(A/N: Heya! Thanks to Starlight and Arrow Maker for reviewing It's nice to know one's work is appreciated. And yes I will write more to KotOR gone Insane...as soon as I feel like it. Highschool stinks...don't you agree? :-P)

"And it's not like I intentionally broke her make-up! It just happened! And she left her lightsaber in plain sight, an accident waiting to happen if you ask me...I'm a teenager for goodness sake! Deadly weapons of mass destruction fascinate me!" I said as sulkily as I could, sticking my out my lower lip and crossing my arms in front of my chest for emphasis. Instead of the, "Oh I'm sorry Mission, I'll try and talk Bastila down." I expected to hear from Wembly, I got laughed at. I scowled at him and he grinned in return, wiping some of tears from his eyes brought upon by his laughter. "Aren't you going to help me?!" I yelled in an exasperated manner.

He blinked, cocked his head to one side, a grin growing across his face. He chuckled and said, "Sure Mission. I'll help you." I was about to thank him when his eyes bulged and he shoved me roughly into a nearby locker, slamming the door as soon as I was in, narrowly missing one of my head-tails. I was about to begin what would probably have been a VERY interesting string of insults when Bastila stormed in. I closed my open mouth and stayed as quiet as I possibly could be. Bastila stalked right up to Wembly, one fist clenched at her side, the other holding a tach by the scruff of its neck.

[Oops...so that's where Bongo got to...] I thought to myself, hoping that Bastila wouldn't kill my pet in one of her "Everyone is insane but ME" rages. Luckily, Bastila just plopped Bongo the tach onto Wembly's lap. Said tach climbed onto Wembly's shoulders and chattered indignantly at Bastila. She ignored Bongo and asked Wembly, her voice thick with anger, "Where is Mission?!" Wembly blinked, pat Bongo on the head and said as innocently as he could, "Mission? Which Mission? The Twi'lek or the mission to destroy the Star Forge?" Bastila made a weird snarling noise and yelled, "The Twi'lek you idiot!"

Wembly then pulled the most sad, pathetic face I ever saw on him. He started whimpering as he said, "I'm not an idiot...I'm just a little slow." At this point, Bastila slapped him full across the face. Her eyes widened in surprise as did Wembly's. "Damn it woman! That was my only face!!!" Wembly roared in an offended manner. Bastila turned beet red, muttered a quick apology and ran out.

I stepped out of the locker and looked over at Wembly who was currently rubbing his jaw. "Note to self: Next time Bastila decides to slap me...dodge." Wembly muttered to himself. I grinned as I walked over to him, gathered Bongo up into my arms and said, "Thanks for that Wembly." He nodded absent-mindedly and said, "Let's just say you owe me one...if Bastila ever gets pissed at me, you're going to have to cover for me." I chuckled and said, "Fine fine...I'll just hope that never happens...I have no wish to be slapped by an extremely pissy Jedi." "WHO'S PISSY?!" I heard someone yell behind me. I yelped in surprise and bolted, Bastila in hot pursuit.