Hey everybody! Here is another update. I decided to just go all out and update all three of my active fics in one night. So I've got this friend. Her name is Nako13yeh. I promised her I'd spread the word, so here it is. To all you people out there that read her Avengers fanfic entitled Cross Reality, it is back now. It was taken down and now it has been edited and has returned to us! Get out there and read it because it's awesome!

Ayy Kaim: Haha me too. :)

DarkAngel620: Yeah, I promised myself I'd make everybody (Obi-Wan especially) more awesome. I apologize to everyone who was disappointed by my Obi-Wan characterization. I'm making him awesomer, I promise! :D Thanks for the review.

AaylaKit: Ooh, I know your sister's weakness! Mwahaha! Clown Planet will come soon, perhaps, if I'm feeling mean one day. And no, I do not have a photoshopped picture of Loki on a unicorn. I will, however, have on of him and me soon. Random-fan will be doing that as a graduation present to me. :D Can't wait! It'll look so great! So here's the update. Tell Loki not to shun me!

Cult of Personality: Thank you and you're welcome! Glad you liked it.

Pergjithshme: I love you for that! I wish I could put them on Asgard, but then I'd have to turn this into a Star Wars/Thor Crossover. I LOVE THAT YOU'RE A LOKI FANGIRL LIKE ME THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!

"Are they dead?" a voice asked, finding its way into Anakin's brain.

"I don't know. Nurse?"

"I got it. Clear!"

Anakin's eyes flew open and he used the Force to make the nurse go flying before she could electrify his chest. "No, no, no!" He sprang to his feet and fell into a battle stance. "When you see four unconscious Jedi on the ground, you listen for a heartbeat and you don't attack me with electricity type things!"

Obi-Wan, Kit, and Ahsoka jumped up. "What's going on, Master?" the Togruta apprentice demanded.

"Sorry, we thought you guys were dead!" a girl said. She was humanoid in form with a blonde ponytail.

"You can't be too careful, right?" a girl with a brunette French Braid said.

Obi-Wan sighed. "Thank you, girls, for all the help, but we've got to run, so—"

"Run?" the girls said in unison.

"Run? Run? Run?" The word "run" was chorused around a group of people that the Jedi had just noticed standing there. Everyone was in various colors of shorts, tank tops, t-shirts, and running shoes. "Did he say run?"

Obi-Wan looked around. "…Um, did I say something?"

"He has only been here for a few minutes and he already knows the core of our ways!" the blonde with the ponytail said, awed. "Well, if you have to run, then don't let us disturb you!"

"What is she talking about?" Anakin asked.

"I think you misunderstand me—" Obi-Wan began.

"So what events do you run?" the girl prompted.

"Events?" Ahsoka asked.

"Yeah! Are you distance runners, or more for the hundred-meter dashes?"

"Oh, come on. Aren't any of you into field events? It's not all about the running, Chelsea," the brunette said.

"Of course it's all about running. I live and breathe running, Allie."

"Not everybody does, though," Allie argued.

Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan exchange confused glances. Kit grinned from ear to ear. "I like this planet," he said. "So Obi-Wan says the word 'run' and you immediately freak out." He turned to Chelsea. "You claim to live and breathe running." He faced Allie. "You argue the case for field events. Call me crazy, but I think we've hit a Track and Field Planet!"

"Do you like to run?" Chelsea asked Kit.

"Do I like to run? Do I like to run?" He paused a moment for emphasis. "Do I like to swim?"

Anakin made a face. "Yes."

"Exactly! There's your answer."

"Wonderful! You'll feel right at home here, then," Allie said.

In a matter of seconds, Kit was surrounded by teenage human girls. "What do you run?" one demanded.

"Are you fast?" another asked.

"What's your best time in the two-mile?"

Kit laughed. "8:38.62," he answered proudly.

The girls swooned. "No. Way. Really? He's on my relay team. Called it."

"You can't call dibs!"

"I just did."

"I feel loved," Kit said, grinning.

"Show us your skills!" Chelsea begged.

Kit shrugged. "Sure. Are you having a competition now?"

"We always have a competition," Allie said seriously.

"Count me in, then. Which events do you want to see?" Kit asked.

"Start with the hundred. I'd like to see how fast you are against my top guys," a new voice said, interrupting the fangirling conversation.

"Hi, Coach," Allie greeted him.

The coach nodded in greeting. "I hear you are pretty good. Let's put your skills to the test." He gestured for a couple of guys to join them. "These are the top two on the team here. They've competed in planetary competitions since they were little. I'd like to see if you can beat them."

Kit pondered this. "Well, there are an awful lot of variables there, Coach. What are their skill sets? Are they dashers or distance runners? Or are they those super-humans that can do pretty much any event and adapt to it?"

The coach smiled. "Option three, pretty much. Good luck."

Kit stretched and smiled. "This will be interesting."

Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan. "I guess we're watching a race," he said.

"Thank you for stating the obvious, Anakin," Obi-Wan replied.

"Let's find seats," Ahsoka suggested.

"I want to run," Anakin mumbled.

"You'll get your chance," Kit assured him. "But right now, the spotlight's on someone who's actually good. Amateurs race later," he added teasingly.

Anakin rolled his eyes and followed his apprentice to the massive assortment of seats. Unlike your typical bleachers, these were actually padded and very comfortable. These people took their spectating very seriously.

"Runners to your marks," a man shouted.

"Ooh, getting all official," Kit said.

The gun fired. Everyone took off running. The event was short and the winners were obvious. Ahsoka cheered Kit on for the first few seconds, but gave up when the two humans completely and utterly pwned him.

"What the kriff happened?" Anakin demanded, going down to meet him.

Kit shrugged indifferently, brushing it off. "That wasn't my event," he said simply.

"First call, boys 3200-meter run!" someone shouted.

Kit's eyes widened. "Since when was that the order?" he asked. "Usually the two-mile is last. Save the best for last, come on, get with the program people!" He looked around. "No? Okay, fine. Works for me." He went to join the other two-mile runners. "Oh, twiddle-dee and twiddle-dum are here. Don't most runners space out their events instead of taking two in a row?"

One of the pwners shrugged. "Keepin' it real like a boss, man," he said.

Kit grinned. "The only real thing you get to keep is a second place medal," he responded.

"Ouch!" Anakin called. "PWNED!"

The guys didn't know what to say to that, so they kept their mouths shut.

The official covered the rules, explaining what would happen and what was expected of them. "Any questions?" he asked when he had finished, loading the gun in preparation. Kit raised a hand. "Yes?"

"Can I have blocks?"

"…Excuse me?"

"You know. Starting blocks. Can I have some?"

"Sir, you are about to run eight laps around the track. This is a run, not a dash. Blocks are for sprinting events."

"Exactly! That's what I'm saying."

The official was completely baffled. "I…apologize, but the rules explicitly state that blocks cannot be used for anything more than 400 meters."

"…Well, can I get down like I have blocks and just wing it?"

"No."

Darn it. "Very well. Carry on, then."

The gun fired and they were off. Ahsoka once again cheered for Kit, though her cheers did not die off this time because he was totally awesome. "Go Kit, go Kit, go Kit!" she shouted.

Kit ran a good first lap. He had about a three-second lead, so when he turned around and started running backwards, he had a pretty good view of twiddle-dee running behind him. Kit very nonchalantly slipped his right hand onto his forehead in the shape of an "L" and then turned around and kept running. His competition did not miss the hand signal, nor did he miss the wide grin on the Nautolan's face.

Kit ran hard, but enjoyed every moment of it. Obi-Wan watched curiously. He had known all along that Kit was the athletic type, but he never imagined that running was his thing. There were a lot of things that Obi-Wan didn't know about the Jedi Master. Perhaps this Portal journey would help him get to know him better. Though he was very subtle and quiet on the outside, he reflected on the inside how he actually enjoyed Kit's company. He would probably not admit this aloud, though.

Kit's first mile was impressive, but his last four laps blew his competition out of the water. Get it? Nautolan joke? No? Whatever. Anyway. Kit continued pwning and running, finishing with at least a fifty-second lead on his second-place opponent. And the best part was that twiddle-dee did not get a second-place medal. In fact, he got a third-place medal. Kit pwned them like a boss.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. So I dedicated this Track and Field Planet to my sister, random-fan803. She's a hardcore runner. :) If you guys want me to do another chapter with this planet (or if you want me to move on to a new planet) then let me know in your reviews.