Disclaimer: *Knocks Anakin out of speeder* Yes! Now I that I've got my A.P.C.M. (figured I needed to abbreviate the name) back, I can... *Hits a rock and machine goes flying out and into a snake's den* Sith, it would be my biggest fear. *Groans* I don't own Star Wars. The snake does.

~ = personal thought

/ = bond speech

Chapter 6... Troy

We quickly joined the other Jedi working to move the debris. Master Tahl, Bant, and Rilme moved off to help one group while Master Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and I went to help another.

We had been working for about an hour when I spotted a friend of ours, Troy Ridley. Troy had been Obi-Wan's best friend for as long as either of them could remember. He was also the Padawan of Master Yaddle, who was basically a younger, female version of Yoda but never hit you in the shin with a stick. Anyway, I always thought he was a really nice guy but it wasn't until recently that I thought of him as anything more than my brother's best friend. Then came what I like to call the 'Father-Master vs Boyfriend Interview' but that's another story.

"Hey," I said walking up to Troy.

"Hey," he replied. He then saw the bandage around my head, "Yikes, what happened to your head?"

"What do you think? Accident prone me got hit in the head with debris," I told him, laughing.

He laughed too, "That explains it. I'm surprised your Master is letting you help with the clean up."

"I didn't really give him much choice in the matter. Plus Master Yoda said I could if I got it healed first."

"And he never argues with Master Yoda," Troy said in a slightly sarcastic tone. We both laughed, knowing that Master Qui-Gon was known for arguing with the Jedi Council, Yoda included.

We then went back to working. That is until I cut my hand on a large piece of glass. After showing it to my Master, he sent me back to the medical tent to have it taken care of.

On my way there, I spotted Master Plo Koon. I noticed that his Padawan wasn't with him. I decided to ask him where she was, as she was a very good friend of mine. Walking up to him, I said, "Good morning, Master Plo."

He turned and replied, "Hello, Rilla. I take it you are wondering where my Padawan is?"

"Yes, Master. I saw that she wasn't with you and thought I'd ask whereshe was."

"She is currently in the medical tent waiting to have her foot checked out. She dropped a metal beam on it."

"Ouch," I said. "Well, I'm on my way there now to have my hand taken care of so hopefully I'll see her."

"I'm sure you will, young Padawan," Master Plo said. I then bowed and continued on to the medical tent.

When I arrived, it was slightly more crowded than it had been when I was there before. Scanning the make-shift waiting room, I spotted my friend and walked over to her.

"Why is it that the two of us always manage to hurt ourselves doing simple tasks?" I asked her when I reached her.