I finally got around to this one again! Hope you enjoy it! :D

"It's a wonder we weren't disintegrated by that thing..."

"I'm guessing we were just grazed."

"Wonderful. I'm sure that's just what all the younglings want to hear when they ask me about my head."

"You don't have to mention that part. Just tell them that you fell hundreds of feet through plasma-riddled air and landed head first in a tree. And make sure to tell them that you almost died. Any story where someone almost dies is sure to be interesting."

"Anakin."

"What?"

"What, exactly, have you been filling their innocent little heads with?"

"Don't look at me like that! I'm only telling them the truth! Besides, they always ask me about you, anyways, since you're typically the one carted off to the Healer's Ward whenever we get back to the Temple. It's not my fault that your many brushes with death just happen to be terrifying and somewhat graphic."

"Maybe you should leave out the terrifying and graphic parts and just say that I'm hurt and will be okay."

"See, master, that's why they come to me for the stories. They want a story, not a dumbed-down answer that's demeaning towards their age... what?"

"At least my answers won't give them nightmares."

"Whatever... the point is, if they're going to be fighting in this war they might as well know what's going on. Besides, you should see the looks on their face; they're in awe of you every time I tell of your death-defying exploits."

"Like falling into trees?"

"Not one of your classier moments, I'll give you that..."

"Considering you're the one who dumped me in that tree, I do believe I will be telling this particular story. The art of words is something you have yet to master, my friend. I can make anything appear classy."

"I'll make sure to be there when you try. Now how are we getting in there?"

"Stealth, Anakin. You know, that other art you have yet to master..."

"Hey! My aggressive, all-guns-blazing approach works just fine in most situations, thank you very much, and it might work better in this one too. The place is crawling with droids. If you can't pass 'em, then piece 'em."

"You've been talking with Garen again, haven't you."

"Of course! He seems to understand my approach to things a little better than you do."

"That's because neither of you think before you act... I admit, though, in this case you might be right."

"I don't see how - wait, what? I'm right? You mean, you're going to blow all of the 'fine points of subtlety' and just blast your way in beside me? Did I hear you right?"

"Yes, Anakin, you did. South entrance or east? I think maybe the south entrance might get us to their hangar a little quicker since most of the droids coming out of there look like... why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm not looking at you 'like that'. I'm merely basking in the feeling of superior thinking. I just out-strategized the Order's go-to tactician... so this is what it feels like. Do you feel like this all the time, or just part of the time? Or are you so used to it by now that you don't feel anything at all?"

"Are you quite finished?"

"Yeah, yeah... okay, north entrance it is."

"I said south!"

"Oh, right. South. That must be the one we're staring at, with all of the droids pouring out in droves. Yeesh, master, you didn't have to pick the most populated part of the compound."

"Well if we're charging in like madmen with sabers flying wildly around us as per your suggested strategy, then the number of droids shouldn't matter much, should it. Besides, they're just battle droids. Nothing too frightening."

"I'm not frightened. Just concerned. You do have a head injury, after all."

"Thanks, Anakin, but I'll be alright. Now let's get on with it. The sooner my head gets treated, the less you'll be concerned about it."

"Do you ever think about yourself?"

"Yes, actually, I do. But right now my stomach hurts more than my head, so we need to move."

"Your stomach? What did you do now?"

"Nothing!"

"Then why does your stomach hurt?"

"Like you said, this entire experience has not seen me at my best. I made a rather ungraceful landing in a tree, consumed what I'll admit was the slimiest creature I have ever tasted in my life, regurgitated it, and then choked down a piece of chalk which is currently cementing itself into the sides of my stomach. Those uncivilized excuses for meals don't sit well with me, and they do absolutely nothing to satisfy my hunger."

"I told you I shouldn't have given you one."

"Well they didn't do anything to you, so why should I have thought any different for myself? Now come on. I feel another headache starting up..."

"Okay, okay, let's go. I don't think it's the meal bar, though. I think it's that slug; it was probably poisonous, or something."

"Well then the sooner we leave, the better. I'm not too fond of you carving 'consumed a slug' on a bust of me either."

"You're not going to die, master. Stop fretting."

"I don't fret, Anakin. I simply have some perspective."

"Same blasted thing."

Thanks for taking the time to read! Love you guys! :)