Title: The Jedi's Apprentice
Characters: Padawan Dooku and Padawan Jocasta Nu
Period: Pre-JA/JQ
Type: Humor
Summary: Two Padawans discover the consequences for trying to be clever.
"Clean this room, you shall," commanded the short green elf as his walking stick tapped his irritation against the floor as he paced before the two guilty padawans. "Learn from your mistakes, you will. Next time, will not be there I shall. Hmmm."
The little Jedi Master left the young padawans to do their task and one of them, a young boy who was currently going through a growth spurt and had shot up like a new sapling, looked around the training room with dismay. A blackened training room. "I think he's trying to kill us."
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't decided we should skip our chores, Dooku," hissed another, a young human female who pinned her hair back with her padawan braid. The taller human simply glared at her and clenched his fists.
"Don't blame me for the stupid droids going haywire on us!" growled the boy. He ignored her and swiftly marched over to a bucket and grabbed the wash cloth, grumbling about Jedi Masters, droids and chores as he applied the cloth to the soot covered walls.
Jocasta simply sighed and joined him, replying in a gentler tone this time; "You're the one who programmed them to do our chores for us."
She was right though. He had thought it a stroke of brilliance to take two training droids and program them the basics for cleaning the room and sorting the equipment. They would have taken the two padawans' places for the chores given to them by another master while he and Jocasta snuck out to have some fun outside the temple. But the Force had not been with them and not five minutes after they had left the droids, Jedi were running to put out a fire.
Master Yoda had also caught them, looking unhappy and disappointed in them.
"I am in so much trouble when I'm done here," Dooku complained.
"Cheer up, it could have been worse. We could have burnt the whole temple down."
Dooku cringed.