Entry 6

Unfortunately the giant crustacean that mistook me for his lunch, was the least of my problems in the Arena of Doom. Mr. Ackley was simply the one problem I had the most satisfaction solving. Well almost.

I could almost see the sweat pouring down the Neimoidans when Master Windu walked in to the viewing box and slid his purple lightsaber under Jango's chin. Even Buckethead looked worried, everyone knows you don't' mess with Mace, especially when he is in a particularly bad mood. Judging by the look on Master Windu's face heads were about to roll. In Jango's case that turned out literally.

Not surprisingly Dooku and the Wonder Twins, were less than pleased to see him. They should know by now that Master Windu never makes a threat he can't back up. He brought almost the entire Jedi order with him. How's that for backup. I haven't seen that many angry Jedi fully armed and ready for battle since Anakin set off the fire alarm at 4 am during a thunderstorm. It's a good thing for Anakin's sake that Jedi don't hold grudges.

The Neimoidans responded in their usual cowardly fashion. With what else? Another Droid army. Are there even any Neimoidans beside Nute and his flunkies? All we ever see are droids. I guess it is easier to run and hide if you don't have to do your own fighting. 200 Jedi vs. 500 battledroids. Sounds fair to me.

That Geonosian sun is stronger than it looks. I could've sworn there was a battle droid with the head of a protocol droid, and a protocol droid with the head of a battle droid. Maybe it was just a flashback to that brownie adventure in the library.

And just when I started wondering where Master Yoda was in all this, guess who shows up, commanding his own transport. And look he brought company. Send in the clones! Things ought to get really interesting now.