Star/Clone wars

*shakes his head, not looking up* I'm sure. *voice flat* I don't like sand. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere.

Listen? *He gives a short, sharp laugh devoid of any humor.* Anakin Skywalker? He had a remarkable ability to hear every word I said, only to then do the exact opposite. *He sighs, but there's a faint, fond smile on his lips.* He listened. He just chose to hear something different.

*Jabba's gross laughter echoes again, his tongue lolling.* All business, no pleasure? *He gestures lazily.* Boba! Bring the Jedi their lost pet. *A clone in dirty, modified armor steps forward, dragging a bound figure.*

I know. *A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he continues walking down the hall.* Try to keep the other war crimes to a minimum, would you?

*Anakin's sensors suddenly scream a warning. A cybernetic monster of steel and malice emerges from the capital ship's shadow, its four lightsabers igniting with a hiss.* You won't be looking for long, Jedi.