Notes & Disclaimers:
1) I don't own the Star Wars characters, I'm simply playing in the sandbox.
3) There is Jedi and Slave culture, some I've made myself and some I've borrowed from others.
3) We've got eldritch Elemental beings that happen to be immortal and shapeshifters of some degree.
5) This story includes a living Yaddle.
Description
Out of irritation with the war and with permission from the Council, several talk show hosts create a show that airs weekly about the Jedi. They name the show Jedi of Light, and go around following Jedi and asking them questions.
Chapter Two
"What's it like, having four Jedi generals?" Mikado questions as he stands in the clones' quarters after stumbling across it, eyes settled on the clone in front of him.
This clone, much like the others, had changed his hair color and style, turning it into a red hue and shaved it into two stripes running down his head. The armor he's hanging on the wall is green, much different from those under his command.
"Technically," Commander Gree states, "my men and I only have two: General Unduli and her padawan. The other two don't have a battalion or legion under their command, and we're paired with them the most."
"Why is that?" A confused look crosses the Rodian's face, and a shrug is his answer.
"Probably because we're used to their quirks? I don't really know the reason." Several snickers fill the room, and Gree shoots them a dark look.
"Your healers are the only non-Jedi who know how to keep General Yoda in the med bay!" A clone calls out, and the snickers turn into outright laughs.
The commander half-heartedly scowls at them, smiling at the shocked look on Mikado's face. "They figured out how and why he leaves the med bay when backs is turned. Other healers haven't figured it out yet."
•~*~•
"What are the Jedi like, Commander Ponds?" The clone in question has a thoughtful look on his face, eyes settled on the human holding the holocamera.
"They gossip." Comes the reply, and the clone smiles at the group of padawans next to them. "Especially the younger ones, though a lot of it is just a bunch of speculation and rumor rather than truth."
"Really? What do they talk about?"
"At least a tenth of them think Cody, Rex, and I are dating our generals." The instant reply has the padawans squeaking in surprise and scattering, disappearing as quickly as they can. "And most think that General Koon will adopt the Wolfpack as soon as the war is finished. I think that one's most likely true, though."
•~*~•
"Commander Ponds was telling me about how Jedi gossip about certain topics. What can you tell us about that?"
Anakin Skywalker laughs at the question, shaking his head. "He's right, we gossip. I'm surprised he hadn't mentioned the betting that we do."
"Jedi bet on things?"
"Not with credits," the Jedi explains, "since we don't really use them, but with things like getting someone's favorite tea or sparring with them if they win the bet. It's based on the gossip we do."
"Do you have any bets going on? What do you gossip about? The commander had stated that some talk about whether or not a Jedi is secretly dating their captain/commander, and if General Koon is actually going to adopt the Wolfpack once the war is over."
General Skywalker laughs at the examples given, most likely having heard one or both of them. Setting down the holopad in his hands, he turns to the other human.
"I haven't contributed to the gossip or rumors, but I do have some bets going on. There's this one rumor going around that I have bet on. Master Hrochel, who's one of the few Wookies in the Order, swears on his lightsaber that Master Yaddle was shamelessly flirting with his birth mother about a century back."
Grinning at the shocked look, he continues. "Whether it's true or not hasn't been stated, but some of the bets are rather funny. My master and I have bet that if it's true, and if she's into men, I have to flirt with the Chancellor for a week whenever we're in the same room or on comms. If it's true and she's into other females, Obi-Wan owes me dinner."
"What about other bets?"
"There's this one master, I don't really know who, that has a bet that's fallen to my lineage. If it's true and if Master Yaddle says that she's into other females, he has to give one of us a foot rub."
"Count Dooku would owe me a bottle of my favorite wine if our bet goes that way." Jocasta Nu tells them as she walks by, leading a small Jedi to one of the nearby shelves. "It'd be a shame if he doesn't."