Loth-kitten
"It's been a difficult few years, Masters," Mace Windu sighed, a faint smile on his lips. "We've lost so much, and we can't continue on without the Council at its full strength." He took a deep breath, pressing his hands together and measuring his words carefully. "Once, ten years ago, a Jedi Knight came to us and told us the Sith had changed. We didn't listen then, but now, it seems we have no choice but to change as well. Your fellow Jedi have voted on their Council, and they overwhelmingly chose you five."
Kit and Adi smiled modestly, bowing deeply and quietly muttered their thanks and acceptance and gratitude. Luminara followed suit. And than Quinlan Vos and Qui-Gon Jinn started laughing. Loudly. The Council looked at them completely appalled, mouths hanging open and eyes wide, and Luminara just shook her head and turned away from them, a deep flush on her green skin. In times like these, it was best to pretend to simply not know those particular Jedi.
"This is a joke, right?" Qui-Gon asked between helpless laughter.
"It has to be!" the Kiffar responded, devolving again into another bout of laughter. "This is like voting for the ugliest girl in the city to be the Beauty of Coruscant!"
"I come in here and fight with you weekly!"
"This is like the time I told a fellow youngling that he would become a Padawan immediately if he could deflect a blaster bolt and hit the Master teaching us!"
"Hey, do you remember the time that my Padawan fell to the Dark Side and helped start a galactic war?"
"Oh, oh, this is just like how you tell your boyfriend you're pregnant so he doesn't leave you for that dumb slut Secura!"
The two Masters continued their outrageous laughter, the other Council members just shaking their heads. Eventually, when Quinlan and Qui-Gon realized that nobody was laughing with them, their faces slowly dropped, the laughter dying and a deep flush coming to their cheeks. "Oh..." Qui-Gon said softly, swallowing a lump in his throat. "You're serious..."
When Quinlan had nothing to say, just stared at the Masters dumbfounded, Yoda indicated at the five empty seats at the end, and Master Vos rushed to choose the seat on the end so he didn't need to face Master Yoda and Mster Windu, the first because he felt he was a constant disappointment to the tiny Master, the other because he couldn't stand to look at another of Mace' withering gazes. Instead, he sat opposite the much kinder Kai-Adi-Mundi and Saesee Tiin, a hand on the seat next to him to reserve it for Qui-Gon, the elder Master slowly taking the seat, his blue eyes distant as if he could not believe what was happening.
Kit and Adi smiled modestly, bowing deeply and quietly muttered their thanks and acceptance and gratitude. Luminara followed suit. And than Quinlan Vos and Qui-Gon Jinn started laughing. Loudly. The Council looked at them completely appalled, mouths hanging open and eyes wide, and Luminara just shook her head and turned away from them, a deep flush on her green skin. In times like these, it was best to pretend to simply not know those particular Jedi.
"This is a joke, right?" Qui-Gon asked between helpless laughter.
"It has to be!" the Kiffar responded, devolving again into another bout of laughter. "This is like voting for the ugliest girl in the city to be the Beauty of Coruscant!"
"I come in here and fight with you weekly!"
"This is like the time I told a fellow youngling that he would become a Padawan immediately if he could deflect a blaster bolt and hit the Master teaching us!"
"Hey, do you remember the time that my Padawan fell to the Dark Side and helped start a galactic war?"
"Oh, oh, this is just like how you tell your boyfriend you're pregnant so he doesn't leave you for that dumb slut Secura!"
The two Masters continued their outrageous laughter, the other Council members just shaking their heads. Eventually, when Quinlan and Qui-Gon realized that nobody was laughing with them, their faces slowly dropped, the laughter dying and a deep flush coming to their cheeks. "Oh..." Qui-Gon said softly, swallowing a lump in his throat. "You're serious..."
When Quinlan had nothing to say, just stared at the Masters dumbfounded, Yoda indicated at the five empty seats at the end, and Master Vos rushed to choose the seat on the end so he didn't need to face Master Yoda and Mster Windu, the first because he felt he was a constant disappointment to the tiny Master, the other because he couldn't stand to look at another of Mace' withering gazes. Instead, he sat opposite the much kinder Kai-Adi-Mundi and Saesee Tiin, a hand on the seat next to him to reserve it for Qui-Gon, the elder Master slowly taking the seat, his blue eyes distant as if he could not believe what was happening.
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