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Warning: This chapter contains some rude Jedi, Bantha poop, colourful hats, and mild hyperness.

This being said, please read.

I stumbled into the Temple almost a month after I had left. I heard Anakin and Qui-Gon had gone on their first mission as Master and padawan.
Aawwww, how sweet: I need to go to the medic.
Apart from the huge gash on my arm (which is still bleeding at an alarming rate), the mission was fine, and I am now a knight.

Obi-Wan Kenobi- Jedi knight; I love the sound of that.

As I was in the medic center (I told you--- my arm) I realized that I was no longer a kid. I was no longer anyone's padawan and Qui-Gon couldn't tell me what to do! Haha! What shall I do with this time? train, meditate, switch all of Mace's hat stands to where they are all still there just slightly different? No, I did that before I left chuckle

Sleep, yeah, sleep sounds good.

And for five minutes, I did sleep, until I was rudely interrupted by someone idiot wearing a ridiculous hat that looked like a rainbow coloured penguin. "Whoa!" I said unwittingly, for it was Mace Windu, one of the most powerful Jedi in the universe, and keeper of the most ridiculous hats in the universe (well, I'm guessing in the universe, if there are stranger hats anywhere, I'd like to see them.) Mace got a very serious look in his eyes, 'uh, oh,' it thought. Mace hates it when people have a normal reaction to one of his hats.

"I hope that "Whoa!" was not directed at my hat, but rather my rather serious expression." He said, pointing to his face. "Whatever you say, Macy" I replied, rubbing my eyes.

"Quit calling me that!" he said, his eyes filling with fire.

"Whatever."

"Anyways, the temple has a mission for you." he said.

"Already? I just got back, like, an hour ago!" I replied.

"Well, we don't have many Jedi left, so many, many missions. Be in the council room at eight o'clock, standard time, of course." He said and walked away.

Darn it, he would probably give me a crappy mission just 'cause I had an impolite reaction to his head gear. Well, he's a Jedi, he wouldn't do something like that. It's sure to be forbidden somewhere in the Code.

Right?

"That's the crappiest mission ever!" I exclaimed after the Council told me of my assignment.

The mission was to go to a little known galaxy and help the natives of some tiny, unimportant planet, negotiate the removal of, get this, massive mounds of Bantha poop! Apparently, during the pointless civil war (this planet had probably twenty inhabitants), one of the sides dumped the excrement on the other's troops, and now that the war is over (somebody married somebody else and ended the war. Why didn't they do that in the first place?), the question is still at hand, who will clean up the crap? The side that dumped says the other should because it's on their land. The other says it should be the dumping side because you make the mess, you clean it up. So now I need to sort this out. I hope its winter there……

"Why does it have to be me?" I asked (whined).

"Because you're a rookie and you need an easy mission." Mace said, trying to hide that mischievous glint in his eye. I gave him and evil glance. Yoda saw the exchange, and gave me a sympathetic look, he also gave a disgusted glare to the two-foot tall blue and red flamingo perched on mace's hat, and staring forebodingly at Yoda.

I regarded the hat, politely this time. I wasn't going to take a chance on Mace making ME clean up the poop.

Still……

"Campdown lady sing that song, doodah-doodah, the campdown podrace track's five miles loooooooong, oh the doodah-day!" I sang. It was my fifth rendition of the song. I looked at Qui-Gon jinn, my new master and found him rubbing his temples in with a pained look on his face. I wonder what's wrong with him, especially since he joined in for the first two verses of the song, he probably didn't know there 15 more and soon was quiet. "Anakin, must you sing AGAIN. You've been singing since we left Coruscant." He said. I paused in the song for a moment. "Ok master." I said. Qui-gon smiled. "Now, our mission is…." He had barely gotten these words out before falling asleep. And falling me. I was nearly suffocated by his hair, why is it so long? After pushing the large Jedi with the crazy hair away from me, I tried to calm myself down, but I'm sooooo excited. My first mission, my first mission, my first mission, hey, hey, hey, hey! Ok, sit, yes sit down, be good, calm little Jedi!

"Hey, kid!" called the pilot. "Yeah?" I replied. "Would you mind getting me some coffee?" he asked. "Coffee?" what's that?

"Yeah, it's the hot black liquid in the funny shaped metal container." He clarified. "Oh!" I remembered. "Ok!" There was a large thermos by the coffee-thingy, I filled it up and took it to the pilot. "Thanks kid." He said gratefully. "Soooo, what does coffee do?" I asked.

"Look kid, I don't need you in here asking what stuff does, or trying to guess which switch controls the pitch, ok? Thanks for the coffee, get out." He replied, with tired annoyance echoing in the tiny cockpit. I pouted for a second, but he wasn't looking, so I left.

I stared at the coffee-thingy for a good long while before a brilliant thought caught me. I grabbed a small durastyrofoam cup and filled it to the top with the steamy liquid.

If he won't tell me what coffee does, I'll just have to see for myself………