Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own any of the characters that I am borrowing indefinitely.

For Luke Skywalker, the week couldn't have gone worse.

Corran Horn, the main overseer of the daily going ons on Yaven 4, and Mirax, his wife and co-worker, had left the previous week to attend his parent's funeral. They had been gone for almost a week when Luke recieved a message, stating in so many words, 'Due to unforeseen complications that have arisen, the funeral has dragged out longer than we expected and (here he paused to appologise profusely) we will, unfortunately, be off system until further notice.'

Luke, if it weren't for the fact that he refused to think ill of his coleagues, would have accused him of skiving off.

Shirkan' Cor, the resident mind-reading specialist and only Twi'lek currently employed on Yaven 4, had been refusing to speak or even so much as look at him. He wasen't quite certain what had happened, but he gathered he must have offended her in some way or other. He just needed to find out how he had accomplished that, which, quite frankly, is no small task when said person is avoiding you at all costs.

Shirkan was the one who taught the older jedi-trainiees with him; with her refusing to communicate, they were unable to work together and it left a bad impression on their students. Yesterday she had gone as far as to not attend altogether, claiming she had come down with a headache.

This week had been maintanence week amoungst the cleaning droids, so quite a large number were down, leaving less than half to do the usual jobs.

With most of the cleaning droids out of commision, Corran and Mirax gone and his main co-worker not being a help in the slightest, they were three teachers short, and the weight had shifted onto his shoulders. Luke was left to oversee and supervise the younger students as well. It was frankly mind blowing how hard it was to control the students.

Just three days before, there had been a major food fight in the food court, right before the morning lesson. Since they were short droids the children had had to clean up themselves, which resulted in them missing morning lessons. Luke had decided to give them all extra lessons and ground them.

Jacen and Jaina, despite being told to stay inside, had decided to take advantage of the lack of imposed supervision, and had convinced some of their friends to join them in a trip into the forest to, of all the possible things they could have done, play hide-and-seek.

One of them, in trying to find a suitable hiding place, had come upon a yerg nesting site. The yergs, foreseeing the fleeing Caamassi flegling as a threat to their young, had chased him and the rest of the crew all the way to the temple, where they had then flooded the corridoors. Nobody was injured, thankfully, but they had managed to tear apart the third and forth floor ramparts, almost collapsing part of the tower.

The twins(whom he later learned had come up with the whole idea) had been suitably contrite, and had tried to atone themselves by fixing the tower. Only, they weren't quite capable enough to force-fix anything at their current stage in telekinetics, and had proceeded to finish collapsing the tower.

Speaking of the twins, their behavior had become increasingly erratic.

Jacen, the younger of the two by a few minutes, was acting quite peculiar; swinging from whiny, clingy and immature, to angsty, rebellious, and refusing affection in a matter of seconds. He was also becoming more and more hostile towards strangers for no aparent reason.

Jaina, the older of the two, was clingy beyond reason. Being unable to direct all her parent's attention to herself as they were not fequent visitors to Yaven 4, she had at first tried clinging towards Luke. When Luke had gently but firmly explained to her that he couldn't afford the luxury of having his own personal cling-on, she had swung her attention to, surprisingly, Corran Horn.

Corran was not one to refuse the twins much, and so he had reluctantly obliged her. This had led to a few blissfully peaceful days.

Now, Corran was gone, and Jaina had spent the entire week moping around the temple, not paying attention to her studies, and being an outright pain.

Everything had led up to a point where he had been tempted to tear out what little hair he had.

So Luke had finally decided, for the sake of his sanity if nothing else, to take a well needed break. As Han and Leia were currently in system, wanting to visit their children, Luke had invited them over for a week-end drink, "For old times sake". Luke didn't see the need to inform them that the infallible Jedi master was unable to keep control of the temple, nor that his sanity was being threatened. He just wanted them over to, "reminisce over past adventures".

That was what Luke was doing now, resting on a loveseat in his sitting room across from Han and Leia, residing over a good glass of Correlian wine, trying his best notto remember the past week.

Corran and Mirax will be returning any day now, the droids should be fixed anytime soon, and Shirka can't exactly ignore me forever; things are beginning to look up slightly. Maybe, just maybe, next week will be better.Yeah right. keep telling yourself that Luke, and you just might begin to believe it. Oh well. If it does get any worse, I'll just survive like I did this week. It can't get any worse, now can it?

He was torn out of his musings by Han calling his name.

'Huh?' came the articulate answer.

'Where did you wander off to? I've been trying to get your attention for the past few minutes. You've just been sitting there, twirling your glass, staring off into the next galaxy with a blank expression on your face.'

Luke grimaced, 'Was I? I guess I was just deep in thought.'

'Must have been pretty deep.' Han answered with a grin. 'Any recent, say, female acquaintances I should know about? Or male acquaintences perhaps?'

'Han!' Leia said in a mock reproachfull voice, 'Even if he did, it would be none of your business. That's my job, as sister of the week.' She finished, before adding with a smirk, 'If you were gay you would tell me right?' which made them both burst into laughter.

Luke rolled his eyes and sat up to refill his glass.

'For the last time, I amnot gay. Nor will I ever be. And for the record, I am not celibate either. I just haven't found the right person yet.'

'Sure you haven't, sure you haven't.' Han said placatingly. 'Your problem, my dear brother in law, is that you don't spend any time looking. How are you supposed to find someone if you aren't looking for them? Come travel with us for awhile. Get out of this load of bantha fodder, no offense to your temple. Quit teaching for awhile, get a life.'

'Now Han, you know that Luke has quite a responsability here. He can't just run off anytime he likes. Don't pester him.' Leia scolded. 'He does have a valid point though, Luke. You need to get a break once in awhile, or you'll just pile up on stress.'

'Right, right. Anyways, have there been any new candedates recently? Any overconfident rookies eager to prove their place?'

'Not recently. The last trainee was Karr'aan Turgan, the Belkan from Belkadaan. There are a lot of kids, but I do wish we could get some new blood,' he commented absently.

'You know, I really don't get how you stand it. It must be so boring teaching the same things to the same kids day after day. Where's the fun?'

Luke snorted into his wine at the word 'boring'. Yeah right. It's been anything but boring around here.

Han was too busy talking to notice him, but Leia's eyes had narrowed in suspicion. 'Has something happened around here? Anything big?'

Emperor's black bones. Now she's suspicious. Better play it down. 'Nothing really, we just had some problems with the lack of staff. Some yergs destroyed some stuff, a few food fights, nothing special.'

'Lack of staff? Food fights? YERGS?? What has been happening around here??' Leia exclaimed. 'Was it Jacen and Jaina again?'

'Nooottt... exactly...' Luke waived his hand vaguely, taking another sip of his drink. 'Do you really want the details?'

They both nodded their heads leaning foreward slightly.

Luke contemplated how to tell them without making himself seem incapable, before sighing and summarising it the best he could.

'They did what??' Leia shreaked.

'Don't worry love, I'm sure they were punished appropriately. Isn't that right, Kid?' Han asked, raising an inquiring eye brow.

'Of course they were.' Luke retorted, 'But anyhow, one of the kids succeeded in disturbing a yerg nest.' Han and Leia groaned, 'My thoughts exactly. They determined that he was harmful, and they chased the kids all they way back and into the temple.'

'But yergs eat metals, plaster and concretes. Was anyone hurt?' Leia asked with wide eyes.

'Thankfully, no. The tower on the north wing, however, was almost collapsed. Jaina and Jacen, in an effort to atone for their

sins and no doubt lesson their punishment, tried fixing it. Which consequently led to a disaster.' Luke finished grimly.

'Adventuresome sneaks aren't they? Good for them. They're definately their father's children,' Han quiped with a beaming smile, which he quickly wiped off at Leia's disapproving glare. 'Ahhhh, I mean, of course that... thats bad. Yeah. Bad. Not good? Ha...' he trailed off sheepishly.

Leia simply sighed, taking instead a gulp of her drink.

'How have you been holding up kid? Finally found a kink in that unbreakable Jedi master's armour?' Han snickered, taking a swig of his whiskey.

Luke scowled, but not wanting to admit that Han had hit the nail on the head, he kept silent. When he had finally decided on an indescriminating retort, he opened his mouth to reply.

Suddenly there was a flash of bright red light, very simmilar to fire, and something knocked Luke out of his chair. He heard Leia's squeal of surprise and Han's roar of, 'What in the nine levels of the Maw is that??' before he managed back flip onto the floor, spinning around, his finger on the lightsaber ignition, to apprehend whatever it was that had knocked him over. He came face to face with... a Phoenix?

Yours truely,

Achillies eel

'If it ain't broke, don't fix it.'