“He’s
dangerous.”

Snorting
deeply at the statement, ears twitching as he observed the holo
display, Yoda couldn’t help a sharp toothed smirk while tapping his
claws on his chair. “Dangerous we all are, knew this we did. Stop
him we did not for that reason, a credit he is,” Yoda pointed out
calmly before chuckling as the display flickered to the image of Du
Crion’s corpse.
“Fierce he is.”

Yaddle
hummed, eyes closed but a small smile on her lips. “Feral you mean,
feral he is, tame him I hope Qui-Gon can but right you are, a credit
he would be.” She stated calmly.

Stretching
his legs out, Piell snorted deeply. “That child could tear this
temple apart if he grew up to become the Sith we see, I hope we plan
to ensure his loyalty to our kind is clear?” The man raised his
brow.

There
was a collection of snorts and Shaak wiggled her lekku at him. “Well
duh, else we’d be screwed.”

“It’s
a valid question.” He sulked in return, almost pouting.

Yoda
ignored it, still smirking to himself now.

He
had long had his doubts about Du Crion, sure, he came from a family
with wealth, his father had given Xanatos his money when the codger
had passed away due to illness but he had always been so…
lackluster in his ambitions and his powers were so… mundane.

He
was not an impressive addition frankly.

But
Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan
who Yoda had mentored himself in the powers of precognition
and visions, having seen the sparks in the boy and how the Force had
singled him out. Yoda had recognized the ambitions burning in the
boy, the powers and the determination to not be pushed aside even as
he knew he would take no apprentice himself.

But
he could encourage that flaming spark…

‘Here
we now are, here he is… ambitious spark he is. Strong my lineage
is.’ Yoda chuckled to himself as he remembered the two now white
haired knights walking around, both of them clearly in fear of Jinn
and the whispered warning passing through the halls to not
touch the man’s apprentice.

()()()

Snarling
as he was thrown halfway across the salle, Obi-Wan barely rolled out
of the way when his powerful master hit down where he had been
moments before, the training saber scorching the wooden floor.

Obi-Wan
knew that his apprenticeship with the man wouldn’t be easy but he
had no idea the man meant teaching him to duel this seriously.

He
was barely
holding back, forcing Obi-Wan to use every inch of his knowledge to
try and block and dodge and parry but it wasn’t enough, especially
not with Jinn’s control of the Force literally throwing him around.

Obi-Wan
was bruised and aching and he had a training cut along his upper back
where the man had snagged him but all that pain did was to make him
even more determined to fight back.

He
had no chance of winning but he wasn’t going to make it simple for
his new master and the only way he could really keep the fight going
was to get his hands on the training saber as he scrambled around
Master Tholme and Quinlan sparring, using them as a barrier between
himself and Qui-Gon.

No
avail, the tall master only bounced over them and once more threw
Obi-Wan towards the other side of the salle where he crashed into the
tribunes.

Rolling
onto his stomach, Obi-Wan spat out saliva and blood with a faint
ringing in his head that made him dizzy, Obi-Wan only raised his head
as black boots stopped in his peripheral vision, blinking up at his
master.

He
got a raised brow in return, Qui-Gon standing there with his still
engaged training saber. “Well apprentice, yield?” He drawled,
looking smug and satisfied.

Rage
boiled in Obi-Wan’s veins and he snarled in reply to the satisfied
looking man only for him to yelp in surprise when his cape suddenly
jerked up and over his head at Obi-Wan’s twitched hand.

The
redhead instantly seized
the chance to race for this saber, sliding the last few inches and
grasping it just in time to be thrown.

But
he had his weapon back as he jumped to his suddenly numb legs,
adrenaline
and rage chasing away his aching pain as he meet Qui-Gon’s eyes
triumphantly
while raising his saber, grinning at the man with blood stained
teeth.

And
yet Qui-Gon did not look upset.

No,
he looked proud
and the fierce fire in Obi-Wan’s chest burned in joy as Qui-Gon
saluted him before engaging once more.