We are so, so, so, so, so soooooooooooo sorry for the eternal wait you've had to have here. Yeah, my exams finished a while ago but we had trouble finding the chapter we had previously written for this and so we had to type it all out again. Also... I started my A levels and I'm getting a lot of homework. Please don't hurt us! I have a lightsaber and I'll use it! Okay, here's chapter 6, amigos. ;D
Anakin tossed and turned restlessly, the too warm sheets tangling around his legs and torso, wrapping him in a cocoon, as he attempted to grasp any type of unconsciousness. At this rate he was willing to bash his head against the wall to acquire sleep.
Groaning in frustration, the Chosen of the Force bolted up in to a sitting position, hands planted firmly by his sides, fingers clawing the sheet beneath him, and the blanket falling gracefully down to his lap, revealing his well-toned and taken care of body.
Running his flesh hand through his shaggy blonde hair, he swung his heavy legs over the side, feet planted firmly on the soft and plush blue carpeting and pushing himself up and off the bed before lazily walking towards the dimly lit hallway, hand grasping a silk robe and throwing it over his shoulders as he exited the master bedroom and entered the living room where his sapphire orbs settled on the brunette and auburn heads of one Padme Amidala Skywalker and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan turned apparently having sensed his former padawans frustrated vibes from within the Force. "What are you doing up at this hour? You are exhausted!"
Anakin hauled his feet up and down, dragging his body towards the counter in the kitchen and answered, "Master, I mean, dad, you look like you need to relax. How 'bout a nice drink to loosen the mood?" as he poured himself and his long-time friend a glass of fresh Muja fruit juice.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, I'm fine. There's no need to trouble yourself."
"No, I insist." Anakin pours a bit of sleeping draft into one of the cups and comes over, setting one in front of his father.
Anakin slumps down between the both of them, forcing them to scoot closer to the arm of the sofa. He slowly stretches an arm out across Padme's shoulders, and yawns, hand gently gripping her left shoulder and pulling her closer to him, the result being Padme snuggling into Anakin's side with a content smile gracing her angelic facial features.
Obi-Wan, still not thoroughly interested in his drink, gazes at the swishing purple liquid sloshing like a sea of waves around his glass. The water rebounding off the see through boundaries. His keen, sharp, hawk-like vision caught white, almost miniscule specks floating around inside the liquid. 'What's that?' Narrowing his eyes into slits he inspects the tiny white cubes further. Bringing the cup underneath his nose he inhales slowly and pulls back immediately, blinking rapidly to shake the small fog that briefly clouded his mind. 'Sleep draft!'
Anakin sets his juice down on the table in front of them, so that he might wrap his arms around Padmé more.
Seeing that Anakin's face was burrowed in the crook of Padme's neck, Obi-Wan immediately grasped the opportunity to swiftly switch the two glasses around and grabbed the new glass, holding it to his lips, waiting for Anakin to toast with him.
Anakin picks up his cup and toasts it with his former Master.
"To be being brothers and the best generals in the Grand Army of the Republic!" Anakin cheered.
Obi-Wan nodded in agreement. "And to destroying the Sith once and for all."
Anakin smiles and takes a big gulp of his drink, watching as his father did the same.
"Goodnight, Dad." He laughs, until he starts feeling a bit tired.
'Hey... I shouldn't be feeling so drowsy...' He held his head in one hand to steady the feeling of what felt like a kilo ton wait was pulling down on his head. He looked to Obi-Wan who was smiling devilishly at him, ever bright eyes twinkling. Then the realisation hit him with full force. Anakin compared it to the weight of being hit with a speeder. 'Oh... he DIDN'T -' His thought was swiftly cut off as he fell back into the sofa, head hitting the back of the -plush comfort zone, closely followed by his set of soft snores.
"Goodnight, Anakin." Obi-Wan retorted, sitting back in his chair with a small smile.
"Why did you do that?" Padme whispered, brunette head leaning over to gaze at Obi-Wan with mahogany, doe eyes.
"He needs his sleep," the older Jedi answered, cerulean gaze fastened uninterestedly on the holo-tv projecting a documentary on the lush planet of Naboo.
"But so do you." She pushed on his side a bit.
The older Jedi slowly shook his older head, a hand unconsciously caressing his whiskered beard. "Not as much as him, Padme."
Just then, the door burst open and Ahsoka skipped past them onto the edge of the veranda and hailed a taxi down from one of the bustling traffic lanes.
"Where are you going?" Obi-Wan asked kicking off the ground and standing up, eyes conveying concern for the time of night it was.
"Just out," the Togruta smiled innocently before jumping into the taxi and zipping off into the sky.
"We should probably go with her..." Padmé advised as she stood.
"Yeah..." he replied, taking a hesitant step forwards. "Siri...!" Immediately there was a response as the door clicked open and Siri poked her syrupy golden hair through the gap.
"Yeah, Kenobi?"
"Ahsoka's heading to a club. Not the best of atmospheres to be in at such a time as this when Force knows who is out."
Siri breathed a moment in silence as Obi-Wan waited anxiously for a reply. "When I told her to chill out I did not desirably convey the message to her as 'go to the club'." The blonde Jedi shook her head and sighed. "I honestly thought she'd go and do teen stuff. You know, like, play some music and dance a bit in her room or perform any other hobbies she happens to enjoy on a daily basis."
"Let's just go and find her," Obi-Wan announced wearily, already turning towards the veranda and hailing yet another taxi.
Padmé looks around. "Will you be fine with just Siri? I need to watch Anakin and make sure he's out of trouble."
The two Jedi looked each other knowingly. "We virtually know each other's moves, we've known each other for so long now."
"We can work in tandem," Siri added. "We'll find her."
"Thank you." She smiles, running one of her hands absentmindedly through Anakin's long shaggy hair.
The two Jedi nodded before, after grabbing their cloaks, strode confidently towards the awaiting taxi as they pulled their hoods up, concealing most of their faces.
"Which club do you think she's at, Obi?"
"There's a club that's open for children in evenings like this once a month. It's called 'Blue Bambu'."
Siri sighed. "Let's go then."
They both stepped into the taxi after Obi-Wan chivalrously held the door open for her.
She rolls her eyes at the gesture, secretly smiling though. 'Such a gentleman.'
"Thank you, Siri," Obi-Wan mock bowed formally before ducking inside too and sitting next to her.
"You were until you invaded my personal thoughts."
"I do try." He smiles.
The blonde smirked before turning her head towards the driver who was leaning an arm over the head rest of the chair and gazing at them expectantly. "Blu Bambu, please."
"Right away, miss," the driver answered before turning back around and steering the speeder into the sky.
"What are we going to do once we find her?"
"Drag her back home."
"Sounds like a plan." Siri laughs and looks out the window. "Man how long does it take to get there...
"Nearly there, ma'am," the taxi driver answered, tilting his head and catching Siri's attention with his emerald orbs and winking in a friendly manner.
Finally after what felt like decades to the ever growing impatient female Jedi knight, the taxi eventually slowed and smoothly landed a few meters away from the blue shining, and with neon palm trees, club.
"That'll be ten credits, darling." Obi-Wan look sceptically at the taxi driver with a deadly glare causing the taxi driver to quickly absolve himself of the male Jedi's misinterpretation of his next words. "On... ah... account of being Jedi."
The Jedi split their credits before thanking the driver and stepping out, the speeder shooting away from them and into the sky like an arrow from a bowstring, leaving the two Jedi to stand just across the road from the ever-changing tropical-like colours of the club.
"There's a line, Obi." Siri pointed to the line of teenagers and young adults, anxiously waiting their entrance to the club.
"Well, let's blend in," Obi-Wan invited, holding out his arm courteously.
They approached the exclusive club cautiously, then made their way past the line of people, much to the people's disgust.
Siri stopped Obi-Wan before they got up to the guard. "This isn't like any other droid that you've encountered. It won't let you in because you're a Jedi. It judges on style." She grabbed Obi-Wan's light tunic and took it off.
"Hey!"
"I'm trying to make it easy for you to get in! Now hold still." She took out a small lightdagger and cut his tunic into a hot vest and his leggings so that they were now short cut and jagged at the ends. "That should do it." She put the vest back on him.
"OK. What about you?"
"Don't worry, I've got it covered." She walked over to one of the people waiting in line. "You WILL give me your dress."
"I will give you my dress." The young woman took off the dress and Siri gave her the nightgown. She put the sparkly deep crimson dress on and walked over to Obi-Wan. "See?" She smiled smugly.
"What about shoes?" He smiled back.
"Damn! Shoes." She started looking around at the rest of the crowd. "Perfect!" She ran over to a woman with red stilettos and ended up trading her slippers for them. Obi-Wan had to admit that she looked hot in her outfit.
"Now, come on!" Siri dragged him over to the TT-8L droid just as it was criticising a group.
"The overcoat is a nice touch, but white pants with Toulon boots? Come back when your eyespots can perceive style." If a droid could have emotions, it was sneering at them.
The defeated group, walked away with their heads down. Siri paraded Obi-Wan up before the droid.
It looked at her first. "The dress is good, the shoes accent it, and you've got the right shape. You can pass." Then it turned its attention to Obi-Wan. "The vest shows off the chest, the shorts are not too short, and the boots make you look like a Jedi. You're in." It let the rope up for the two and they walked in.
"The boots make you look like a Jedi, Obi." Siri teased as they made their way over to the bar.
"Hush up. And NO!" He said as he took the drink out of Siri's hand. "We already have two, possibly three, drunk people to deal with. I'm not shooting for four."
"Spoilsport." She mumbled underneath her breath. They looked around on the neon lighted floor and the strobe lights flashing in everyone's faces.
"We can't get in without Force suggesting Glambot." Siri piped up.
"Glambot? Whose Glambot?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
"Only the most obnoxious TT-8L gatekeeper droid at Coruscant's Club Caraveg." She replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the Galaxy.
"Remember, Siri, we're searching for Ahsoka," The Jedi master's eyes surveyed his surroundings carefully, stormy orbs flashing in contrast to the array of pink, green, red, blue and yellow lights flashing all over the club and dance floor. His sight finally locked onto Ahsoka as a catchy, hip-hop style song blasted from the speakers in the corners of the large room throughout the club. "There she is!" He pointed at the dancing Togruta.
Siri's eyes squinted to make sure it was their Ahsoka. "Yup, that's her... and... is she doing 'The Droid?'"
Obi-Wan looked at her quizzically. "And how is it you know the dance?"
"I got plenty of time to try these clubs out when I was undercover a few years ago as Zora," Obi-Wan winced, and Siri's chest tightened at the memory of her sudden departure, leaving those who were unaware - except the council - under the pretence that she had had a severe disagreement with her mentor, Adi Gallia, and had rejected any more of the Order's teaching and forsaken the Jedi as a result. "And... well, you know me, I couldn't spend ALL of my time in the Temple. It's TOO serene. I need a bit of living it up every now and then."
"Well... You are... well... Siri." He finished the statement, smiling like a fool.
One blonde, elegant eyebrow rose expectantly. "Have I made the great Neogtiator, Obi-Wan Kenobi, stutter?"
"Hush. Let's just get Ahsoka and get out." He walked with determination towards the Padawan.
The Togrutan female was spinning wildly in clumsy circles, nearly knocking over other dancers before she halted in a cool pose, legs spread out, arms by her sides, as if glued there, and upper body slightly off centre, right shoulder tensed next to her cheek as she pouted her lips and half closed her eyes, attempting to look cool. The 'Cha Cha Slide' then began to play, and she followed the steps, stepping to the left, then right before jumping - or as the lyrics described - 'take it back now, ya'll' before hopping forward once.
Siri quickly ran past Obi-Wan, slighting knocking into him to join her to hop forward twice.
"Ohhh, yeahhhh!" The older woman cheered as she followed the steps of the dance along with Ahsoka. "This was my song when I was a youngling. AND IT STILL IS NOW!" The dance had just come onto the 'how low can you go' part, in which both women managed to completely, after falling to their knees, bend backwards until the crown of their heads touched the floor and then back up to stand and repeat the previous simple steps all over again.
All of this, Obi-Wan Kenobi watched, flabbergasted.
Obi-Wan walked over and pulled Siri close to him. "What in the Force's name are you doing?"
"Dancing to my song!" The knight snapped irritably, shunning him away to give her space as she fell back into the routine. "Do you not remember THIS song!? Of... course not! You were... to busy... being... the oh Mr... perfect... padawan!"
"I was not the perfect Padawan!" He protested. "I find it amusing that you will follow the orders the song gives you but not those of your Masters!"
An exasperated sigh escaped Siri's lips. "Yeah... but this isn't boring!"
Obi-Wan sighed, not for the first time that day, and waited for the song to end.
Finally the song ended with the word 'Peace!' in which Siri and Ahsoka finished their dance back to back, an arm held out with their hands making the peace symbol.
Sweat droplets forming on her forehead, Siri went over to the bar and got a glass of water, giving one to the equally tired Ahsoka.
'I guess we're going to be trapped here for a while.' Fumbling with the edge of his torn vest, he made his way to the bar, trying not to look anxious whatsoever, and joined the two other Jedi at the bar.
As it was a teens club, Obi-Wan needed to show his I.D. and that he was indeed over the age-limit to drink before being handed a scotch on the rocks.
Siri, with a raised eyebrow in amusement, said, "I never knew you had such class, Kenobi!"
"I've always been a classy guy, Siri." He smiled non-nonchalantly and took a tentative sip of the drink.
"That's why you fell for me," he remarked modestly, smiling as he felt the liquid slide down his throat like mild fire. "Because I'm such a gentleman."
"An annoying one," Siri rebuked dryly.
"And yet you put up with me!" By this time his smile had transformed into his trademark cheeky grin that was the equivalent to a little boys.
Siri couldn't help but grin at the look.
"I knew you always loved this smile!" Obi-Wan beamed.
"I do not... it just a bit appealing..."
"You love it really, Tachi."
She sighs. "Yes, I do love it. I love everything about you. But right now, that doesn't matter. Because we're going to have fun!" Siri grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him out onto the dance floor.
"Wait, I thought we were bringing Ahsoka home, not encouraging her!" Obi-Wan staggered haphazardly as Siri dragged him furiously onto the dance floor.
"Yes, but you need to loosen up." She commented slyly, giving the DJ a nod to play a fun song.
Instantly a retro beat blasted from the speakers and vibrated all over the dance floor beneath their feet. "I wanna party, and party, and party..."
"What's this?" Obi-Wan looked confused as he shifted from side to side shyly.
"Rita Ora, How We Do."
"Sounds juvenile..." Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
"It's such a let loose song!" Siri rebuked, already twisting from side to side and throwing her hands up in the air. "Just let the beat flow through you!"
The lyrics burst throughout the entire club. "Cos when the sunsets, baby, on the avenue, I get that drunk, sex feeling, yeah, when I'm with you. So put your arms around me, baby. So put your arms around, yeah, that's how we do. How we dooooooo, yeah, that's how we do! How we doooooooo, yeah, that's how we do!"
Obi-Wan took another drink of his alcohol and shrugged, setting it down and joining in.
"Loosen up!" Siri yelled over the music as she supervised his rigged dancing. "Just let go and move freely, as if you had no bones!"
"I'm very self-conscious!"
"Yes, but you can't be when you dance!"
"No one cares, when you dance, Kenobi! They're all going mental anyway!"
Soon after, Wings by Little Mix began with a very jazzy beat to begin with before a repetitive beat took place, "Mamma told me not to waste my life. She said spread your wings my little butterfly."
Obi-Wan let his body go loose and swayed to the music. "Hey, this is kind of fun."
"Told you so Kenobi." Siri laughed, letting go and letting her heels fall off her feet as she kicked them into the air.
"For once you're actually right."
A snort of exasperation was the blonde's response. "Hey, I am ALWAYS right! YOU will just never admit it!"
"Liar."
"I am no liar." She crossed her arms.
"Except when you believe that you have outsmarted me when, in all actuality, you haven't in any standards." The older Jedi smirked coyly.
"Keep thinking that, Kenobi."
"I don't need to keep thinking. I know it."
Siri rolled her eyes and continued dancing, knowing that it would be pointless to continue an argument with 'The Negotiator'.
They danced until the song came to a close. "All right lets head out and back home now."
Ahsoka was too tired to protest as each Jedi, Master and Knight, took her by the arm and led her out, gently setting her in the speeder.
"I'll drive." Siri sat in the driver's seat faster than Obi-Wan could.
He was about to protest until Siri pointed him a sharp look. "You have had a drink."
"Yeah," Obi-Wan scoffed. "One!" He pointed his index finger up to enforce his protest.
"And one still means that you've dulled your senses to some degree. So shush, and get in the passenger seat."
"One drink isn't going to kill me!" He huffed as he sat in the passenger seat.
"Still, when it comes to the Negotiator, and we all know how trouble is attracted to you like a star being sucked into a black hole," she glanced at him knowingly, daring him to challenge her on this matter, "so, safety first."
He sighs for not the first time that night. "Fine."
"I BEAT THE NEGOTIATOR IN AN ARGUMENT!" Siri cheered.
"This argument is far from over, Siri. It's just postponed."
"Nope. I won." There was certain finality to her tone.
In an icy tone, Obi-Wan answered, "I don't think so."
Siri rolled her eyes in response. "Really? The supposedly threatening kind of 'I don't think so.'?"
"Just shut up and drive, Tachi." Obi-Wan stewed in a pit of self-pity.
"That was NOT very chivalrous at all!" Siri pouted.
Obi-Wan chose to ignore that comment, watching the incoming traffic.
"Someone's moody..." Siri murmured softly, teasing Obi-Wan even more who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Something wrong, Kenobi?"
He shifted in his seat again, pouting.
"Oh, Force! You were, for once, wrong, okay! Accept that like a man and get over it!" Momentarily forgetting her position, she flailed her hands up in the air in exasperation.
A shrill, high scream tore through the air as a pair of masculine hands grabbed the steering wheel and frantically set their course straight to clear skies again. Siri, panting, slowly turned her head, a bewildered and questioning expression plastered across her face as she gazed at Obi-Wan, who's eyes were fixated like glue onto the traffic and Republica 500 in the distance as the speeder virtually slowed down to the pace of a snail.
"Was that... YOU... screaming?" Siri stuttered.
Obi-Wan glanced at her for a split second before staring back ahead.
Turning her head, Siri saw Ahsoka's perplexed expression as she too gazed intently at Obi-Wan, one white eyebrow rising questioningly.
As the blonde Jedi Knight turned her attention back to Obi-Wan she caught the red that was rising from his neck to his cheeks, making them a flaming cherry red.
Her eyes began to sparkle and she slowly raised a hand over upward curling lips as she unsuccessfully stifled small snorts of laughter behind her hand.
"Zip it Tachi." He calmly warned.
Her face was one of bubbling amusement that would just continue to escalate. "Obi-Wan Kenobi SCREAMS LIKE A WOMAN!" She slapped her knees as she rocked backwards and forwards with roaring laughter, Ahsoka's own joyous roars mingling with her own through the air, only making Obi-Wan's face turn a deeper shade of red and his knuckles turn bone white as he gripped the wheel tighter.
He drove the transport and landed on the balcony of Padmé's apartment. Soon after landing, he jumped out and walked briskly inside. A loud slamming sound could be heard as his guest bedroom door was shut and locked.
Padme had still been sitting by with a long ago sleeping Anakin, his whole torso on top of hers, arms sprawled out on each side and face burrowed inside the crook of her neck. Gently shifting him off of herself she rose from the cream sofa and slowly went to greet the blonde Jedi walking further inside the building, eyes glancing back and forth between her and the room in which Obi-Wan had donned to take as solitary confinement.
"Siri... What happened?" Padmé's eyes filled with concern for her new Jedi friend.
Siri shrugged nonchalantly and tilted her head to one side, sunshine golden strands falling onto her shoulder and across her face. She gently drew the locks away from her face and behind her ear as she replied, "He's just moody because he was beat in an argument by me for once."
Padme looked rather shocked as she opened her mouth to reply.
"Don't worry," Siri cut the brunette off. "He'll get over it soon and want me there to cuddle him through this until the clones arrive."
"The clones?"
"Yeah, Rex and Cody," Siri nodded, holding up a piece of flimsy for Padme who gently plucked it out of her hand and let her eyes scan over the words. "I found it in the guest bedroom you and Anakin have been gracious enough to give us. I reckon your husband had done a lot of the planning and memos in there."
"As he now..." Padmé looked over at her sleeping husband, silently vowing to talk to him later.
Just then a speeder pulled up at the veranda and two clones, one dubbed in the familiar blue and white armour of the 501st regiment and the yellow and white armour of the leader of the 212th battalion regiment strode in with a confident air surrounding them. These two clones were the infamous Captain Rex and Commander Cody; like brothers and loyal to their high Jedi generals until death.
Anakin finally wakes from the sleeping draft and looks around, a bit stunned on what's going on.
"Wha... Heeeeeeyyyy, what's going - what's goiiiiing onnnnnn?"
Rex cocked an eyebrow and tried to keep his expression straight. "What's wrong with the General?"
"He actually lost an argument. The Negotiator!" Ahsoka piped in, hopping forwards in front of Rex and smiling triumphantly.
Rex and Cody shared a bemused look. "You mean," Cody groaned uncertainly. "that you..."
"Yup!" Ahsoka beamed with pride. "Siri Tachi, right here, beat the Negotiator in an argument!"
"I think that we've lived to see it all, Rex." Cody smiled.
"Most definitely, Cody," Rex nodded, smiling. "To ask again; what did happen to the general?"
Everyone turned to a slumped over Anakin who had over half his body sprawled sporadically off the sofa, arms, shoulders and head being the only thing that supported his current weight on the plush cushioning.
"He got tricked into taking a sleeping draft that was in his drink." Padmé explained to the commander.
Cody raised one slightly disfigured and black eyebrow in question.
Padme sighed. "He tried to drug Obi-Wan to sleep so that he could stay up with me, despite exhaustion, so Obi-Wan turned the tables by switching the two glasses around, and Anakin, who was too tired to notice, drank from the spiked drink and fell unconscious." She turned her gaze to Anakin who was now very slowly sliding off of the sofa, hands caressing his face in gentle strokes as he groaned incoherent words before bumping on the floor and lying flat on his back, curling onto his side and wailing baby noises.
"Ani, are you okay?" Padmé walked over and rubbed his back.
"Ahhh, Padme," he drawled, reaching up and patting her brunette hair with his hand. "Your hair is so smooth! How? Ha - how are you doin' that? Ohhhhh!" he stretched his arms and legs out on the ground to his full, tremendous height. "Everything here is fantastic!"
"And it apparently makes him somewhat drugged even after he wakes up. Come on, Ani. Let's get you fully awake." Padmé took his hand…
And then, without hesitation, smacked his left cheek.
"Ow! Oh, ah!" Anakin began to moan softly as he fell over again, this time cradling his now sore cheek in both of his hands, fingers running up and down it. "You have marred my beautiful face!"
Padmé smiled cockily. "You're still beautiful. And you'll recover."
"Thank the Force!" Anakin gasped. "We can't have the poster boy, slash, your husband's face marred with a permanent red hand mark."
"I married him because I love him... I married him because I love him... I married him because I love him... This isn't working." Padme sighed.
"Err... Do you want me to put him to bed, Padme?" Ahsoka asked, timidly stepping around Siri and towards the brunette who was currently supporting Anakin's sleepy head on her chest and holding his hand delicately.
"Yes, please, thank you, Ahsoka."
"Come on, Skyguy... You need to avoid getting in deeper trouble with your wife." Ahsoka took his hand and lead him to the master bedroom.
"Neeeeeeghh!" was Anakin's response as he half dragged himself into the bedroom Ahsoka led him towards.
Rex could no longer hold back as deep rolls of laughter filled the room from the Clone Captain.
Cody stared at him with an extremely serious expression before he too could no longer deny the comedy of the situation. He exploded with thunderous laughter.
Ahsoka, having just walked back into the room, continued with them in their laughter as well until they all had to stop to breathe.
"Okay, so since General Skywalker never informed you of what he had been ploanning with us, we have the schematics of the situation at hand and the plan of retaliation," Rex affirmed, already in military fashion as his face slid into his near ever so stoic mask of calm and concentration.
"Wait," Ahsoka stopped them briefly, holding her palm up, facing them, in the air. "How can you have schematics of the current situation? You weren't in the Temple?"
"We gained access to the Temple security cameras," Cody informed the young and curious padawan. "Courtesy of-"
"-General Skywalker," Ahsoka sighed, rolling her eyes as a sly smile danced across her lips.
"Yes, how did you figure that out?" Rex held the schematics out further.
"I just had the ability to put two and two together," Ahsoka shrugged nonchalantly, giving everyone around her a look that clearly spelled that Anakin giving them surveillance of the Temple was the most obvious answer in the galaxy. "You take orders from Skyguy."
Rex nodded in his agreement and looked at Cody to give them the plan verbally.
"You see, General Skywalker gave us the schematics to a ray gun - don't worry, it is non-lethal - that transform adults into small children. Well, to be more precise the same age that the child in you is, because let's admit it; we all have a child inside us still. So this will be used upon us to get back inside the Temple since their vision will now be like a hawk's to anyone who walks up those Temple steps. Then, we will turn you back once you are in. Once they realise your presence it'll be too late and they will be so baffled about your entrance that you can continue to spread the chaos."
"Go figure that Anakin came up with this plan," Obi-Wan chuckled, backing away slowly. "Well, good luck with it." He started to dash for the bedroom so that he might be spared.
But Siri was too fast and quickly force-leapt over everyone else, somersaulting and landing on her feet before him, back facing away before spinning just as elegantly around, blonde hair whipping her face, as she faced him and jarred her hands out to clutch his shoulders and keep him in place. "Ohhhhh, no you don't!" she ordered, spinning him steadily around and marching him back towards the assembled group. "You are NOT getting away with this! I want to see your kid self again."
A snort was her following response. "You won't ever see me like that again."
"I wonder how old you'll be," she murmured dreamily.
"No."
"Three, perhaps?"
"Most definitely not!"
"Five?"
"Siri, stop this now!"
"Oh, I know!"
Obi-Wan felt a lump settle in his throat and struggled to swallow it, a dreadful sense of foreboding filling within him.
"The terrible twos!"
"NEVER!" the Jedi Master yelled in anguish as he attempted to wiggle his way free from Siri's iron grip, but to no avail.
Both of the clones stared on in astonishment until the Captain was brave enough to speak. "By the way you're acting it might be four years of age."
"WHA - Oh, oh yeah, all right," Obi-Wan shrugged, clearly a heck of a lot more relieved as the colour from his cheeks faded down his neck. "that's not so bad."
Rex sighed and wiped his brow. "Well, I was only guessing. It could be any age really. But for now, we're testing it. So it should be working by tomorrow."
They each nodded, Obi-Wan mentally sighing in relief.
"Now may we ask where General Skywalker is?" Cody smiled at their relaxing faces.
"Sleeping off his delusion," Ahsoka gestured towards the master bedroom by poking her shoulder back.
"We'll just set up back there then. That way when he wakes he can assist us."
"Okie dokie!" Ahsoka cheered before she lead them towards the back of the room towards the dining room table and watching with interest as they lay out the schematics and the junk of the ray gun onto the mahogany surface.
"It's General Skywalker's design so I don't know if it will blow up in our faces or not." Rex joked.
Ahsoka chuckled before leaning back on the counter behind her, hands propping her up for support.
"Hmmm... What was your master doing when he came up with these plans?" Rex looked at the strange blueprints with a bit of disdain.
"I don't have a clue," Ahsoka shrugged, sliding off of the kitchen counter and stepping up towards the table beside the glowering Rex. Her cerulean eyes narrowed as she studied the schematics. "Looks more like he was completely in over his head about it. I don't even have the foggiest how he deduced how the gun would even work!"
"Well, it will have to work... It's all we have." Cody concluded.
"So let's get cracking," Rex smiled, shuffling through the piles of junk in the box they had deposited on the table.
"Hmmm... On second thought, let's wait for the General to wake up."
"Hey, where's Obi-Wan?" Padme asked suddenly.
Siri whipped her head around and found that a certain Obi-Wan Kenobi was not pouting beside her. "What the..?" Confusion swept across the blonde's face as her brow crinkled. "He was here a moment ago."
As the last word rolled off her tongue the door at the other end of the hall clicked shut, its sound reverberating ominously through the air and around them. The petite Jedi Knight's eyes narrowed dangerously into slits as she stalked towards the bedroom she was certain the auburn Jedi was hiding in.
"He's taking this four-year-old thing WAY too seriously..."
"OBI-WAN! Open this door NOW!" The blonde raged just outside the door.
"NO!" Came the sharp snap, and Siri stopped pounding on the door for one second to absorb this.
Then, she went rampant and smashed both of her fists thunderously against the door multiple times. 'Good thing Anakin is too far exhausted to hear all of this...' The young Jedi was usually a light sleeper, disdaining much sleep whenever possible; afraid of the visions of the possible future the Force may bring him. "OBI-WAN KENOBI, I SWEAR BY THE SEVEN TATOOINE HELLS I WILL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN IF I HAVE TO!"
"Then you'll be paying for it!" Padme's warning rang through the hall to Siri's sense of hearing, the tone deadly blank.
"REPUBLIC CREDITS ANY GOOD, SENATOR!?" The slowly raging Jedi asked.
"Oh just calm down!" Obi-Wan yelled.
"STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE TWO AND COME OUTSIDE THEN!"
"I don't want to be two!" He whined.
Siri rolled her eyes. "You won't be two! Cody said by the way you were acting up earlier that you'd at least be four!"
"There's the 'at least'!"
"Just come out already, Kenobi!"
"No!"
"Seriously!?" The look of disbelief on Siri's face was as if one of her friends had chucked a brick at her head.
"Then let me come in there with you!" She concluded.
She was met with silence on the other side of the door. After about thirty seconds where her patience had reached its peak and she spun on her heel and began to stride grumpily down the hallway, she heard the door hiss open. She turned her head around slowly.
There, at the door, and looking extremely aggravated was one Obi-Wan Kenobi. His arms were folded across his chest and his face was scrunched up in displeasure. The perfect epitome of a small child sulking.
Siri smiled at him, quickly closing the distance between them. "You look so cute, Obi."
"How flattering," Obi-Wan deadpanned.
"Obi, it will be okay."
"You'll be turned younger you know. Because you're younger and act younger than me." He pointed out.
It took Siri a bit to comprehend this before she ran into the room with him and locked the door, both of them hiding from the unknown.
"I absolutely REFUSE to be younger than you, Kenobi!" Siri was currently huddled up in the darkest corner of the room next to the plant, knees tucked to her chest and her chin propped on her knees as she rocked backwards and forwards in solitary silence. The only way the older Jedi really was able to see her was by the very faint black outline shadow of her form and her crystalline blue eyes.
"I'm afraid that that is entirely impossible. Ah, so you finally see the reasoning behind my hiding? Good. You may now say that I told you so."
"I will never say that..." Siri murmured darkly.
Obi-Wan ventured to the darker side of the room. "Come on Siri. Just say it and it will all be better."
"No."
"Siri, seriously?"
"Seriously."
Obi-Wan sighed. "I guess you really are too stubborn.
"Oh, look who's talking!" Siri snarled.
"What do you mean!?" He knelt down next to her. "I'm not stubborn!"
"You're setting a perfectly good example of it," Siri couldn't help but let the corners of her lips quirk up in a small smile.
"I... I-I'm not stubborn!" He crossed his arms and put that same pout on his face again.
"You do realise what you're doing by protesting, do you?"
Obi-Wan genuinely looked intrigued.
"You are being stubborn."
"Am not." He stuck his tongue out jokingly.
Siri jabbed a finger at his ribs causing him to rear back from the jab. "Hey!"
"Yes you are," Siri smiled slyly before bumping her shoulder against his.
"Sleemo." He pouted even more.
Soon, Rex and Cody gave up and just stared at the half-finished ray.
"What are we going to do?" Rex looked at the Commander.
"We'll have to let General Skywalker piece it together when he's in good enough a condition."
"Sounds like a plan." Rex sighed and brushed his hands over his stubby blonde hair that would need shaved soon enough.
The two clones shrugged before stepping around the table and joining the Jedi and senator over by the petite water fountain by the veranda.
"When do you think the General will wake up?" Rex threw out a question to lighten the mood.
Padme, turning to them, shrugged, her honey brown eyes glistening the answer. "Knowing Ani, he'll probably wake up very soon, even when he's been under the influence of a sleeping drought."
Just as the words left her mouth, a groggy Anakin walked in, his hair all a mess. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at them, as if wondering where he was.
"Rex? Cody?" the Jedi looked positively stunned as he balled his fists and drove them into his eyes once more. "What... what are you doing here?"
"Working on the plan, General." Rex calmly stated.
"The plan? Oh, yes, the plan!" He dashed forward in recognition. "Okay, men, show me what you got."
"Well... we've hit a rough patch. We don't know what you mean by this diagram." Cody pulled the blueprints out and showed him.
"Hmmm... Yes... I'll fix it. Don't worry." Anakin smiled.
"Staaaaand aside, men!" Anakin announced in an overly dignified regal accent, his arm brushing the two rather insulted clones away. 'We're not thick!' "I have this!" He bent over the schematics, Ahsoka and Rex really questioning each other if Anakin had to have his face SO close to the paper that the material would stick to his cheek if he pressed it down on it, and began murmuring to himself as he tinkered with countless scraps of metal. "This goes here. And that...? That goes... HERE!" The clanking of metal boomed through the apartment as the Chosen One melded, smashed and pieced together in the pieces in lightning speed.
"And... that... is... THAT!" Anakin held up the finished ray gun.
Everyone gazed at him in astonishment. Ahsoka, who's jaw was hung open like a flies trap door, blurted, "HOW did you do that so quickly!?"
"It's actually quite simple. You have to modify the main accelerator in order to put the hobble in so that the laser can go through. Once that's finished, all there is to do is add a few buttons for safety, wire all of it through and make sure the main flux reactor doesn't get hidden away or bumped or it will explode. Common knowledge," He finished with a smile.
They had no idea what he had really said but they all nodded and smiled as if they COMPLETELY understood him.
Anakin smiled at his amazing intelligence. "See how easy that is?"
"Yeah!" they all responded in unison, nodding heads rhythmically. "Totally!"
Anakin's smile reflected pride as he set the finished ray gun down on the table.
'Please don't tell me we're gonna get some cocky speech now...' Ahsoka bit down on the groan of displeasure that was rising from her chest.
"Thank you, thank you! Even though we toiled through this majestic feat together, it is only right that I make a speech to-" Anakin suddenly stopped talking and fell forward, revealing Rex standing behind him, the ray gun in his hand.
"You can thank me later, Generals," He smiled.
"Did you shoot him?" Ahsoka asked warily, concerned that the ray gun wouldn't work. She had seen numerous times when Anakin's modifications on machines would go wrong and the machines would turn AWOL on him.
"Yeah. Only makes sense that he is the first one to try it out. Wonder if it worked..." He added as a second thought.
At that precise moment, Obi-Wan and Siri walked out, hand in hand. "What's going on? We heard a ruckus out here," Obi-Wan, ever so calmly, questioned.
"The General volunteered to be the first test subject for the ray gun," Rex answered, gesturing their gaze to lock onto the silver gleaming weapon in his hands.
"Oh my... How did it work?" Obi-Wan asked with an inquiring stare.
They looked down at the fallen general to see him replaced by a small squirming six year old.
"How - HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME FROM BEHIND LIKE THAT!" A small, sandy haired boy's shrill voice boomed across the room, and everyone stared, astounded, at a squirming and small little boy with stunning sapphire eyes twinkling through messy, sandy blonde hair.
"He's so... so... CUTE!" Ahsoka ran over and picked him up, holding him close to her.
"Cute? I'M NOT CUTE!" Anakin protested as he tried to get away.
'Oh no...' Obi-Wan thought dreadfully.
Little Ani leaped out of Ahsoka's defiant arms and landed gracefully on the dining table, arms spread out like an eagle's wings. "I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!"
Padmé picked him up off of the dining room table, "No Ani. You're only sexy when you're older. Right now, you are very cute." She kissed his cheek lightly.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooo!" Anakin said matter-of-factly. "I'M SEXY ALWAYS!"
"Whatever you say sweetheart," She shook her head.
Anakin folded his arms across his chest and pouted grumpily.
Obi-Wan and Siri held back giggles over the boy's situation.
"This is priceless," Obi-Wan chuckled.
"This should be on the holonet!" Siri agreed.
"Most definitely!"
"Okay, who's next!?" Cody announced, looking around.
"No!" The Negotiator leapt behind Siri, cowering in fear of the ray gun that would turn him into a child.
Siri rolled her eyes, "Really Kenobi? Scared?"
"I REFUSE to become a child again!"
She stepped away from her nervous lover and held him in front of her as a shield.
"What! No!" he squirmed, surprised that he couldn't wriggle free of the petite Knight's grip, which seemed iron-like to him at this precise point in time.
Rex aimed the gun at his back, a tiny, devilish smile curling the left corner of his lip up sardonically.
Obi-Wan struggled but Siri would not relent. He swore he heard the click as Rex's finger pulled the trigger. Siri's crystalline eyes light up with glee as she watched Obi-Wan seize up from the aqua bolt that slammed into his back before he went limp in her arms. Her eyes then shifted to a deep sapphire blue of curiosity as she witnessed the auburn Jedi's size diminish before her, his facial hair seeming to retreat back from his chin to the clean shaven, clearly under age and not hit puberty look, and his Jedi tunics become seemingly large for his new frame.
Siri was amazed at this new technology and stared at her lover in curiosity.
There in front of her kneeling self was a small child in the form of an eight-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi; the light tufts of auburn hair combed into place, minus the padawan braid and pony tail. Bright, azure, now dulled into the steely grey gaze stared up in mild annoyance at Siri.
"I am NOT impressed..."
The blonde knight rolled her eyes sarcastically before shaking her head, the corners of her full lips curling into a miniscule smile. "You're roughly about eight years old and you are speaking with the intellect of someone nearly double your age."
"Of course. Just because I'm in this cursed form of a child, doesn't mean that I have to lose all the knowledge that I've acquired over my years," He stated smugly, crossing his arms.
"Ha! You just called yourself old!" Anakin screamed in laughter.
The auburn boy whirled around to face Anakin, lips pursed into an unbelievably thin line and eyes blazing wildly in anger. "Shhh! I heard what you claimed earlier, you nerf! You screamed 'I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!' Pfft! You're a child, Anakin! You don't get to be... that attractive yet!"
"Awwwww!" Ahsoka squealed, hopping on her feet and clapping her hands together in glee, face lit up in delight. "You're so cute, Master Kenobi!"
Instantaneously, Siri leapt in front of Obi-Wan, covering the cherry red that was rising up his neck to his cheeks in blazing embarrassment.
"Back off, girls!" She growled venomously, eyes narrowing into slits and the blue daring anyone to come at them both and promising that they would be hurt... badly in the attempt. "He may be cute but he's MINE! You all hear me!? My, MY BOYFRIEND!"
Everyone hastily backed away from the seemingly insane and pure vehement behaviour from the petite, but vicious, Jedi Knight.
Ahsoka threw her hands up in the air, "I didn't mean anything by it, Master Tachi..."
Just at that moment, Rex fired and hit Siri with the blue bolt of the gun, making her fall to the ground in front of Obi-Wan and transform into a small girl of about seven years. She was adorned in uneven blonde pigtails and raised her head to reveal bright blue eyes of an Angle of Iego.
"SHE'S AN ANGEL!" Anakin screamed at the top of his lungs, which, due to his age, meant his voice was EXTRREMELY high and shrill, causing everyone to clamp their hands over their ears in pain, faces scrunching up in annoyance and an attempt to block out the intense sound.
"Excuseeeee me!?" Padme stared at Anakin with a look of abject shock as her fists were planted on her hips in admittance to what this statement meant.
"Hey," Obi-Wan warned darkly as he helped Siri up, all the while thinking of how he could pull on her blonde pig-tails but then admonishing himself for thinking of such a childish thought in the first place. "Be careful what you say about my girlfriend."
"LOOK AT HER EYES!" The young boy protested, pointing at Siri in earnest. Then he realized his mistake of calling another woman an angel. "Umm... Sorry Padmé..."
Padme nodded mutely before turning towards the kitchen and making a pot of tea. "Padme!" Anakin called earnestly as he waddled over towards the fumbling woman.
"I feel so privileged!" Siri burst out happily, grinning broadly.
Obi-Wan lightly kissed her cheek before blushing bright red, "But you're mine."
Siri nodded mutely, blushing beet red herself in embarrassment but feeling like an essential amount of butterflies were flapping inside her stomach. "Still, not every day you get called an angel."
Obi-Wan shook his head. "So that's better than Snoodles?"
"YES!" She crossed her arms and pouted.
"Nearly anything is better than Snoodles!"
Obi-Wan suddenly looked really sad and he started crying uncontrollably, "I... came up with... that for you!"
Siri gazed at him, feeling some guilt for her harsh comment eat away at her. She turned slightly away from him, too worried to look into his unsettled swirls of grey and azure orbs. "I'm sorry. Okay? Truly, I am..."
Obi-Wan frantically wiped at his eyes, trying to get the tears to stop coming, "I'll... n-never call you that again..."
"You're too emotional as an eight-year-old," Siri attempted to say softly, not very good with the whole apologetic thing.
Obi-Wan ran off into the apartment, trying to hide his embarrassment from crying so much at Siri's harsh words.
The blonde turned back around to find the gang gazing at her intently after the small performance the two eldest Jedi had presented to them. "I'm not very good with the whole apologetic thing. And it didn't help that you were all spectating!" she glowered before storming off down the hallway.
Ahsoka looked confused, "How was us watching hurting them?"
"Well," Cody whispered, fearing the petite but adept blonde Jedi would somehow hear them. "We were staring."
Ahsoka went to comment, but was shot with the blue bolt just before she could.
"This is fun!" Rex cheered.
An inadequately talking two-year-old Ahsoka was seated on the floor and looking around with wide, big cerulean eyes at the world around her and how it had suddenly altered from her previous view. Unable to speak, she instead settled Rex with the toddler equivalent to a glare, narrowing her eyes, furrowing her brow and sticking her plump bottom lip out into an effective pout.
"The terrible twos..." Padme whispered, dread filling her voice.
Anakin ran over as fast as he could and looked down at her, "Ha! Snips can't talk!" His higher octave voice squeaked out.
Ahsoka glowered at her master before snapping her teeth at his finger, which he managed to pull away from just in time, the tips of her white teeth grazing the skin of his index finger.
"Ah!" He leapt further away from her, looking at his finger before holding it protectively in his other hand and gazing at Ahsoka disgustedly. "She tried to bite me! She has rabies!"
"Anakin, stop it." Padme admonished him.
Anakin's shoulders sagged. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"It's true though..." He finished.
"Is she foaming?" Padme asked sarcastically, glowering at her husband pointedly.
'I may not be able to talk but I can still understand what you're saying!' Ahsoka snapped mentally.
Anakin whirled around to face her, expression the image as if he had been slapped and had now only just absorbed the fact. "No! I can still hear you inside my head!" He groped his head as if someone had hammered numerous nails into his skull.
Ahsoka's lips parted and formed into a sardonic smile, revealing her white but gaped teeth.
"She's doing this on purpose!" Anakin screamed, pointing at the youngling.
'May the Force help us all,' Rex thought to himself. 'We're certainly going to need it.'
'I'm gonna make you wish you were never elevated to the level of Jedi Knight, Master...' the voice inside Anakin's head whispered with dark humour.
"Padme!" Anakin screamed as he hid behind his wife.
The brunette rolled her eyes. "You can't always rely on me when something like this happens. I thought you were the Hero With no Fear!? And here you are cowering behind me!"
Anakin instantly leapt from behind her to stand in front, chest puffed out fully and hands planted firmly on his hips, legs spread apart so his entire form encompassed that of a superhero.
Cody sighed. "I should perhaps grab Generals Tachi and Kenobi. They need to be in here for the briefing before we deploy them inside the Temple to begin the second phase of operation Temple Overrun."
"Sounds good," Rex agreed.
The yellow clad clone commander marched down the hallway, following his ears that detected the ruckus behind closed doors; I.E, two children incessantly bickering in raised voices.
"I nicknamed you Snoodles at age six because you were obsessed with them!" Obi-Wan's much higher voice shrieked forth from the room.
Pounding footfalls were then followed and the spring of a bed mattress as a much smaller form fell onto it like the weight of a rock being dropped from a high ledge. "Ugh! You REALLY are too sensitive at this age!"
"I would've been like this anyway! It's MY nickname I GAVE YOU! I'm practically insulted and wounded that you never liked it!"
"I don't HATE it! But, come on, we're... were adults... would you appreciate being called Snoodles!?"
Her question was met with silence.
"Exactly! If you don't like being called Snoodles, then why should I?!" She continued.
"You're... you're right... I'll stop calling you it..." A sad reply was whispered.
Cody pressed his ear up against the door and listened intently.
"Okay," Siri sighed morosely. "Sorry that I was so harsh."
Before it could get anymore mushy or ignite into another argument between the two polar opposite Jedi, Cody burst through the door a little too eagerly, whisking the two children's attention towards him.
"If you two generals are done, can we carry on with the plan's details?"
The two generals stared at him in silence before nodding curtly and walking single file out of the room, the wary clone dragging a hand down the side of his face and sighing as he marched behind them both, ready to grab on them if anything else started.
And start it did as Siri shoved Obi-Wan when he accidently bumped her.
"Ow! What the kriff, Siri!"
Siri glowered at him testily. "Keep your eyes open, Oafy and you will actually see who you're about to walk into!"
"I did have my eyes open! You hit me!" He argued.
"AFTER... you smashed into me!" At this, Siri made a gesture with her hand by placing her fingers flat underneath her chin and then swiftly flicking the hand outwards towards him. Obi-Wan flinched back.
Cody gently separated them, "All right, you two are acting like an old married couple.
"MARRIED!" Both Jedi screeched, full pitch, making Cody wince and wish he could grab his ears without the risk of the two Jedi breaking loose and Siri wrapping her small hands around Obi-Wan's throat.
"It's an expression," He explained.
Obi-Wan almost blurted out that they were married, but once he caught sight of Siri's death glare promising to castrate him or do something harsh to him if he uttered a single word about their relationship to the unknowing clone, made him think twice about going down that road, and so he clamped his mouth shut and remained silent, marching defiantly beside her down the hall.
'We're like an old married couple the way we behave here.'
'You ARE an old couple!'
'Anakin, stay out of my head, dammit!'
'But it's fun to read your thoughts... and wait... YOU'RE MARRIED?!'
Obi-Wan felt a MASSVIE lump form in his throat, and he practically choked on his saliva once he saw the death glare Siri was shooting him as if poison tipped daggers were being shot towards him by her steady but burning gaze, as the lump lodged its self in his wind pipe.
'Anakin,' Siri telepathically sent to the boy in an overly sultry sweet voice. 'Please be considerate and STAY OUT OF OUR HEADS! Thank you!'
Anakin looked down, "At least I told you."
'Well thank you for the update, but honestly, we didn't need it.' Siri replied gently to not upset the boy.
Anakin stayed silent, the hurt look on his face remaining.
The two Jedi sensed his hurt. 'She's sorry, Anakin. She really is,' Obi-Wan said soothingly. 'She's just not good with apologies.'
The younger boy remained behind Padmé, hugging her leg tight.
Cody then marched the two squabbling Jedi in. Obi-Wan flashed Anakin another apologetic look and nudged Siri's mind to do the same to him.
Siri reluctantly did, in her mind she silently chastised the boy for being such a baby.
"Right, which of us is going in with them Rex?" Cody asked.
Rex sighed mentally, "I'll go. You need to watch over the maps. Besides, this shouldn't be too hard."
Cody shrugged, smirking. "Have fun dealing with this handful of Jedi. They are testy, impatient and incessantly bicker!"
"We are not!" Siri argued, kicking the armoured padding of Cody's suit.
"See what I mean?" the clone muttered, flinching at each sharp jolt of pain that shot up through him.
Rex shook his head, not sure of what he was getting into.
"Heads up!" He tossed the gun through the air and watched with mahogany eyes as Cody caught it with ace precision before swiftly pointing it at him, and with a small wink, fired the blue energy beam straight into the centre of Rex's chest who gasped.
"Ahaha! It tickles!"
The clone trooper's size shrank until he was but the size of a cadet.
"Hey, I'm a cadet again!" His hands roamed all over himself. His eyes narrowed as his expression formed into one of disdain. "But my hair has grown back to the military cut."
"Wish I could shave it all off..." He rubbed his hands through the short blonde hair.
"At this age I'm estimating that handing you a shaver to buzz cut all of that off is HIGHLY unwise, despite the fact that you retain your adult maturity," Padme commented, motherly concern seeping through her senator facade.
Cody looked over at the lovely senator, "He's always wanted his head shaved."
"If he wants it shaved THAT badly," Padme sighed drastically, beginning to gently shun the armoured seven-year-old towards the bathroom where a shaver was bound to be sitting somewhere. "I'll do it for him."
"Yes!" Rex chanted, fist pumping the air and practically prancing towards the bathroom door, swinging his arms around him and a happy smile slapped across his face.
The others were left watching him in amazement. "Is there something he hasn't been telling us?" Siri commented, practically standing on her tippy toes and planting her arms on top of Obi-Wan's head, to his dismay, to achieve a better view at the clone who was... was he WIGGLING his behind at them!?
"Can you cut it now? Can you cut it now? Can you cut it now?" Rex continually chanted.
"NOOO! Don't!" Cody ran in as fast as he could, which since he was a soldier was pretty quick. "You need to keep him that way or they'll know right away that it's Rex. No cadet could cut his hair. It's against the code."
Padme halted in her tracks, grabbing Cody by the neck of his shirt, a gurgle of surprise escaping the boy as his steps suddenly jolted to a halt and his weight fell forwards before being violently yanked backwards, causing the normally agile clone trooper to stumble clumsily on his feet.
"NO! No its not!" the blonde clone rebuked harshly, baring his teeth and grinding them in frustration.
"Is this really true, Rex?" Padmé questioned, her patience growing thin.
Rex looked down shamefully, dragging his right foot along the floor in a nervous gesture. "Maybe..."
Padmé threw her hands up, letting the shaver fall to the ground as she walked out.
"I did not think senator Amidala would have such a harsh temper..." Rex mumbled softly.
Anakin looked up from the doorway, where he had been watching, "Of course she does. She lives with me."
"Yes you would know," Obi-Wan commented. "I hope you don't terrorise her as much as you did to me."
"He does on occasion!" Padme yelled from somewhere in the expanse apartment.
The small sandy blonde boy looked down, "Yeah..."
"She's doing great though - holding up."
"She's not as delusional as you."
"HEY! I AM NOT DELUSIONAL! Am I, Siri?"
The blonde knight's response was to smirk sardonically, leaving Obi-Wan standing in the crowd in disarray.
"Ha!" Anakin laughed.
"Siri? Am I really delusional?"
"No..."
Obi-Wan caught how the woman trailed off deliberately. "Give me one example," he began, holding up one finger in front of her face. "of me acting delusional!"
"The time I trapped you in a lift with Siri and after an hour you came back to our apartment with swollen lips, purple bruises on your neck and you were half daydreaming the whole time I attempted to talk to you."
"ANAKIN, PLEASE!" The boy smirked devilishly.
Obi-Wan turned back to Siri. "Go on, Siri."
Siri was blushing bright red, "Well... what he said."
Obi-Wan nodded, trying not to turn as red as Siri. "Right, well..." he cleared his throat nervously, tugging on his tunic collar, that suddenly felt amazingly constricting, and turned towards the speeder. "Lets... get going to the Temple."
Everyone who was a child, including Cody, the only one who could escort them since Padme's pregnancy currently prevented her from getting into massive action, strode towards the speeder parked by the veranda. "We need to grab Ahsoka. Anakin?"
The look of horror that flitted across Anakin's face would forever be a relished memory for those who he had previously annoyed. "NO! I am NOT carrying that child! She tried to bite me!"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Be mature, Anakin."
"I'M A CHILD! MATURITY FOR MY AGE IS CURRENTLY OBSOLETE!" His sapphire eyes darted to the glaring Togruta seated on the floor, linking and unlinking her stubby, tiny fingers continuously as he pointed an accusing finger towards her, this time at a relatively safe distance where she may not attempt to chew it off. Don't hold your breath though. "SHE HAS RABIES!"
Everyone in the speeder rolled their eyes at the crazy antics between Master/Padawan in child form as Anakin raged on about her having every disease known to man on their way to the Temple. The Prank War was far from over.
So there we have it! We hope you enjoyed! And Obi-Wan toasting to destroying the Sith. There will bo no dark, brooding misery over the Sith and darkness surrounding the Force. TThis is a story where... well you can guess that Sidious was discovered sooner and Anakin destroyed him before he could execute his elaborate plan. This is all good old fashioned American and British minds coming together to create humour and antics! :D