Need a Hand 2

AN: I'm bored, got nothing better to do, so shazam, enjoy. One shot including my OC from Jedi Temples Christmas Party.

"Why are we always stuck on random planets with dead ships?"

"I don't know Michelle. I just don't know."

The knight and master were standing in front of the wreckage that was once their ship. Unlike the last crash salvage was not an option. That ship was dead.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I say we blame Anakin. All in favour say aye."

"Aye."

"Wha... what happened..." Anakin moaned, opening his eyes and sitting up slowly. "And why do I feel like I have the galaxies worst hangover?"

"GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!" Michelle yelled from beside his ear.

Anakin used that as an excuse to bet out a particularly nasty string of Huttease swears.

"You do know I don't speak Huttease, right?"

More swearing.

"Wasn't an excuse."

"Too. Bad."

"If you're quite finished over there, would you mind giving me a hand here?" Obi-Wan called as he tried to get in to the ship.

A mechanical arm hit the ground by his feet.

"Real mature Anakin."

Another arm hit him in the back.

"Really Michelle? Really?"

CLANG

"Oh look, I was just hit by a mysterious metal projectile, and your foot's gone. What could have happened."

"Sarcasm isn't necessary Obi-Wan."

"Not, but it's fun."

"Can't argue with that."

"Shut up Anakin."

AN: Well, Anakin isn't too loved. For the record, the foot thing is from Michelle, my lovely OC lacking in her left limbs. Obi-wan is a master, she's a knight. And- my god it's two AM! Night! * snores*