The people gave him a wide berth, not used to seeing the revered Jedi Master out and among them. He smiled to them, casting glances at the women who smiled back. If three hundred years younger I were, a Forceful time I would show you. One ‘lady’ giggled and grinned at him, wondering if it would be worth it to tempt the Old Jedi. After all, those mind tricks had to make things interesting.

Turning a noisy corner he was almost trampled by three young Knights, just recently promoted. He recognized them on sight as Mace Windu, Qui-Gon Jinn and Rees Toth. Calling to them in his sternest voice, he said, "Going you are?"

At that they quickly came to a halt, standing ramrod straight. They turned in unison and bowed low. "Good evening Master Yoda," they intoned quietly.

"A fire there is?" he asked.

Jinn stepped forward a bit, doused in alcohol. "No master, we were just… late for the night meditations in the temple."

Yoda’s ear lowered a bit, which never boded well. "Too late you are already. Another excuse have you?" Jinn lowered his head and backed up.

Windu, his tunic stained and torn, stammered, "The restaurant where we were dining was… evacuated for a… coolant leak. We were running to get help."

The ear dropped a bit more. "The only ones running you are. Perhaps the only ones effected by the leak you are?" He turned to Toth. "An excuse have you?"

Toth’s eyes widened as he turned to his companions. They nodded to him with understood urgency. Toth cleared his throat, licked his swollen and bloodied lip and said softly, "Master, th-there was a fight…" His companions groaned and shot evil looks at him He turned and protested, "Like I’m supposed to lie to Master Yoda!!!"

"Rees…" Jinn started.

"You have the guts of a wamprat!" Windu stated low.

Yoda tapped his cane on the sidewalk, gaining their attention again. "The whole story I would like," he said, his tone brooking no argument.

Windu started, "It was like this…"

Mace, Qui-Gon and Rees needed to relax a bit. They hadn’t really celebrated their knighting and were looking forward to a night on the town. Mace decided they’d go to Diadem, a trendy little nightclub where they could relax, eat, and talk to beautiful women. He told them all to wear their best uniforms; chicks dig the uniforms. Strutting into the club, he found them a quiet table and called the waitress.

She came over quickly, wondering how she got so lucky to have 3 gorgeous Jedi Knights in her station.

"Hi, I’m Kimmie, and I’ll be serving you tonight." She emphasized ‘serving’ by leaning over to give them a lovely view down her blouse. Rubbing up against Mace, she whispered, "If you need me for… anything, just call me."

Mace smiled appreciatively. "Three Correllian ales for now, Kimmie." He caught her hand and kissed it lightly. "The anything will have to wait for later." She smiled and hurried off to get their drinks.

Rees, in awe, asked, "How do you do that?"

Mace smiled, leaning back. "It’s a gift."

Qui-Gon surveyed the room. "Good crowd tonight. Do you think…" he started.

"Stop worrying Qui-Gon," he stopped him. "It’s our night out on the town. We’re all leaving tomorrow for our first assignments, live a little."

"I have a bad feeling about this," Qui-Gon said ominously.

Kimmie came back with the drinks, setting them down gracefully. "These are on the house, compliments from the redhead and the blond at the bar." The trio turned and saw two lovely women smiling and blowing kisses to them. Mace raised his glass to them in silent salute. The women took this as encouragement and started walking to their table, hips swaying to the music on the dance floor.

"Mind if we join you?" the redhead whispered, snuggling up to Mace.

"Not at all," he said softly, draping his arm over her shoulders. The blond sat between Rees and Qui-Gon, placing a hand in each of their laps. "You don’t mind, my hands are a bit cold." Rees swallowed hard and awkwardly shook his head. Qui-Gon smiled noncommittally, slowly edging closer to her.

"I heard you Jedi train extensively, especially with…" The redhead leaned close to Mace’s ear, "your swords."

Qui-Gon cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice from breaking. No luck. "Yes," he squeaked. He coughed and tried again.

"I mean yes, we spend years…" the blond was stroking his leg…

"Ehm… perfecting various…" she was moving up his thigh…

"Sword techniques," he croaked as her fingers crept between his legs.

Rees’ eyelids lowered as the blond mirrored her actions on him. "That’s right," he stammered, "Qui-Gon is one of the finest swordsmen of our order."

The redhead giggled, then asked Mace, "What about you. Is he better than you?"

Mace chuckled. "I can’t really attest to Qui-Gon’s… talent, but I know how to handle my saber very well." The redhead giggled again and smiled knowingly.

Just then a large man came up to the table and grabbed Mace, tearing his tunic in the process. "Who do you Jedi think you are, hitting on my girlfriend!"

"The ladies joined us," Mace said casually, "not that I blame them."

The man was now furious. Qui-Gon attempted to diffuse the situation. "Now, sir, I’m sure we can discuss this…"

His dissertation was halted as the man threw his drink at Qui-Gon. "You Jedi think you can just come in here and take the place over," he spat. "You know what I think of that?"

Rees stood up then. "Sir if you would just…" his words were abruptly halted as the man’s fist made contact with his jaw. Rees snapped. "You slimy, filth-ridden…" he leapt over the table.

Mace stopped Rees with a glance. "Cool it Rees!" He then turned to the man. "You don’t want to hit anyone," he said smoothly, using the traditional mind trick.

"I don’t want to hit anyone," the man repeated vacantly.

"You just want to go to the bar," Mace continued.

"I just want to go to the bar." He turned and started for the bar. Mace winked at the redhead, who smiled seductively.

Mace turned to his companions, who looked at him in awe and just a bit of envy. "Gentlemen, let’s get back to the temple. Qui-Gon, you need to change, and Rees needs to put ice on that lip." With that, he kissed the redhead, then the blonde, who quickly deserted Rees and Qui-Gon, and then, beckoning his friends, sauntered out of the bar.

"And that’s what happened," Mace finished. Qui-Gon glared at his friend, while Rees’ mouth fell open in disbelief. Mace straightened his stance a bit and smiled.

"The truth you are telling?" Yoda asked. "Knock me over you attempted. Was the injury to Jedi Toth so serious?"

"Well, um..." Mace stammered. "There was this…"

"Silence." Yoda was not amused. He turned to Qui-Gon. "Is what he says true Qui-Gon?"

Qui-Gon glanced at Mace and shook his head. "Not exactly…"

Qui-Gon heard of this place from an acquaintance of his, so to celebrate their knighting, he invited his friends out for a nice dinner. It would be the last time he would see them for a while, having been assigned to a mission that would take him to the outer rim. The time out would help soothe their restlessness so they could focus on their respective missions.

They walked into the restaurant and were immediately shown a table. "Hi, I’m Kimmie, and I’ll be serving you tonight." She looked directly at Qui-Gon emphasizing the word ‘you.’ She smiled at Rees and Mace briefly then said to Qui-Gon, "If you need anything, just call me."

Qui-Gon maintained his serene smile. "Three Corellian ales for me and my friends, please." He gave her a look that made her heart flutter and she backed away, still staring at Qui-Gon and bumped into the bar.

Rees looked at him, laughing. "How do you do that?"

Mace smiled, raising his voice into a high falsetto. "It’s a gift."

Kimmie made her way back to the table, blushing and giggling. Setting the drinks on the table, she said, "These are compliments of the two ladies at the bar." The trio looked over and smiled wholeheartedly at the lovely blonde and redhead. Qui-Gon raised his glass to them in a silent toast.

Mace swigged his beer quickly. "I have a bad feeling about this."

The ladies made their way over to the table, the blonde sitting between Rees and Mace, the redhead curling up next to Qui-Gon. "So you’re real Jedis huh? No braids."

Qui-Gon smiled, taking the redhead’s hand and placing a light kiss on the inside of her wrist. "We’ve all just been knighted."

"Ooh," the blonde said, running her hands up both Rees’ and Mace’s leg. "So you really haven’t been broken in, have you?"

Rees’ face flushed scarlet. Mace attempted to clear his throat, unsuccessfully. "We…" he squeaked, then cleared his throat again. "We leave on our first missions tomorrow."

The redhead ran her finger lightly over Qui-Gon’s lip. "So tell me, is it true what they say about you Jedi, that you all play exquisite mind games together?"

Mace smiled, attempting to mirror Qui-Gon’s charm. "Our mind games are nothing compared to our sword training." He winked at the blonde, who just rolled her eyes before turning back to Qui-Gon.

Rees’ eyes widened at the inference. Qui-Gon chuckled at the sight. "Actually, all the mental exercises we use can be very… stimulating." He smiled at the blonde. "Perhaps later my friends and I could guide you through one."

Mace all but growled at Qui-Gon. "Who wants him in their mind when you can have me in your…"

SMACK! The redhead swung out, her fingertips still stinging. Mace rubbed his cheek, then sat back hard in the booth. The action bumped the table, knocking over Qui-Gon’s drink, spilling it all over him and the redhead. They jumped up, brushing as much of the ale off as they could. "I apologize for my friend," Qui-Gon said, glaring at Mace.

The redhead smiled up at him. "That’s all right, honey, but I have to get out of this dress." She reached for his cloak when another man stormed up to the table. A very large man, his fists balled for a fight. Grabbing Mace, the man tore his tunic while yelling, "What are you doing to my sisters?"

Mace yelled back in kind, "Your sisters hit on us. So I suggest you take a hike." The man growled then pulled his fist back just as Rees stood up. Mace ducked.

"Sir I’m sure there’s…" Rees started before catching the man’s fist in the mouth. Spitting blood, Rees lunged over the table. "You slimy filth-ridden…

"Enough Rees." Qui-Gon’s soothing voice sounded over the din. Rees halted his assault, still seething. Qui-Gon faced the man. "You don’t want to fight us."

"I don’t want to fight you," the man repeated.

"You want to go back to the bar and have another drink."

"I think I’ll have another drink."

"Have a pleasant evening."

The man waved and stumbled off to the bar. The ladies, thoroughly impressed, snuggled up next to Qui-Gon. "Can you do that to me?" the blonde asked prettily.

"I saw him first," the redhead said. "Me first, Jedi."

Qui-Gon took them both by the hand and kissed them gently. "Alas, my lovelies, my friend and I must bid you good evening. We all leave at first light." He called to Rees, who was awestruck by his gentlemanly presence, then to Mace who glared at him with envy and led them out of the club.

"And that’s what happened Master." Qui-gon finished smugly. Rees stared in disbelief while Mace’s eyes were close to falling out of his head.

Yoda’s ear lowered another notch. "Still explain it does not, why run me over you did." He raised his head waiting for an answer.

Qui-Gon stuttered, "Well Master, you have to understand…"

"Enough." Yoda turned to Rees. "Well?"

Rees glanced to his friends. They glared at him.

Rees, don’t.

I swear if you do...

Just pick a story and stick to it.

Whatever you do, don’t say anything about…

"I am waiting Jedi Toth." Yoda said quietly, cane tapping impatiently. Rees looked at his friends again. "Well Master, that’s not quite how it happened."

Wuss.

Kiss up.

What am I supposed to do, lie?

Unwise that would be, Jedi.

Rees stared at Master Yoda and swallowed hard. "Uh… well, there was this club..."

It would be their last night on Coruscant together for a long time. Mace said they needed to go out and celebrate their knighthood. Qui-Gon said he knew the perfect place. Rees shrugged. They were a bit more worldly then him, so he would trust their judgement.

Diadem was noisy, crowded, full of beings from all over the galaxy. Qui-Gon ushered them in with a smile. Mace scanned the room, overwhelmed by the variety of beautiful women. They strutted over to a corner table.

Their waitress toddled over on her high heels. "Hi, I’m Kimmie and I’ll be your… whoa!" She crashed head first into Rees, knocking him out of his chair. Helping him to his feet, she apologized profusely. "I am soooo sorry, it’smyfirstday andIwanttomakeagoodimpression becauseit’ssohardtogetajobonCoruscant andIreallylikeit hereandi’mreallysorry…"

Rees struggled back into his chair, lip busted open from the impact with the floor. Qui-Gon stopped her apologies with a wave of his hand. "That’s quite all right Kimmie. Would you please just bring us some Corellian ales?"

She nodded quickly. "Of course right away no prob I’ll be right back…" she said backing into another waitress.

Rees carefully wiped the blood from his mouth. Mace looked at him incredulously. "How do you do that?"

Qui-Gon handed Rees another bandage. "It’s a gift."

Kimmie was back, toddling over to the table with three mugs. Rees spotted her right off. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Relax, Rees, it’s our last real night on the town together," Mace protested.

Qui-Gon added, "We won’t get to do this for a long while."

Kimmie safely navigated the chairs and set down the tray. Passing out the drinks she said, "These are from the girls at the bar." All attempts to see their benefactresses were blocked by their server.

Mace clapped Qui-Gon’s shoulder. "Two minutes in the bar and already women sending us drinks. Life is good." They all lifted their glasses and drank deeply, turning to the bar. Qui-Gon was then showered with ale as Rees and Mace spit their drinks out in shock. "Gods no, please," Mace whispered.

"Uh guys, they're coming over," Rees said hunching down on the table.

Qui-Gon turned, "What are you two…"

RAOOROOAR!

They were wookies.

Rees soon found himself sandwiched between Mace and Qui-Gon as the two female wookies (one with red hair, one light brown) inched their chairs closer. The conversation was strange to say the least.

"RAOOROAR," the redhead asked.

Mace nodded nervously. "No really, Jedis take a vow of celibacy when they're knighted. Sex interferes with our connection with the living force. Right Qui-Gon?"

Qui-Gon agreed quickly. "Oh definitely. It’s important to stay connected." He shoved his chair against Rees as the blonde began feeling his leg.

"RAAOOAAR," the blonde growled sultrily.

Qui-gon shook his head. "I’m sorry miss, I can’t. It’s in the code: wisdom, knowledge, chastity, death. All there, no exceptions."

A third growl echoed across the room from a third wookie with dark hair and built like a rancor. The three men jumped to their feet. Mace was jabbering now as the wookie held him up by the tunic. "Sir I swear, we weren’t making moves on your wife and concubine!"

Rees started slowly making his way to the door. Mace caught the movement and quickly yelled, "It was his idea!" All eyes went to Rees.

Rees said under his breath, "You slimy, filth-ridden…" Then the chair went flying by.

No one knew who threw the first punch. All they did know is they were crouching under a table slowly making their way out of the bar. Rees glared at the two of them. "This went really well."

Qui-Gon growled back, "Sarcasm doesn’t become you Rees."

Mace hissed, "Would you two shut up so we can get the Sith out of here!"

And they crawled to the door, dodging glasses and feet and breaking furniture. They were almost out the door when someone growled. "RAOOROARORROR!!!"

They did what any good Jedi would do. They ran.

"And that’s what happened Master." Rees stole a glance at Mace and Qui-Gon, shrinking under their caustic glares.

Master Yoda shook his head. "Disappointed with you I am." He began walking down the street. "Come."

"Yes Master. We’re sorry Master," they intoned following him closely.

"Behavior unbecoming of a Jedi, this is."

"Yes master."

"Barroom brawls, Jedi do not instigate."

"No Master."

Yoda stopped in front of Diadem, knights in his wake.

"Barroom brawls, Jedis finish."

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction written in appreciation of Star Wars; to promote the franchise and to keep it alive. All characters and settings original to Star Wars are copyright to Lucasfilm, Ltd. The rest is copyright to the author.