Inheritance

Simple Confusion

Some limited spoilers from Jedi Apprentice.
No betas, therefore the mistakes are all mine.
See chapter one for disclaimers.

"Okay, I give up. Who is she? Oh, and hand me that micro-fuser," Anakin says, his voice muffled by the speeder he just rolled under. A day had passed since his last "conversation" with his former master and Anakin still felt unbalanced. His anger and frustration still was like a haze burning across his mind. He needed a distraction so he went to where he could indulge in his brand of moving meditation—the Temple's main hanger. Upon arriving, the Knight quickly displaced some maintenance droids from their project and began to work on the malfunctioning speeder himself.

For his part, Obi-Wan didn't need the Force to find his former apprentice. The master was quite aware of the young man's feelings when last they spoke and, knowing Anakin as he did, Obi-Wan headed straight to the main hanger bay in search of the young Knight.

Obi-Wan searches through a box of tools to his left and, finding the one requested, places it into the outstretched hand extending from under the disabled air car. Anakin takes the tool and slides further under the vehicle's body. Obi-Wan sits atop a nearby crate, his legs crossed in a simple meditation pose.

"She is someone I haven't seen in a very long time," the master finally answers. Anakin slides out from under the speeder with a lopsided grin.

"Really? Girlfriend or the one that got away?"

"Anakin."

"What?" the Knight replies innocently as he adeptly dodges the oily rag his former master throws at him. "It's a simple question, Master."

"For the simple minded, perhaps," Obi-Wan answers finally mustering up a wry grin for his friend. "We met when I was much younger, still a junior padawan to Master Qui-Gon."

Anakin returns to his repairs as Obi-Wan explains.

"My Master and I had managed to get ourselves in a bit of trouble and she was... well, let's just say she proved to be exceedingly helpful," Obi-Wan says pausing for a moment then he adds with a smirk, "eventually."

"So, who is she? Some sort of specialist? A healer? A researcher?"

"A Jedi."

"A Jedi," Anakin repeats sliding out again. This time he comes all the way out and stands, wiping his ungloved flesh hand with the once projectile rag.

"Who?"

"Her name is Nai'gia, but I wouldn't expect you to know her. Only a few even know of her existence and most of those few don't know her by name. Most only know her by her title."

"Her title?" Anakin questions as he leans against the disabled speeder, his arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles.

"In that regard, she is rather much like you, I suppose," Obi-Wan offers somewhat distractedly. He turns his full attention back on the young man before him. "She is called the Vessel."

Anakin just stares at his former master. His brow slightly furrowed in confusion. Obi-Wan is unable to suppress the roguish smile teasing at his mouth or the single eyebrow tugging upwards.

"You would think someone named in ancient Jedi prophecy would take the time to read through a few of them," he lightly admonishes. Anakin opens his mouth to object, but Obi-Wan waves him off with a smile. "Prophecy holds that every so often the Force chooses a sentient being to act as its voice, its vessel, if you will. Nai'gia is that being."