi relationship - and having established in her own mind that she was not imaging things, and that she would not be unduly punished for revealing the truth in her vid project, Padawan This delivered her weekly report which, for some reason, had not been delivered in the usual way, in the classroom to her own master, but in a private council session at which only she and Master Windu were present.
She reported to the master that she had obtained the necessary footage and would have a finished vid for him at the end of the week, and added a strong recommendation that, in her humble opinion, it would be best if only the two of them viewed the final product first, before exposing it to the wider public. She figured that covered her, just in case her judgement was severely off course.
Master Windu informed her that Master Yoda would also be present for the premier.
The addition of Master Yoda to the complicated moral equation did not overly concern Padawan This. He had been Master Jinn's master, and he had the right to know.
Besides that, there was nothing illegal in what it looked like was going on between Jinn and Kenobi, no matter how it looked on screen.
Master Windu had repeated his instructions for her to be scrupulously honest in her portrayal of the daily lives of Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi, and that he would review her work accompanied by only Master Yoda before it was made pubic, except Master Windu had made and uncharacteristic error and said "if" it were made public.
In hindsight, it had likely not been an error. Master Windu did not seem at all surprised by the content of the video data, even though that one scene had made him raise his eyebrow so suddenly. Hells, scene seven made Padawan This raise her eyebrow, even though she'd seen it before. Numerous times. In close-up. With freeze frames.
And scene seven was nothing compared to scene seventeen!
Scene seven took place in the far garden, the one carpeted by the Andorran shade grass. It had been culled from the low-res public video security data, so it was a little fuzzy, but what was happening was clear enough, if you knew what you were looking for. Padawan Kenobi sitting very still on the pale green grass, legs crossed, eyes closed. Master Jinn sitting opposite in the same position, but with his eyes open. Master Jinn speaking. Low-res security vid being audio-less, the angle making it impossible to read Master Jinn's lips, the actual words being irrelevant, the effect of his words needing no soundtrack to be understood.
Face serene, limbs at rest, Padawan Kenobi breathing in, breathing out, breathing in faster, his lips parting sensually, chest rising, and a sizeable bulge appearing in his leggings. The bulge growing, his breath quickening again, Master Jinn leaning closer, so close their breath mingles as the master speaks his final words of the guided meditation and finally…
That was what had caused Master Windu's brow to rise - the distinct appearance of a wet spot on the front of Padawan Kenobi's pants.
Though Padawan This was not destined to be a knight in the field, nor was she a male padawan, or even a male humanoid, she was reasonably sure that spontaneous ejaculation was NOT a standard training practice.
The vid had begun with six training scenes. Padawan This felt that they were most representative of the daily activities of Jedi life in the Temple, and she'd wanted to establish the close bond between the two men. Some light saber sparring, a few katas, a lesson in levitation - standard establishing shots. Then had come the scene in the garden. This had deemed it necessary to pull back a bit at that point - she'd learned that to throw in all the damning evidence in at once was less convincing than to show a sustained pattern of behaviour.
Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi in line at the food tables in the common dining lounge. Standing close, no closer than any other team, but as they both reach for the same dish, their hands brush.
True, when she first saw that scene, Padawan This believed the data stream to have been corrupted. She thought there was a flash of light when their fingers touched, a millisecond of electrical spark. She still was not entirely sure if the spark had occurred on screen or in her own brain. When she slowed it down and zoomed in there had been no flash, just the brush of a very large, somewhat rough thumb over the back of a much smaller thumb, and the answering twitch of the smaller hand - impulsive, instinctive - the kind of twitch that she might have used to spin a wild fantasy had it been necessary. But it was not necessary. Not at all. And it wasn’t even the mid-meditation, in-pants ejaculation that clinched it.
Scene nine was from the training room. Padawan Kenobi executing a perfect back flip off the end of a beam, accompanied by a very impressive spin of his fully powered saber. Master Jinn looking on with an unmistakable gleam of pride in his eye. Unbecoming a staid Jedi master, but understandable.
A post work-out massage of a pulled calf muscle - on a mat on the floor of the training room. Perfectly normal. But there something about the way those massive hands cup the tight muscle, knead it carefully, slide up to the back of Padawan Kenobi's knee… most padawans do not arch that way when their masters ease an ache.
A shot of Padawan Kenobi following Master Jinn in the hallway, cloak swirling around him in an unusual fashion. Closer than a Jedi cloak usually swirls. A flash of naked leg above a perfectly shined boot.
"Tch tch," Padawan This heard from Master Yoda.
Master Windu sighed. "I know."
"Risk of exposure a valuable lesson," Master Yoda mused. "Undercover a Jedi must be able to achieve."
"I don't think naked under one's robe is quite what is required to train for undercover missions," Master Windu said dryly.
"Working to overcome the boy's natural shyness, he is," Yoda suggested with a slight, if This was not mistaken, smirk.
Both masters turned their attention back to the screen. Off to one side, while two senior padawans battle fiercely with light sabers, Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi can be seen at the side of the picture, seated on a bench next to the demonstration platform. They have obviously been working out strenuously - both are flushed and Master Jinn's long hair is dishevelled. Padawan Kenobi helpfully brushes out his master's hair, first untying then separating the strands, then combing his fingers through the freed tresses. He sinks his fingers into the hair, leaning closer, breathing in deeply.
Jinn reprimanding his padawan, not harshly, but definitely, and Kenobi's lips moving in apology. The word "master" can clearly be read. Kenobi straightening out the hair expertly, intently, devotedly. When he finishes, Jinn turns, winding Kenobi's padawan braid around his finger. Tugging sharply, Jinn nudges Kenobi's chin with the back of his hand. Kenobi's eyes are turned down. Jinn speaks, and then Kenobi bows his head. The graze of Jinn's other hand over Kenobi's leg is subtle, but effective. Kenobi shivers. Jinn shivers too.
Jinn, alone, in the garden. Meditating. Another incident of spontaneous ejaculation. Solitary, this time. The words on his lips clear without the audio. After all, how many words look like "Obi-Wan"?
"Hmmm," Master Yoda said. "Contemplating?"
"Planning," Master Windu grumbled.
Master Yoda chuckled. "Scheming, more like it."
Kenobi is in the classroom, reciting poetry. Jinn is at the doorway, eyes burning brightly. Kenobi sees his master at the door. He stands straighter, his diction becomes more clipped, more precise. He finishes the difficult verse masterfully. His eyes shine.
Later that day (Padawan This could tell from the time signatures on the data), the master rewards his padawan for his performance with a rare visit to the planetarium. Rare for students of Kenobi's calibre. Senior students have access to the map rooms. The planetarium is for children. It is deserted at night times. And it is night time. Qui-Gon Jinn opens the door and ushers his student inside. The stars begin to whirl above and Kenobi stares up, rapt. Jinn stands behind him, hands on his shoulders. Jinn whispers in Kenobi's ear. A poem of such erotic intensity that copies of it are stored in the restricted area of the library. Jinn knows it by heart.
Kenobi leans back into his master's chest. The master's hands disappear, and Kenobi's robe begins to bulge suggestively - at his chest, his stomach, his hips. Jinn begins the poem again. Kenobi repeats each line, quietly at first, with increasing breathlessness as he proceeds. His hands are out of sight as well, but they appear to be behind his back. The last word is but a gasp from both of them.
Master Yoda's ears positively vibrated.
"I have always found the poetry part of the curriculum a bit extraneous to Jedi training," Master Windu said with stereotypical lack of humour.
Padawan Kenobi in his private quarters, performing the Kata of the Four Paws. Wearing only a loincloth, as dictated by tradition. Skin shining with sweat, muscles straining as they always do during this most strenuous kata. He is lean. He is strong. His loincloth is a little too tight.
Padawan This does not possess the equipment Padawan Kenobi so obviously possesses, but she can imagine that might be a little uncomfortable.
Master Jinn watches intently. "Again," you can read his lips say.
Padawan Kenobi complies.
"Very fit, he is," Master Yoda noted.
Master Windu did not respond verbally.
Scene seventeen. The shared shower room. Padawan Kenobi stretching under the hot water as soap streams down over every inch of his body. Master Jinn standing to one side, hands covered in lather. Very clear who put the soap all over the padawan. Kenobi arches his back - he is so good at that - and reaches over to grasp the towel bar. Jinn's hands spread across his back.
"Checking for injuries, he is," Yoda explained. "A master's duty."
The large hands move down over toned back muscles.
"How very diligent," Master Windu agreed, sounding not-quite-complimentary.
Jinn's lips are once more obscured, hidden as they are behind a curtain of long, set hair. Jinn's hands are also hidden. Hidden by the swell of perfectly rounded padawan buttocks.
"I heard that Padawan Woo once referred to that as a bubble butt," Master Windu murmured.
Master Yoda snorts in an undignified fashion.
The scene had not been easy to attain. The security logs for the shower room cameras were stored behind a most complex digital lock. But, as noted, Padawan Chose-Sue This was clever.
"Allow this we do?" Master Yoda asked. "Cameras in the shower have we?"
"Only in the shared shower room, not the padawans-only or knights-only rooms," Master Windu explained. "It is to prevent abuse."
"Is not it abuse to watch?" Master Yoda gestured at the vid screen. "Private moment it is."
So private that one would have been forgiven to assume that Master Jinn would never have done such a thing if he'd known about the camera.
Padawan Kenobi bends slightly and thrusts his bubble butt in the direction of his master, who appears to be probing quite diligently for internal injuries.
"Hrmph. Abuse will not be prevented if hidden the camera is!"
Master Jinn looks up at the camera and winks as he twists his wrist, causing his padawan to shimmy under the spray of the shower.
"I'm pretty sure Qui-Gon knows it's there," Master Windo smirked.
Master Yoda made another harrumphing sound. "Candid camera not so secret after all."
Here Padawan This had changed the tone of the vid again, easing off on the explicitness while still emphasizing the pattern of close contact. The scenes rolled past. Padawan Kenobi bringing his master tea, with a dignified bow. Master Jinn reading reports in his quarters, with Padawan Kenobi kneeling at his feet. Padawan Kenobi massaging his master's feet as he knelt on the floor. Master Jinn stoking Padawan Kenobi's hair as Kenobi rested his cheek on his master's thigh. (Oh, how Padawan This wished that the surveillance network extended into the private bedrooms of the masters and padawans of the temple, but she could see how that would be ripe for abuse.)
Padawan Kenobi learning a difficult new kata involving much balancing on one leg and slow twisting. Master Jinn correcting his form often. His massive hands (they really did look even more massive on the screen than they did in person) quick to support his padawan's weight wherever needed - his inner thigh, his shapely calf, his quite luscious bottom.
Master Jinn actually kneading that bottom in the course of a post-work-out massage, right in the training room, with dozens of other Jedi practicing around them.
There was nothing else as shocking as the shower scene, just a series of fleeting touches, glances, moments. A stern look, a sudden blush, a completely inappropriate grope. Interactions and erections that made the ongoing nature of the relationship quite clear. The sequences seemed to have been ordered for maximum effect. In reality, Padawan This had not had to try very hard. Any order would have been effective.
"Nothing here I know not already," Master Yoda announced with a note of triumph in his voice.
Master Windu looked equal part shocked and disappointed. "You knew this was going on?"
"Of course." The smugness was hard to miss.
"But… you know what he's like - Qui-Gon. You know the kinds of relationships he has."
"My padawan he was. Know him well, I do," Master Yoda assured Master Windu.
"Then you knew he was doing these things to Obi-Wan and you did nothing about it?"
"Of age Kenobi is. Consensual it seems. Our business it is not."
"Respectfully, Master Yoda, I don't think you fully understand the kind of relationships Qui-Gon prefers."
"Know I do. Understand have I always."
"Then you know he's not… normal."
"Mmm, perhaps jealous you are?"
"I am not!"
"Are too, you are!" Yoda cackled gleefully. "Perhaps reject you, Qui-Gon did. Not able to keep up were you."
"That's ridiculous! I can take anything that man has to dish out! And that's not what concerns us here. He and I were yearmates. This is about the sacred bond between master and padawan. We must preserve that at all costs. And Master Jinn is clearly-"
"-mastering his padawan. He is," Master Yoda confirmed. "Trust Qui-Gon not to take advantage of underage padawan did I, and am sure he did not. Honourable he is. But suspect this from the time young Kenobi did come of age, I have. Never did I see such clear evidence, but notice you not how lustrous are Qui-Gon's boots of late?"
Master Windu scowled. "That boot thing," he muttered.
Master Yoda nodded victoriously.
"It's perverted!" He pointed at the image on screen, Padawan Kenobi bending swiftly to rub a smudge of dirt from the toe of his master's boot as they stood in the hall outside the council chambers waiting to be seen. Master Jinn adjusting his utility belt around his hips, and Padawan Kenobi watching, hand drifting down to still his rising erection beneath his tunic. A long shot of the two of them standing in the back of a crowd watching a demonstration of ceremonial blade-fighting techniques at the Mon Calamarian Embassy. Padawan Kenobi holding his robes closely to his body. A little too closely.
"Sith be damned - look at that!" Master Windu roared. "He's naked under that robe!"
"Naked are we all under our clothing," intoned the wise old master.
"At an official function! It's one thing in the halls of the Temple…"
"And in the council chamber," Master Yoda added with a leer.
"But that padawan is naked in public!"
"As is the master," Master Yoda said, pointing to the screen. "Look closely at image. Light saber not is that. Hmm."
Padawan Chose-Sue This looked at the vidscreen. WOW! So intent had she been on the comely blush on Obi-Wan's cheeks, she hadn't noticed that before. Master Jinn had one impressive… light saber.
Yoda let out something close to a giggle, and then the last scene began.
Padawan Kenobi performing a complex aerial move in the gym. He has all but finished the dangerous sequence. It is not something included in the Jedi curriculum. It is something most knights never learn, but Padawan Kenobi has always prided himself on his acrobatic abilities. He arcs through he air, graceful as a bird. Left ankle bends slightly on landing. He tilts to one side and hits the mat hard.
Master Jinn is at his side in an instant, touching his limbs, looking into his eyes, while Padawan Kenobi smiles sheepishly and looks to be assuring his master he is unharmed. An understandable error given the difficulty of the landing. He is fine. Really.
Master Jinn lifts one hand to his padawan's cheek, brushing it lightly with the backs of this fingers. Tenderly.
"Dear gods," Master Windu groaned.
"Serious, this is," Master Yoda says, all signs of smirking vanished from his sombre face. "Just about sex I assumed it was. Blame Qui-Gon not did I. A bubble butt like that can no master resist."
"But this isn't just about the ass," Master Windu said.
"In love is he," Master Yoda sighed.
Padawan This watched the screen fade to black. The lights in the viewing booth came up automatically.
The three sat in silence for a moment.
"What do we do?" Master Windu asked.
"Do? Nothing we do. Done, it is."
"But what if this gets out? We have to do damage control. This data must be destroyed."
"Destroy original data you will not. Only when spliced together does it incriminating become."
Padawan This stifled a giggle. No one had "spliced" anything visual in centuries on Coruscant. Master Yoda was so old sometimes.
"Warn Qui-Gon, I will. More discretion is required."
Master Windu nodded. "I agree. On all counts. It is obviously too far gone to demand an end to the relationship, and it does seem consensual. Discretion will have to suffice."
"In the bedroom the counsel belongs not," Master Yoda said firmly.
Master Windu rose, gathering his cloak around him with as much dignity as he could marshal under the circumstances. "Padawan This, you have done an excellent job, but you surely understand that this project must be destroyed. I appreciate the time you took to complete it, and I regret that you may see the time as wasted. You have shown tremendous maturity and sound judgement."
"A wise Jedi you will be."
"I will recommend that you be elevated to knighthood immediately. One of the other padawans can finish the training vids." Master Windu planted a firm hand on Padawan This's shoulder. "I'm counting on you to destroy this."
"Yes, Master," Padawan This said, thrilled that her training was at an end, that her work had not got her into trouble, and that she would not have to ever edit junior training vids again..
Master Windu left the viewing booth, muttering under his breath. "Always have to be the master, don't you, Qui-Gon? You old perv, you…"
Master Yoda hopped off his stool, surprisingly sprightly for a Jedi of his advanced centuries. "Thank you, young This. Most illuminating your work has been. Mmm, before destroying files in system, disc you will make. Deliver it to me, you will. For keeping safe. Yes?"
"Yes, Master."
"And ever saw it you will forget."
"Of course, Master Yoda."
Padawan This breathed a sigh of relief. And neglected to tell Master Yoda about the encrypted copy she had already stashed in her quarters. There was no reason to waste her best work, after all. She would keep the disc safe and secret. Along with the disc of the outtakes from the shower scene, and the midnight nude meditation session in the garden. And the time Padawan Kenobi was scrubbing the floor in the kitchen of their shared quarters. Also nude. All that would be kept for her private, personal viewing.
That was a given.
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