Something's different, something elusive……. but not elsewhere…thought Mace Windu as he walked through the Temple. He walked slowly to his quarters; there were ripples in the Force. Dark ripples, like hot fudge melting strawberry ice cream…..

They were coming from his hats! He pushed the door opening button and the door opened slowly. He drew his saber, ready for anything. At least he thought he was.

But what his eyes beheld, he could have never readied himself for! Yoda was slowly, gleefully, chopping the head of his blue-and-red flamingo hat!

Mace let out a cry of anguish, such and ending for his favourite hat!

He drew his saber and lunged at the two-foot tall figure who had taken no notice of him and was now dismembering the decapitated flamingo.

Suddenly a hard thump sent him flying back to reality.

It was only a dream, and he had fallen off his sleep-couch.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he got up and looked around, all his hats were still there, happily sitting on their stands, but in a slightly different order.

"Obi-Wan." Mace thought immediately.

Obi-Wan chuckled slightly to himself, thinking of what crazy dreams Mace would be having when the hat balance in the room was off. Still smiling stupidly, he walked off the transport and onto quite possibly the ugliest planet ever. Even Tatooine would win if these two went up against each other. The inhabitants weren't much more interesting or attractive as they greeted him with bored expressions and made their way over to the "Council room" which looked to obi-Wan as though an enormous cat had recently had a bad attack of furballs in the vicinity and the people took it into their minds to promptly made their council house, and other living quarters out of the cat sick.

The structures didn't smell much better either.

They asked him to sit, but since the chair was sticky and slightly squishy, he thought it better to stand before he caught something terrible. The inhabitants argued slowly amongst themselves for over and hour and Obi-wan was getting tired. Finally, he had to break in, "Look! Both sides make…excellent… arguments, but I think it would be up to the age-old tradition of heads or tails." The group looked at him as if he had sprouted antlers and was speaking in Hungarian, they had accepted him as one of their own. "What…..sort of…..heads and tails, eh? Well………" began the leader. Obi-Wan paused him and took a shiny new credit from his utility belt. "Call it sir, or uh, ma'am," he said as he flipped the coin into the air. "Taaaaaaaails" the being replied.

"Heads!" Obi-Wan said triumphantly. One leader hung its head, the other looked on wonderment, "Such magic……"

Obi-Wan nodded, "well, I'd love to stay and all that but I'm afraid I really must dash.." he backed towards the door slowly as the two leaders signed a contract. They barely looked up as obi-wan boarded his ship and left.

Finally, off that stupid planet. I was there about three hoursthe longest hours of my entire life. he thought, setting the ship on auto-pilot and curling up in the seat to take a nap. One thought occurred to him just before he closed his eyes:

'I'll have to make one damn good excuse for being gone one day.'

Maybe its time he took a vacation…..

The hot liquid burned down my throat, it tasted bitter. Hmmmm, I put some sugar in it, a little better, more sugar, little more….. that's good. Qui-Gon began to wake up, so I chugged the rest of the coffee, throwing the small cup in the trash receptacle, and crunched sugar crystals in my teeth.

"—to go to Rodan and capture the bad guy basically." I nearly jumped out of my skin as Qui-gon sat up suddenly and started speaking. "Oh?" I replied. Qui-Gon nodded, "Yes."

"Ok."

We looked at each other for a moment, my eye twitched.

That kid gets weirder by the minute, I swear. His eye started to twitch, then, not a moment later, he was literally bouncing off the walls, singing some sort of crazy song.

Or maybe he was just rambling in tune.

"Anakin? Are you ok?" I asked. He stopped bouncing on the furniture for a second to answer, "Yeah, I'm ok. Ok, ok, ok, I'm ok, how are you? Mister Qui-Gon how are you today? Me I'm just fine, just fine just fine…." He replied, and began to jump around the cabin more. he jumped off the couch with such force, and probably Force-assisted, that he stayed in the air for several seconds. "No, Nap, nap sounds good, sleepy, yeah sleepy, nap sounds good." he promptly closed his eyes and put his hands up to his face to cradle his head. Suddenly, his eyes popped open again, "Nope, wake sounds good." He said and caught the arm of the couch with his foot, propelling him into the air.

Hmmmm, this is odd behavior, even for that nut of a kid.

I raised my eyebrow as I tried to figure out what he had done.

"I feel a tingle in my fingers……I think it's affecting me…." Came a small voice about my head. Anakin was sitting a ceiling fan blade, staring at his fingers with wide eyes. Apparently, he hadn't meant to say anything aloud.

"Anakin, did you do anything, or eat or drink anything out of the ordinary?" I asked looking up at him. "No." Anakin said, hanging upside down form the blade. "You sure?" I asked, before the boy could reply, the ceiling fan fell from the ceiling. Anakin deftly broke his fall, on me. Out of habit, I sniffed the boy, "Anakin, have you been drinking coffee?" I asked, Anakin thought for a moment, "yeah." He replied, spitting out a bit of my hair that had landed in his mouth. "From whom?" I asked, anyone who gave coffee to this kid had to be severely out of their gourd. "The pilot." He said pointing towards the window. He looked where he was pointing and repositioned his finger towards the cockpit.

I got up, and walked calmly into the cockpit, where the pilot was sipping a thermos, most likely full of coffee. "Pilot, I would very much appreciate it if you didn't give my apprentice any coffee, he's literally bouncing off the walls." I said, the pilot looked confused, then shocked, he jumped up and looked out into the cabin. Anakin had decided nap was better and now lay sucking his thumb. "Like I said…" I began, but he cut me off.

"You don't understand! It's decaf!"

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