A.N: New chapteeeeeeer! :D
I figured that I'd get it out here before I go, I'll be leaving for Kreta in... an hour. Woops.
Ah well, I hope you enjoy this, even though it's short and I haven't been able to beta it at all, and thank you for the lovely reviews on the last chapter! You guys are the best! ^-^

Warnings: Obi-Wan's (D:) potty mouth. A loooooooot of garbage. XD

The interior of Ena-Rana was dark and gloomy.

The room they'd first entered, some sort of make do living room/dining hall/drivers shuttle, was covered with stuff; it was covering every table, overflowing every shelf and littering the floor; rotten food, unwashed clothing, heaps of molding old magazines, something that looked suspiciously like a hand grenade (?!), droid parts – and everything, literally everything stank of fuel oil.

Suddenly, one of the discarded Chinese takeout cartons on the floor moved, and Obi-Wan took a horrified step back, wanting with every fiber of his being to escape this flying garbage pile of death.

"Don't like what'cha see?" Bane drawled from just behind him, bringing Obi-Wan out of his stupor and making him turn towards him. The duros had just finished gathering up the rope ladder and was now standing fiddling with some buttons on the wall. After pushing a big, red one, the door closed itself with a loud "BAM" that made a wave of claustrophobia wash over the former Jedi master.

He wasn't sure for how long he'd been standing staring at the exit before he realized that Bane was looking at him, big red eyes glistening dangerously, expecting an answer.

"Oh well… Well no. I think it's a lovely room of trash! Is that a moldy slice of pizza I see there behind those boxers?"

"I left it there last week. Don't have much time to clean. Now if you don't mind I'd like to get this party started, shall we?" Bane grunted, before pushing his way past Obi to stalk through the room, kicking some trash away from his path as he did so, and sitting down by the controls.
"You coming or not?"

Slowly, Obi-Wan followed, making sure to walk as far away from the still moving Chinese takeout carton as he possibly could, before sitting down in the chair next to the duros – right onto something soft and sticky.

As struck by lightning the human got to his feet, turned around and saw another moldy slice of pepperoni pizza laying there before him, mushed.

"What the hell, Bane?!" He screeched, and the duros give him a mean, full toothed smile.

"Welcome to Ena-Rana, Ben Kenobi."

"That is disgusting!"

"If ya' don't like it, you're welcome to leave. But only for approximately sixty more seconds, I'm just about ready to start this princess up…"

"We need to clean this place!"

"Fifty-five… fifty-four… fifty-three…"

"Bane!"

"…forty-eight… forty-seven… forty-six…"
"I'm not leaving in this ship until it's sanitary!"

"…thirty-two… thirty-one… thirty… twenty-nine… If I were you I'd either start buckling up or getting ready to leave now, Kenobi. It's going to be a bumpy ride out of the atmosphere."

Just to prove his point, Bane turned the engines on, that started with a terrifying roar, and the entire ship began to shake violently.

"BANE!"

"…twenty-eight… twenty-seven…"

"GODS! You're even more stubborn than Anakin, you know that?" Obi-Wan screamed, wiped the pizza slice from the chair hastily, sat down and buckled himself up.

"One!"

The engines gave another, even louder, even more horrifying roar that made Obi's heart clench in his chest and his hands grab a tight grip on the chair's arm wrest's, everything was shaking so violently his teeth were clattering together, his thoughts went to his luggage, that weren't tied down and probably smashed to pieces by now, for one second and to the door that had been so easily opened just minutes past the second, and then they were up, up, up in the air and flying.

He didn't think too much after that.

He just closed his eyes, held on tight and tried not to scream as the ship forced its shaky way against gravity, through the atmosphere, out into clear, open, empty, relatively safe space.

Once the shaking had calmed down a bit and his heart had stopped trying to break out of his chest, Obi-Wan opened his eyes again, only to find Bane looking at him from the other chair, giving him an aggravatingly smug grin.

"Enjoying the ride so far, Kenobi?"

"Fuck you!" He snarled, before forcing the seat belt off of him and stumbling up onto the floor, legs trembling as if he was Bambi on Ice and not a former, respectable Jedi Master. "And we still need to clean this place up!"

"You do that, Kenobi…" he froze. "…I've got more important things to take care of."

Slowly, he turned back around towards the happily smiling duros.

"Like what?"

"Well finding your missing ladies, of course. What else?"

"While I clean your ship?"

"It's a perfect set up, isn't it? I'll be cleaning up your mess, while you'll be cleaning up mine. Circle of life."

"So that's why you were so insistent on using your ship? So that I could clean up your pile of garbage?!"

"Or, if you're going to take it that way, we could always change the name to the Law of the Jungle…"

"Bane, I'm warning you…!"
The duros only laughed.

"I'm joking, Kenobi. Don't you see?"

"I didn't even know that you were capable of kidding anyone."

"Yes, well, you're right of course. I must have spent too much time with those damned pirates…"
…

"…does this mean you won't do it?"

"What?"

"Clean the ship?"

Obi-Wan took a look around himself.

Suddenly, he discovered that there where a pair of very dirty underwear hanging from the ceiling. And the Chinese takeout box was still moving.

He sighed.

"No."

"Perfect! Now get to work!"