Inspired by the great people who write television shows…we love you great people who write television shows! The super bowl is copyright whoever owns it except, " Humiliate yourself for pennies" which was one that I picked out of a book…
And all Star wars characters copyrighted " George Lucas." Don't own um, never will, so suing me is pointless.
--------------------------
Title: Primetime
Timeframe: uh…during the Jedi temple sequences in TPM…assuming that they might end up being there for a little while… way AU…
Category: humor
Summary: Anakin has a little fun with a holonet television-
Question to ask: Do they " Have" entertainment television shows in the Star Wars universe?
-------------------------
Anakin Skywalker was bored.
Padme was busy, not to mention everyone else-
He turned the final circle in the game he was playing and plopped down on the floor. Although Master Qui-Gon and that guy Obi-Wan had business with the council, they hadn't left him anything to do-
Suddenly, he heard something.
Opening the door a crack, laughter echoed down the hallway he could see the faint liquid cool glow of a holonet television. Several persons were clustered around it like frog moss on the backside of a dewback-
Another gale of laughter echoed around the room.
He sighed; desperately wishing he were out there with them wasn't the same as being there. After all, Master Qui-Gon had said, stay put and-
He grinned, he didn't have to leave the Jedi temple, he could just say, walk down the hallway to where the group of children his own age were sitting-
Making up his mind, he closed the door and proceeded to run like a little maniac down the hallway. He appeared in a very large room, obviously someone else's quarters, filled to the brim with children.
They stared at him.
He stared back.
" You New?" the owner of the room, obviously Obi-wan's age, Anakin thought, spoke up.
" Sort of." Anakin had met his types before, running about his hometown. Now, he figured, would be the best time to make friends, " Are you supposed to have holonet televisions in here?" He pointed to the television and made the older boy wince.
" Technically not." A younger girl near Anakin spoke up, " But whilst the cat's away poor Brent here brings out his holonet and…" she let it trail off as she shrugged, " we watch." She held out a hand, " Jeta Hun." Anakin shook it.
" So…how is it that he lets you guys watch for free?" Anakin asked quietly, since that was the last thing any of his friends would have let him do, " I mean why isn't he charging you?"
The girl called Jeta began to laugh as the sixteen-year-old Brent walked away swiftly into his room.
" He used to charge us," a boy said, " But then Toby and Hasten caught him watching the Hutt "Commercial" channel-" Anakin Frowned, then remembered some of the Video that they had played in the less " Pleasant" parts of home…
The reception was fuzzy and a little out of focus. As near as he could figure, it was two people slinging mud at each other-and a host-yelling out. However, the reception was so bad, that what should have easily been translated into basic, was simply indescribable fuzz-
" What are we watching?"
A large child with large green tentacles said something.
Jeta leaned over to him, " Loosely translated that means, " Humiliate me for Credits." She sighed, " I miss my house, where we could get more then one channel and better reception!" Brent Hushed her and Anakin looked up at the antenna crudely placed on top of the TV.
" I bet." He said, " I bet that if we tweaked this…just a little bit. We could get TV from other worlds-" it was more then that. Suddenly drawn on by some strange desire, he stood up, and began to fiddle with it. There were shouts from behind him, and angry cries, but he was in the zone-
As sometimes happens with Fate, things get very peculiar. In a particular planet, so far away from anything civilized in Galactic standards, a current television broadcast caught onto the signal that the tiny antenna was now admitting, being drawn across light-years, it finally hit its destination-
---------------------------
Anakin was blown back from the television, landing smack Dab on Brent's cot.
Loud stereoscopic music blared from the television as the words " Super bowel 34 echoed across the screen."
" Hey!" Jeta stood up, " The new Kid's all right! He got us something like…" she paused and watched the opening moments of the game, with a large brown ball, shaped like a diamond, " Smash ball! Alright, the new Kid got us otherworldly smash ball!"
Loud cheering echoed around.
" This calls for snacks!" Brent was in his element as he stood up over the other Jedi children, " Who volunteers to sneak past the council and go get snacks!"
Like most children, who are deprived of good commodities for a very long time, many were willing to do or die against the adults. For a brief moment, it was as normal children are, us against them…
Brent quickly selected the cutest of all of them. He sat Anakin beside them as the little six, seven, and eight-year-olds toddled off. The ones to arose the most sympathy if caught…
" You all right kid." Brent slapped Anakin on the back, " You'll go far here."
----------------------------------
Qui-Gon was not in a good mood.
Neither, for that matter, were the council, or his Padawan. Things weren't going as well as they could be, especially regarding the boy-
Suddenly a loud noise echoed outside the chamber.
The door creaked open to reveal a very small six-year-old girl, carrying an overly large back of food.
She let out a pitiful kitten-like mew and attempted to struggle back up with food in tow. She didn't notice the stares from the council until she had stood completely up.
" What doing are you?" Master Yoda's voice was calm as the girl flashed an absolutely adorable smile.
" Hungry!" she rubbed her stomach in a symbolic gesture, " Need…food!" she pointed to the bag and grinned again.
" See through you, we can." Master Yoda pointed at her, and she whimpered. Suddenly, a nearby eight-year-old, lugging a box of fizz pop, saw an opportunity to do a good deed.
" Renn!" he lugged his box over, " Renn, the greatest pardons masters." He bowed very low, " My sister and I were extremely hungry and thirsty-" he felt the power in their stares and continued, " And we, rather then bother our caretakers, decided to help ourselves." He scooted his sister out from their stares and bowed again, before bolting out of view.
" Precocious children are." Said Master Yoda, before he could say anything else however; a steady stream of six, seven, and eight year olds interrupted him. The stream was interlaced with Padawan who were carrying cushions, pillows, and all sorts of other things.
Remarkably, NONE seemed to notice the stares of the Jedi.
" Precocious, children are." Master Yaddle said, " Check on them, we must."
" Indeed." Mace Windu said quietly, " It looks like about half the temple is going down this hallway…"
Qui-Gon, presence thankfully forgotten, thanked the force that his Padawan had outgrown many of these foolish tendencies.
" Presence not forgotten Qui-Gon." Yoda's voice this time, as each member of the council proceeded out the door in a single file line, " Discuss this later we will." Qui-Gon nodded solemnly as he and Obi-wan fallowed them out.
Down the hallway, a steady stream of unregulated, wasted, food created a very visible trail. A man, in a uniform saying, " Speedy Hutt deliveries" was counting credits on a DATA-Pad in front of a door.
" What doing are you?"
He looked up, and then began to sweat.
" The kid, he ordered a pizza, paid with Credits…figured there was no trouble-" he grinned nervously, " Always wanted to deliver a pizza here, you guys give the best tips!"
There were no smiles.
" Uh, yes well, got to be…uh, moving on!" the pizza guy bolted, tripped over a mound of something chocolate, then proceeded to run even faster. The Jedi council watched him go, then, Mace Windu turned the knob very slowly…
-----------------------------
Anakin was having the time of his life.
Lying beside his newfound friends, the others clustered around the foot of the cot, in windows, and basically out of every nook and cranny. Some of the older padawans were even practicing their levitating, he couldn't wait to learn how, but the people who had brought farm animals to sit on were getting annoying and-
The door turned very slowly.
The door began to open
Every single child in the room froze.
Several adults, least among them the small green ones, were staring into their merriment.
------------------------------
Obi-wan couldn't believe it; they'd gotten away with something he'd wanted to do for YEARS.
Several children, Padawans and older ones included, were in the room. Looking at the sheer scope of everything, he could believe that Master Windu's estimate of half the temple wasn't wrong. Food was EVERYWHERE, and he heard a thump as two Padawans who had been levitating (obviously to make room for floor space) collapsed. Three children had even brought in very large farm animals! (The force knew where they got them) and were gorging themselves on almost all the food in the kitchens.
Then he saw the boy.
" Hi…guys…" everyone in the room looked at him, obi-wan, speaking as a veteran of these sort of battles of popularity and such, knew that he was making a choice that would mark him as a good person to know for the rest of eternity, " he grinned again." Want some pizza?"
-----------------
Meant originally to be a one shot, but I think I'll add chapters.
Pleaseeee! Read and review.