TITLE: Obi-Wan in Paradise
AUTHOR: Moonscribe
RATING: PG
TYPE: Humor
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters created by George Lucas nor the Star
Wars concept; Lucasfilm does. I am very respectfully borrowing them because
I love the Star Wars universe and the men who inhabit it. :-) I have no
intent to profit from writing this fanfic.
SUMMARY: Just a silly little sequel, which I dashed off this morning, to my
fanfic “A Night to Surrender. It will probably make more sense if you’ve
already read “A Night to Surrender”. :-)
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“What?” Qui-Gon roared. He was sitting in front of the desk of Chief
Negotiator Hartaj of the planet Jaiah’s police force.
“He says he doesn’t want to be ransomed, Master Jinn.”
“He doesn’t....”Qui-Gon sputtered. “What do you mean he doesn’t want to be
ransomed?”
The negotiator leaned forward and whispered.
“I think your apprentice is...uh....well, enjoying his captivity.”
“Enjoying it?”
Hartaj nodded, cleared his throat.
“You see, Master Jinn, the women who kidnapped him? The Maneads? Well,
they’re a bit of a fanatical cult.”
“Yes, I know that. That’s exactly why I want Obi-Wan out of there right
away.”
“I understand, Master Jinn but, what you don’t understand is what they’re
fanatical about.”
“And what is that?”
Hartaj turned a bright red, then delicately cleared his throat. He leaned
close to Qui-Gon.
“Sex,” he whispered.
“Six? Six what? What in Sith are you talking about?”
“No, not six. Sex. They’re fanatical about sex.” Hartaj shrugged. “They
heard about you Jedi and your sexual prowess and decided to capture one of
you.”
“And where did they hear about this supposedly sexual prowess we possess?”
“A few weeks ago a young woman came here on a trade mission for the
Consortium out of Secundus. She told the Maneads about some Jedi she’d
apparently shared a night with. A quite passionate night,” Hartaj added
with an arched brow. “A threesome. If you know what I mean.”
Qui-Gon’s face paled. “Umm, did she happen to mention these Jedi by name.”
“No, but her name was Elyssa Keyon. A rather delightful and lovely young
woman. She smiled a lot, as I recall.”
Qui-Gon took a deep shuddering breath. Well, that explained it. When he
got his hands on Elyssa Keyon he was going to...then he smiled to himself.
He knew exactly what he was going to do when he got his hands on that lovely
lithe body of hers. But this wasn’t the time nor the place for such
thoughts.
He looked hard at the Chief Negotiator.
“Whether my apprentice likes it or not, he’s being ransomed. Now, let’s get
to work.”
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Later, a rather disheveled looking and apparently unharmed Obi-Wan walked
out of the house the Maneads had been holding him captive in for the past
few days. The women, who were all in custody, chattered gaily among
themselves as they were hustled into the waiting police vans.
“Good-bye, sweet Obi-Wan,” they cried, their voices high and bright. Several
blew kisses at him.
Obi-Wan waved to them, a wide smile on his face. Then he turned to where
Qui-Gon stood next to the Chief Negotiator. At the sight of his master‘s
face, Obi-Wan’s smile quickly faded
Qui-Gon stood, his arms folded within the sleeves of his robes.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Obi-Wan?” he said sternly.
Obi-Wan bowed his head. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Chief Negotiator Hartaj worked very hard to secure your release and what
was your response? To refuse to be ransomed.”
Obi-Wan gazed up, his blue-gray eyes sorrowful.
“Forgive me, my Master.”
Obi-Wan then looked over at Hartaj and bowed.
“Thank you, Master Hartaj, for helping to secure my release from my..,” he
cleared his throat quickly, “...most dire straits.”
“That’s quite all right, Padawan Kenobi. The important thing is you’re safe
and back with your master. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I must go
and see to the arraignment of the Maneads.”
“Master Hartaj,” Obi-Wan said as the negotiator made to move away. “They
won’t be severely punished, will they? They did me no harm. They were
actually quite,” and Obi-Wan smiled slightly “...nice.”
Hartaj stopped and eyed Obi-Wan for a long moment.
“Yes, I’m sure they most certainly were. No, the maximum they’ll receive
will be a month of community service each. Good day to you both.”
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan bowed. Hartaj got into one of the vans. It roared away
leaving the two Jedi alone.
Qui-Gon looked down at Obi-Wan. Suddenly his frown was replaced by a large
smile. He clasped Obi-Wan on the shoulder and squeezed it.
“You’re a much luckier man than I, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan smiled. “It was nothing, Master.”
The two walked to where their transport waited to take them to Coruscant.
“Did you pleasure them all?”
“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan said grinning.
“Excellent, Obi-Wan. I foresee that one day you will surpass even me.”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “I doubt that, Master.”
Qui-Gon chuckled softly. “Obi-Wan?”
“Yes, Master?”
“Before we return to Coruscant, we’re going to stop by Secundus.”
“Really, Master? Why?”
“I need to have a little talk with Elyssa Keyon.”
“Are you sure it’s only going to be a little talk?” Obi-Wan asked dryly.
Qui-Gon shrugged his big shoulders.
“Well, she needs to understand she can’t go around babbling to everyone
about what happened that night with the three of us. I’m in enough trouble
with the Jedi Council as it is. This kidnapping of you by the Maneads is
certain to reach them.”
Qui-Gon then smiled, a glint of fire in his eyes.
“However, if we have time, we may want to discuss some other things with
her.”
“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan said dutifully, his own eyes lighting up.
The two boarded the transport.
The End
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