Entry 5.

A group of my friends and I went to a dance club tonight. I needed to get away from the temple. My mother is still fuming and she is spending as much time as possible working at the restaurant and away from the Temple. This makes my father very grumpy because now he has to make his own dinner and after depending on my mother to cook his meals since he was a three-month-old-clone his culinary skill consists of heating up ration bars.

So I needed to escape the stress. I was with my brother Jaden, Ben Skywalker, Anakin Solo and Tahiri Veila (of course…where ever Anakin goes, so shall Tahiri). We snagged some seats in a corner table as far away from the band as possible so we could talk.

Right now Ben was laughing at my misfortune. "So I heard we're now half-brothers."

"Ha, ha, Ben. You better not joke like that in front of your parents. They are not amused."

Ben snickered. "I heard you showed my mom that Quarren photomanip story."

I shuddered. "Don't remind me."

Ben was having trouble keeping a straight face. "When they came back home mom was doing holonet searches of her name in gossip holozines. All night long all I heard was, "What! I'm not the love child of Admiral Daala and Grand Moff Tarkin! Ack! Force Vampire! They say I suck the Force out of you Luke!"

Ben chuckled. "I don't know what my father said back to Mom, but she threatened to take her lightsaber and cut off all protruding parts of his body for 'that filthy comment'." Ben doubled over with laughter.

I shook my head in amazement. "I can't believe your mom never heard of those gossip-holozines."

Ben gave a dismissive wave of a hand. "They have a life you know, unlike you who obviously reads that trash."

I shrugged my shoulders. Ben's probably right. I need to find a hobby or hurry up and finished my Jedi Trials so I can go on missions. Of course Mom will expect me to go to college in case I one day decide the Jedi life was not for me.

I grabbed my soda and took a sip. We are all of legal drinking age (which is eighteen on Coruscant), but like most Jedi, the majority of us are non-drinkers. In fact, drinking is somewhat discouraged at the Jedi Academy; a drunken Jedi, is a dangerous Jedi. I think the policy originated from some huge fight between a group of Jedi and a swoop gang during a bachelor party. It happened before I was born, so I'm not sure whose party it was for or what Jedi were involved.

I look over to Anakin and Tahiri who were sitting so close together they were practically in each other's laps. They're faces were close together, noses touching, and they were whispering sweet nothings to each other. Ugh…how long is this romantic munk going to go on? They have been dating for years; they should just get married and get a place of their own.

I know Jaden wants them married and on their own. Right now he is sharing a room with Anakin in the temple. He said he will often come back from his pre-med studies at night and find a sock on the doorknob. That is Anakin's signal that he is 'entertaining' Tahiri in his room that night. So my exiled brother comes over to my room to crash. I still live with my parents, but he sleeps in my room because he doesn't want my mother finding out why he's there and telling Leia what her son is up to in the Temple dormitory. Not that I know what they are doing. I am sure it is something completely innocent like meditation. Ha…I can't write that with a straight face.

I wish Jaden wouldn't invite Anakin to these outings. It's not that I don't like Anakin. He is a great guy and technically my cousin, but he and Tahiri are so obnoxious together.

They'll stare into each other's eyes and say things like,"A day without your love is a day without life"or the all time worst "You did more than kiss my lips, you kissed my soul". Stang! Where do they come up with this sentimental sap? Do they do a holonet search for "Love quotes to creep your friends out"?

Anyway… getting back to our fun night out.

I am sitting there minding my own business when two beautiful young ladies come up to me and put their arms around my shoulders. "Aren't you Talon Tantiss? We saw you on the holonet."

I held up my hand signally them to stop talking. "Before you say anything I want to say the report is false. I'm definitely NOT the son of Skywalker."

The girls gave a wry grin. "Of course you're not." One winked at me and whispered in my ear. "Your secret is safe with us." I jumped when the other girl leaned down and nibbled on my earlobe. "Do you want to come back with us to our apartment? We're roommates."

The other girl giggled. "And we share everything."

Now I have dated before, but I've never had two women come up and proposition me. I wasn't sure how to take that. It was thrilling and at the same time scary.

Ben gave them a disbelieving look. "You girls do know that I'm actually the son of Luke Skywalker."

The women looked over to my freckled-face, redheaded cousin, gave him the once over and then turned back to me. "That's nice." They said indifferently.

Ben's face fell and I could feel a spike of irritation coming from him. He had the misfortune to be born a boy with his mother's hair color and complexion. Red hair is beautiful on women…men, not so much. Ben's younger sister Hanna is a gorgeous redhead that turns the head of just about every human male apprentice at the Temple…and Uncle Luke knows it. There is an anonymous, unofficial directive that went around the temple warning men that the Grand Master's daughter was off limits! I am pretty sure Uncle Luke put out the word…but it could have been my Aunt Mara or one of Hanna's over protective brothers.

But, getting back to my story—I am being practically molested by two gorgeous women, meanwhile, my brother Jaden is now grinning furiously realizing how uncomfortable I was at the moment. He knows that even if I wanted to, I couldn't leave with these two ladies without my mother finding out. Mom's no prude, but I am fairly sure she would frown at me going off with two strange women to get 'entertained' in their apartment.

"I appreciate the offer ladies," I stammered. "But I have a Jedi mission to go to tonight. It is dangerous and top secret…but if you give me your comlink numbers maybe I can call you later. The girls smiled and took out a stylus and scribbled their numbers on a napkin. As they left I put the napkin in my pocket and gave my brother a poodoo eating grin. "I guess it helps looking like Dad instead of Mom."

My brother frowned. He had my mother's brown hair and eyes and tanned skin. He's not bad looking, but he's no Luke Skywalker.

"Ppfff," he made a dismissive sound, "I wish you went with them. They'd probably stun cuff you naked to bed and suddenly a dude wearing a Darth Vader costume will jump out of the closet and …"

"Please stop repeating that urban legend!" Anakin groaned. "Why does the costumed guy always have to be dressed as my grandfather in these stories?"

"Yeah," Ben said while making a face.

"Because a guy dressed as Yoda wouldn't be as menacing," Jaden laughed.

Before Anakin could reply Tahiri jump up and pulled him out of his seat. "They're playing our song," she said excitedly as he dragged Anakin to the dance floor.

I watched them dancing for a few minutes. Tahiri can dance, I'll give her that. Anakin, though, looks like he was taught to dance by See Threepio. "Jaden," I said to my brother.

"Yeah."

"If I ever get that whipped by a woman please shoot me with your blaster."

Jaden smirked. "Do I have to wait until you are whipped, or can I just do it now?"

I gave him a knowing look. "Oh, you're just jealous?"

"No, I have a feeling your resemblance to the Grand Master is going to end up getting you in trouble."

I looked at him confused. "Why is that?"

Jaden looked at Ben with a smirk. "You tell him."

Ben laughed. "Because Skywalkers always attract trouble."

Truer words have never been spoken.