A/N: I revised some parts in this story. It didn't make much sense when I read it back. Anyway, Please READ & REVIEW! Tell me what you think about Mace Windu having a spunky love interest. :D If I owned Star Wars, Mace would've had a girlfriend and he wouldn't have been such a prick. ENJOY!
The Festival of Lights
I never really knew how Master Windu is feeling. In fact, no one really knows, not even his own Padawan learner. He looks happy when he's actually mad, sad when he's actually happy and stoic when…well none of us can't really tell what he's really feeling when he's like that. But anyway, what I'm trying to say is that Mace Windu is a very complicated man. I don't believe anybody gets him completely not even Master Yoda. Well…I could think of one person who understood Mace.
The buzzer sounded and two Jedi Masters begin to engage in combat. One was a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a bald head. He carried a royal purple lightsaber. The other Jedi was a woman, a decade or so younger than her opponent, of average height. Vanilla skin, fire red hair and sea green eyes. She carried an angelic white lightsaber. The two Jedi looked like they were getting ready to kill each other. But, in actuality, it was all in good fun.
"Nice sparring, Jayanette. Your saber skills are extraordinary."
"More extraordinary than yours?"
"Cockiness is not a quality befitting of a Jedi Master."
Jayanette Kenobi laughed. "Jealousy is not befitting either, Mace."
Mace Windu scoffed. "I was not jealous."
"I've been your Padawan for about thirteen years." Jayanette pointed out. "You can't fool me."
Mace laughed as he put his arm around his friend. "Of course not."
The duo started heading for the Council Chambers. After a moment of silence, Mace broke it. "So, why aren't you having breakfast with your sisters and brother?" He asked.
"I had to teach an early lesson to some younglings. Then I had to beat my former Jedi Master in a sparring match." She smirked. "Mission accomplished."
"Hey! I was still sleepy." Mace defended.
"Right." Jayanette said.
"Anyway, what are you and your siblings planning for this year's Festival of Lights?" Mace asked.
Jayanette shrugged indifferently. "The usual." She said. "Rancor-baking contest, Snow Speeder Race, and I'm hosting the Festival Dinner this year."
"Is Ni'Yosha cooking?"
"Thankfully, no. We're letting Anakin, Ta'Kina, & Jania, cook this year."
Mace's eyes went wide. "You're going to let your Padawans cook dinner for the Festival?"
"Yeah. Don't worry; it'll all be wonderful on Sunday." Jayanette assured. "Now, let's get going, we'll be late for the Meeting."
After walking for a few moments, Mace chuckled slightly as he and Jayanette walked to the Jedi Council Chambers.
"What's so funny?" Jayanette asked.
"I keep picturing Ta'Kina, the Skywalker siblings and their friends cooking dinner."
"Yeah, that'll be a recipe for disaster. So what are you going to do for the Festival of Lights?"
"I'm going to practice my sparring and meditate."
Jayanette rolled her green eyes. "You are one Scrooge, Mace Windu."
Mace stopped in his tracks and looked at the 27-year-old woman. "Scrooge?"
"Yes, Scrooge!" Jayanette declared. "Every Festival, you do this. You don't go out on any resorts, spend time with friends. This is the one of the few times we Jedi ever get have a vacation and my sisters, Obi-Wan & I, we take advantage of them. And so do the Jinn Sisters and other Jedi Knights. Sith, even Yoda goes on vacation!"
"What's your point, Kenobi?" Mace interrupted.
"My point, Windu, is that you always revolve your life around just being a Jedi and a fighter. Life isn't always serious."
"And life isn't always fun either."
Jayanette gave Mace an offending look. "What are trying to say, Mace?" She said. "I'm not serious enough?"
"No."
"I'm too bubbly, too cutesy for you, is that it?"
"No, Jayanette!" Mace said. "Will you stop jumping to conclusions? It's none of that. But…"
"But what?"
"Well, I always thought you were…a little bit…um…"
"A little bit what? Spit it out, Mace."
"A little bit flaky."
Jayanette Kenobi stared at the tall, dark skinned Jedi Master with an incensed look in her eyes. Mace winced and backed away slowly for he knew that look in Jayanette's sea green eyes. She gets like that when she gets ready to fight or she's pissed off. This is the latter. Mace didn't like the latter.
"Flaky? Flaky?" Jayanette repeated. "After everything we've been through, all the missions, all the one-on-one time that we've shared over the years, that's all you have to say about me. That I'm kriffing flaky?"
"Jayanette, that's not what I meant…" Mace began.
"No, you said quite enough Master Windu." Jayanette stormed past Mace and headed toward the Council Chambers. After a couple of angry strides, she turned back to Mace and added this: "And I would rather be a flaky, ditsy broad that a stiff, serious dick!" Before Mace can retort, Jayanette stormed off.