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.
4) 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 Four
Smiling a bit, Mikado gives the troopers' mess hall another long look. Several of the clones wander between groups to find a place to sit, which seems like they don't separate by battalion or legion. A group in one of the corners burst out laughing, probably at a story or joke that was told.
Turning to the group that had invited him and Agenic along, he asks the question that has been burning on his mind.
"What was your opinion of the Jedi when you first met them?" The group hesitates, sharing looks with each other before one of them speaks.
"Strange." States one of the clones with green markings on their clothes. "I had to confirm what General Yaddle thought the word 'family' meant. As it turns out, there's no word or an exact translation for it in their native language."
"Generals Yoda and Yaddle have a native language?" Mikado echoes as he recalls that the two are the same species, a frown on his face.
"That kind of explains their backwards talk." Another clone in grey mutters, giving the other a long look. "Did you get the chance to ask her where she's from?"
"Yep." The first clone replies as he pops the 'p,' stretching in his seat. "She just smiled, handed me a carving, and took off. I think they get weirder as they get older. General Yoda happens to be pretty… eccentric."
With the questioning looks from most around him, he reaches into a pocket and pulls out a block of wood. With surprisingly amazing detail, the wood was carved into a small likeness of the zillo beast, the small replica standing on all legs with its tail curling over its back. The other clones with green markings pull out the loth-cat and snow fox carvings they were given, smiles on all of their faces as they explain why the small general had given it to them.
He shares a look with Agenic, surprise on both of their faces. So I wasn't the only one to notice the zillo beast winking to its owner.
•~*~•
"Single, double, or triple?" Master Windu shoots at the taller being when Master Poof makes his way into the High Council chamber, a curious look on his face. The being hums in clear thought as he sits in his chair, giving the Korun a searching gaze before he answers. Sitting in what would be considered the 'corner' of the round room, the Weequay camera woman watches the conversation.
"Single, Mace." A look of irritation crosses Master Windu's face before it becomes blank, eyes settled on the other's face.
"Lick one of Yoda's toenails." The Head of the Order starts, causing the others to scowl in disgust. "Or you can answer this one question: why do you moan when you eat peanut butter?"
"I happen to find peanut butter to be very delicious." The Quermian quickly shoots back, smirking at the dark look he gets in return. "No offense, Yoda, but having to lick one of your toenails is not something anyone would want to do."
The Master in question hums in agreement, chewing on his cane. "Ask the next being, you should." He states, half-lidded eyes swiveling to the other. Is he… getting high?
"Obi-Wan: single, double, or triple?" Several seconds pass as the young human strokes his beard, deep in thought as he tries to pick the best choice. The others in the room watch him, eager to see what he'd say.
"I will choose single as well."
"What's going on between you, your padawan, and the lovely Senator from Naboo?" Master Poof asks as soon the much shorter being finishes speaking, causing the group to gasp. "Or you can comm. that commander of yours and tell him that he has a rather nice butt."
He smirks at the shocked look that's on Master Kenobi's face, leaning back in his chair. Muttering under his breath, the much younger Jedi reaches a hand into the crevice of his chair and pulls out… a bottle of whiskey?
"Anyone have a glass?" He asks, ignoring the frowns from the others. Not waiting for an answer, Master Kenobi quickly pops open the bottle and takes a long swing. Pulling out his comm, the man dials a number and waits for the call to be picked up.
"General?" The voice of his commander asks, several of the other masters giggling from their seats.
"Hello, Cody. I have something rather important that I have to say to you." All eyes immediately settle on the young Jedi as he pauses, watching with intense stares. "You have a really nice ass."
Spluttering comes through the comm, his comment clearly shocking the clone. Giving the Quermian a dark and long look, he turns off the comm and slides it back into its pocket. He shakes his head, choosing to sip at the bottle as he looks around the chamber.
A knock on one of the doors draws their eyes over. After one of the Councilors calls for the doors to be open, the head of one of the padawans pops through the small slit.
"Masters, there are several bags of… fan mail here for all of you." With a raised eyebrow, Master Windu waves for her to send in the bags.
Six bags are reeled in by a droid, who lightly plops them in the center of the chamber. Without a sound, the droid makes its way through the doors and disappears. With narrowed eyes, the twelve Jedi stare at the bags.
"They're labeled." The Weequay points out in hesitation, seeing that each bag has two names on them. Probably sorted by the pairs sitting directly next to each other.
Reaching out a hand, one of the Jedi that's not a hologram makes the bags float into the air. Ignoring the frown that comes from Master Windu, the bags make their way to the pair with their names on it.
•~*~•
(Creep) Sith Lord Sidious plops into the chair he hadn't yet broken, anger clear in the Force.
That show is ruining his plans! The people are starting to like the Jedi! How dare they? If people like them, than it'd be all that much harder to kill those bastards off!
Scowling at the comm that starts to ring, he carefully hides his Force presence again. If his plans are to work, he can't have the Jedi finding him.