The Apprentice Menace(s).

[Rom]

Kneeling on the soft grassy patch next to one of the larger pools in the Jedi Temple's Room of a Thousand Fountains, an obsidian scaled Barabel rested with his eyes closed, head bowed down in deep concentration. After having spent an evening out in one of the seedier parts of Coruscant, the reptilian Jedi had decided to push the strange mass suicide the humans and other sentients seemed to enjoy away and get back to focusing on his training. Raynor had been training with his master, Knight Cnile, for a few weeks now and had found the experience more helpful (and frustrating) than he had ever thought it could be. Under her, Raynor had gained a better understanding of the Force and could even meditate without being overwhelmed by his negative emotions.

Letting out a sigh of contentment, Raynor quickly pushed himself up onto his feet and grabbed the cloak and sheathed cortosis-weave vibrosword that had been laying on the ground next to him. Pulling on the cloak and affixing the sword to the magnetic plate sewn into the robes on his back, Raynor began to move out of the Room and headed deeper into the Temple back towards the apartment he shared with his master. Having a weapon on his person gave the reptilian Jedi a sense of comfort, and until he received a training saber the sword would have to do. Grinning, the youthful Barabel wondered to himself if he'd be able to cajole his master into finally letting him try some sparring before ducking through a side corridor that contained a short cut to other parts of the Temple.

 

[D.C.]

It was a nice day. The sun was shining and everyone seemed to be so jovial, for some reason. Probably because of that kriffing nice weather. Anthony sauntered about through the corridors of the temple, his hands in the pockets of his long, brown Jedi robe. His lightsaber was clipped to his belt. He was lost in his own thoughts about what had happened last night, and because of what happened last night, Anthony wasn't jovial like everyone else. He was in a rather grumpy mood.

'Kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff...' he muttered. He turned around a corridor and that's when he got even more annoyed. A Barabel appeared around the corner and the two Jedi bumped against each other.

'Kriff! Watch out, idiot!' Anthony said, agitated. He turned away from the Barabel and pulled up his hood, violently. He was about to turn around the corner when he suddenly remembered who this Barabel was. He was one of the Jedi who'd been in the Outlander Club last night.

Anthony quickly turned around again and faced the Barabel, who's name he'd forgotten. 'Oh, sorry, man... I didn't recognize you. I just got this terrible hangover, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to shout, it's nothing personal. Are you ok?'

 

[Rom]

Standing still, and fighting with the rather violent impulse to sweep his tail out and knock the apparently blind human off of his feet, Raynor narrowed his sanguine eyes and listened to the human stutter off his excuses about a hangover, whatever that was. Focusing on the human's face, the Barabel realized just as the man finished speaking that they had ran into each other at the strange human club the night before. Shaking his head to stave off the stuttered statements, Raynor tried to grin in a friendly manner, knowing that the sight of his sharp teeth usually deterred most of the other Jedi from staying around for a chat.

"This one waz not offended and no harm was done. What is thiz 'sorry' you keep repeating? The incident happened, it's over, we now move on." Shaking his head at the strange habits of the humans, Raynor reached out a claw hand in a move he had seen humans do during his years in the temple as a way of greeting. "This one iz Raynor Cree... and you are?"

 

[D.C.]

Anthony smiled faintly, dispite his headache. He shook the hand of his fellow Jedi and said: 'I'm Anthony Xall. Pleased to meet you. I'm glad you didn't Force Push me into a wall. You were in the Outlander Club weren't you? There was this bloke there, a Human who thought he could flirt with a Jedi girl, right? O, what a night it was... Hope you enjoyed it, though. What's happened after I left?'

After shaking Raynor's hand he quickly pulled down his hood again. It wasn't exactly polite to be talking to someone with your mug shrouded in a hood. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his Jedi robe and yawned. He was tired as hell, but that was no excuse to stay in bed. He was a Jedi, he had to get up early and train. But he didn't want to train today. He was glad his Master (and best friend) had given him a day off. Adam had, of course, recommended Anthony to spend his time meditating and whatnot, but Anthony didn't feel like sitting in a quiet room all day. Besides, he couldn't focus anyway. Not with this kriffing headache.

((OOC: In case you didn't notice, Anthony's quite talkative XD))

 

[Rom]

Nodding politely, Raynor looked at his fellow Jedi and maintained his grin even as his mind silently pondered what sort of genetic defect had made humans so talkative. Groaning quietly at the mention of the club, Raynor muttered, "This one did not stay long after you left, the drunken human still seemed intent on starting a fight and human blood is hard to remove from clawz." Noticing the smell of liquor and the glazed look on the human's eyes, Raynor sissed with laughter as he realized why the human kept wincing at the loud noises of the other Jedi walking around them. "Drink too much, Anthony?"

Pulling his own hood back, the reptilian Jedi leaned back against the corridor wall to remain out of the way of any passerby and looked over the fellow padawan. "This one wonderz why you would be out and about so early in your state." Humans would never cease to confuse him.

((I noticed :p... Raynor (despite spending three years now at the temple) is still semi disparaging of humans and their behavior, though he hides it behind a wall of friendly sarcasm and cynicism. ))

 

[D.C.]

'Adam, my master, came rushing in my room and kicked me out of bed, saying that I shouldn't waste a moment of today. Now, that sucks. If it wasn't for him, I'd just sleep until after noon. That guy just doesn't understand what it is to have a hangover. I mean, a hangover man, that's just... not nice. And he doesn't understand that when I have a hangover, I'd like to sleep. So it's his fault I'm tired as hell and a tad grumpy this morning.

'Anyhow,' he went on, 'I was on my way to the canteen to get some caf... Or maybe Corellian Caf. Y'know that stuff? It's like normal caf, but with a shot of Corellian Whiskey. It's kriffing nice. Hey, why don't you tag along and let's have breakfast together?'

Anthony paused for a few moments, thinking about what he'd just said.

'Wait, that sounded like I'm asking you out... But seriously, I'm kriffing hungry. Let's go!'

He walked down the corridor towards the canteen. He glared at the other Padawans and the Knights who passed by and—in Anthony's opinion—were shouting out loud. He continued to rub his head as he walked on. The Jedi he passed by all looked at him as if he was some kind of idiot. And well, in fact he was. What kind of Jedi would go out drinking all night? And the stupidest thing was that Anthony always blamed others for his hangovers. But hey, he was a nice kid once you got to know him.

The doors to the canteen were wide open and Anthony could hear the noise from afar. He grimaced and took a deep breath. Then he headed on in and the noise of all those Jedi talking and chatting resounded throughout his agonized skull.

'Ah! Kriff it!' Anthony shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the noise. Once again Anthony reminded himself he still had to learn that technique to shut out all the noise, because that'd be of great help when he had another of his hangovers. O, and don't get this wrong. Ant really was no drunkard or anything, he just liked to party. He wasn't addicted to alcohol, he just liked to drink it. However, when it was needed of him, he could be bloody serious and act like a Jedi was supposed to act. Just... not now...

Kriffing headaches...

'So,' Anthony said to Raynor, 'let's just get some food and sit down somewhere. Who's your master, I wonder? Cuz, you are a Padawan right? Or are you a Knight and just prefer swords? In that case, sorry for assuming you're a Padawan. I hope you won't get angry for that, because if you'd begin shouting right now, then my head would explode in this bloody mess of bone and brains and maybe my eyeballs will end up in someone's soup and... yea, right... What I mean is, sorry for calling you Padawan if you're a not a Padawan anymore... O, and we need to stand in line here, or else we'll have to wait for ages to get our food!'

Anthony quickly walked over to the line-up and grabbed a plate. He looked over to the cupcakes and for the first time this morning he actually smiled. O, kriff yea! He'd so get one those!

 

[Rom]

Following Anthony to the mess hall of the Temple, Raynor couldn't help but hiss in laughter at the human's antics. Between glaring at every person who spoke above a whisper and making a scene in the midst of the crowd of Jedi, the human was certainly different than most of the other padawans the barabel had met. Looking out over the mess hall, Raynor almost bumped into a passing Master as he froze while staring at one of the banquet tables. Bantha steaks. Glorious barely cooked slabs of bantha meat just waiting to be consumed.

Shaking himself out of his day-dreams involving copious amounts of meat, Raynor cocked his head to the side as his mind tried to catch up with Anthony's words. "No no, this one iz not a Knight. This one haz just recently started training with my master, her name is Cnile Mengele. This one has yet to begin saber training due to my aggression problem. The sword letz me practice and stay in shape while feeling safe." Even in the Temple, Raynor did not feel comfortable without a weapon of some sort, due to his upbringing in the war-fueled clans of Barab I.

Grabbing a tray and two plates, the large reptile quickly stocked up on three slabs of rare-cooked bantha steak topped with some sort of odd looking green gravy, a few helpings of corellian tubers, and topped the entire meal with a huge scoop of mashed nautolan potatoes smothered in the same green gravy as the steaks. Turning his head to ask Anthony who his own master was, Raynor cocked his head to the right and stared in confusion as the human piled his plate with some sort of fluffy confection topped with a weird pink glob. "What in the name of the hunt are those thingz?"

 

[D.C.]

'Cnile Mengele? Isn't she that hot Coruscanti chick with that green saber? Say, do you have her number?' Anthony half-joked as he grabbed a plate and picked six of those cupcakes. The canteen lady raised both her eyebrows and was about to tell him that he should leave some for the other people, when Anthony quickly waved his hand and said: 'I can take as many cakes as I want.'

The canteen lady said, 'You can take as many cakes as you want', and with a big smile Anthony grabbed two more. Then he moved on to get some bread, cheese and a glass of milk. That was when his new friend asked him what those cakes were.

'What, are you serious, mate? O, for kriff's sake! These are the delicious cupcakes of the Jedi Temple! Once we sit down somewhere I'll let you have one of these so you can try it, if you'd like. It's kriffing sweet, man! You'll love it!' Anthony said. He turned to look into the canteen and spotted a table up ahead. 'C'mon, let's go quickly before the seats are taken.'

He strode towards the table, set down the plate and then sat down on the chair. He gazed upon his breakfast and instantly forgot about his headache. O, man! Eight cupcakes! That's just brilliant, isn't it!?

'So,' Anthony said once Raynor would sit down at the table as well, 'how long have you been in the temple? I don't think I've seen you before, but that might be cuz I go out on missions with my master, Adam Delenzik, a lot.'

 

[Rom]

Cocking his head to the side as he watched Anthony use a mind trick, Raynor muttered to himself that that was certainly a trick he needed to learn before following the human to the chosen table. Digging into his plate with a ferocity that would usually leave those with a weaker stomach feeling sick, Raynor perked his head up at the Padawan's comment about his Master. "This one thinkz that Cnile is a bit out of your league, mate. While this one won't pretend to understand human courtship rituals, relatively sure that you're not her type." Sissing in laughter at the msot likely disappointed face on Anthony's face, the reptilian Jedi paused and reached out to pick up one of the cupcakes. Popping the cake into his mouth whole, the Jedi barely had time to chew once before he froze.

Time and space seemed to stand still as the sweetness and the sheer perfection of the cupcake encompassed his senses. In his mind, the image of a field of cupcakes topped in different cremes expanded across the horizon. Cupcake mountains layed together with valleys of sprinkle sitting between them. For Raynor, life was forever changed. Looking up at Anthony's plate, the Jedi suddenly dropped his cup on the table, hoping that the loud noise would cause the Jedi to shut his eyes at the sudden loud noise. If so, he'd reach out to steal another cupcake.

Hiding the filched cupcake on the bench next to him, Raynor looked around nonchalantly before turning to Anthony to respond to the human's final question. " This one has been living in the Temple for three yearz after leaving Barab I. This one is usually hiding in either remedial classez to catch up to the other initiates or in the Fountain Room."

Shrugging, pushing away the embarrassment he had felt about taking classes with children when he's in his twenties, Raynor looked over at Anthony, "Do you go on missionz often?"

 

[D.C.]

'First of all, mate, there's not one girl out of my league,' Anthony said. He winked to Raynor. 'Secondly, those cupcakes are kriffing good, are they not?' He picked up one of the cakes and put the entire thing into his mouth, just like Raynor had done. Crumbs fell from the corners of his mouth, onto the table. He completely missed out that Raynor stole another cupcake.

'Three years, eh?' Tony went on, 'I've been here all my life. And yes, I go out on missions a lot. I get to use my saber in real life, scares off the thugs. It's really cool man. Wanna see my saber? Wait one.'

The blonde Padawan reached for the hilt clipped to his belt and held it out so that Raynor could see it.

'Pretty kriffing cool, eh? I built this one myself, as a part of my Jedi training. I like taking it apart and putting it back together, to try to upgrade it and stuff.' He put the weapon down onto the table and grabbed another cupcake. 'You know the seven forms, right? I practice Soresu. Which one do you practice, Ray? Hmm, lemme guess... Either... Shien or ... Yea, either Shien or Shii-Cho. I think Shien. Am I right?'

 

[Rom]

Rolling his eyes at Anthony's assurance of his desirability among the females of his species, Raynor popped a second cupcake into his mouth and savored the taste. "These are amazing."

Looking up as the other padawan took out his lightsaber, Raynor eagerly reached out a clawed hand towards the hilt, fighting the temptation to activate the blade and give it an experimental swing. Frowning at the bet of what form he practiced, the Padawan put the hilt back down on the table and tapped his right hand claws along the tray. "This one has yet to use a lightsaber... it'z been necessary for this one to work on his aggression issues before getting involved in combat training."

Shrugging, Raynor pulled the cortosis weave sword off of his back, laying the metal sheathed blade down on the table next to the lightsaber. "To answer your question though, my Master practices Soresu so this one imaginez he'll have to gain a familiarity with that... the form that would probably suit this one best though is Juyo." Grinning, the Barabel thumped his long tail down on the floor behind him and raised his wicked claws. "On Barab I, this one was known as the Claw of my clan because of my fierceness and unpredictable nature in battle. Sword, pistol, rifle, tail, and clawz equal a whirlwind of death. Juyo fits this one's unpredictable style and movement. Plus, the Archivez say that it's a form for Jedi with aggression to work it out in battle through the force and through their movementz without falling to the dark side."

 

[D.C.]

'Now that's cool,' Anthony said. 'If you want to, we could do some sparring some times. I'm not as good at Soresu as Adam, my master, but I do know my way around with the form.'

Tony grabbed his bread and some of the cheese. He put the cheese on the bread and cut it to two pieces with his knife. Then he put one of the pieces on the other and took a big bite of his bread. While chewing violently, crumbs flying all over the table, he asked: 'Ye got plans today, Ray?'

Anthony himself didn't have any plans, so maybe Ray and he could do something. Like, going into the city of Coruscant to see what's going on... or maybe do that sparring match... The possibilities were endless. But Tony longed to get out of the temple for a while. Of course he just got back from a mission with his master, but that didn't matter. He enjoyed adventuring throughout the galaxy more than staying within the thick temple walls after all.

 

[Rom]

Finishing off the last of his steak and digging into the huge pile of mashed potatoes and gravy, Raynor paused to think whether he had any responsibilities that day. Shrugging, the padawan looked over at Tony and said, "This one just planned to meditate and eat today. Both have been done, so now there is nothing this one really haz to do."

Cocking his head to the side, Raynor started to think out loud, assuming that by asking if he had plans Tony had wanted to do something. Lowering his voice to a loud murmur the other padawan the impression that he didn't realize he was vocalizing his thoughts "We could probably go down to CoCo Town or the Entertainment district if we leave the temple... or there's alwayz saber sparring... or watching Anthony fail at hiz strange hairless ape courtship rituals."

 

[D.C.]

'Strange hairless ape courtship rituals? You should abbreviate that to S.H.A.C.R., makes it easier. And it's a tad early to go to a bar to demonstrate my S.H.A.C.R., but we could go tonight. I'll show you some tricks the girls absolutely love. Have faith in me, young Padawan learner.' Anthony chortled.

'And... considering it's too early to go sparring, I recommend going into town. Who knows what we'll find, eh? I'll just change clothes before we go, cuz these Jedi robes are so... baggy. If it was entirely up to me, I'd ditch them and wear my own clothes inside the temple as well. But yea, y'know the masters. They want us to wear the traditional robes within the temple walls because we're Jedi and we should act and look like Jedi. Or something like that. Well, I'd say kriff that. My own clothes are much cooler. O, and I'll just put these cupcakes in a bag so we have something to eat when we're out there.'

He stood and looked over to the buffet. He was pretty sure they had some bags for sandwiches and the like, in case people wanted to take their food with them. After searching for a while he looked back to Ray and said: 'I'll be back in a second. I'll just fetch one of those bags, ok? Don't eat all the cupcakes!'

And he was off.

Anthony quickly strode over to the buffet and pushed aside a few younger Padawans who stood in line, waiting. 'Sorry, mates,' Tony muttered as he made his way up to the front. He was aware of the glares of the Padawans, but he didn't pay attention to that. He was kinda used to it... and they were used to him. He snatched two bags off the table and then made his way all the way back to the table where he left Raynor.

'Back,' he said, throwing the bags onto the table. 'So, you wanna go already, or do you want to eat some more? It's up to you, pal. O, and like I said, I wanna change clothes before we head out. Seriously, if you go out wearing Jedi stuff, everyone will look at you as if they see a ghost. I don't like that.'

Then he saw his saber on the table. He looked at the weapon with an expression that said, O, crap! Adam'd kill me if he saw I left my saber like that!, and quickly picked it up and clipped it to his belt again. Then he looked back to Raynor, as if nothing had happened. He considered himself lucky that Adam wasn't here...

 

[Rom]

The minute Anthony had turned away to go grab some bags was the minute two more cupcakes met their demise in two mouthfuls. Raynor couldn't help it, the baked goods were too sweet and delicious and unlike anything he had ever tasted in the twenty four years of his life. Looking around innocently as Anthony walked back with two bagged meals,Raynor simply nodded at the other padawan's words and pushed himself up off the bench, making sure to swing his sword up and around before letting go at the sudden quiet rattling of the sheath as it stuck firmly to the magnetized plate he had sewn into the back of his robes.

Dropping both of their trays into the disposal and cleaning units, Raynor turned to Anthony and said "Alright, so this one will meet you in the Great Hall in about a half hour?" Nodding in confirmation at the setting of their plan, the two padawan's walked down towards the apartments they shared with their masters, surprised to discover that they were only a few doors down from each other. Slipping into his room, Raynor briefly scribbled a note for Cnile to find and then got changed. He knew his leather curiass, gauntleta, greaves, and his Jedi boots were probably not the outfit Tony would find acceptable for a day on the town, but the metal studded leather armor was all the Barabel had. Sheathing his sword onto his belt, the reptilian Jedi paused only to grab the wallet that he slid into a belt compartment and his commlink before leaving the apartment. Checking the wall chrono, he saw that 15minutes had already gone by. Assuming Tony was as slow as most humans, Raynor assumed he was barely ready. Sissing in quiet laughter, he pressed the chime on the wall panel next to the other padawan's door and waited.

 

[D.C.]

Anthony was so glad he didn't share his room with Adam, but if he'd have to switch with Ray, so that he would get to share his room with Ray's master, he wouldn't mind at all. That's what the blonde Padawan thought when he entered his room.

He also thought that it was a funny coincidence Ray and he had their rooms so close to each other.

Tony closed the door behind him and stepped into his room. He literally tore off his long, brown Jedi cloak and tossed it aside. It landed between the couch and the television. Yes, he had a coat rack, but he didn't use it for his robe anymore. His good jacket hung on the coat rack, though, because that jacket was... good.

As he made his way to the bathroom, he first put the bag with the cupcakes down on the table, then he quickly unclipped his saber from his belt and did something with it Adam absolutely wouldn't approve of. He tossed the saber aside, just like he'd tossed aside his cloak. The weapon fell onto the couch and Tony'd already forgotten about it a moment later.

He headed on into the bathroom that went along with his room. He quickly got out of his Jedi clothes and grabbed some of his good clothes. He'd already taken a shower that morning, so he didn't think it was necessary to take another one. He simply got dressed in his clean clothes (white shirt; blue jeans; white shoes). He applied some deodorant under his armpits, so he'd smell good too.

When he was finally done, he walked back into the 'living room'. He simply used the Force to telekinetically pull his saber to his hand (he was simply to lazy to grab the weapon off the couch himself) and walked towards the door. He grabbed his jacket, put it on, tucked the saber in the special pocket so it'd be concealed, and finally stepped out of his room and bumped into Raynor who stood out there already.

'Wow! Second time this morning, mate,' Anthony joked as he patted Ray's shoulder. He quickly closed the door to his room and locked it. Of course, he didn't want anyone to get into his room if he wasn't there, and he didn't share his room with his master (thank god).

'Anyhow,' Tony said, 'let's just go into—hey, y'know what the kriff I just forgot!? The CUPCAKES!'

Anthony turned around again and unlocked the door. He quickly headed on into his apartment and ran over to the table on which he'd put the cupcakes. He pulled it to his hand with telekinesis, just like he'd pulled his saber to his hand, and then turned once again and stepped out of his apartment. This time, he locked the door for real and was ready to go.

'This, Ray,' Tony said, holding up the bag with his right hand and pointing to it with the index finger of his left, 'is the most important thing we have as of this moment, and it will be the most important thing in our lives until we've eaten it. And when we've eaten it, we'll have to go back to the mess hall to fetch some more of these awesomely delicious cupcakes. This, Ray, is even more important than the Force, for this truly binds us. Cupcakes are the best and I love them. You love them too, I know this. Everyone loves them, and so we gotta guard these 'lil babies with our lives, else someone'll come in and steal them! Got it, Ray? Never forget this lesson, your life might just depend on it.'

He lowered his arms and looked into the hallway up ahead. He pointed in front of him with his left hand and exclaimed: 'Forwards, soldier! To the zoo! Or the loo!'

And there he went; Tony Xall... and that guy... was supposed to be a Jedi...? Huh...?

 

[Rom]

Cocking his head to the side as he listened to the other Padawan's preaching, Raynor wasn't sure whether the human was actually being serious or whether it was all supposed to be a joke. Contemplatively eying the bag of cupcakes, the barabel decided that the sweet confections were good enough to worship anyway, the reptilian padawan bowed his head reverently and genuflected like the Corellian Jedi did whenever they mentioned that hell place before saying in a wheezing hiss "The cupcake knowz all. Bow to the superior tastocity of the cake. In the name of the sugar, and the batter, and the frosting, we two lowly Jedi humble ourselves before your power and majesty."

Hissing in laughter while thumping his tail down on the cooridor floor, Raynor roughly smacked Anthony's back and led the way to the Hanger, hoping to have the opportunity to drive whatever speeder they had available to rent rather than receiving a model with a driver droid. Walking down the hallway and looking out at the Jedi walking towards the apartment, Raynor sighed as initiates and even a few knights seemed to go out of their way to go around him "Is this one *really* that frightening looking?!" Snorting in disdain at a padawan that jumped at the sound of his low growls of agitation, Raynor muttered something about bite sized cowards as he passed and let out another few sisses of laughter as the young togrutan squeaked and took off down the hallway.

Stepping into the Hanger and breathing the smell of coolant and oil deep, Raynor grinned as he spotted one of the newer J-X11 speeders sitting in the small motorpool. Yelling "Dibz!" Raynor practically skipped to the speeder and accepted the ignition chit before hopping into the pilots seat. Turning to Anthony as he strapped himself into the webbing and activated the repulsorlifts, Raynor cocked his head to the left and asked "What iz a zoo?" before pealing out of the hanger, putting the speeder into a wide corkscrew to orient their direction towards the northern pole and dropped into the speeder lane.

 

[D.C.]

Anthony ran after Raynor and hopped into the speeder just in time, next to Raynor who sat on the driver's seat. Some Jedi Knights came into the hangar and saw the two Padawans in the speeder. They began to shout things like: 'Stop! Stop!!! That's our speeder! Hey!'

'Crap,' Tony said to Ray. 'I'll explain you about the zoo in a minute, just get going. Go, go, go! The Knights are coming!'

As they left the hangar, Anthony turned his head to look at the Knights and put his thumb up. He smiled a wide smile and then laughed out loud as he saw the Knights glaring at him and Ray.

'We'll tell Master Delenzik about this, Tony!! You won't get away with this!!' one of the Knights shouted.

Anthony ignored it and looked in front of himself again. 'A zoo, brother Ray, is a place where they have these cages and stuff, and they keep animals there. People can come there to look at the animals. It's really fun! There's one on Coruscant, somewhere downtown. Just follow the signs that say: "Coruscant Zoo". O, and don't forget! If anyone asks, we are the Honorable Knights of the Order of the Cupcake. Like you said, the cupcake knows all. So, let's abbreviate that to H.K.O.C..'

The Padawan chortled as they flew among the skyscrapers.

 

[Rom]

Looking at the human in what could only be described as a bloodthirsty glee-ful look, Raynor eagerly started to question Tony more about the zoo. "When iz the hunt day? How much does this one have to pay to be able to hunt the larger animals? Are they kept there for sport? What about trophiez? Does this one get to keep the pelt of the animal that iz killed?" Looking back at the sound of sirens, Raynor groaned in frustration as a traffic droid attempted to hail them off the speeder lane to write them a citation. Turning to Tony, Raynor cocked his head to the side and smirked before yelling to be heard over the wind "Well then, fellow Honorable Knight.... this one recommendz that you hang on!"

Reaching out with the Force to sense the intended movements and actions of the sentient pilots around him, the barabel suddenly pulled at the control yoke and sent the speeder down into oncoming traffic. Darting around the airspeeders zooming just past them, Raynor sissed in laughter as he pushed the agile craft into a wide corkscrew around a large senatorial shuttle, winking at the shocked face of a distinguished looking human as they rocketed around the other craft close enough to touch it. Turning back at the sound of a muffled explosion, the jedi padawan nearly cackled in glee as the pursuing traffic-bot was forced into the side of a building and burst into different pieces.

Pulling back into the correct traffic lane, Raynor watched the other padawan out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he would show any ill effect from the rather risky driving he had been doing. Grinning widely, fangs fully exposed, the barabel padawan sissed in laughter before confessing "Is it bad that this one tried that when I've only flown one real speeder outside of the Simz?"

 

[D.C.]

Tony laughed out kriffing loud. It was like a rollercoaster, but better. They flew past the other speeders and the looks on the faces of the other drivers just made Tony laugh even louder. Tears of joy fell from his eyes. He didn't think he'd ever meet another Padawan who was just like him.

This wild ride was just like that video game: Grand Theft Speeder.

'That's not bad at all! Dude, that was amazing!' he tried to say. Because he was laughing it sounded more like: 'That's-hahahaha no-hahaha bad at-hahahaha! Dude-wahahaha ... amazing ... hahahaha!!!'

'O... kriff...' he said. He buried his face in his hands, but just couldn't stop laughing. If only Adam saw them, he'd get so mad at them, and that comical image made Anthony laugh again.

'So...' he said when he got a hold of himself. 'Ok, Honorable Knight, here's the thing about the zoo. You can't kill any of the animals. If you do that, then the authorities will come and arrest you and throw you into jail or whatever. All you do in a zoo, is looking at the animals. You just watch them taking a shit inside their cages and you watch the males banging the females. Now, this might sound utterly boring, but I can assure it's kriffing funny.'

Then he thought of what they had done only moments ago. How the traffic-bot had crashed into the building. Anthony guessed that would be on holonet the next day and he burst out into laughter once again. 'If we keep this up, Ray!' he said, 'we'll be famous in no-time!'