The Council decided Qui-gon Jinn was in need of a "how to be a good master" remedial class.
“Here you go,” Mace said way too cheerfully for Qui-Gon’s liking. The latter was sending the Korun Master an unimpressed look that might have scared a lesser being.
“If looks could kill,” chuckled Tahl behind her hand. She shook her head in amusement, before taking her belongings and standing up. She certainly did not need to hear and see this misery.
“You can’t be serious,” Qui-Gon said in a low voice, after his eyes had quickly scanned the cover of the book his ‘friend’ had given him. ‘Taking care of your Padawan - For new Masters” that was the title.
“Oh, but I am deadly serious. You can contact Master Yoda or any other Master from the Council for that matter. Oh and before I forget, you have several appointments with a few other Jedi Masters, I took the liberty to write the appointments down.”
A holopad was thrown onto the book and a pair of cold midnight blue eyes took in the information and many appointments he would face in the near future. “Mace,” his tone was warning.
“I would suggest you to not miss a single one, Master JInn,” his Council member mode was on and the long haired male knew that his friend was truly serious. This was an official affair and they both knew it. “Otherwise you will find the consequences to be dire.”
“I don’t see the purpose of this.” He truly did not. Why in the name of the Force, would he need to meet the creche Masters, followed by some Temple teachers and even a lightsaber duelist.
“The purpose of this is, that you learn how to PROPERLY take care of that Padawan of yours. If you have not noticed it, the boy is barely skin and bones and instead of giving him a much needed break that he desperately needs, you just drag him from one end of the galaxy to the other. Not to forget that he still has academical studies that you are completely ignoring. Further were there several reports of concerned Masters that your ‘teaching methods’ are… insufficient.”
“Insufficient, Mace?” it was hard to say, who of the two men looked more angry and unbalanced.
“Yes Qui-Gon, insufficient. Or how would you call it, when your Padawan - somebody you should protect and take good care of - collapses during one of your training units?”
Qui-Gon shrugged. “It was not my fault that he does not know his own limits,” he growled.
Mace could not believe what he was hearing and he wished - not for the first time - that he had ignored Yoda’s words and meddling and had taken Obi-Wan Kenobi as his Padawan. “He is thirteen years old, for Force’s sake.” The Force around him grew darker and tenser. “He is not SUPPOSED to know his limits, that’s what you are for!”
Qui-Gon dumbly blinked up at him, gaping openly.
Mace took a deep breath and closed his eyes, while massaging his temples. He would need to meditate after this. It was in this very moment, that the door to the Jinn/Kenobi quarters were opened and a shy and way too skinny and pale boy entered. He bowed low in respect, before excusing himself to his bedroom.
Mace, whose eyes had been fixed on the boy, who had used to be so lively and happy but was now on the verge of breaking down under the pressure his own Master was putting on him, turned back to Qui-Gon. “Don’t miss one,” he said and finally left.