Monday, September 25, 2006

The Smell of Brownies

I found out today that Barriss is missing from the Temple. How I found out was very odd. I was sitting in the Infirmary and I began to smell brownies. Not your average brownies, these were Qui-Gon brownies I smelt.

It was faint at first, but as I followed it, it got stronger. I ended up in Barriss' quarters, and there it was like stepping into a kitchen. Hot, warm, and mouth watering. Of course, Anakin had beat me there. I wont make a joke about his nose. I could but I won't.

"Take it you smell that, too?" he asked as I walked in.

"Yeah, odd smell to come from in here." I wondered if he recognized the particular type of brownies we smelled.

"Qui-Gon," he muttered.

Quick back note: on Tatooine when Qui-Gon found Anakin, after the pod race he made those special brownies for everyone. You never forget the smell of them, trust me. Very unique.

Barriss’ room didn't look slept in, much less lived in. It was very neat, tidy. Anakin wandered around, not touching anything, but looking. "I get the impression she hasn't been here for awhile," he said. "I'm going to go see if I can locate Erifa."

I nodded and watched him go. The smell of brownies intensified after he left. I usually don’t go around talking to myself but I whispered, "Qui-Gon?"

"Depends on your point of view," a voice whispered back. I sensed the reply before it came but it still startled me. He was, after all, dead. To be honest, I nearly came out of my boots.

If you have never seen a Force ghost, you had no idea. They glow blue and you can see right through them. Unnerving to some people, Jedi or not, and my nerves were already on edge because of you know who.

"She isn't here, little one," Qui-Gon told me.

I completely forgot about Barriss for a second, I was surprised to see him. "Is that why you are here?"

"That and because of you." I waited. He stared at me. "Oh, you want me to go on?"

I blinked. "Uh... yes?"

"This Darth Vader, stay away from him, you'll wish you hadn't"

"Why? Other than obvious reasons," I asked.

"Just trust me on that. And keep an eye on Anakin. A close one," he answered, very seriously. "You really want to do that."

"I do that anyway," I said. Well, I do!

"Not what I mean, but it will do for now. As for Barriss, mourning moon."

"Mourning moon?" I knotted my brows. "What does that mean?"

"I can't tell you," he answered.

I waved a hand. "That doesn't help!"

"It does, if you think on it."

"Are you taking classes from Master Yoda on riddles in the afterlife?" But I smiled. Same old Qui-Gon.

He smiled then looked to the door. "Anakin is coming back. Don't tell him we spoke, he is not ready."

"And I am?"

"More than you know," he replied and disappeared.

Whatever that means. Anakin came back in and paused, sniffing the air. "I don't smell it anymore." I didn’t say anything. "What’s up with that expression?"

"Just thinking."

Anakin smirked. "Looks like you’re having a hard time doing it."

"Shut up, Skywalker."

He laughed then got serious. "Erifa is gone."

I looked at him. "What does 'mourning moon' mean?"

Anakin rubbed his neck. I love it when he does that. "I have no clue. Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

"Then why ask?"


He shrugged. "Sorry. I’ll go see what I can find out. If Barriss left the Temple, someone must have seen her leave. I'll let you know."

He left again and I went to the Archives. I research but I need to know what 'mourning moon' means. That is where I am right now.

Unfortualy I keep getting distracted by holos about Darth Vader. He decided to post last night.

I spent the rest of the night in the Infirmary the night of the party. I know you wonder why. Well, Darth is a Sith Lord from ten years in the future, and well, he's just evil. Really evil, so I hear.

Not the kinda guy you want giving you roses. I think I should follow Qui-Gon's advice on that situation.

And why would I care to see him fixing his lightsaber?

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He must own a really cheap saber! LOL!

(Note from author: I didn't make this picture but props to whoever did. LMAO!)
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Party Crasher

Becca and myself were sitting in the bar, a bit bored. The party was all right, but not lively enough. So we order around of drinks and started talking. We discussing the odd people at this party.

"And I thought the nightclubs in city had the oddest people," I said to her, taking a drink.

"I don't know," Becca replied, "I've met some pretty odd people traveling with Erifia. But there are so many different races here... I don't know, its like... The melting pot of the universe."

A man with six eyes passed us, eyeing us with all six of them. "Now that is just creepy."

"I don't know... At least you know one set of eyes is looking at yours... " Becca smiled and took a sip of her drink.

I spied Anakin with Padme. "I guess he found what he was looking for. Oh, did you see Obi-Wan being chased by those girls?" I started laughing.

"No. I missed it," Becca said with obvious distaste for the name, 'Obi-Wan'.

I rolled my eyes. "He didn't know what to do. You think Ewoks or something was attacking him. I think they went after Ani first."

"I don't know about all of that, I've been relaxing all day, enjoying vacation away from Erifia and her Tauntaun."

"Oh, yeah. Much better here than stuck in the Temple," I said. "I need another drink. You want one? Or two?"

"No thanks... I think I'll stick with Shirley Temples... I don't like alcohol, it makes... I don't know... It confuses me," she said as I stood up.

I was coming back from bar with a tray of drinks when it started. Something was going on outside the entrance. Security was running out of nowhere, there was shouting, and few screams. I could hear laser blasts and the familiar hum of a lightsaber.

First though? Anakin has decided to slaughter a poor Tusken that happen to join the party.Second thought? Grievous crashed the party and Anakin was slaughtering him. I was WAY off.

I sat the tray down and walked out of the bar area. I got half way there before I sensed whom it was causing the mayhem. I rolled my eyes in my head and slapped my forehead.

There in his impressive, asthmatic glory was Darth Vader.

I cast a look around; Anakin was itching to pull his saber out. I could tell, but Padme was standing there. Obi-Wan, surrounded by a pack of goggling girls looked as if he was ready to go as well. So, I got to thinking, I could just stand there and watch or go stop this mess before it's really ugly.

Why was he even there anyway? This party wasn't his style, not that I would know his style, mind you. One can just tell. I mean, really, does he strike you as a party guy? I didn't think so. So, I just stood there, watching the security as they were tossed around. (Note; no one hurt during the making of this scene.) One of them landed at my feet. He looks up at me, angrily.

"You could help here!" he cried.

I shrugged. "You were the one who insisted I leave my lightsaber at the door."

"Well, use the Force for something!" he whines.

"Against that?" I pointed to Darth. "Out matched, out Forced."

"Bloody worthless Jedi!" The guy spits and jumps up.

Ok, that ticked me off. How rude! Fine, I would do something. I placed my fingers on my lips and let out a sharp, loud whistle. "Hey, knock it off!" I shouted to Darth. He whips around and drops the guard he was holding to the floor. Everyone freezes.

Pointing at me with his finger, he shouts, "You! Woman, I don't have time to talk to you now!"

“Yes, I can see you're busy," I said sarcastically. I moved closer, dodging the next guard to take a outbound flight.

"So am I, woman." Darth fired back as he yet up another charging guard and tossed him at my feet.

I jumped over the poor fool and stepped as close I was going to get. "Stop doing that! Take a chill!" I asked a guard, who was, lucky to still be standing, what was going on.

"He wanted in, refused to give up his weapon. And refused to have that suit checked for other weapons," the little guy told me. "He went nuts when we told him without a search he wasn’t coming in."

"Just what do you think he's hiding in there anyway?" I raised my hand, "Never mind don’t answer that."

Darth grabs a guy with a Force choke, and here comes the Intergalactic Superstar and Obi-Wan, lightsabers out. I grabbed Darth's arm. This was about to really nasty.

"Take your hand off me, woman!" he hisses.

"Let the nice man go and tell me why you're here and we'll straighten this mess up," I suggested, doing my Obi-Wan 'lets talk this over' act.

"I'm here to see you!" Darth snarls.

I was dumb founded. "All this to see me?"

"YES!" Plop! Guard falls. Was I supposed to think that was sweet or really disturbing? The jury is still out on that verdict. But I said, "Uh, ok. Then you stop fling people and we go outside." The whole time I'm waving Obi-Wan and Anakin back just out Darth's range of vision.

The whole room goes still again. He looks at me, then Anakin, then back to me, then to Obi-Wan, then back to me again, then back to the crowd of guards.

"Forget it!" he hisses and jerks away, stomping off, right out the doors. What was the point of that? I didn't get to think on it, because he came storming right back and shoves something at me and stomps away again.

Oh, this can't be good, can it? Ever seen a Jedi have a panic attack? Well, I have because I had one. Becca had to rent a ship just to take me back to the Temple. I ended up in the Infirmary with Barriss who thought I had lost a marble or two. I think I did. Anyone finds those please send them to me AASP. I am going to need them.

I'm going to go hide in the closet again after turning off this console, puling the wires out of the wall.

What did he hand me? EEK! A red rose! *runs and hides*

Oh! Here is the picture that supposed to go with the previous post. Better late than never! Can we say MEOW?

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(Note from author: Erifia will hitting the airwaves again Thursday at 2 p.m. eastern time! Our own Barriss is to be blog spotlight of the week! Click to listen Rock on, Firewalker!)
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Monday, September 18, 2006

Sneaking To The Party

It was a clever plan, but Anakin always has one up his robe somewhere. But it didn't go as planned.

I snuck on the transport Ani told me he and Obi were using to go Sky City. It's not very big and the only place I hide was in refresher, in a locker. The things I do to have a little fun. *rolls eyes* Talk about cramped. It was not fun.

I nearly died when Obi-Wan came in. Thank the Force his back was to me, cause hearing it was enough. Not something you want to see a Jedi Master doing, trust me. It took all the restraint I could muster not to laugh.

After an hour of several people coming in when Anakin came in, that was it.

"You are NOT using this refresher, Skywalker!" I said, popping out just as the door closed. He nearly jumped out of his boots. You gota be a good stalker to sneak up on the Chosen One! LMAO!

"Sith Spit! Don't do that!" he almost yelled. "Of all the places to hide!"

I shrugged. "This ship is as small as fighter! There isn't anywhere else! Besides Becca is in the only empty crate."

Anakin busted out laughing. "At least you have a view!"

I popped his arm. "Not funny. Not one bit! Obi-Wan was in here! Ewww!" It was then I noticed his clothes and hair. "What in the galaxy are you wearing?"

“Clothes,” he said sarcastically. "You like?"

Let me try to not have a fangirl moment here. OK, I’m ok now.

I nodded really slowly. "Yeah. The hair... is different too."

Would you believe I was so fluttered I forgot to take a picture?

"Two hours and two bottles of hair gel," Anakin said, then changed the subject. "We should be there in fifteen minutes or so."

"Good, keep Obi-Wan out of here," I said. "I really can't go through that again."

"I would told him it was broken if I had known you in here."

"No, you wouldn't have." And we know I speak the truth.

He laughed. "You're right, I wouldn't have." See?

He left and I went back in locker. A little while later we landed. I came out after everyone was gone and found Becca and we left the ship.

More coming...

(Note from author: there was supposed to be a picture with this post but my pc was going nuts on me and the picture I was working did NOT want to work right! Tell me why Ankain's head just doesnt want to fit on Hayden's body? something about that is just not right... lol!)
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Monday, September 11, 2006

Date With Darth Part Two

Here is part two. Sit back and don't drink or eat anything while reading.

We finally get into Dex's. I walk in with hulking monster behind me, and very eye in the place stares. Dex is smirking at me. I swear I'm never speaking to him again. Okay, I lied, I will.

He had reserved us a table in the back. Thank the Force for that. I could hide.

A waitress comes over and I order a drink, Jawa Juice, and a big one. A really big one. Darth orders the same, then sits there, staring. At least, I think he was staring, hard to tell with that helmet on.

"I want that negative back," he finally said.

"I'm not talking about that tonight, Darth," I told him.

"You will give it me."

"No, I won’t."

"I'll pop- "

I gave him a very nasty look. "My head. That's getting old."

"Woman- "

"Shut up!" I said angrily. "Or I'll leave!"

"I don't care!"

"Fine!" I got up.

Now here's the strange part. He grabs my arm. "Sit down!"

"Why?" I asked.

"I said so!" he said.

"By the Force, you are worse than Anakin after eating chocolate!" I cried.

"You're making a scene, woman! Now sit down!" Darth shouts.

"Make me, you bully!" I shouted back.

He stood up. I sat down. What can I say? Darth is seven feet tall to my five/four, and very loud.

The waitress comes back and I gulped down half of Jaw Juice before Darth could get his straw out. Then he seemed to be having trouble getting it in one of the holes of his mask so he could drink.

I'm a nice person, so I helped him. I reached over and shoved it in. I kinda heard him say ouch. It got stuck! Not my fault.

I grabbed a menu and pretended to read it. Slurp, slurp, slurp. Out comes the straw and he burps. I almost giggled.

"How do you eat wearing that, if I may ask?" I had to know.

"Blender," he muttered. "And a larger straw."

I shouldn't have asked. Time to change the subject. I peeked over the menu. "So, tell me about yourself. Real name, age, why you're so grumpy all the time?”

"I'm not grumpy, I'm a Sith."

"How did you know that picture was of Dooku?" I inquired.

Darth says nothing for a few seconds. "I've seen it before."


No reply. Next question. "Why did you enter the contest?" No reply. Moving on. "How’s therapy going?"

"You ask to many question, Jedi," Darth said shortly. "1, 2, 3, 4- " BANG! He slams his fist on the table.

"Goodness, you have a temper! I'm not going to sit here and not talk. I don't know anything about you. I'm just making conversation," I told him.

"You know enough," was his reply.

"No, I do not."

"Yes, you do!"

Here we go again. Now I'm thinking, if I can excuse myself and climb out the bathroom window, I can get back to the Temple before he knows I'm gone. I was just about to do that when the waitress comes back and asks, snapping her chewing gum, if there was a problem.

Darth stares at her. Snap, snap, chomp, chomp. "You look like a Bantha chewing grass,' Darth muttered. She was chewing so hard she didn't hear him and asked what we wanted.

"One of everything," Darth replies.

"Excuse me, dear? I didn't catch that," the waitress chomps at him.

"I said, one of everything. Don't make me say it again!" he shouts. "And bring me a blender!"

You can imagine my surprise. I stared at Darth. "One of everything?"

"I'm hungry."

Sorry, Jaba that is going to be one heck of a bill. Don't blame me.

The food started coming, plate by plate. I nibbled on this and that and watched Darth blend up his food and drink it. Disturbing, I tell you, but not a gross as I thought it would be. I have seen Anakin eat bugs, so I can handle this.

It was kinda cute watching him stuff fries in his facemask, and suck them in. Did I just say that? EEK!

Anyway, he doesn't say anything for a long time, just eats. Darth isn't so bad as long as he can't talk. He floated food to my plate, which was nice of him. Kept my drink filled too.

I don't know why I did it. I really don't. I flicked a fry at him. He froze, stared at me and flicked it back. With no expression at all, I lifted another and tossed it at his head.

Never start a food fight with a Sith Lord in a black suit. You can't win. Didn't stop me from trying, although.

We made a really big mess. I had things in my hair I can't spell. When the Bantha ribs came at me, it got ugly. Mashed potato on his helmet is hilarious, I don't care who you are!

I think we gave Dex a heart attack!

The only reason it stopped was the pie. I smashed the pie in his face. He clogged up and started coughing. "Oh, pudu!" I cried and tried to remove the mess so he could breathe. The only way to get it out was to stick my hand, I have small hands, up under his mask and push it out.

"Sorry," I said and waited for him to get mad. He didn't. Instead, he hit me in the face the rest of the pie.

I was cleaning off my face when someone marches up to the table.

"Lord Vader, excuse- " I looked up to see Tak standing there, his mouth falling to the floor at the sight of Darth covered in food.

"What?" Darth shouted. Tak can only stare from Darth to me and back again. Darth crosses his arm and casually flicks potato off his arm. "Sometime today would be nice!"

"Uh, yes, sir! Lord Sidious is requesting your presence, Lord Vader," Tak finally manages to say.

"Well, I’m busy!"

"Yes, sir!" Tak answers and waits. "What do I tell him, sir?"

Darth tapped his fingers together. "Tell him to fly a kite to the Death Star! I don't care! Go away!" he shouted in a child like way.

It creeps me out how sometimes he reminds me of Anakin. And right then he sounded a lot like a nine year old Anakin Skywalker.

Tak leaves but not before he leans over and whispers, "20,000 credits if you can make him laugh," before he walks away.

"At least you didn't toss a chair at him this time," I said to Darth was Tak walked off, smiling.

"Oh yeah, forgot." Up goes a chair and it flies at Tak, knocking him over.

And then Darth laughs, really letting it out. Tak could hear it, and I made the signal to 'show me the credits'. He was pouting under his helmet as he got up and left, I know it.

So, the date was pretty much over after that. Darth took me back to the Temple and this time stayed put in his ship. I stood outside of it. Awakard momnent here.

"You aren't half bad for a Jedi," he muttered.

"You aren't half bad for a Sith Lord," I replied.

We said good night and he left.

Oh, and Tak was right! Darth does smell like English Leather and baked ham! LMAO!

End note: Sorry about that huge bill, Jaba, and the bill for the Dex sent you for cleaning up the place. LMAO!
posted by Unknown at 10:02 PM, | 9 Holos Received
Saturday, September 09, 2006

An intermission

Seeing how Darth is being slow about getting his frist part of our 'date' up, I figured I would insert a small intermisson here for your silly viewing fun. And to let him know that I did send that negitve of him and the bear formally know as Mr. Snuggles by Space Mail this morning. You sould get it very soon.

Only reason I did this was becasue he didn't try to kill me. Or 'pop my head' on our date.

The Truth About Darth Vader

I knew he wasn't human!

Nanner, nanner, Darth!
posted by Unknown at 4:32 PM, | 8 Holos Received
Thursday, September 07, 2006

My Date With Darth Part One

As much a I dreaded this, I got ready for my... date with Darth. Jaba insisted I get all purrtied up. I refused to wear a dress but I did get a nice pantsuit, so I was a 'purrtied up' as a Jedi Knight can get.

I left my quarters and made my way down to the main hall. When I got down there, there was a ruckus outside the Temple doors. Knights kept running out the doors, a few of them coming back in flying, literally. One flew over my head; I ducked.

"What the- " I started to say then it hits me. "Oh!" I run out the doors and Darth is on the top step fighting off about 20 Jedi Knights. I had told him NOT to come to the doors, and that if he did it would be ugly. I was right.

He was holding them off, tossing them around like toys, quite easily. I was impressed, especially when Anakin went flying by. The Chosen One landed on his booty, and boy, was he mad about that!

It took me all of twenty minutes to stop all the commotion. First, I had to tackle Anakin. *giggles* Then I called off the others. Darth just stands there, saber lit, taunting them in this irratating way.

"Can I plug his respirator with mud?" Anakin muttered.

"After I get back, yes," I told him. "Let me get through this and you can do whatever you like."

"Good to know," Anakin said. "Make sure you give him a hug." At my expression he grinned. "Then slide your saber in his ribs... if you can find them."

I rolled my eyes and walked over to Darth. "Please tell me you didn't come to pick me up on a scooter."

"Hardly," he muttered, and waved his hand behind him. There was a strange looking starfighter hovering on the street.

"What the heck is that?"

"A tie-fighter," he muttered, through breaths. "Get in."

"Well, open the darn cockpit door!" I snapped.

"You got hands, open it yourself, woman!" he snapped back.

After I got into his tie-fighter, I realized that this thing is so small it's not even funny. How does he even fit in here, I wondered. I mean his head takes up most of the space and both us are supposed to fit in here?

The only thing I could do was get on my knees and hold on the back of his seat. Nice, a real ladies man here. Can't even pick up a chick in a decent ride.

When Darth pulled on the throttle, I went flying backwards, rolling over and slamming into the back of the tiny craft. I still don't know how there was room for me to do that, but I did. When I got up, or back to my knees, I slapped the back of his helmet.

"Who taught you to fly?" I spat hotly. He made a sound that sounded like a chuckle. I slapped him again. "Not funny!"

"Stop hitting me, woman!"

I slapped him again. "I have a name and it's not woman!"

"Dark Jedi Krisssssssssss," he said like a snake.

Eek! Didn't like the sound of that at all. "Never mind, just call me woman."

Now in this tiny cockpit, his breathing echoes. Seriously, it does. It started to irritate me, and I began to drum my fingers on the back of his seat. It should have took five minutes to get to Dex's and for some reason he was taking the long way around. The longer it took, the harder I tapped.

"Stop that!" he shouted.

"Stop what?" I asked.


"That, what?"

He reaches back and slammed his hand on top of mine. "THAT!"

"OUCH!" I cried. That wasn't a fleshly hand that just slammed on mine, but durasteel!. "Bloody Mustafar! You are such a creep!"

"I am not a creep, Jedi," he hissed.

"You pick me up in a box, flip me over my head, and try to break my fingers all in less than ten minutes! What do you think that makes you?" I told him hotly.

"Nice. I could do worse."

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Kill me now!"

"I can do that too!"

I was thankful, very thankful to finally reach Dex's.

This was going to be fun. I could just tell. Can't you?

Part Two coming to a holo tranmitter near you very soon.
posted by Unknown at 11:42 AM, | 10 Holos Received
Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Yeah, I'm Thrilled

I'm so going to get me a Hutt name Jaba. He made me a prize in his contest. Which was fine till the winner was announced. EEKKK! The overbearing, annoying, loud breathing, give me my picture or I'll pop your head, Darth Vader!

Leave it to a picture of Count Dooku to ruin a good mood.

Can you tell I'm stressing here?

I was thrilled that Jaba thought I was good prize, but then again he thought Anakin was too. Is that a bad thing? *snerks*

I won't get me started about Anakin. He has done nothing but tease me about this. He got me so mad I wanted to smash his *beep*ing face in!

I tried everything to get out of this date. I commed Jaba and told him there was no way I could go. Jedi don't date, I told him. It didn't work. So, I tried to tell him what a nut job Darth was. That didn't work. Then I told him I would take my "LMAO" and shove it up his Hutt nose! *shakes head* That didn't work because he liked that idea too much.

Almost had him when I told him I had pictures of him he did not want on the HoloNet. "Depends on whata ya got," he says. I showed him. What do I get? He snorts! "That don’t bother me none."

I'm out of options... unless I lock myself in the Jedi Temple and never come out.

I mean really, who would want to go on a date with a half machine that drives a mopad?

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*sigh* Ok, I give. Comm me, Darth, so we can pick a date. Maybe twenty years after you're dead?
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Friday, September 01, 2006

How I Got The Name 'Dark Jedi Kriss'

A few people have inquired of me as to how I came to get my name. It started as joke because as a youngling I had different ideas about certain things.

When we making our first lightsabers in class, I really didn't like any of the colored power crystals were had as Jedi to chose from. Green, blue, purple, maybe, if you were lucky yellow. I built mine but left the crystal out. I did however use a blue one to test it, to make sure it worked. It did.

But what to do about the power crystal, I wondered. I remember I sat there staring at it and thinking... I like red. But see, red sabers are trademark of the Sith and not something a Jedi uses.

I don't think we should be defined like that. It is only a color.

I hunted around where the Master's kept the stones, searching for a red crystal. Not a single one was could be found.

Anakin walked in on me while I was digging around, snuck right up on me and scared me to death. I wasn't supposed to be in here and he thought it would be cute to scare me. He wouldn't have been able to do that if I had not been so distracted. I nearly ripped his Padawan braid off his head.

"What are you doing?" he asked me and I told him. "Are you nuts?"

"No, I'm not," I replied. "I thought you of all people would support this."

"I do but why would you want to do this?"

I smiled. "Why not?"

"Well, you're not going to find one in here," Anakin said, with a sly look.

That got my attention. I stared at him. "Do you know where one is?"

Have you ever seen that look Anakin gets when he is about to do something naughty?

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"Yeah, I do," he starts to say. "We could both get into a lot of trouble."

Have you ever seen the look I get when I'm about to do something naughty? *naughty grin*

"So what? Won't be the first or the last time," I shot back.

He crossed his arms. "It's where the stone is that make you change your mind."

"I doubt it," I said.

That sly look gets slyer. "It would be funny to see Master Yoda's face when you show him." A pause. "Okay, come on, I'll show you."

So off we went, sneaking through the Temple till we came to Master Obi-Wan's quarters. Anakin opens the door and waves me in after making sure Obi-Wan wasn't inside. He goes over to a footlocker and start rummaging around inside it.

With gusto, he pulls out two-charred pieces of a double lightsaber. "This was Darth Maul's. Remember him?" Unscrewing one the pieces, Anakin let a red crystal drop in his hand. "Tada!"

He tossed to me and slipped in to my saber and ignited it. Perfect and so me.

"You're still going to be toast, D.J. You did NOT get that from me," he said.

I gave him a confused look. "What did you just call me?"

"Dark Jedi. D.J. It suits you, I think."

That's how it started. After the ruckus I caused in class the next day when we presented our sabers to Master Yoda, the name stuck. Barriss added the 'K' later; at least I think it was her.

Anyway, I walked up to Yoda and handed him my saber. He looked it over, nodding. "Well done it is. Balance good, weight perfect." Then he flips the switch.

Everyone the room stepped back. It was hilarious, with all the ooohs and aaahs. I could sense Anakin trying ever so hard not to laugh. So was I.

Yoda nearly dropped my saber he was so shocked. Not easy to shock Yoda. "Get this where did you?"

"I found it."

He eyed me with that expression. "Your idea of a joke this is, Padawan Kriss?"

"No, Master. It is the color I chose," I told him. Well, it was!

"Have this you can not!" And off he went on the lecture on why. On and on and on, getting more and more irritated as he went. "Make anther you will! See this again I do not!"

I still have it and I use it too. Not when a Master is around, gets them very upset. As you can see from my picture I carry a blue one as well. As far as I know, Obi-Wan never noticed the missing crystal. Even to this day.

Like I said the name stuck, even more after I started my training as field photographer and later as I became press photographer for the Jedi Order.

Mostly because of things like this:

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Anakin posed for this right after he was denied Mastership again. Poor Ani.
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