Temple Mischief: Oopsie

Title: "Temple Mischief: Oopsie"

Rating: G

Summary: Oafy-Wan strikes again�

Disclaimers: It all belongs to George�I just play in his sandbox.

Notes: My explanation of that "That business on Cato Neimoidia doesn't�doesn't count" line from Obi-Wan after saving the Chancellor in Ep III� no spoilers, just plain insanity.

"Welcome, Master Jedi," the protocol droid at the door said sweetly as she led them inside the Trade Federation Headquarters on Cato Neimoidia. "The viceroy will see you now. Please wait here." Obi-Wan threw his hood back, and Anakin did the same. As he crossed his arms into his robes, Obi-Wan felt a slight twinge of d�j� vu. He had been here before.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Anakin murmured, looking around at the bare walls.

"Tell me about it," Obi-Wan muttered in reply with a momentary pang of sadness for his former Master. "This is not going to be easy."

"I know, Master."

"Follow my lead."

"Yes, Master."

Obi-Wan glanced over at Anakin. It was not like him to be so�agreeable. Normally he was the first to the door to rip it open and start cutting things in half. Today though, there was something different about him� like he really did sense the danger.

Both Jedi tensed as the door slid open. In stumbled the protocol droid once more. It looked at them with unblinking mechanical eyes and motioned for them to follow. "This way, please."

They were led up to another floor in the building, and down a long hallway. They were stopped at one final portal. The blast doors slid away and the doors opened to reveal Nute Gunray and his chump Rune Haako, both fidgeting nervously as the two Jedi entered the room.

"Viceroy Gunray, We are here to negotiate a treaty," Obi-Wan said evenly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to read the Neimoidian's blank face. "The Republic demands that you end your attacks on its cruisers and supply ships."

"But we are at war, Master Jedi," the viceroy burbled, starting to laugh. "In times of war, one does not just�stop attacking the enemy."

"If you wish to keep your trade licenses, you will cease and desist immediately," Anakin said.

"Viceroy Gunray," Obi-Wan picked up, "We have seven ships waiting just outside your atmosphere, each carrying five hundred troops. Should you refuse our offer of a peaceful ceasefire, our army will take your planet by force."

"You cannot do that!"

"But you said it yourself, Viceroy�we are at war."

"Jedi Scum!" Viceroy Gunray barked. "Destroy them!" As expected, a platoon of destroyers rolled in and began to blast at the pair of Jedi. While they fought to keep themselves alive, the viceroy and his minion disappeared down a back hatch, leaving the Jedi to face the droids alone.

"Cody, get down here!" Obi-Wan yelled into his comm as he continued to fight off droids. Within moments, clone troopers were bursting through windows and relieving the Jedi of their attackers.

With a quick smile, Obi-Wan saluted Commander Cody and started down the hall, Anakin at his heels. They turned a corner and entered a breezeway where below they could see several battalions of droids. They were quickly loading onto a transport, and it was obvious that this was the ship carrying the viceroy and his aide. The Jedi team looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. Then, as they prepared to jump, clone reinforcements came up the breezeway. Obi-Wan moved to the side and Anakin followed suit, but it wasn't quite enough.

As the troops lumbered past, Obi-Wan was caught with the butt of the gun. Reeling, he tipped backwards toward the walkway's edge. His foot caught a piece of rubble, and unable to hold on, he went over the edge, his lightsaber flying from his hand. Anakin watched his former master fall through the air, landing with a hard thump on the metal docking floor below. There was a slight moment of panic, then Obi-Wan started moving.

Sitting up, the Jedi Master shook his head and looked around. As the world came into focus, he realized that there were approximately two hundred droid troops with blasters pointed squarely at his head. /Uh oh,/ Obi-Wan thought. He knew he didn't have time to call the lightsaber to him�he didn't even know where it was.

Closing his eyes, the Jedi prepared himself for the worst. Then the blasters started. He cringed and sunk toward the floor, knowing he was doomed. There was a swish � the sound of a lightsaber, and a mechanical groan. From his fetal position on the floor, Obi-Wan cracked an eye and looked around. He was sitting in the middle of a pile of rubble that somewhat resembled droids. And there, in front of him was a very smug-looking Anakin.

"Master," Anakin said smartly, handing the missing weapon back to Obi-Wan, "how many times do I have to tell you�"

"Hush, Anakin� I KNOW�"

"You sure could have fooled me." Anakin snickered, and Obi-Wan groaned as he climbed to his feet. The pair started toward the hangar where the transport once sat. There was an awkward moment of silence, then Anakin laughed again. "This is the ninth time I've saved your skin, you know."

"No�no, no, no�" Obi-Wan muttered, shaking his head furiously. "This one doesn't count."

"And why not?"

"Because it wasn't my fault." Both Jedi stopped and looked at each other. Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, Anakin turned and walked away.

"Whatever you say, Master."