On the seventh day of fanfic, my H.G. gave to me… seven Jedi dudes!
Author’s note: I don’t think there’s actually a Star Wars planet called Darie’enk, but I couldn’t think of anything else that might have pine trees. So I invented a whole new planet. That’s just how I roll. And, Obi-Wan is young, maybe twelve or thirteen.
When Qui-Gonn Jinn walked into the Jedi training room on Christmas eve, he expected to see it empty. He figured all the younglings and padawans and knights would be in their rooms, and he was right… but there was one Jedi master. He found master Yoda tangled in a string of lights designed to look like lightsabers.
“Master Yoda?” Qui-Gonn called.
Yoda either ignored him or wasn’t listening. He force-untangled himself and stood up, force-throwing the lights onto the tree. “Hmmm, see how this looks, we shall,” he muttered.
Yoda took a step back, shook his head, and sighed. “Right, this does not look,” he mused. He climbed back up onto the ladder leaning against the Christmas tree in the middle of the Jedi training room and force-pulled an ornament over. “Hang more baubles, I shall.” He glanced over at Qui-Gonn. “Master Qui-Gonn,” he said, bowing. “Of service, may I be?”
“I was looking for Obi-Wan… what are you doing?”
“Ah!” Yoda smiled. “Here with me, he is.”
Obi-Wan poked his head out from behind a tree. “Master!” he exclaimed. “Come and help!” He ran over, tugging on Qui-Gonn’s arm. “Master Windu had this shipped from Darie’enk.”
“And where is Master Windu?” asked Qui-Gonn, allowing his enthusiastic padawan to drag him over.
“Gathering more tinsel, he is,” said Yoda, lowering his hand so the bauble settled on a branch. Qui-Gonn lifted a small stick of candy from Corilliea and gave it a small nudge. It hovered to one of the topmost branches and settled there.
“Corilliean candies, Naboo oranges, Alderan electric lights, Tatooine scrap metal…” he observed, fingering the pile.
“Actually, that’s an ornament made from Tatooine scrap metal,” called a voice. Qui-Gonn turned to see Ki-Adi Mundi coming over, ducking so his large, two-foot tall cranium would not bump the doorway. He handed Yoda a box of tinsel. “Master Windu is getting another box.”
Kit Fisto was close behind. “I have more of these ball-things, as you requested, Master Yoda,” he said.
“Good,” said Yoda. “Upon the tree, hang them.”
Obi-Wan hugged Qui-Gonn’s arm. “Don’t you want to hang more decorations, master?” he asked, looking up with pleading puppy eyes.
This is ridiculous, Qui-Gonn thought, but Obi-Wan looked so hopeful that he replied, “perhaps I will hang the tinsel when Master Windu arrives with it.”
Obi-Wan beamed and picked up a bauble, force-pushing it through a series of loop-de-loops until he settled it beside Qui-Gonn’s candy stick.
“Oh, look, master!” he said happily. “Master Windu and Master Koon are here!”
Mace Windu walked into the room, carrying a box of tinsel. Plo Koon followed, holding an enormous golden star.
Mace set the box down. “Ah, Master Jinn,” he said, clapping Qui-Gonn’s shoulder. “I’m glad to see you.”
“Master wants to hang the tinsel,” chirped Obi-Wan, tugging Qui-Gonn’s sleeve.
“Indeed?” Mace raised his eyebrows, a smile playing on his face. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”
Reluctantly Qui-Gonn picked up a silver string, wrapping it around the tree. They hung the rest of the ornaments, racing their baubles around the room and getting tangled in lights and tinsel and evergreen branches.
Finally, Yoda climbed up the ladder and set the star on top. “Lovely, it looks,” he said.
Obi-Wan hugged Qui-Gonn. “You liked it, master. Admit it.”
Qui Gonn turned as red as the lights. “Well… maybe a little.”