Obi-Wan Kenobi laid his head in his hands and sighed.  He didn’t want to work – couldn’t work.  He had spent two standard weeks doing research for his upcoming mission, too busy trying to get all the information read to even sleep.  Using his fingertips to massage his temples, the Jedi Knight called on the Force to will away his headache. 

He had to get some sleep.  There was no way he could continue without a few hours’ sleep and a hot meal.  

Sleep first, though.  Otherwise he wouldn’t have energy enough to eat the meal.

With a yawn, Obi-Wan closed the Encyclopedia Corellia holo on the desk in front of him and stood up, bones popping loudly as he stretched.

As if on autopilot, Obi-Wan stumbled down the hall gracelessly, leaning on the wall for support as he headed for the main corridor toward his quarters.  He rounded the final corner, and nearly fell over at the sight that greeted him.

Master Yoda was headed toward the Council room, a string of initiates close on his heels, imitating his slow, deliberate walk, stifling giggles behind their hands and hoping the diminutive Master didn’t hear them.

Obi-Wan blinked several times at the sight, and when it didn’t go away, shook his head hard, then looked up again.  Children were still following after the little green Master, acting as if he didn’t know they were there.

Obi-Wan looked at Yoda, whose ears were lying flat off the sides of his head, though he was grinning slightly.  He nodded to the stunned Jedi as he passed, an evil glimmer in his eyes.  Obi-Wan had many times before seen that look, and he knew it usually meant that the ancient little Master was about do so something very out of character.

He still thought he was hallucinating.  He couldn’t believe those kids had the nerve to make fun of Master Yoda, much less follow behind so closely and do it.  It meant only one thing…

Yoda was in a good mood.

Obi-Wan watched amusedly as the line of Jedi slowly made their way down the hall, dying to know what was going to happen despite the saner parts of his mind screaming for sleep before they shut down permanently.

In another instant, Obi-Wan hit the ground as a war cry pierced the silence of the Temple Halls.  He watched from his position as Yoda suddenly whipped around, gimmer stick flying out before him as he squawked.

Children shrieked and went every which way, scattering like roaches as the little green alien turned on them and ran back down the hall through the line, ears flat, eyes glittering.  At that particular moment, Mace Windu happened to come around the corner.

He stopped dead in his tracks, glanced at Obi-Wan on the floor, then back at Yoda standing at his feet, breathing heavily.

“Taught a lesson, those children must be,” he said and walked past the Head Councilor.  Obi-Wan and Mace, both stunned, looked at each other, and burst out laughing as screams from startled kids echoed up and down the halls.

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