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oh my god I need more fakemarried in my life, it's actually amazing and I'm loving it! if you'll continue it I'll be very glad to read it c: have a nice day!

eeeeee!!! thank you! I’m working on it, so far it’s disjointed bits but it has a shape, I’m just wrangling.... ok quite a lot of empty spaces atm. a lot. um... hmmm. to drop excerpt or not to drop excerpt... that is the question.........

ah bugger it

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Obi-Wan was already waiting outside the Council chamber. Qui-Gon bit back a smile at the sight of him, sharp-eyed and glaring at the heavy doors. The Council summons had likely disturbed a bit of much-needed rest.

The glare vanished the instant Obi-Wan sensed his approach. A quick change smoothed away the furrow in Obi-Wan’s brow and turned up the corners of his mouth. The fire in his eyes softened to a welcoming glow that warmed Qui-Gon to his toes. “Are we both here to see the Council, then?”

Qui-Gon nodded. “It would appear so. Another mission assignment, you think?”

Obi-Wan frowned thoughtfully at the floor. “With Anakin on exam rotation? And an early morning summons, at that. Sounds like they couldn't get anyone else for the job.”

“Don't spoil the surprise,” Qui-Gon grumbled, much to Obi-Wan’s amusement.

“You were hoping for something peaceful for once?” Obi-Wan teased. “Ratification of environmental protection accords for a luxury resort, facing potential climate disturbance from the tourist business that keeps the planet running in the first place? Such a delicate negotiation…”

Qui-Gon shushed him, hanging on to his composure by a thin thread. “You know, I think structuring such agreements usually goes to Masters in the Agricorps.”

Obi-Wan grinned. “Now, if only I’d known that ten years ago.”

Qui-Gon’s chest tightened suddenly. It wasn't serious, he knew, but still—“I find myself very glad you didn't.”

Obi-Wan gave him an odd look, and Qui-Gon thought he would have spoken, but of course at that moment the heavy doors opened and the Council Padawan waved them in. Qui-Gon wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer, anyway. Another offhand quip, he wouldn't have found particularly reassuring. He couldn't even rightly say what had bothered him in the first place.

Qui-Gon turned his attention to the currents in the Council chamber, instead, which were plenty distracting. The mood wasn’t precisely tense, but more charged with intrigue and tasting of delicate manipulation. Qui-Gon frowned. That didn't necessarily bode well.

Obi-Wan's end of their pair bond prickled with muted, but rather definite suspicion. They were in agreement on that, then. Where the Council was concerned, intrigue almost always meant trouble—and Senate polítics.

“Good morning,” Mace said, setting a brisk and businesslike tone as only someone who’d been awake for at least an hour could do. Qui-Gon caught the distinct impression of a scowl from Obi-Wan’s end of the bond, and bit back a smile. “The Council has recently been approached by a Senator from Akath’im with an interesting request.”

Qui-Gon nearly choked on air.

Akath’im was a resort world. Moreover, it was reasonably distant, a favourite hideaway for retired Core-world politicians—and it was currently desperate for an agreement that would allow the Akathi to regulate the amount of traffic they received, in hopes of limiting environmental damage. Obi-Wan?

Believe me, I had no idea. Obi-Wan did sound completely flabbergasted and sincere.

You’re not allowed to say another word about the mission or the transport, Qui-Gon told him crossly. He was beginning to suspect that Obi-Wan’s prescience had taken to a particularly wicked presentation of late, cropping up in harmless jokes and offhand comments. Qui-Gon didn’t actually want any proof to substantiate that particular idea, and he rather hoped it hadn’t crossed Obi-Wan’s mind, either.

“Akathi Intelligence suspects some of its candidates in the Senatorial race may have been influenced by their corporate connections, or by the local cartels—they’re not particularly happy with either possibility,” Mace went on. “It has recently come to their attention that several of the candidates have booked seats on an intergalactic cruiseline, along with people who might be connected with the cartels, and to the businesses with the highest stakes in the upcoming climate accord negotiations. They requested our assistance in determining which, if any, of the candidates have significant ties to parties who may be inclined to influence the final shape of this agreement.”

“I wasn’t aware of the Akathi approaching the Senate since their petition to negotiate the environmental accords was granted,” Obi-Wan remarked.

“Which is what adds a level of delicacy to this mission,” Ki-Adi spoke up. “It is unlikely that the venture would ever have the proper backing of the Senate, due to the involvement of the guilds, but it does have the quiet backing of several influential Senators. With their support, the Akathi Senator was granted an exception and allowed to approach the Jedi Council directly. Of course, Senator Selliaht stressed the need for discretion.”

Qui-Gon nearly winced. “So this will be an undercover mission.”

“Quite so,” Mace confirmed. “You will be coordinating with the Akathi Intelligence Head of Operations, Nami Madleth, who is here to provide both of you with more technical details, and with your cover story. She will meet you at 0600 in the J-level hangar. The cruise is two tens’ length, and the Akathi would prefer the matter resolved before the candidates return.”

Amazing, Obi-Wan muttered, how a popular resort world is granted an exception and allowed to approach the Council directly.

Surprised? Aloud, Qui-Gon said, “My Padawan is currently in the midst of his exam term. Is there a role for him in this mission, or has the Council decided on other accommodations for the duration?” At least it plays a minor enough role in galactic politics that its people can sway the Senate to act directly in their favour.

Obi-Wan sent back a touch of rueful agreement.

Depa cleared her throat gently. “Your Padawan’s accommodations have been finalised, Master Jinn. His exam term has been extended, in favour of spreading out assessments and assignments in a manner less likely to convince young Skywalker that sleep is a worthy sacrifice.” She eyed Obi-Wan at that, but he only offered her a politely bland expression in return. “This mission fit the time frame for your in-Temple rotation, and Knight Kenobi’s return was fortuitous.”

Mace nodded. “And I discussed this arrangement with Lady Skywalker earlier this morning.”

#fakemarried #QuiObi #Qui-Gon Jinn #Obi-Wan Kenobi #well this is more plot than angst #and cheerful ribbing #oh and obaewankenope called Obi-Wan a sarcastic magic 8 ball #seemed appropriate #wild ficcage and au spawn #:P #nimninwa