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Mug for a Master

Summary: Padawan Obi-Wan gets his master a meaningful little gift Word Count: 335 Warninings: None ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Master," Obi-Wan began, his blue eyes sparkling with emotion, "I wanted to express my gratitude for your guidance and wisdom. You've been more than just a teacher to me, you've been a reliable partner, excellent role model, ally, and above all else a great friend. I hope this gift conveys the depth of my appreciation."

“You didn’t have to do that. Thank you, my dear padawan.” His master replies, taken aback. Qui-Gon accepted the package from his Padawan. He carefully unwrapped it, revealing a beautifully handcrafted ceramic mug. The mug was adorned with intricate designs, each one representing a significant moment in their journey together. He can’t help but smile down at the small gift

"Each symbol on the mug represents a lesson I've learned from you, Master.” Obi Wan explains. “The lotus flower signifies our commitment to mindfulness and serenity. The rising sun represents hope and new beginnings, which you've always encouraged me to embrace. And the phoenix, well, it signifies rebirth and transformation, which I've experienced under your guidance."

His master smiles softly down at the mug, gently turning it to examine each marking once more. He slowly sets it down on the ledge next to him, turning his attention to his young companion."Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said, placing a hand on his Padawan's shoulder, "the Force has truly blessed me with your presence in my life. You are not only a gifted Jedi, but you are also a kind and compassionate soul. I am proud to be your Master."

Obi-Wan smiles, a faint dusting of red adorning his cheeks. “Thank you master.” He clears his throat quickly, turning. “Ah, ahem. Well, we better get to preparing for this next mission, Master.” he grabs the datapad and quickly opens the Navigation map.”It looks like we are almost to Naboo.” He points out, showing Qui-Gon the data pad. “Lets hope negotiations with the Trade Federation go smoothly. The quicker we can get home, the better.”

Qui-Gon chuckles. “One can only hope, my young padawan.”

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The Musings Of Mauly

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Quick Summary of Series: Darth Maul stuck on Coruscant during the clone wars. Disguised with a mophead wig and forced to work as a Barista at the local caf shop while attending community college, Maul aka Mauly decides to keep a journal of this time in his life. -- Entry Summary: another piece for character of the month in 79s server. Just another dramatic Maul moment. Maul joins a sorority Character: Maul Prompt Word: Volunteer Word Count: 568

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Dear Diary….

It is increasingly difficult to endure this mundane existence on Coruscant. As I sit here behind the counter of this wretched coffee shop, pretending to be a simple barista named Mauly, I can't help but feel a simmering rage within me. The mop head wig perched on my horns is a daily reminder of the indignity I suffer. But patience is a virtue, and my time will come..

The Clone Wars rage on outside, and I am trapped in this pitiful disguise, serving caf to insipid customers who have no inkling of the power that lurks beneath this façade. I've even continued my i courses to maintain my cover, despite the increasing tuition prices that even the most well off citizens are struggling to afford.This cities education system is a mockery.. The idea of sitting through "Introduction to Galactic History" and "Basic Political Science" once more due to my failure to arrive at the exams is utterly repulsive. They know nothing of true power, and their inane chatter about democracy and diplomacy is grating to my ears.

My newest roommate, Bella, is another source of annoyance. She conveniently "forgets" to pay her half of the bills each month, leaving me to cover her expenses. I sense her weakness, her vulnerability. She even had the audacity to drink the last of my lactose free milk, knowing I cannot drink anything else for fear of having another episode in the refresher that caused her last late night male visitor to leave early. A delight, really. He was almost as annoying as she. Perhaps I shall teach her a lesson about responsibility in due time.

But amidst this tedium, a glimmer of hope arises. Soon, I will begin my volunteer rotation at the Senate building. The prospect of being in such close proximity to Darth Sidious my former master, fills me with anticipation. He believes me dead, a mistake he will soon regret. The dark side flows through me, stronger than ever, and I will seize my opportunity to strike him down.

If the plan to eliminate Palpatine doesn't come to fruition, at least this experience will serve a dual purpose. I've been contemplating switching my major to political science next semester. My ambition knows no bounds, and I may find power in manipulating the political landscape of this galaxy. I hear Naboo will soon be searching for its next representative, as senator Amidala will be taking a private leave of absence from the political scene. I may acquire yet another set of fake identity documents and inquire on that position opening, should the opportunity arise. I am sure I will easily be able to surround myself with loyal handmaidens of my own and in all honesty would look much better in the traditional Naboo clothing than that meddling woman.

As I conclude this entry my dear ally, I remind myself that patience is my greatest ally. My time to rise from the shadows and reclaim my destiny approaches. Until then, I shall play the role of Mauly the barista, honing my skills and biding my time.

Forever Downtrodden, Mauly

P.S. it is Rush week on the campus and I have -regretfully- decided to increase my social circle and join a sorority this year. I am learning now just how evil and manipulative these women can be. Perhaps, my new apprentice lies in the house of Delta Sigma Theta…

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