Obi-Wan: Traditional
"So let me see if I have this right. You: deliberately disobeyed me by going to the bot fight, broke curfew by two hours, did not have a comlink for me to contact you, and now you want to argue about the proper punishment. Did I miss something?"
Obi-Wan shook his head, eyes locked on the floor. "No, my Master. I am very sorry." Qui-Gon sighed, looking down at his contrite student. Ah, my young padawan. When will you learn?
"I expect you are. Obi-Wan, I am very disappointed in your behavior. A Padawan of the Jedi Order should treat himself and his Master with more respect. Do you respect me, Obi-Wan?"
Only now did Obi-Wan look up, taken aback by the mere thought of disrespecting him. "Of course, my Master. I will always respect you."
Qui-Gon frowned. "Well, you have done a very poor job of proving it. So, Padawan, you are grounded for the next two weeks."
It took every ounce of Jedi restraint Obi-Wan had not to groan in protest.
Qui-Gon reached out and took his student's hand. "And we shall start with two hours of meditation."
"Master!"
"Let's make it three, then."
Anakin: Literally
"But Master, it wasn't my fault! I was doing fine!"
"Tell that to the other pilot. I told you not to fly that speeder, Anakin. The controls aren't calibrated properly, but you went ahead and did it anyway. Isn't that right?"
Anakin hung his head, temporarily subdued. "Yes Master. I just wanted to see if I could. I didn't crash too badly."
Obi-Wan shook his head, arms folded over his chest. "That's not the point, Anakin. The point is that I told you not to do something because of the danger, and you disobeyed and did it anyway. Right?"
"Yes Master. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Obi-Wan nodded his approval. "I accept your apology, but there are still consequences for your actions."
Anakin nodded, accepting his fate.
"Anakin, you are not allowed to fly for the next two weeks. Consider yourself grounded." Anakin's eyes widened, he couldn't, wouldn't, accept this without a fight.
"Two whole weeks! That's forever!"
Obi-Wan nodded solemnly. "I can extend it if you wish, Padawan." Anakin shut his mouth abruptly, before it landed him in any more trouble.
"Good. Now get yourself cleaned up. You still have engine oil in your hair."
Ahsoka: Just a Precaution
"But Master, I'm fine!" Ahsoka insisted, following her Master into the main room. Anakin shook his head, it didn't take a Jedi to notice she was still limping.
"Ahsoka. Tano. You're injured. I'm not letting you back in the field with a broken ankle, no way."
Ahsoka folded her arms over her chest, face hardening into a stubborn expression. "Fine. I'll find a way back on the ship; betcha Rex'll help me sneak on."
Anakin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Note to self: Apologize to Obi-Wan. A lot.
"I'm sorry Ahsoka, but if you're going to try that, then I'm grounding you. Until your ankle is healed and you're cleared by a doctor. Understood?"
"But that's not fair!" She cried, stomping her foot, only to squeak in pain and sit down hard, clutching her ankle.
Instantly, Anakin was at her side, expression torn between concerned and smug.
"Your choice, Snips. You can either be out of the field until your ankle heals, or for the next lunar cycle. It's up to you."
Ahsoka glared at him, but didn't retaliate. "I'll let my ankle heal."
Anakin smiled. "Excellent. Now, about your chores..."
"Master!"