Why Anakin is No Longer Allowed to Mentor

5. Greetings, Meatbag

In an effort to get Anakin out of the spotlight for a while, Obi-Wan gave his friend a large chunk of Republic credits, and instructed him to go to one of the shops that sold droid parts and make a new one to occupy his time.

Considering the headaches he had of late dodging trash reporters who were after a possible scandal between him and the Supreme Chancellor, Anakin had agreed to the idea.

Two weeks later, Obi-Wan came to sincerely regret that suggestion, much less paying for it.

In Anakin's Apartment...

Padme looked at the odd droid head that Anakin had bought.

"Are you trying to replace 3PO?" she asked baffled.

According to the shop owner, the head in question belonged to a protocol droid. It was also the only one he could afford with the money Obi-Wan had given him, not to mention the only thing that looked remotely interesting.

"I swear I've seen this head before," said Anakin. "Either way it'll give me something to play around with until things die down."

Padme looked a tad guilty about that.

"Again, I am so sorry about that rumor."

"Oh I'm not made," Anakin assured her. "I needed a break, and this is a fun way to kill time."

For the next week Anakin patiently rebuilt the droid, with Artoo helping him. However the more he put it together, the more certain he was that he had seen this droid before in the Jedi Archives.

It was only when he powered it on that he realized why.

"Statement: Greetings, meatbag. I take it you are my new master?"

Anakin stared at the droid that was still partially assembled.

"...Did you just call me meatbag?"

"Statement: I am merely stating facts."

"What is your primary designation?" asked Anakin. Because he would swear he had seen this droid before.

"Statement: My creator designated me HK-47, master. He was not half bad, for a flawed meatbag."

Anakin had an 'Ah-ha!' moment the second he heard the name.

"What is your designated purpose?"

"My official designated purpose is a protocol droid."

"And your unofficial one?"

"Assassination droid."

Anakin's evil grin was quite a sight to see.

"Just out of curiosity, was your creator known as Master Revan?"

"Indeed."

"I knew I recognized you!" cackled Anakin.

"Query: recognized me?" said HK-47 almost hopeful.

Anakin was in a mood for untold chaos.

"There are still holovids of you in the Jedi Temple. Mostly buried, mind you, but it was still very impressive," said Anakin.

"And this brings you delight, Master?" asked HK.

"It also included your speech patterns," clarified Anakin. "Which means I can have fun loaning you to my wife and watching the fireworks from the net."

"I am confused."

"About what?"

"Why would loaning a droid of my renown bring you such dark amusement?"

"My wife is the senator for Naboo, and someone who disagrees with the current war against the Separatists. I'm just enjoying the fact you're about to cause untold chaos and havoc on the Senate simply by stating your opinions while I sit back and claim I can't do anything about it," clarified Anakin. "And that's before the Jedi Council finds what I stumbled upon by accident while doing what they told me for once."

HK-47 gave Anakin a very long look, for a droid.

"Statement: Something tells me you're going to be a more sensible master than the last idiot I was saddled with. I look forward to working with you."

"Likewise," said Anakin, cackling.

The look on Obi-Wan and Padme's face when they found out exactly WHAT Anakin had rebuilt was absolutely hilarious. The council's reaction, more so.