A Star Wars Christmas...

It's Almost the End...(of the Jedi, sorry....) Just Kidding.

        (*whispers* But really...) 

                 Ahsoka's head whirled as she began to blink several times, her fingers curling into what felt like soft carpet. Blurry colors flashed around her as she struggled to at least get up on her knees, hands flailing around for some sense of support. A loud thumping noise of bass filled her ears, and she shook her head frantically. Where am I again? Why does it smell like...cake? The scent awoke her suddenly. The scene surrounding her was certainly more disturbing than her dream.

                 Anakin, blindfolded, stumbling around with a lightsaber, swatting it around madly at what looked like some stuffed, toy version of a Rancor. "Come on, you stupid, drooling pest!" Ahsoka fell back down on her behind as he whirled the weapon around madly, Obi Wan preventing from bursting into laughter as he moved it far from her Master's reach.

And what was up with Obi Wan's get up?

            On his head was a bright, pink Clone trooper helmet. Though he still wore his sweater, unique and horrifying as it was, there were smears of icing tracing all possible areas that were not already covered with bells and tinsels. A long scarf dangled loosely from the helmet, wobbling every time he jumped around.

          Whatever was going on between Plo Koon and Mace was undetermined, though the words they were screaming at the top of their lungs seemed vaguely like "Oh Christmas Tree." Cartons of egg nog lay in peculiar places, spilling their sweet goodness all over the floor. Lux was too busy running around with a blaster in his hand, shooting blindly towards the shivering droid that evaded the angered Senator. Ahsoka's voice wobbled.

"Um, guys? What happened here?!?!"

             No one answered, the end of her yelled question fading as she watched C3PO rattle furiously, a plate of cookies in his hand. "And then I told her that I was not her maid, just because she was a princess didn't mean I'd go out protecting her Romeo!" He turned his head towards her, his eyes flashing on and off. "Brunettes can be such divas sometimes...I understand she is royalty, but dear heavens! Also...why Padme, hm? It looks like Pad and me. Just cause she has a little special thing above that 'e' and she's the Queen of the universe..." Ahsoka scooted away, eyes widening.

       "CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE THE INSIDE OF AN OVEN!?" Her voice was drowned out by the ever so booming songs from several speakers.

Yoda, sitting in the middle of the room,  meditated in complete silence. A small Santa hat perched awkwardly over his drooping ears.

This was going to be a long night.