Omake: you've got mail.

Well, you asked for it.

Omake: you've got mail.

On the transport craft ferrying the Jedi and Senator back to Coruscant, a series of messages were being received from Coruscant as the events that morning made their way around the holo-net. Obi-Wan opened his message and after watching the attachment bellowed for his student to come to see it.

"ANIKIN, I think you should come to see this."

The student quickly came to see what was going on, followed by the Senator, also curious as to the reason for the noise.

"You yelled, Master?" Anikin's slightly sarcastic reply was tempered with a grin conveying mischievous amusement, as Obi-Wan usually used that tone of voice when he pulled a prank, and he KNEW that he had not done anything like that for a while, so it was bound to be about someone else.

Obi-Wan tapped out a few controls on his datapad, and the wall screen displayed the holo-file that was sent to him. The file played, with a music accompaniment showing Jar Jar gives three thug looking figures schooling with moves so smooth you could see it seem to match the flow of the music, as if he were dancing around the three, then the rise of the beat and the crescendo as the Gungan deflected a sniper shot and posed pointing and looking into the distance. At the bottom of the screen, the file name was displayed, which Anikin read out loud with a raised eyebrow.

"Naboo Senate Representative breaks it down?" Anikin looked at his teacher and his face expressed his desire to know what is going on.

"I just received this from someone I know on Coruscant, you know, the guy who makes those good noodles." At this Anikin nodded, remembering the meal he had in the out of the way diner. "Apparently this happened this morning on Coruscant, and has been making waves on the holo-net."

At this Padme gave a giggle as the video replayed and the Gungan had just posed again. "Oh, poor thing, you know he does not like the spotlight. Between this and the speech he gave, he will never live it down... no one will believe that's the same Gungan we first met years ago."

"Poor thing?" Obi-wan asked confused.

"Reporters." Senators Amidala's one-word reply told an entire tale with the tone of voice she used, as she had had more then she fills with nosy newshounds trying to get a story off of her over her years in the political spotlight.

"Better him, then us." Anikin quipped without thinking, drawing raised eyebrows from the two others in the room, when the three looked at each other then they started to chuckle among themselves.

"They have no idea what they are in for, do they." Obi-wan said about the reporters, a grin splitting his face, as he too had dealings with the busybodies on the city-planet.

"Nope." The butter would not melt in her mouth tone the senator said the word in, caused any hope of containing the laughter in the room to shatter as the three started to imagine the reactions the Gungan would give anyone trying to get a story out of.

The clones patrolling the hallways paused for a moment listening to the gales of laughter coming from the room and shrugged to each other, it must have been a funny joke, but they were on duty... though they would remember to ask about it when they got off shift.