Hey, me again. Sirioulsy, I want reviews! Anyway, I guess I'd better get on with it then. Here's my next chapter.

The planning was going smoothly, after a few snags. They had gym class today, and they were learning some stupid sport that wasn't from a world he was familiar with. They were bouncing a ball, and throwing it into a hoop. They worked on passing the ball back and forth, throwing it at each other's chests. He and Bruck Chun were paired together. Again the worst enemies met. Bruck seemed to be gathering a gang, and now he had five boys who hung around with him. Bruck had been the bully when they were younger, and had taken Obi-Wan as a regular punching bag. Well, at least until he had found a group of friends. They both looked at each other. The objective of the game was to not step out of the "box," while passing the ball back and forth.. They started throwing it back and forth, becoming more violent with each throw. Soon they were the only group left. Everyone watched as they chucked it back and forth, over and over. (Bruck apparently had enough because he chucked the ball, then threw a hook punch, hitting Obi-Wan in the cheek bone. Obi-Wan almost stepped back, but threw himself at Bruck catching him in the stomach. The Master who supervised the gym classes ran over and tried to separate the fist fight, but to no avail. Finally he decided, as the rolled on the floor, just to put a Force bubble around them until they stopped. The fight lasted for a while until Bruck finally broke away. They glared at each other. Siri and Bant had covered their eyes, but Gareth had been yelling out, "Block! Right hook! Oh...That's Ok! Block!" the whole time.

"Kenobi, Chun! To the Council Room! NOW!" The gym couch yelled out. He had gotten cornered, and had to break the bubble, then got caught in the middle. He had been hit slightly, but he was fine. They both headed off. They waited outside the room. A Jedi had been in the Council Room. He was one of those who didn't exactly like Obi-Wan. The man smiled "What this time, Kenobi? Try something foolish again!" Obi-Wan glared. "No Just a misunderstanding." Obi-Wan went in first. The whole council looked puzzled.

"Why are you here?" Mace asked.

"I was...defending myself." He said, dodging the question.

"With who, and how, ask you we do?" Yoda replied.

"Bruck Chun punched me in the face, then I defended myself...so, that's that." Obi-Wan said, not exactly proud nor ashamed.

"If fought back you hadn't, not here would you be." Yoda pointed out.

"So you expect me to let him walk right over me?" retaliated Obi-Wan

"No, but Padawan Kenobi, you have been getting into trouble lately and this isn't helping you." Mace said, not completely over the midnight hallway incident.

"Then what do you ask of me!" Obi-Wan felt his face getting hot. Why were they saying he shouldn't have defended himself, even though there were encouraged to defend in almost every situation?

"We ask you not to let this happen again." Mace nodded, apparently in dismissal. Obi-Wan was almost out the door when Mace said to him, "Oh...and unless you want to stay in trouble, I would suggest that this 'King', moving his fingers in quotation marks, fade away."

"Master Windu, I can't, and won't, convince him to stop. Oh, and as a little parting word with you, I would advise you to beware of potatoes for a while." Obi-Wan flashed a grin and walked out. Bruck went in as Obi-Wan left, slamming into his shoulder as he passed, knocking Obi-Wan sideways, because he wasn't ready.

"Watch where you're going, Kenobi." Bruck smiled his evil smile.

"Well at least I have a master. You'll be deported to grow crops or something nerfherder." Obi-Wan gave him a quick smile of his own, and turned away. Big mistake. Bruck tackled him, knocking over one of the end tables, shattering a holobook that had laid on top. He pinned Obi-Wan, then let Obi-Wan roll over and pin him. Plo Koon came out of the Council Room, followed by the others, to see Obi-Wan pin Bruck.

"Kenobi! What are you doing!" Mace yelled. Obi-Wan quickly let Bruck up, knowing he had been tricked.

"I was defending myself again," stated Obi-Wan bluntly.

"Work twice, that will not," Yoda said.

"Right, well, it's true and Jedi aren't supposed to lie."Obi-Wan said as Bruck got back up.

"You liar! You tackled me when my back was turned!" telling the council exactly as Obi-Wan had done, only switching names. Obi-Wan didn't get angry this time.

"Masters, if you would excuse me for a moment..." Not waiting for a response, he turned 90° and decked Chun in the face. Bruck fell backwards to the ground. "Now, where were we?" Obi-Wan stated calmly.

"OBI-WAN! You just punched one of your classmates, and you're asking WHERE WERE WE!" blurted out Mace.

"Well, he was lying and dishonoring me in front of the Council, so I supposed it was a right written in the laws of the Senate, AND the extensive bi-laws of the Jedi, that I could defend my honor." Obi-Wan clearly knew the system well, whether he liked studying or not. The council thought. He would have to right if Bruck was lying. They could go look on the security records, but it would take days to first get the paperwork done, get it through the tech men, then find the right camera, and the exact time. This was going to take too long... So, what could they do? Who would they believe? The Council day was slow, so they decided to discuss this in a break between sessions. Mace was for Bruck, Yoda for Obi-Wan. Almost all the Council members weren't even listening after the first fifteen minutes. Obi-Wan went to lunch and told his friends about the fight.

"Ugly, but you'll come out on top one way, or another." Gareth said confidently.

"I hope so. So, how's the 'Potato fest' going?" The King asked.

"Well, we've gotten three catapults made, and two students who have agreed to help, for a price...It's within budget Gareth! Don't freak out." Bant said, briefing them on progress.

"I'm working on setup, studying layouts, and staff." Siri explained. "Bant, can you maybe get Bruck to sit next to Mace. Somehow by the 'random' seat selection?" The King asked.

"I'll try, some more payoffs though."

"Do it if you can." Just as The King finished talking, the comm system came on. "Attention all 13-year students. Your next gym class has been moved to Friday, because of a dodgeball 'incident' with the 14-years, in a matter NOT being released by anyone, including 14-years. That is all." They looked at the King. He smacked his head down on the table. Great, more gym time. I wonder who that substitute could be? He prayed to all the gods. Don't let it be Mace! Anyone but Mace!