"So I see..." the reanimated Qui-Gon said, nodding his head as Dande told him everything that had happened to her since his... umm... that "thing" happened to him.

"And so the nice Ho's took me in and cared for me in your absence. Obi-Wan has been most generous. He's a fine boy." Dande took her Mastah's arm and led him to the tower window.

"There he is now, with... well who *is* that?" The Head Wench pointed downward to where the General was walking with Emmy out to the parking area.

"I think that's Emmy," Qui-Gon replied, stroking the hair of his "little one".

"Oh, but that can't be Emmy! What *has* she done to herself?"

~~~~~~~~~

Down below, the General and a somewhat bedraggled Diva were about to head off campus. The General had decided that the offensive markings on Emmy's person needed removing and besides, he wanted to ride his--

"My motorcycle!" he exclaimed, halting instantly.

"What about your motorcycle?" Emmy asked as she nearly smacked into him.

"It's not here."

"It... isn't here?" meeped Emmy.

"Where's my motorcycle?" demanded the General.

"Ummmm..." The recently possessed Diva wracked her brain. "I don't know?" she offered up as an explanation.

The General fixed her with a Look, but before he could say anything more, the two were besieged by a small troupe of Ewoks. The over-sized teddy bears gathered around them, hugging at the General's legs. Behind them, the sound of a motorcycle engine could be heard. Emmy and the General both turned in time to see the Triumph fly over a low hedge. Landing roughly, it skidded across the ground, heading straight for them.

Emmy shrieked.

The Ewoks scattered.

The General held out his hand and the out-of-control vehicle came to a rest.

It's sole occupant rolled away from it, visibly unharmed.

"Who is that?" General Kenobi pointed to the girl? lying prone on the ground.

As Emmy studied the figure, she slowly began to move and with a slight groan, stood on wobbly legs. In a cracked Yoda voice, the figure began berating herself. "Control! Control! you must learn control!"

"DebLei!?" Emmy exclaimed in wonderment.

"Who?" echoed the General. He hadn't been this confused since Dande proved impervious to his advanced flirting.

"A transfer student... senior class, I think." Emmy filled him in. "Though... I haven't seen her since she came for a tour of the campus. And she didn't look like *this*!" The slightly deranged transfer student was dressed in a dirty gray robe and had attached mock-Yoda ears to her head.

As they spoke, Yoda!Deb was trying to get the motorcycle to start. The General strode forward, wrestling the bike from her hands.

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" the Yoda!Deb squeaked out, whacking him with her gimmer stick.

"It's MY bike," he informed her, giving her the Look.

DebLei paused in her attack of the Jedi long enough to look at him. "Hmmm... Obi-Wan... " she muttered in her Yoda voice. "Qui-Gon's defiance I sense in you. His rebellion you don't need." she hit him again with the stick.

The General threw Emmy an exasperated look. He was never again leaving the campus. Every time he did, something went wrong. Yanking the stick away from Yoda-Grrl, he grabbed her up in his arms and strode off towards the building.

"Where are you going?" Emmy called after him.

"I'm taking to her to Darry," the General pronounced.

~~~~~~~~~

Back in her tower, Dande sauntered up to the Mastah. Laying her delicate hand on his broad, muscular chest, she batted her eyelashes at him coyly. Qui-Gon responded by reaching out and tangling his long fingers in her hair and pulling her to him for a long-overdue kiss.