The Great Escape Take Two or How To Annoy a Jedi Master

by Jayde Amali

Rated: PG-13

Categories: Humour, POV

Series: Gawan Series

Summary: The Gawan's at it again.

Notes: Not beta'd. All mistakes are my mistakes.

//..// indicates telepathy

I woke up to a strong smell. I winced as I twitched my whiskers. It took me a moment to realise that the smell was coming from the kitchen. Some Master. He didn't even know how to cook properly.

I tried to scurry under the bedding to hide from the smell, but it seeped in after me. I chattered noisily and scratched at the cage, trying to get some attention. I half smirked as he came over to my cage and knelt down.

The cage top opened and a nutribar was slipped in. I heard a voice speaking to me. "There you go little one." A calloused finger rubbed my head before the cage closed up again.

I nibbled on the nutribar for a moment before yawning. I stretched out then hopped in my exercise wheel. After a nice run around the block, I jumped out and promptly started grooming myself.

My ears perked when I heard a popping sound. A moment later I smelled the faint acidic aroma of frying circuitry. I grinned. That damned telepathic inhibitor had finally given out.

//Whee! Hey sucker!//

Now that got a response. The Master Jedi dropped the spatula and turned to look at me slackjawed. I stood up on my hind legs.

//Yeah, you. The idiot who put that thing on here.//

I twitched my whiskers and grinned at him.

"I'm just imagining things."

"Master?"

//Hey, bozo with the braid.//

The Padawan Jedi stared at me a moment.

//Yeah, I mean you.//

"You aren't imagining things, Master." The Padawan Jedi drooped immediately. He knelt next to my cage and plucked the inhibitor off. "It short circuted somehow."

"Can you fix it?"

"I think so."

//Tell him to take cooking lessons. That stuff stinks!//

"Padawan, teach that rodent some manners as well, please?"

I couldn't help from falling over in little rodent giggles. This was too fun.

"He's just a rodent. He doesn't know any better."

The hole that the inhibitor had left was covered up before I even knew it. I snapped my rodent fingers and crawled into a corner.

//No fair.//

"Completely fair."

I scowled at the Master Jedi.

//You try being locked up in a cage each day of your life.//

I pulled my best pout on him, tears threatening to fall from my beady eyes.

"That won't work on me."

I crossed my forearms and glared at him.

"Oh fine, get the exercise ball. Let him roll around in that."

I squeaked happily as I was lifted out of my cage and placed in the ball. As soon as it was closed and put down, I took off in a line for the kitchen.

"And keep him out of here."

//Too late.//

I hit top speed and sped right into the kitchen. I collided with the Master Jedi's bare foot. I smirked as I heard his cry.

//Maybe next time you won't put that damned thing on my cage.//

My ball was picked up. "And just for that, you'll never get out of that cage again."

I hmpfed at him and tried to run in the ball to get away from him. I found myself carried over to my cage. The ball was opened and I was unceremoniously dumped inside.

//Bastard.//

The Master Jedi didn't respond. I sighed and looked over to the newly replaced telepathic inhibitor.

Sniffling, I threw myself down on my bedding and proceeded to throw the best fit of my life. Unfortunately, they weren't watching.

//Someday I'll get even for all this that you've done to me. I wanna go home!!//

END