A/N: This is my FIRST Star Wars fic, so please bear with me. I don't know that much about it yet. So, yeah. If you're going to review, I'm going to have to request that you say only good things. No constructive criticism or anything that has to do with criticism. (I loose confidence easily.) Just encouragement to keep on writing and good things please. I need to find a little buddy here who can help me write this fic, so if you're interested, my AIM is: standbyyourman12. My YIM is: feltonobsessionx and my MSN is: That is also my e-mail if you didn't figure that one out. ? So…yeah. On with the show!
Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin are sent on a mission to check for illegal drug usage/dealing at a local night club. Apparently Ms. Sanura Palette is the druggie. However, the Jedi Council made a terrible mistake. They accused the wrong girl. Obi-Wan and Anakin make it up to her by doing her a personal favor and discover the real Sanura; a single mother who works several jobs to support them. Obi-Wan immediately feels guilty and befriends Ms. Sanura. Friendship may turn into something more. A mistake? A secret? A burden? A gift? Or the best thing that ever happened to Obi-Wan? (Takes place in the beginning of Episode III, when Anakin is still a "good" boy. –pats Anakin and hands him a cookie-)
"Anakin."
"Yes master?"
"Get in."
"Yes master."
Obi-Wan Kenobi slid into the driver's seat of the little ship of his. Anakin Skywalker slid in the passenger seat obediently. They both buckled up. After all, click it or ticket. With a few flicking of switches, the sneaky, little ship was up and flying quite swiftly towards the new "hip" night club called Verdi Jade.
"Anakin."
"Yes master?"
"You do understand what the mission is, don't you?"
"Yes master."
"Go in, find the girl, get the drugs, and bring the girl with us back to the Council so that they can decide what to do with her." Obi-Wan spoke swiftly, calmly and…wisely. He was a very wise fellow.
Anakin only nodded in reply. He seemed actually remotely excited to do this mission. Perhaps it was because there was a night club involved? Night club meant lots of really hot dancing girls? OF COURSE, he totally wouldn't mess with them at ALL. (After all he was a secretly-married Jedi!) He would try not to become distracted.
Obi-Wan's hands gripped the steering wheel and took a sharp turn to the left and then downwards. It was much further down than most of the places he and his padawan went. He continued going in this direction for about five minutes and then he saw a very dark green, glowing sign that read in very large, exotic and loopy letters VERDI JADE. This was the place? It was a lot nicer than he thought it would be. He parked the ship carefully. "Anakin, it is always important to park your ship very carefully. If you do a sloppy job, some crazy drunk old man could easily run into it because he doesn't like the way it is parked." Obi-Wan's face was immediately distorted in a look of confusion. That was an extremely random outburst of nonsense. He shook his head.
Anakin looked at him oddly. He hesitated to reply. "Yes master…" He spoke again. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little off. Does this mission bother you?"
Obi-Wan responded much to quickly. "No, no not at all." He glanced at Anakin. Oh poo. He knew. Obi-Wan got extremely nervous when going into clubs. He didn't like the idea of being wedged in between some crazy girls or guys dancing like complete idiots. Actually, it made him downright uncomfortable. He lifted his hood over his head. Anakin did the same. They walked in, side by side.
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Master Yoda sat in his chair, as did the rest of the members of the council. "Not sure am I, of Master Kenobi going to a club with his padawan. How he is with large groups of strangers, we all know." He sighed and shook his green head.
"I'm sure he'll be able to do this with Anakin at his side." Master Windu attempted to lighten the mood. It didn't exactly work on Master Yoda, but…Master Windu pretended it did.
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Two dark, cloaked figures entered Verdi Jade. They were immediately greeted by a rush of loud music, a throbbing beat that shook the floor and a sudden gust of the scent of sweat, perfume, cologne and liquor. Underneath the hood, Obi-Wan was attempting to find a pocket of clean air. Anywhere! In his hood, out of his hood, downwards, upwards, to the east, to the west. There was none. Anakin seemed unaffected by this awful stench. He seemed to quite enjoy it, actually. He looked all Jedi Buisnessish. Obi-Wan immediately felt very proud. He had done an excellent job with Anakin. He had a good understanding of the Force, and he used it well. The Force was strong about Anakin Skywalker.
"Anakin."
Anakin stood there.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan said this louder.
Anakin turned from him.
Obi-Wan fumed. "ANAKIN!" He shouted quite loudly.
Anakin turned around. "Yes, master?"
Obi-Wan calmed down. "Go to the…the…bartender. Ask him if he knows…" He withdrew a slip of paper from the pocket of his cloak and read it aloud, "Sanura Palette."
Anakin nodded and stealthily merged with the large mass of humans and creatures alike. Soon enough, Obi-Wan saw Anakin's dark figure emerge from the crowd and speak to the bartender. The bartender…laughed. He laughed! Anakin was nodding, turning around and looking. He nodded again. He glanced up and waved Obi-Wan over. Obi-Wan immediately tensed up. How the hell was he going to get through this…this…MOB without getting injured! He inhaled a deep breath, and dove into the crowd.
Holding his breath, Obi-Wan scampered around swaying, rotating and oddly positioned bodies and soon enough, he popped out of the crowd and was next to Anakin. That wasn't…terrible. Anakin spoke into Obi-Wan's ear: "He says how could we not know who Sanura is. She's the one right in the middle. The main one. The blonde one right….there!" He stood up on his tip-toes and pointed to a vertically challenged, blonde, pale young woman attired in a surprisingly very clean outfit. It looked like it came out of a non-druggie's closet. Anakin's gaze met Obi-Wan's. "How are you planning to get her out of there?"
Obi-Wan thought for a moment. Then he spoke slowly. "Get her out of there, Anakin, any way you can." Anakin nodded in response. He went in.
Obi-Wan watched as best he could. He saw Anakin speaking to the not-so-very-tall girl in a calm tone, but when she shook her head and laughed, he saw him speak firmly. She seemed worried. Still sort of swaying, he took her by the wrist firmly but gently and lead her out. She looked very confused, very worried and very…frightened. She yelled above the crowd at Anakin and Obi-Wan. "What do you want?"
Anakin gestured towards his master. Obi-Wan spoke in the calmest, most bold voice he could. He asserted his authority. "We are from the Jedi Council and request to see your mode of transportation, Miss Palette. We are lead to believe you are dealing and using illegal drugs. We must search you and your ship at this time."
Anakin gave Obi-Wan a double-take glance. He whispered to Obi-Wan, "SEARCH her? We have to thoroughly search her?" Obi-Wan nodded.
Sanura looked very alarmed. "I can assure you, I am not a drug dealer."
Obi-Wan gave her the death stare.
Sanura gave in. "Uh…right this way sir."
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In no time, Obi-Wan and Anakin had searched her little ship and her. There was only one thing he hadn't searched: HER PURSE. HER HAND BAG. WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT. "Miss Palette, I'm going to have to search your hand bag." He spoke calmly, confidently and reassuringly. Just the Obi-Wan charm I suppose.
The color drained from her face. "No. No no no no no. You can't! That is an invasion of privacy!" She was given the death stare. She gave in. Again.
He took the black, silky purse. He slowly opened it. Seemed like a regular purse? He wouldn't really know what a purse looked like on the inside. He didn't carry one very often. Anakin just sort of stood there, leaning against the ship, mentally laughing at Obi-Wan for having to go through the poor lady's purse.
It was filled with make-up of all kinds. Eyeliner, eye shadow, lip stick, lip gloss, mascara, foundation, blush, powder. The whole shebang. He didn't want to know how much it all cost. Probablly a fortune. Then he noticed a little zipper on the inside to the side. He unzipped that and…
IMMEDIATELY SHUT IT.
"Well, sorry Miss Palette, no drugs here. Well, you have a nice night. Sorry for the inconvenience. We'll be sure to tell the council you are innocent." Obi-Wan spoke in a rushed fashion, very awkward. He was not the smoothest with the pretty ladies. He had seen way too much of her private belongings and was not planning on ever doing a purse-search again. Anakin would be doing that. Speaking of Anakin, he was turning red just trying to contain hysterical laughter.
Sanura yanked her purse back and put her hands on her fairly curvy-ish hips. "You seriously think I'm going to let you off the hook without a personal favor in return? Boy, you must be some kind of crazy. I have a lot of grocery shopping to do. I need help bringing the bags in. You, and you are going to help me at the grocery store and bring in the bags. Understand?"
Obi-Wan and Anakin simply nodded, totally in a daze. This was by far the oddest favor ever asked of them. Anakin removed his hood, scratched his long, dark hair and shrugged. "I'll take our ship. You go with her." He whispered. "She could be dangerous."
Obi-Wan was still in shock and was nodding helplessly. As soon as Anakin was hovering above ground, did he realize he had to drive with an ex-suspect of drug dealing. He slapped his forehead and threw himself into the passenger seat of the lady's car. He was almost…pouting! OBI-WAN KENOBI WAS POUTING!
Sanura sighed. "Look, I'm sorry mister. I just have a little bit of trouble at home and I can barely get the groceries in. Plus, I have to get a lot of groceries." She shrugged. She seemed genuinely sorry.
Obi-Wan gave in. She seemed nice enough.
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A/N: What do you think? Remember, only nice things. No constructive criticism. No bad things no nothing like that. I won't be able to write more that way! Next chapter will be of grocery shopping and dropping off. Don't be a stranger! IM me! E-Mail me! Something! I'd love to hear from you!