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Authors' Note: I'm sorry for the delay in getting Part 12 out. It has been a very rushed year, and Puff (the main writer) and I do not often see each other. Luckily, we have been locked together in the auditorium for 3 hours for the past couple of days. We'll be graduating in less than a month, and hopefully as summer comes, chapters will be posted more quickly.

Part 12

The Ping-Pong Tournament

Obi-Wan Kenobi sat in his hotel room, cross-legged on the bed, playing Tetris on the new Gameboy Advance Depa had bought him. He had been completely absorbed in the game for the last eight hours. The other Jedi were preparing to go to the arena where the ping-pong tournament would be held. Mace was currently in the bathroom, drying his hair.

Obi-Wan sighed. "Master, you've been in there for two hours and you don't even have hair! What's going on?"

"I'll be out in a second, Obi-Wan," Mace said, unable to tell his apprentice that he had knocked the sink off the wall and water was spewing everywhere.

"Just hurry up. We're leaving in an hour."

"Oh, I'll hurry," Mace said as he tried to block the jet of water with his robe.

There was a knock on the door. It was Chuck Norris. No. Just kidding. It was Depa.

"We're leaving now," she informed Obi-Wan. "We want to get good seats."

"I'm ready to go. Get Mace," Obi-Wan turned off his Gameboy and hopped up.

Depa went over to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

"Mace, we're leaving," Depa called.

"Okay," Mace shouted back.

He eyed the water spraying out of the wall and the sink lying on the floor. He shrugged.

"I'm a Jedi, not a plumber." He opened the bathroom door and exited, leaving the soggy mess behind.

Upon seeing him, Depa raised an eyebrow. "Why are you all wet?"

"Uh. I took a shower and forgot to take my clothes off," Mace replied.

"Oh…Okay," Depa did not want to pursue the matter further. "Well, let's go."

Mace, Depa, and Obi-Wan exited the room. In the parking lot, they met up with the rest of the Council. Yaddle was sitting cross-legged on the asphalt, mediating.

"What took so long?" Yareal asked. His head had regenerated after arriving at the hotel.

"Oh. Got up late," Mace replied, not wanting to tell everyone that his hotel room was turning into a goldfish's paradise with every passing minute.

"Oh. Whatever," Yareal seemed satisfied with the answer.

The Jedi piled into the van. Obi-Wan resumed his game of Tetris. Shaak started singing car songs.

"There was a guy who liked to whine and Qui-Gon was his name-o. QUI dash GON. QUI dash GON. QUI dash GON. QUI dash GON and Qui-Gon was his name-o!" She sang.

Thirty verses of Qui-Gon later……

The van arrived at the arena.

"Nervous I am," Yaddle sighed.

"I hate the number 34," Plo said, totally off topic.

"Don't be nervous," Adi said. "Just picture everyone in their underwear."

"How would that help?" Yaddle demanded. "Break my concentration that would."

They entered the arena through the back door. All the competitors were back there. A guy with fangs wandered up to Yaddle.

"If you beat me, I'll eat you," he threatened. "Little green punk."

"But cannibalism that is," Yaddle objected.

"Then I guess I'm a cannibal," the guy said before meandering off.

"Very nervous I am," Yaddle said and started pacing.

"Don't worry about him, Yaddle. I'm sure he's all talk," Shaak assured her.

"Good luck," Yoda said as he and the other members of the council went to join the audience.

Since the Jedi were running late, the tournament started not two seconds after their butts touched the seats.

To be continued…

Author's Note:Don't kill us becausethis section is so short! We're sorry!Segment 2 should be up very soon, and the bulk of the story will be in it. This is only the beginning...