Monday, October 24, 2005

Qui-Gon : Yours and Mine

The cave only held two figures, as opposed to the group that once dwelt there. The two mulled around, picking through the remains of the camp. There was a smouldering ring, where the nightly fire kept the team-mates warm and the predators away. In nearly every corner, there were small spots that resembled nests, light beds consisting of scraps of cloth and dewback hide. The cooling bot hummed from the back corner of the cave, with the small hamster wheel inside squeaking. The big screen holo-vid and the Toshy XXL-Box(R) were off. There were beer cans running up the side of one wall next to an etching of 'Ben was here.' Around the cans, there was an orange haze coating the floor. A single tarnished credit glimmered faintly in the setting suns of Tatooine shining through the entrance.
The spectre, Qui-Gon Jinn, floated around, head hanging low. His face was long and he sighed often.
Master Yoda hobbled around, leaning heavily on his gimer stick, tapping at the remains. He stooped to collect the credit from the ground.

"That's Han's," Qui-Gon said, with a morose tone.
The small master gave a grunt.
"Hmmf, if Han's it were, taken it with him he would have."
The ghost simply nodded. He used a touch of the Force to levitate a piece of Cheeto, covered in the thick mud of the cave. "This was Ben's."
Yoda stopped and shot a glare at Qui-Gon's translucent form. "Then eat it you should, to remember the good times you had." His words were short.
"But it's, like, all mouldy, man."
The living master sighed. "Have I taught you nothing, my former Padawan?" He held out a small hand and drew the item near him. "Attachment to physical objects matter not. The memories, you must treasure."
Qui-Gon looked thoughtful for a moment and his face broke into a smile. "You have taught me well, my Master."
Yoda's face mimicked the shining smile of his companion. "Well then, the big screen holo-vid and the Toshy XXL-Box, you do not want."
The ghost laughed. "They're yours, man. However, like, the dewback blanket is, like, mine. Not for the memories, but, like, for the art-deco value."
Yoda nodded and scooped up a tan poncho lying over a rock.
"Hey, man," Qui-Gon said, pointing a glowing finger in the small masters direction, "You, like, know that's mine."
Yoda tossed it out to the ghost, who caught it in mid-air. "Yours, it is? To use as a snot rag, I was going to." He let out his familiar warm chuckle.
Qui-Gon laughed.
"Hey, since it's, like, our last night, let's, like, get in some more memories of playing that Toshy Box thing."
The warm glow of the large screened holo-vid lit the night, and echoes of laughter as well as video game music rang out through the desert.

3 Comments:

Blogger Master Yoda said...

So sweet this was. Kind of a Full House quality it had.

9:32 PM, October 24, 2005  
Blogger flu said...

You sure do like those full house episodes...

waaaaiiittt a minute... Master Yoda, are you an Olsen twin? Which one?

1:23 PM, October 25, 2005  
Blogger Nic said...

Quiggy, that was vry poignant.

8:57 PM, October 28, 2005  

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