#yodaaaa

Pain flared in Qui-gon’s legs as Yoda’s gimmer stick connected solidly with his shins. Looking down Qui-gon found himself in the line of one of the ancient master’s glares; the kind that could make even the hardest council member quail. “Master?” “Foolish you were,” Yoda snapped, his voice harsher than Qui-gon could remember hearing. “Told us, Obi-wan did, of the battle on Naboo. Showed me he did. Rash, you were. Ran ahead. Blocked yourself off from you padawan. Acted like a batha-headed youngling you did!” Yoda’s ears were flat against his head, and for a moment Qui-gon could feel the emotions that radiated off his grandmaster, before they vanished, realised into the Force. Angry, loss, and a bone-deep sorrow.