"Our little problem had a bit of a blast, allowing us to get back to you, milady," Obi-Wan said. "Or was that a round of blasters, I should say?"
Fives had to bite the inside of his cheek at the bad joke from Kenobi of all people.
Qui-Gon sighed at the irreverent comment, and tried to draw himself back together from the Force hammering him over the head with something he could not permit to happen enough to aid the Queen. "We will be happy to assist you with that, Your Majesty, but now that the situation is under control, would You be kind enough to send someone to get Anakin, before he can get into trouble, or worry too much?"
"You left our General alone? And expect him not to already be in trouble?" Jesse muttered, keeping it relatively quiet. Kix's snort, plus Fives' cough and Echo's shake of the head did not go unnoticed, though.
Rex, on the other hand, shrewdly looked at Obi-Wan, and wondered just what the kriffing haran his general was actually going to look like.
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