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THE SKYWALKERS

Episode 6

Weapons

"So you press this button and it activates?"

"Yes, but it is best that you hold it the right way, unless your suicidal," Anakin explained to his wife, whilst putting his lightsaber the right way around. He and Padme were at the temple waiting for Obi-wan the "playa" (Anakin's nickname for his master ever since he went with Sabe, got dumped and immediately got off with Siri) and Anakin had decided to teach Padme a few moves with a lightsaber. He was starting to regret it; he had already had to explain 5000 times how the crystals focused the blade and how to function it.

"Yay! It's working!" Padme screamed when she finally managed to switch it on.

"Very good, now try swirling it around!" Anakin said. Padme attempted to swirl it around, she managed one twirl when the weapon went flying out of her hands. Anakin caught it using his jedi reflexes, whilst Padme sulked.

"Why are you doing this to me Anakin? You know I'm so much better with a blaster anyway and I know that I'm pretty damn strong-willed but I ain't force sensitive!" Padme whinned.

Anakin knew she was right, AGAIN!

"Alright why don't you do some target practice with a good old, unreliable, uncivilised blaster?"

"O.k.!" Padme squealed.

Come on Obi-wan one of us will end up dead if you don't get here soon. Anakin thought to himself.

Bang, bang, bang. Padme easily hit all of the targets in the centre. She had got herself a considerable audience of padawans, although most were just admiring her and not her skills with a lightsaber.

"I wonder if she is that good in the bedroom!" one padawan commented, not realising who was standing right behind him,

"Yes she is, better in fact!" Anakin smirked,

"Sorry master Skywalker I didn't notice you were there!" the padawan stuttered,

"It's o.k. young one, unless you try something stupid, in which case I will have to kill you with my bare hands!" Anakin threatened sarcastically, the padawan gulped. Anakin chuckled and walked over to his wife who was breaking record after record with her aiming skills.

"Having fun dear?" Anakin asked rubbing her left shoulder,

"YE I AM!" Padme screamed as she progressed to level twenty.

"Excellent shot Padme!" said a familiar voice,

"Master, your late, who wee you doing this time?"

"Nobody actually my young apprentice, I was meditating and I lost track of time," Obi-wan lied,

"Whatever playa, like we believe that!" Padme accused,

"What did you just call me?" Obi-wan asked suspiciously,

"Nothing!" Padme said through gritted teeth.

"Anyway master we had better get going to the meeting, I think Padme will be alright here, is that alright angel?"

"Yep!" Padme said, she was now on level twenty-eight.

Hours went by and the audience got bigger and bigger. Padme though was not paying any attention to the growing crowd, or who was in it. Finally she cleared the last round (round fifty) and proudly entered her name way above everyone else on the leader board (even Yoda!)

"Oh yea! I so totally rock!" Padme chanted doing a little dance,

"That you do Padme, that you do!" said another familiar voice. But it wasn't a voice Padme had expected to ever here again…

Dun dun dun! OOOO a cliffhanger! Any ideas who it is? Any at all/ Have a guess I dares ya! Sorry its so short but ya no! Reviews will be much appreciated!

Jedi Beth ;-)