This chapter is a bit shoter than those before. Hope you enjoy and like it. :)


Chapter 7

"Don't tell me the Force, Master. No way, no how."

"Don't be ridiculous, Anakin," Obi-Wan snapped back. "The Force is not frivolous."

"I'd say Master Windu's choice is an abomination, not frivolous, myself."

"Thanks," a dry voice said from behind Anakin, who jumped ten feet. "Haven't you learned to pay attention to your surroundings YET, Skywalker?"

"Uh no master Windu," Anakin grinned sheepish when he saw the purple boa swishing this and that way and hiding a certain part of Master Windu's anatomy.

"Your lightsaber seems to have lost its - ah - rigidity," he blurted out, unable to censor his tongue. Well, in this dim light, a swishing long "thing" in "that area" was worthy of a tease, and besides, it might serve as a distraction to being caught unawares. Then again, this was Master Windu.

"Jedi recharge fast," Master Windu returned, unperturbed.

Anakin gawked. Obi-Wan hid his mouth behind a hand. Then Mace Windu - grinned - and slapped Anakin on the back. "Gotcha!"

"That stings," Anakin pouted when he felt the miniature lightsabers against his posterior.

"Is that what the ladies say when they get a taste of your lightsabers?"

Anakin's jaw dropped. Literally. "You're not Mace Windu," he accused the blond wig-wearing Jedi with a purple feather boa. "You can't be. Master Windu has no sense of humor."

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