Ok, first of all... SORRY GUYS! :( First we moved, and then things got BUSY. Like, REALLY busy. I'm here now. I don't know when the next one will be, but it's coming.
Also, the end of this fanfic is approaching. I just don't quite know how yet. Ideas are helpful.
Sorry again. Enjoy the update
By the way, there is language in this chapter. I'll just tell you now. It says bitch once. SOrry. THis fic IS rated T you know. It's appropriately used anyway.
Ok, read.
"Alright, so you're on our team now," Anakin grumbled, glaring coldly at Mace. "That doesn't mean I like you. I never will."
"Same," Serena added, rubbing at the word PWNED stamped on the side of her face.
Mace returned their gazes impassively. "No offense, but I don't care. I find focusing on the next move to be more important.
"Which is why," Mindy added, setting her work down and facing them, "I will work on a few new devices after I'm done with my current invention."
"And your current invention is…?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Do we want to know?"
"It's a cleaning agent for these stamps," she replied, returning to her work. "Their victories won't be so sweet without those stupid stamps."
"Um… Mindy?" Anakin interrupted, "we use those 'stupid stamps' more than they do."
"I know, but it's not like they're going to get their hands on this." She held up her solution in progress, which currently looked like a glowing purple goo.
Mace took the beaker from her and eyed it. "Can we focus more on the offense instead of… this? Do you even know if it's safe?"
"I haven't tested it yet," she retorted, snatching it back.
"Test it on Mace," Anakin encouraged, sitting to watch. "That'll brighten my day if nothing else does."
Mace immediately snatched away the beaker again, not waiting for Mindy's reply. "Absolutely NOT," he snapped. "Let's get rid of this thing before Mindy kills all of us, shall we?"
Mindy tried to retrieve the solution from Mace, only to knock it from his hand and send it shattering to the floor. The moment it hit the floor, the entire solution burst into flames. Mace jumped back, awestruck, while Mindy just stood there and stared.
"But…" Mindy stammered. "It… and… the… the solution… it was… THAT ISN'T EVEN POSSIBLE!"
Mace smirked as the flames consumed the solution and eventually died out. "Well THAT was…"
"Don't be sarcastic," Mindy warned. "I'll… go work on something… for… the prank war."
"I don't like where this is going," Obi-Wan murmured warily as Mindy left.
"Don't like what?" Anakin replied, "having a mad scientist on our team? I think it's pretty cool."
"If nothing else," Mace added, "it will make the outcome of our next move much more interesting."
"Yeah, speaking of that," Ahsoka interrupted, "can we make plans now?"
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Plo asked, an edge of uncertainty in his voice. "Even if it does…"
"It will be epic as always," Kit promised. They were in Mace's room, but they weren't just picking on him this time; they had visited each of their enemy's rooms and done the same. "How are the camera installations going?"
"Done," Aayla and Shaak replied in unison. Shaak grinned and continued. "There are two in the wall, here and here… and there's one in the ceiling. You can see the reactions from every angle."
"Awesome!" Kit applauded. "The… renovations are just about finished as well," he concluded as he finished tinkering with the lighting. "Is this our last stop?"
"I believe so," Aayla replied. "Where are Ki and Saesee?"
"They're just making sure nobody's coming."
Aayla nodded. "Alright… and Yoda?"
Kit shrugged. "I don't know. I think he said he was going to do his own contribution."
"What would he possibly want to do on his own?" Plo asked. "I mean, great, but… I can't really see Yoda… never mind."
"It's alright," Kit assured, "I was thinking the same thing. We need to have faith in him. He seemed pretty determined.
"In the meantime, I think we're done here," Shaak concluded. "What do we do now?"
Kit grinned. "We step back and watch the fun," he replied. "I think the whirlwind-rebels are having a meeting right now, but they'll have to go to their rooms eventually."
"Why do I get the feeling this is going to only be funny the first time?" Aayla asked uncertainly as they began to leave the room. Kit led them into the hallway and turned to her, his smile widening.
"Because you've never seen this before," he replied. "Believe me, it's going to be great. Now come on. Let's get a look at all of the cameras together so we don't miss anything."
"Rather than targeting one person," Mace mused, "we could place our focus on the group as a whole."
"Right," Obi-Wan agreed. "Our only issue is that we don't know what to do."
Anakin rested his forehead in his hands. "You're all ignorant," he complained.
Mace snorted. "Whatever you say, Mr. Anti-helium."
Mindy laughed as she continued on her second try with the ink remover. "Maybe I shouldn't finish this," she chuckled. "That PWNED stamp looks excellent on you, Anakin."
"Are we done with low blows?" Anakin grumbled through his teeth. "I'd really like to get back to the war now."
"You started it," Mace pointed out.
Anakin stood up. "That doesn't mean it's ok for you to…"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Ladies, ladies, please. The war."
"If it were up to me," Anakin continued, concealing his irritability, "I would find a way to turn them against each other."
Mace shrugged. "At least then both teams would be on the same level."
"You guys need to think out of the box," Mindy suggested, holding up a device of hers. "Why don't you try this? They play with gasses, we counter with technology."
"Does it spontaneously combust?" Mace asked.
"No."
"Continue then," he replied, eyeing it with curiosity.
Mindy nodded and started pushing buttons. "Have any of you ever seen those commercials where all the adults are talking in little kid voices?"
Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged glances.
"No," Anakin replied.
Mindy paused, looking at each member of the group individually. "Oookaaaaay. Either way, this device creates that affect, making a person speak in the voice that they had as a child. I know it's kind of a cheap shot to do the same thing to them that they did to us, but it's better than nothing, right?"
"What else do you have up your sleeve?" Mace asked, impressed.
"Lot's of things," Mindy answered, "but I only use them when necessary."
"What is the science behind that device?" Obi-Wan continued. He looked skeptical.
Mindy put the device down and crossed her arms. "It's Mindy science. It doesn't have to make sense. Just leave it to me. All you guys need to do this time is round up the Fists. I'll do the rest."
"Alright," Anakin replied. "Feel free to use your other tricks too, while they're all together. In the meantime, I think this meeting is adjourned."
"I agree," Obi-Wan said with a nod. "Anakin and I will get back to you when we find a way to gather the fists."
"Very well," Mindy replied with a nod. "Good luck."
"I sense somebody," Kit said softly, motioning for his team to pay attention. "It's… Anakin. Anakin and Obi-Wan. They're headed toward Obi-Wan's quarters."
Everyone turned their attention to the hologram of Obi-Wan's room, waiting with anticipation. As the holographic door slid open, they could catch the last bit of their foe's conversation.
"I'm sure we'll find a way to group them up, even if it means putting ourselves at risk," Obi-Wan assured as they entered. "Where should we lead them, though?"
"I don't think it matters," Anakin replied as Obi-Wan turned to get the lights.
The moment the switch was flipped, all of the lights in the room exploded into showers of sparks. Obi-Wan and Anakin both jumped, their eyes wide.
"WHAT THE KRIFF!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, taking several steps back in awe.
"AAAAIIIIIIEEEE!" Anakin squealed at the same moment, running behind his former mentor for shelter.
The Flying Fists erupted in laughter, passing high-fives around the room. Still chuckling, they turned back to the hologram to see what would happen next.
There was a long silence in Obi-Wan's quarters. Obi-Wan glanced behind him as Anakin stood tall again, his cheeks slightly flushed.
Obi-Wan's stolid expression very slowly melted into an amused grin.
"Don't say anything," Anakin growled.
"I'm not sure I know what to say, mr. 'hero with no fear'," Obi-Wan chuckled.
"Oooooh," Kit laughed. "Shut DOWN!"
"Look, look!" Aayla exclaimed. "Mace is walking into his room!"
Everyone turned their attention to the next hologram over as Mace went to turn on his lights. The same occurrence resulted.
"AAAACK!" Mace shouted, jumping out of the room as fast as his legs could take him. He re-entered the room in shock, quickly figuring out what had happened.
"FISTO!" He shouted, kicking the ground with frustration. Kit just laughed.
"Hey," Plo said, punching Kit in the shoulder to get his attention. "There's Yoda."
Yoda walked into Mace's room, eyeing the korun master with a completely neutral expression.
Mace turned to face him. "I'm sorry for the disrespect, master," he grumbled, "but your team is going to pay for this."
Yoda raised a hand in the air, lifting Mace with the force. "Are we now?" he replied, tilting his head to one side.
"Put me down!" Mace ordered, struggling to counter Yoda's hold on him. It was useless.
Yoda gave Mace a crooked smile. With one wave of his hand, Mace was sent flying through the air, crashing through a window, and falling to the platform below. Yoda performed a frontflip and landed flawlessly on the windowsill, looking down at Mace. "A bitch, revenge is," he called down.
Kit's jaw dropped. Everyone around him was dead quiet, exchanging occasional glances among themselves. Never before had they seen such a performance from Yoda; it was a lot to take in.
"I…" Kit stammered. "Um… I think we all need to… pay our respects to Yoda when we see him again."
"Yup," everyone agreed, awestruck.
It was another victory for the fists, but the war was far from over.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'those commercials where the adults talk like kids' which is by the way a subway commercial. Yeah; I don't own that.