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Anakin huffed as he stomped out of his room and right into the meditation room where Obi Wan was sitting, blue eyes peacefully closed. “You jerk!” Anakin suddenly shouted at him.
Obi Wan didn’t even open his eyes at Anakin’s words. He already knew what this was about, he just didn’t care to rehash it right now.
“Thank you for such kind words, padawan.” Obi Wan said sarcastically. This made Anakin seethe. “Don’t ‘padawan’ me! You liar!” Anakin shouted.
Obi Wan sighed. It appeared that they were, indeed, going to have to talk about it now.
“Anakin, I understand that I told you I’d let you drive the starfighter on the way back. However, after you decided not to heed my multiple warnings about behaving yourself and staying by my side while we were on that planet, you got that privilege taken away.” Obi Wan said with a firm, unapologetic nod.
Anakin gritted his teeth, clenching his fists out of anger. He hated that Obi Wan always acted like he was this big shot who knew everything. Ever since he turned 17, he seemed even bossier than before!
Anakin understood that Obi Wan was in charge when Qui Gon wasn’t there, almost acting as a second in command, but that didn’t mean he liked it.
He missed when Obi Wan wasn't strict and stern when they went on missions. Sure, he was serious then too, but nothing like how he was now!
“You suck!” Anakin shouted at him. Obi Wan lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so?” He asked.
Obi Wan’s collected nature in contrast to Anakin’s fury just ticked him off even more! How dare he act all calm and mature after he ruined his day?!
“I was looking forward to that the entire day, Obi Wan! That’s the only reason I wanted to go on that stupid boring mission with you!” Anakin exclaimed.
Obi Wan rolled his eyes at Anakin. “Well, maybe next time you should behave yourself. You only have yourself to blame, Anakin.” Obi Wan said.
“You are honestly lucky I didn’t swat you for wandering off. Master certainly would have, right where you stood, too.” He added.
Anakin blushed and continued to glare daggers at his brother. “Shut. Up.” He grounded out through his teeth.
“Watch the attitude, padawan. I’m not opposed to giving you those swats you missed out on right now.” Obi Wan said, narrowing his eyes at him.
Obi Wan was a patient young man, but he was still seventeen. He wasn’t as patient as he would be when he’d grow into adulthood. He was still a teenager, after all.
“Oh, you…you…” Anakin paced back and forth angrily, trying to find the words to say what he truly felt.
Obi Wan watched him, knowing that whatever he was about to say, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
“Yes?” He asked, lifting an inquisitive eyebrow. That was officially the last straw for Anakin.
Without another word, Anakin stomped out of the room. Obi Wan scoffed and shook his head, closing his eyes and focusing on meditating again. It was silent and peaceful once again.
Then, Obi Wan let out an ‘oof!’ as something hard hit him in the back of his head. Whipping his head around, he turned to look at 8 year old Anakin, who had literally just thrown a shoe at him.
Both boys were now giving each other vicious, enraged glares. If looks could kill, Qui Gonn would’ve become padawanless at that very moment.
As you could guess, Obi Wan wasn’t going to just let his brother throw an object at him without some kind of consequence.
This led to a lovely, albeit scrappy and loud, grand display of violence. The two brothers were now fighting on the floor.
Hitting, struggling, hair pulling, wrestling, biting (on account of Anakin), as well as sitting (on account of Obi Wan sitting on Anakin’s back). This was not a sight that would make their master proud. Quite the opposite, of course.
“GET OFF ME!” Anakin shouted, kicking his legs and pounding his fists on the ground. Obi Wan crossed one leg over the other gracefully. “No.” He said simply.
Anakin huffed and let out a long string of very dirty curse words. Obi Wan tsked, shaking his head.
“Such naughty language. You deserve to get your mouth washed out with a bar of soap. What would master say?” Obi Wan said with an exaggerated sigh.
“He’d say ‘You boys know better.’” A very familiar voice from behind them said. Anakin and Obi Wan both tensed up, eyes widening. Obi Wan quickly got off of his brother, standing to his feet. “M-Master!” He exclaimed, brushing off his tunic.
Anakin immediately got to his feet, his big blue eyes filled with concern. “U-umm…how long have you been standing there?” The boy asked, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
“Long enough to know that biting, using profanity, and engaging in senseless fighting with your brother is not a good look for either of my padawans.” Qui Gon gave both of his boys a pointed look, his arms crossed over his chest.
Obi Wan grimaced shamefully, and Anakin gulped worriedly.
“I apologize for my behavior, Master. It was very immature, and I should have known better than to engage in such a ridiculous and childish fight. Please, forgive me.” The seventeen year old said, bowing his head shamefully.
Anakin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well you should apologize for being such a-“
One firm glare from Qui Gon, daring him to finish his sentence, had Anakin shutting his mouth.
“…nevermind.” He said, looking down at his feet. Qui Gon shook his head.
“I am very disappointed in your behavior, padawans. I am aware that arguments will happen sometimes, as you two are basically brothers.” Qui Gon acknowledged.
“However, you both know better than to resort to violence. That is not the way of a jedi, and it’s also not the way I raised you two. ‘No fighting’ is not a rule that I thought I’d have to clarify this late into your training. You speak about things when you have difficulties and differing opinions. I will not have you physically harming each other, regardless of how upset you two get.” Qui Gon lectured sternly.
Qui Gon lifted both of their chins, looking them right in the eye. “Do I make myself clear?” He asked. Obi Wan nodded. “Yes, Master.” He replied, guilt written all over his face.
Anakin on the other hand felt a lump form in his throat. He had a feeling that this wasn’t the end of the conversation, and now he wanted to just crawl into a hole and die.
“Y-yes, Master. Umm…master?” Anakin stated, his foot shaking nervously.
“Yes, Anakin. You are both receiving a spanking.” Qui Gon confirmed the child’s very loud and distressed thoughts. Anakin gasped, hands flying back to cover his bottom.
“M-Master!” The boy exclaimed, voice high and accusatory. Qui Gon forced himself to hold back a chuckle. Anakin was so unintentionally funny sometimes.
The boy had been spanked quite a few times since Qui Gon had taken him in as his padawan and raised him alongside Obi Wan, yet he was still so theatrical about it almost every time.
“Hush, Anakin. You’ve both earned this. Something tells me that you started this fight to begin with, am I correct?” Qui Gon asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Anakin sheepishly played with his fingers. “Umm…well, I-I guess, technically…” He trailed off.
Obi Wan narrowed his eyes at Anakin standing beside him. “Really? Technically?” He said. Anakin glared at him.
“Fine! I threw a shoe at the back of Obi Wan's big dumb head, there!” He snapped, not sounding sorry at all. Qui Gon sighed and massaged his temples.
Before Obi Wan could even respond, Qui Gon scooped Anakin up from under his armpits and effortlessly carried him out of the room. Anakin blushed bright red at being so easily manhandled, but then again, he was only 8 after all.
“Come, Obi Wan.” Qui Gon said as he left the room. Obi Wan obediently followed after him, having a feeling that he wouldn’t be going first after what Anakin just did.
When they got to Qui Gon’s study, which was honestly just a room Qui Gon spent time in to either have some quiet time, complete paperwork without distraction, or spank his unruly and disobedient children, the man nodded at one of the corners.
“Obi Wan, put your nose in that corner over there and wait for me. Your brother and I have a conversation that needs to be had with a big, brand new bar of soap.” Qui Gon said calmly. Anakin gasped, struggling in the man’s hold now.
“N-NO! WAIT! I-I’M SORRY! DON’T!” Anakin wailed. Qui Gon shook his head and laid the boy over his shoulder. He lifted his palm and landed 2 firm swats to his bottom, one on each side. “Settle. Down.” Qui Gon demanded.
Anakin yipped at the swats and whined, going limp over his master’s shoulder.
Obi Wan couldn’t help but to grimace at the sound of the smacks Qui Gon doled out. He was not a master you wanted to piss off or upset, and unfortunately for them both, they were about to see why.
Obi Wan silently walked over to the corner, staring at the wall in front of him with a soft blush on his face. It felt so embarrassing having to stand in time out at the age of seventeen.
He really hoped that this punishment for him would’ve fizzled out by now, but as far as Qui Gon was concerned, he’d never be too old to receive a spanking or a time out. Gee, how great. Lucky him.
Meanwhile, Qui Gon carried his youngest to the bathroom and sat him up on the counter. Anakin pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Master, I’m sorry! Please, don’t make me!” He whined.
Qui Gon shook his head, as patient and calm as ever as he walked to the closet and grabbed an unopened box of soap.
“You’ve earned yourself a mouth soaping, padawan. So, that is what is going to happen.” He said.
Qui Gon took the bar out and turned on the faucet, holding the bar of soap under the water and lathering it up until it was covered in thick, sudsy bubbles.
“Open.” He said, holding the bar to the boy’s lips. Anakin whined once again, shaking his head in protest. Qui Gon gave him a scolding, pointed look.
“Do I have to swat you on the bum and push the soap into your mouth once it opens, or are you going to be the good boy I know you are and obey me?” Qui Gon asked. It was a threat (honestly, it was a promise) that sounded both gentle in nature, yet scary at the same time.
Anakin decided that the easier situation would be to just open his mouth. He knew his poor bottom was going to be quite sore after this already as it was, so he begrudgingly opened his mouth.
Qui Gon nodded. “Good choice.” He said. Then, he placed the bar in Anakin’s mouth.
Anakin gagged while Qui Gon scrubbed the soap all around. Qui Gon made sure to get Anakin’s tongue, the sides of his mouth, and everything in between.
“This is not only because of that profanity you used, but because of your smart mouth tendencies. You need to learn how to control what you say, padawan. You have the tendency to keep digging yourself into a bigger hole unapologetically until you are forced to deal with the consequences. Just like how you behaved a few moments ago insulting Obi Wan. That just proved to me that you needed this mouth soaping more than anything.” Qui Gon scolded.
Anakin continued to gag and squirm while Qui Gon read him the riot act. His words, when he could focus on them, made him feel bad for how he had behaved. Anakin often, in Qui Gon’s words, doused existing fires with gasoline.
He didn’t know what that meant exactly, but he had a feeling it had something to do with situations like this.
Soon, tears filled his eyes as the icky taste overwhelmed his senses. Qui Gon could tell the boy was learning his lesson. He soaped Anakin’s mouth for a total of 3 minutes, which clearly was affecting him, before setting the bar back inside of the box.
He would write ‘Anakin’ on the box with a permanent marker later and keep it in there, just in case he needed to use it to wash Anakin’s mouth out again in the future (which would certainly happen).
Qui Gon lifted his chin, looking him in the eye as he used his other hand to fill up a cup with water.
“Now then, I expect you to watch your language and keep your mouth under control, young man. I will not hesitate to do this again, and I know that you are aware of that as well. Do you understand me?” He asked, holding the cup to Anakin’s lips.
The boy was so happy that he could rinse, swishing the water around in his mouth and spitting it out in the sink next to him.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” Anakin apologized. Qui Gon nodded. “Good. You may rinse for one more minute.” He said.
Anakin took advantage of this, making sure to gargle and get the soapy taste out of his mouth as much as he could.
After the minute was up, Qui Gon set the cup aside and wrapped an arm around the boy’s small shoulders, leading him away from the bathroom.
Anakin could still taste the lingering gross flavor of soap, but he was more worried about what was to come in a few moments. Qui Gon’s hand was huge, it covered his entire bottom, and it was hard!
Sometimes, Anakin swore that it felt just like a paddle. Although he hadn’t been spanked with a paddle before, he had been spanked with the back of a wooden hairbrush, and he could barely tell the difference between the two.
When they walked in, Qui Gon nodded towards another unoccupied corner in the room. “Put your nose in that corner and think about what got you into this position, padawan.” Qui Gon said.
Anakin pouted, but obediently walked over to the corner, resting his forehead against it sulkily. Qui Gon sat down on the plush couch in the room, rolling up the sleeves of his robe. “Obi Wan, to me.” He said calmly.
Obi Wan took in a deep breath before turning around and walking over.
He felt so silly and immature for even being in this position. He was the older one. The wiser one, the more mature one. Why did he let little Anakin get under his skin like that? He was mentally beating himself up already, and Qui Gon was not a fan.
“Obi Wan, you may be older than Anakin, and while I do agree that you are wiser and more mature because of your age and level of training, you need to be reminded that you are still, in fact, a padawan.” Qui Gon said, placing his hands on the teenagers shoulders.
Obi Wan frowned. “Master, I’m sorry for fighting him. It was wrong of me, and very immature. I should have just walked away or ignored him. Instead, I engaged in a physical fight with him, and I put myself in the same headspace as him when he is much younger than me.” He said, his words dripping with regret and guilt.
“I’m the one he is supposed to look up to.” Obi Wan said. Anakin felt really bad as he heard Obi Wan’s words. He didn’t know that this situation was weighing on him so heavily.
Anakin had gotten into arguments with Obi Wan plenty of times before, but it had never gotten physical.
He had started it, Obi Wan was just responding to him throwing that shoe at the back of his head. Now Anakin was the one that felt like a complete and utter jerk.
Qui Gon gently cupped Obi Wan’s cheek. “Obi Wan, you had a lapse in judgement. You made a mistake, and I know that you do not normally behave like that, so clearly this was an anomalous situation, yes?” He asked.
Obi Wan’s eyes were wet and filled with tears, and they hadn’t even begun the spanking.
Qui Gon had two sensitive padawans, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “Yes, Master.” Obi Wan responded softly. Qui Gon gently ran a hand through Obi Wan’s hair before rubbing his back.
“I believe we have other matters to attend to, unfortunately. Trousers and underwear down, then over my knee.” Qui Gon said patiently, patting his lap.
Obi Wan silently gulped. So much for not going first…
With slightly shaky nervous hands, Obi Wan removed his robe and neatly set it aside, before pushing his trousers and underwear down to his knees. Then, he laid himself over his master’s large lap.
He blushed, feeling very small in this position. It was like he was 8 all over again (though, Anakin would deny 8 being ‘small’, of course) and it was mortifying how he still fit perfectly over Qui Gon’s knee.
Qui Gon rested a hand on his back, both to provide him with comfort, as well as to keep him steady over his lap. “I am beginning, padawan.” Qui Gon warned.
Obi Wan braced himself, clenching his eyes shut. Then, Qui Gon landed his hand with a sharp smack across Obi Wan’s bare behind.
Obi Wan winced, gritting his teeth. This was going to be a long, emotional, and very painful lesson to learn.
“I expect you to be the mediator in these kinds of situations, Obi Wan. I cannot lie and say that I am not disappointed that you decided to engage in a fight with Anakin.” Qui Gon started with the lecture, his palm landing swiftly as he did.
Obi Wan grunted in pain. “You are not only older and more trained, so I expect more from you, but you are also bigger in size than Anakin.” Qui Gon scolded calmly, his swats sharp and precise.
“I know you would feel bad if you had accidentally hurt Anakin.” Qui Gon said, smacking Obi Wan’s upper thighs. “Am I correct?” He asked.
Obi Wan yelped helplessly. “Y-yes, master!” He responded.
Qui Gon nodded. “Hm.” He hummed in acknowledgement. “That is why you must keep your temper under check, and if you find that Anakin is becoming too unruly or disrespectful, you know that you are permitted to warm his backside up. Do not get yourself out of character and find yourself in trouble right next to him.” Qui Gon lectured.
The loud smacks rang throughout the room, making Anakin fear for his turn, and Obi Wan wished he never had to receive a turn to begin with. “I’m s-sorry, Master!” Obi Wan cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Qui Gon continued to land his palm down repeatedly across the now light pink bottom.
“Oh, Obi Wan. I know you are. This is simply to make sure you don’t do this again.” He said with a soft, sad sigh. It broke Qui Gon’s heart to hear his padawan’s cries, but he knew he had to remain firm.
Obi Wan bawled over Qui Gon’s knee, unable to hide how painful the spanking truly was.
He knew that Anakin had seen and heard him get spanked plenty of times, so he wasn’t necessarily embarrassed that he was in the room with him.
However, he did know that after this, he’d never even think of laying a hand on Anakin to engage in a fight again, outside of sparring when he was a bit older, of course.
Soon, poor Obi Wan’s posterior was a bright shade of red. ‘I’ll have to lay on my stomach to sleep for an entire week after this!’ He thought.
Qui Gon once again found himself holding back a chuckle. His padawans were truly full of personality, indeed.
He was often amused by the things they thought up. As Obi Wan began to let out a soft sob, Qui Gon knew that it was time to wrap it up.
So, he tilted Obi Wan forward, and lifted his knee before focusing all of his attention on his sensitive under curve.
This would be where he’d be sitting, so Qui Gon wanted to make a good impression there.
Obi Wan cried out as his sit spots were attacked. This was the most painful part of the punishment, and he knew that he’d be squirming quite a bit whenever he tried to sit down.
“OWWW! OUCHH! OWWW! MASTER, I’M-OWW! SORRY! AH!” Obi Wan desperately wailed, sobbing heavily.
When his sit spots were crimson too, Qui Gon stopped and gently rubbed circles on his padawan’s back. “It’s alright, Obi Wan. You are forgiven. It’s over now. Breathe, little one.” He cooed.
Qui Gon flipped the teen up to sit on his lap, careful of his sore bum. He gently stroked Obi Wan’s hair, whispering sweet nothings as he held him in his arms.
Obi Wan greatly appreciated this part, unsurprisingly. Being showered with comfort and love after a hard spanking never got old.
“Shhh…shhh…” Qui Gon gently hushed him, resting his chin on top of his head.
Obi Wan cried against Qui Gon’s shoulder until his breathing had evened out to match his master’s. Soon, they were reduced to soft sniffles and the occasional hiccup.
Qui Gon then fixed the boy’s clothes and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, causing Obi Wan to blush shyly.
Then, he stood him up and grabbed the box of tissue that was next to him, taking a few out and handing them to Obi Wan.
“You took your punishment very well, Obi Wan. I am proud of you for owning up to your mistakes and accepting your discipline. The slate has been wiped clean. However, I want you to stand in the corner and meditate while I finish up with Anakin. Can you do that for me?” Qui Gon asked.
Obi Wan nodded, using a tissue to wipe his face. “Yes, Master.” He said.
Then, he put his robe back on and gingerly walked over to the corner he had been standing in moments prior. Obi Wan closed his eyes and began to meditate as his master had suggested.
Qui Gon sighed silently. He now had one other padawan to take care of.
“Anakin, to me.” He said. Anakin shuffled over, lip quivering as his hands protectively covered his bottom. The boy was so little, even for his age, and the sad look on his face certainly didn’t help.
Qui Gon stood the boy in between his legs, resting his hands on his hips to hold him steady so he couldn’t squirm away or step back. “Anakin, you know exactly what you did wrong, yes?” He asked.
Anakin nodded softly. “Yes, Master.” He said. “Alright, then.” Qui Gon wasted no time turning him over his knee and flipping up his tunic before baring his bum.
He rested a hand on his back, before lifting it and landing it with a sharp smack!
“Tell me.” Qui Gon ordered calmly. Anakin hollered at the first swat, clinging to his Master’s leg desperately.
“OWWW! U-Umm, I started a fight with Obi Wan! OWW!” Anakin cried out as another smack landed.
“By doing what?” Qui Gon asked. “AH! OWWW! HE ALREADY KNOWS!~” Anakin whined, tears rolling down his cheeks. Qui Gon narrowed his eyes, awarding him with 4 sharp swats in a row.
Qui Gon made sure he wasn’t spanking too hard, of course, as he was only 8. He was guilty of cupping his palm to make the swats sound louder at times, too.
However, one thing was certain-Qui Gon made sure the bottoms that went over his knee were stinging and sore by the time he was finished with them.
“Mind the cheek, Anakin. You know better.” He scolded. Anakin cried, kicking his legs out in pain. “OWWW! AH! OW! OUCH! OKAY! I’M SORRY!~” He whined, his face already a mess of tears.
“I-I threw a sob s-shoe at the back of his head for not l-letting me fly the s-starfighter h-home…” He confessed through his tears. Qui Gon’s palm landed consistently in a pattern.
“Ah, I see. So, you decided to antagonize him and throw a tantrum after he, I’m assuming, took away one of your privileges for misbehaving?” He asked.
Anakin wailed as Qui Gon proceeded to spank him firmly and thoroughly. Qui Gon would let Anakin kick a bit, but would pin them with one of his if it seemed like he was trying to kick back at him.
He already knew Anakin couldn’t take spankings while lying still, so this wasn’t shocking to him in the slightest.
“YES, MASTER!” Anakin cried out pitifully. Qui Gon wrapped an arm around his waist when the boy began squirming a bit too much for his liking.
“That alone could have earned you a spanking from not only him, but me as well. You know better than to be disrespectful towards Obi Wan’s authority when he takes you with him.” Qui Gon scolded, peppering the boy’s light pink bottom with sharp, swift smacks.
Anakin sobbed loudly, throwing a hand back to try and rub his sore bottom.
Qui Gon, however, was not having it. He grabbed the boy’s hand and pinned it to his back, not missing a beat.
“OWW! N-NOOOO! STOOOOPUHHH!!” Anakin whined and wailed. He hated that Qui Gon was so good at restraining him while he attempted to protect his poor bottom. It wasn’t fair!
“You do not tell me to stop, Anakin Skywalker. You know better. I will discipline you as I see fit, and I will only stop once I believe you have learned your lesson. Do you understand me, young man?” Qui Gon scolded, his palm still landing sharply.
Anakin wept limply over Qui Gon’s knee after this, no longer putting up a fight. He sobbed openly, the fight thoroughly spanked out of him.
“Y-yes, M-M-Master!~” He bawled. Qui Gon knew that he had gotten through to him, so he continued on with the punishment.
As the spanking continued, Anakin’s stubbornness was nowhere to be found.
He just cried and took it obediently like his master had expected of him. Qui Gon noticed this as well, so he decided that now was the best time to wrap it up.
Like he did with his eldest, Qui Gon lifted his knee and began to spank Anakin’s undercurve.
Anakin’s cries became louder, but he didn’t try to fight against his master like he had a little while ago. He just laid there, sobbed, and accepted the consequences of his actions.
Soon, Qui Gon had lifted Anakin up and held him on his lap, hugging him warmly and running a hand through his hair. “It’s alright, little one. You’re okay. It’s over now.” He cooed.
“M-M’sorry, Master! I’m s-so sorryyy!~” Anakin sobbed against Qui Gon’s chest, clinging to him as he was comforted.
“Shh, I know Anakin. It’s okay, padawan. You are forgiven. It’s alright.” Qui Gon said gently.
He kissed him on the forehead, grabbing a tissue as he heard Anakin sniffling frequently. He wiped the boy’s face before holding the tissue to his nose.
“Blow.” He said. Anakin blushed. “Masterrr!~” He whined softly, feeling like a little kid.
Qui Gon gave him a pointed look, before Anakin blew into the tissue. Qui Gon nodded with a smile.
“Good. Now then, I believe that two well punished padawans have a conversation that needs to be had as well, hm?” He asked, fixing the boy’s clothes and standing him up on his feet.
Anakin meekly looked down at his feet as Obi Wan walked over.
“I’m sorry for misbehaving on the mission and for starting a fight with you, Obi Wan. I was…” Anakin searched for the right word to use. “Naughty?” Obi Wan suggested gently, looking down at the little one with fond eyes.
Anakin nodded, face red. “Yes, naughty.” He said softly. Obi Wan sighed, wrapping his arms around Anakin and pulling him into a hug.
“I apologize for engaging in that fight as well. That will not be happening again.” He said as he cuddled the boy close.
Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi Wan, hiding his face against his shirt. “Obi…you wouldn’t actually spank me, would you?” He asked.
Obi Wan chuckled. “Oh, Anakin. I definitely would.” He said, gently rubbing his back. Anakin gasped, stepping back. “W-What?! But-I-You-Master!” Anakin whined, looking over at Qui Gon, who lifted his hands in mock surrender.
“It is true, little one. He has my permission, and you would do well to remember that going forward, yes?” He asked, walking over and wrapping his arms around both of his padawan’s shoulders.
Anakin groaned and crossed his arms. “Yes, Master.” He grumbled. Qui Gon gently ruffled his hair, before leading them out of his study. “Now then, how about we eat some dinner?” He asked.
“Can we drink hot cocoa with extra marshmallows, too?” Anakin asked, looking up at his master with sparkling, pleading eyes.
Qui Gon looked beside him and saw that his eldest padawan was giving him the exact same begging look. He chuckled.
“I suppose we can have that arranged.” Qui Gon said, smiling as Obi Wan and Anakin grinned and high-fived each other.