Entry 7
Mace popped the lid off of Buckethead, so he won't be causing us anymore problems. It was a lucky shot for Mace. Apparently Mandalorian rocket packs don't come with a guarantee against being trampled by an angry Reek. I almost feel sorry for the guy, first he gets crunched under the hooves of an angry stampeding monster, then he finds himself topped off by the same guy who Maced the Reek. Guess those rocket packs aren't all they are cracked up to be. Too bad he can't get his money back.
Once it became clear things were not going to turn out the way Dooku and the Wonder Twins had planned, Dooku did what any self respecting villain does in that situation, he ran like frightened nerf. Anakin, the Senator and myself hopped the first transport away from the battlefield. After getting off a few good shots, we saw Dooku heading for the hanger. We would have had him, but the Senator missed the order to hang on, and went flying out. Apparently she took Anakin with her. His body stayed on board, but the rest of him was someplace else.
I'm surprised our poor clone pilot didn't get whiplash, from our argument. Set it down, keep going, set it down, keep it going. Any other pilot would have turned around and told up to make up our collective minds before he does something neither of us will like. By some quirk of fate, and the Senator's name, I managed by the skin of my teeth to get Anakin to see the light. We made it to the hangar where Dooku was. If I thought we were going to put and end to this then and there, I was having delusions of grandeur.
Of course Anakin as usual didn't listen. Why would he want to start that now? I might have a heart attack if that happened and then where would we be? Not that Anakin would let a little thing like that stop him. I'm just the Master it's not like that gives me any authority or anything. A rather agile octogenarian was thus able to cremate a thirty-year-old Master and his twenty-year-old Padawan, the supposed Chosen One. Though maybe if Anakin were a little less Chosen and a little more One with the rest of us, maybe things could have been different. Though I must admit Anakin did fight rather impressively. He would have won too, if Dooku hadn't so rudely disarmed him. I guess fair fighting is not a character trait Sith possess. I'll never tell him, but I was quite impressed, by his fighting.
Who knew an eighty-year-old man could move so well? (I think he maybe starting to get a bit senile though, I could have sworn I heard him mumbling something about a ring having great power) I wonder if I will be that spry when I am that old? I wonder if my hair will ever be that perfect? I wonder when someone will actually break with tradition and start listening to me.
Anakin was rather shaken of course. Who can blame him? The last time I saw him sweat that much, was when he had that recurring nightmare about a group of older women who kept chasing after him, screaming about pool boys and demanding drinks. He never told me everything that happened in that dream, but even now all I have to do is whisper the name Mrs. Robinson and he gets this very strange look of terror on his face.
All was not lost however. Right as Dooku was ready to tuck tail and run again, Master Yoda showed up. In all my years as a Jedi, I've never seen the little green guy that angry. I guess having your padawan become a Sith Lord would tend to make one rather cranky. I can't imagine what that must be like. Being forced to fight your own student, must be more painful than hot lava on bare skin.
Master Yoda hasn't moved that quickly since the morning one of the younglings accidentally put hot sauce in his breakfast. I actually feel sorry for the poor kid. On the bright side, I don't think the grout in the Council washroom has ever looked whiter. I don't blame Yoda for being peeved. Hot sauce definitely did not agree with him. Even Master Windu wouldn't stand too close to him for quite sometime after that one. I guess hot sauce and Yoda (what ever he is) don't mix. (Does anyone in the known galaxy have any idea what Yoda is, or Yaddle for that matter? Talk about your unsolved mysteries.)
Dooku still managed to get away, by once again violating that fair fighting clause. When it became clear that he wasn't going to out fight Yoda, he distracted him by trying to flatten Anakin and me.
Once it was over, who shows up but the Senator. Apparently falling out of a fast moving transport isn't as detrimental to one's heath as some of us had thought. She didn't even seem to notice that Anakin wasn't the only one in the hangar. Apparenly lip therapy is also the the new standard treatment for amputations. If those two stood any closer together they would have been one person. I am starting to seriously consider the possiblity that they are a little more than just friends. I had the distinct impression that she would prefer it if the two of them were anywhere but here? I know he is only being brave because she is here. The way Anakin is acting you would think it was only a flesh wound. At least they finally noticed the rest of us. For a brief minute I thought I was going to need a crowbar to separate them.
By the way, not that anybody noticed or asked.(Why start now?), but I am okay. I was not hurt that bad, it only really hurts when I laugh. Good thing I don't do that very often. I could really go for a brownie and a drink right about now though. Good thing I put a stash on my ship before I left on this little adventure. I'm just glad Anakin's never found them. Then again, maybe a little mellowing might do the boy some good.
