Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or any of the characters etc.. They are all George's toys. I just like to play with them. Thank you Master Paulie-Gon for making me finally get busy on this. And to you and Calthea and the other Robinsons' for helping me with some of the material and jokes. This is strictly a humor piece. I have more entries, and as I get them I will post them, unless everybody hates this.
There is a Padme diary and and Anakin diary both of wich are hysterical. I figured it was time for a funny look at AOTC from Obi's point of view. I love him, and I love the way Ewan plays him, but he also just screams make fun of me, must be all the one liners. And to warn you, I am an Anakin fan. I love Obi Wan, but I am definatly not in the Obi is god and can do no wrong club. Nothing in this is meant to be taken seriously. It is all meant as lighthearted fun.
Today we were summoned to return to Coruscant. Senator Amadala's life is being threatned again. (When is her life ever not under a threat? ). We were assigned to stand guard. Even though Anakin and the Senator haven't seen each other in ten years , I have the strangest feeling that Captain Typho and I could have been dancing around the room in rainbow colored tutus and they wouldn't have noticed. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Later just when Anakin and I had another good argument about to start, an assasin droid sent a couple of creepy crawlers in to take care of the Senator. Of course Anakin was in there in a flash, by the time I got there, they had already been dismembered, so I did the only logical thing. I jumped out of a two hundred story window and hung on to a 2 pound probe droid for my life. Anakin took his own sweet time, following after me. He said it was because he needed to find the right speeder, but I think he had other things on his mind. I mean a gonzo color? What the heck do Yoda's friends have to do with this?
Then to top it off I get to race thru traffic at the hands of a kid who's greatest joy seems to be in torturing his master. I swear one of these days that padawan of mine is going to kill me. Its a good thing the assasin went into a nightclub. After flying around with Anakin, I need a drink. I haven't felt that woozy since that one time I made the mistake of trying one of Master Qui-Gon's special brownies and misplaced an entire afternoon. I still get weird looks from Jocasta Nu, whenever I need to use one of the research rooms. One of these days I'm going to have to ask her about that. On second thought, maybe I don't want to know how I woke up in the stacks between meditation techniques and mind tricks.