A Star Wars Christmas...

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   Anakin groaned, shimmying on the bright red sweater. The material was surprisingly soft, but he sure wasn't going to admit it to his padawan. For once, Obi Wan looked slightly uncomfortable--what had first turned as a happy, festive Ahsoka had morphed into a rolling boulder of a Christmas obsessed, sparkling monster. Ahsoka, downing another cup of egg nog, slammed the control pad of the ship until R2 beeped in protest. "COME ON! Why is this taking so long!" Obi Wan flinched, a spark of electricity zapping off of the broken button she had caused.

"Patience, little one...You've been stressed since we have begun this trip!"

    Ahsoka reeled around in her chair, glaring at Anakin as he shifted the sweater. "It jingles..." he murmured, caught off track that the sweater had bells. What sweater has bells? He shook his head, and gave a silent agreement through a look at Obi Wan to not say anything until the red and green clothed Tortuga finished her crazy list. 

"I have gotten presents for everybody, including you Skyguy...But I have few others, so...so just stick with me here."

"Do I have a choice?" Anakin slumped in his chair and blew at his still stiff hair. It annoyed him knowing that something so perfect could be ruined--it was as if his life had little meaning. Ahsoka, on the other hand, had other things to worry about than her miserable master and the even more miserable, lit up Jedi. (I mean, they're all Jedi, but Obi Wan was lit up. Literally.)

   "No. Neither of you do." The ship faltered to the side a little, and she slammed a few buttons as it struggled to land. The egg nog in her cup sloshed on the floor, though she paid little mind to it. "Here we are boys!" Cascading down the steps, she ran out the door off into the distance. Obi Wan held his stomach, feeling the failed breakfast she had made for them earlier climb up his throat. 

"I have a bad feeling about this..."