Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: The Clone Wars. This was purely written for entertainment purposes.
The 501st Troopers were lazing around in their barracks. Apparently, they had been given a week's leave and were allowed to go on absolutely NO missions, due to the fact that their adventurous general always volunteered to go on almost every mission. So, when he volunteered for another, he was met by a big, fat "NO!' by the council.
Fives groaned, "I'm boredddd. There's absolutely nothing for me to do!"
"I'm not. I can actually catch up with my reg manuals now!" said you-know-who.
"You and your reg manuals…. Is there something exciting to do?"
"I know!" Hardcase piped up, "Let's burn something down!"
"NO!"
"How about a prank war with the 212th?"
"Hardcase, have you forgotten that the 212th is on a mission to the Outer Rim? We're the unlucky ones who are stuck here!"
"Yeah!" Anakin exclaimed, "It's not our fault that we crave adventure! This is just so not fair for the Council to send us on no missions for a week!"
Suddenly, Dogma walked in.
"Hey there Dogma!"
"Hello General. Anyways, the Council just called me-"
"Why would they call you instead of me?"
"They think that if they call you, you will plead with them endlessly and ask for a mission."
"Oh."
"As I was saying, the Council just called me. I have some excellent news for you all!"
"Uh oh."
"It's always bad news when he says that." Fives whispered to Echo.
"I know. Like his 'excellent news' about extra training after 2200 hours!"
"And his 'excellent news' about the mess hall serving healthy carrot and bitter gourd pizzas." Anakin murmured, making a face.
"At least that wasn't that bad. What torture does he have for us this time?" Kix mumbled.
"If you all are done talking amongst yourselves, can I go on?"
"Yes, yes, go on…"
"The Council has organized a classical music night for the entertainment of all of us!"
"Oh no!"
"That's worse than we thought!"
"What can't we have a pop group to perform?
"Yeah," Jesse agreed, "That's way more fun than the classics."
"I dunno. The Council's decision."
Hardcase grumbled, "The Council's boring!" and found Anakin looking at him.
"No offense General."
"None taken. Besides, you're right, the Council IS boring!"
Dogma rolled his eyes, "If you hate classical music, maybe you should find things to stuff your ears with, you know, ear plugs, headphones, earphones…"
"Yeah right. Oh wait, wrong! We don't have headphones or earphones; they don't allow us to have those."
"What about earplugs, you might have those?"
"We used up the remaining ones the last time in order to give you an excuse about 'not hearing the orders.'" Hardcase snickered.
Rex glared at them, "Oh, so that's where the ear plugs went. Thanks for letting me know."
"Your welcome Rex!"
Later that night…
"I wish we had something to stuff our ears with. Or someone else to perform."
"Me too."
"Me three!"
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream, at least it felt like a scream, along with what seemed to be the shrieks of a thousand cats dying. If they were living in a fantasy world, all the glassware in the room would have shattered and the cupboards, chairs, desks would have been bouncing about in there.
"Ahhhh! What is that awful noise!" Rex yelled.
Hardcase clutched a pillow over his head, "Make it stop! Make it stoppp!"
"Argh! I can't take it anymore!"
"Neither can I!" Jesse yelled.
Echo growled, "I won't get a wink of sleep tonight!"
The next morning…
"General, what was all that ruckus yesterday night?" Rex asked groggily.
Anakin yawned. Looking at him, one could make out that he hadn't got any sleep either.
"It was the musicians. They landed on the Resolute at 2300 hours yesterday and practiced their music all night!"
"Oh."
"Ahhh! Here they go again! Off to the barracks, OFF TO THE BARRACKS!" Rex yelled as he dashed for the said place.
Later…
All the clones sat in silence, with straight but sleepy faces and some (finally found) earplugs in their ears.
"You all make a ridiculous sight!" Dogma yelled, "The General wants to see you Fives!"
"Me?"
"No, your helmet. Of course you!"
Fives rolled his eyes and walked towards Anakin's room.
In Anakin's room…
"You called me General Skywalker."
"Yes I did."
He was holding a parcel, in the shape of what seemed to be a…
"Guitar?"
"Yes a Guitar. I bought it when we were finding a dangerous gang of Bounty Hunters on a mission on Coruscant."
"Why would you buy a guitar in the midst of a mission?"
"You know me Fives!"
"The guitar's awesome! Can I play it?"
"You can do whatever you want to do with it as long as you hide it!"
"Hide it? From whom?"
"From Obi-Wan! He'll nag me to learn the guitar in my free time unless I say to him that I lent it to you!"
"Thankyou General! You can count on me!"
Anakin grinned slyly, though Fives couldn't notice the slyness, "I know Fives."
Back in the barracks….
"Guys, guys, guys! General Skywalker lent me his guitar!"
Rex raised an eyebrow, "Why would he ever do that?"
"I don't know. But he said I can play it!"
"Where?"
"Here maybe!"
"Ok… play something good. Our ears need some rest."
"I don't know the features of this guitar though. Hey Echo, do you have an instructions book of musical instruments?"
"Sure do! Here!"
"Thanks buddy!"
Later that evening Fives plugged in the electric guitar.
"One, two, three…"
He took a deep breath in, "BORN TO BE WIIILD! BORN TO BE WIIILD!"
"Ahhh! Fives! I had told you to play something good!" Rex yelled, covering his ears.
"My poor ears!"
"Argh!"
"Stop! Please stop! I beg you!" Hardcase pleaded.
But the trooper went on, "RELEASE MEEEEEE!"
Unknowing to them, the musicians' reactions were the same.
"ARGHH! This ship must be haunted!"
"I'm getting out of here!"
"Same!"
Finally…
Anakin rushed in, "Fives, stop! It seemed as though you all were mourning the loss of someone in an uncanny and bizarre way!"
"I didn't know my singing felt like that…"
"Anyways, you chased the musicians away from the Resolute! They said that the torturous noises coming from the barracks were too much for their sensitive souls to bear!"
Fives looked guilty, "I… I'm, so sorry! I-"
Anakin cut him off, "Not at all! We never had a moments peace when they were here. They made a real racket and now we don't have the classical music show at all! Thanks to you!"
Rex smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Now if only you stop playing, peace will be restored on the ship."
"Err…"
"In trouble again Fives?"
"General Kenobi! When did you get here?"
"Just now. Though I wonder why those musicians ran away…"
Fives chuckled nervously, "Heh… You see-"
Obi-Wan waved him off, "Never mind. I had a call from the Council. They have arranged some other good band to perform as the musicians ran away."
Hardcase fist-pumped in the air, "YES! When are they performing sir?"
"Right now."
"Yay!"
Anakin took Rex aside, "You see Rex, that's why I gave Fives the guitar. Although I'm sorry for the torture your ears had to endure."
"No problem General." Rex grinned, "Listening to Fives for few minutes is far better than listening to those classical musicians anytime sir."
"Understandable. Race you to the hall!"
"You won't win General!"
THE END!
PS: This fic was inspired by my hate for classical music XD! Sorry to all those who adore it! Reviews are much appreciated! ~ TK-632
