"Alright Spike, let's go over the list again!" Twilight exclaimed, only to hear her assistant chirp in response. It was midday in Coruscant, the Temple bustling with activity of all sorts. From the Clone Troopers generously assigned by the Republic to protect and defend the Jedi Temple and all it contains to the Jedi Masters and their pupils training and researching as if oblivious to the current wartime status. In her room, the newly christened Jedi Master was having droid problems in her personal chambers. Turning around, she looked at her robotic companion and sighed in exasperation. "Is your voice modulator malfunctioning again?"

CHIRP BLOOP BEEP

Reaching into one of her pockets, she pulled out a handheld Plasma Welder and motioned for her assistant to come closer. "How many times do I have to tell you not to eat shiny rocks?! It messes with your modulator!" Pressing a button on the side of the head module, SP-K3's side claws retracted to reveal a now open panel, containing his voice modulator and Ion Fuser for starship repair, as well as a Micro Furnace. When she first built Spike and saw his fiery malfunction with messages, she adopted it into an idea for a defense mechanism. Unlike most droids of it's class, SP-K3 had a hardened shell triple reinforced with Carbonite to handle the intense heat that it's unique defense mechanism gave off.

After a few spot welds from the Fuser, the repair job seemed to leave a satisfied look on Twilight's face. "Is that better?" She asked, hopeful that the quick repair worked.

"Yeah, lots! Thanks Twilight." The droid's voice sounded childlike, almost innocent. It was just as the Jedi who built him intended. Somehow, it gave the droid a bit more humanity. It made her feel like she had a little brother.

Brother...

That word put her at unease. She didn't have a brother, but- it still felt wrong to say it. Shaking her head, she focused on the task at hand. "Okay since your modulator is fixed again, we should go over the list."

"Alright! Loading it now;" With a few whirs, the projector on Spike's head flickered to life and produced a holographic list titled "FUTURE PUPILS".

On it, the list had several names:

FUTURE PUPILS
-Fluttershy
-Applejack
-Rarity
-Rainbow Dash
-Pinkie Pie

"Okay, do you know where they are located? I need to make some final preparations, then meet them there."

Whirring his head back and forth, SP-K3 said "I have no idea, Twilight. I looked in recent records, but it doesn't say where they are. Wait, here comes a message from Master Celestia." Once again, his projector hummed to life, and began playing the holographic message. After a quick burst of flames of course. "Sorry Twilight! Even with my software upgrades, I still can't help it!"

"It's alright, Spike. Continue playing the message." Nodding in affirmation, he resumed the message.

With a brief flicker of static, the holographic visage of Master Celestia appeared, bowing in respect to the newly appointed Master. "Greetings, Twilight. I have no doubt that you have noticed the altered records which currently do not show the whereabouts of your new pupils. It is because the Council wishes to make your assignment anonymous. There are... rumors present that pose risk to your pupils, and the Jedi Council as well as a few members of the Senate do not want to take the risk of your discovery. These many Padawan all in one place could be a terrible bargaining chip for the Separatists..."

"Wait, it's already day one and my pupils, who I haven't met, are in DANGER?!" Twilight began Hyperventilating, the first symptom indicating she was about to enter her infamous "Panic Mode"; A mode that her robotic assistant is all too familiar with. Shutting off the message briefly, he held Twilight's arms with his claws, and began to gently shake her. "Snap out of it, Twilight! You remember what happened last time you freaked out over nothing, don't you?!"

That seemed to do the trick. Taking a few long and deep breaths, Twilight calmed down. "Okay, I'm calm. Whew, that was a close call!" She wiped off the sweat she didn't know she had from her brows. "I wanna hear the rest of the message."

Whirring up his projector, for the last time he hoped, the rest of the message played. "... The Council decided to disguise their numbers amongst the thousands of Clone Troopers stationed aboard the Gambit, a Republic Attack Cruiser. Your number one astromech was given coordinates to the cruiser's current location. Your Delta-7 is waiting in the docking bay, fully fueled. May the Force be with you, Twilight." The message faded, leaving nothing but silence, until Spike spoke up.

"I have the coordinates ready and waiting, Twilight. Just tell me when you're ready!" Turning, the droid saw a shocked Twilight, silently mumbling to herself.

"My very own Delta-7..."

"What was that?" Spike leaned in, bringing one of his claws closer to his microphone hoping to funnel the sound better towards it.

"MY VERY OWN DELTA-7!!!!"

"GAH!" Spike fell on his metallic back, being surprised so suddenly.

"Sorry!" Waving her hand, she manipulated the Force to lift her assistant back onto his wheel tracks. "It's just, Delta-7's are one of the most, if not THE MOST exclusive Starfighter that a Jedi could have!"

"It's just a ship. What's so special about it?" asked Spike innocently.

"What's so special about it? WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT IT?! Only members of the Jedi Council own them! They made them so fast and reactive, that only Jedi could pilot them!"

She grabbed her mechanical assistant by the sides and bore her gaze into his head module. "THAT'S how special they are!" Suddenly pushing him away, she exclaimed "I've been dying to see one up close, and they gave me my own! Think of all the things I could learn by stripping it down to it's core and... What?"

Spike glared at her the only way an astromech could- by shaking its head, putting its claws to its side in a way that made it look like he had hips to dig them into. "You kinda need it to get to your new pupils, or did you suddenly forget that?"

"Hehe, right!" Twilight blushed.

Meanwhile, thousands of parsecs away, her students were all sitting aboard the Gambit's docking bay, being questioned by one of the Clones...

"I'll ask only one time," A helmeted Trooper with blue accents adorned on his almost pristine armor asked, Blaster Rifle aimed at them. "Who are you, and what are doing on this ship?!" The safety was clicked off. "Last chance."

"Um, w-we're the Padawan Learners s-sent by the Jedi Council to be t-t-trained out here, um with our n-n-new Master?" One of them spoke up, with a timid tone. She had a light pink mane of hair, and a cream yellow Jedi training robe with the same light pink color accents as her hair on. She was shivering and looked scared half to death. One slight motion would've made her jump it looked like, and the rifle trained on her wasn't helping.

"All of you?! Under one Jedi Master? That can't be right!" Two blaster Pistols were now trained on them in addition to the other Trooper's Rifle. This one's armor was different however. Instead of the blue accent, this one's was red, and there was no helmet worn. The armor looked scarred and the paint worn, most likely from heavy combat. "There's almost always been only one Padawan per Master! The odds of our ship holding 5 under the training of one Master Jedi?! Impossible!"

"Of course, silly! Buuuuut, we're not! I even planned a patent pending Pinkie Pie Party just for the occasion!" The new voice's owner was vastly different from the previous one's. She had a bubblegum pink shade of hair, and her training robes were a brighter pink, with yellow accents. Pulling out a holocube, the new voice turned it on to display the proposed party. Surprisingly, it was very accurate to the scene before her. It even included the troopers aiming their weapons at the group. The only thing different was the vast amounts of streamers, balloons, and even a few Cannons it seems.

"Are those cannons?" the trooper in blue asked, only to receive an excited grin and nod from the girl holding the holocube.

"YOU BROUGHT WEAPONS ABOARD THIS SHIP?!" The red exclaimed, now priming his pistols to full capacity.

"Ahem" The third girl stepped up. Like the first, she had a beautiful mane of hair, the only thing different was the royal purple color as well as the great care obviously given to it. Her robe was white with light purple accents. "She doesn't have any cannons in any of our manifests. Believe me, I checked ten times before heading out!" Fluttering her eyelashes at both troopers, she began to use her feminine wiles. "Now, would you strong, brave Clones please help us unpack?" Stepping closer to the blue one, she began tracing the side of his arm with her finger. "After all, it wouldn't do any good to let us poor, defenseless young girls stay here, frightened by those Big Guns of yours!"

They both lowered their rifles...

Only to handcuff all five of them and throw them in the brig, declaring that all the property onboard "is now considered evidence, and any and all of its contents will be under close watch from all the troops and officers aboard."

"Great goin', Rarity! Now not only do we not have any of our things, but now we're also considered criminals! If you would've just left out our message from Master Celestia like I told you instead of packing it, we wouldn't even be in this mess!" The girl that spoke had blonde braided hair, and her training robes were tinted a cream orange, with red accents.

"Well it's not my fault I didn't know we were supposed to keep it out! I just assumed it was a formality, Applejack!" The purple haired girl from earlier exclaimed, glaring at the blonde haired Jedi. "And who's brilliant idea was it to let Fluttershy speak for us?" She pointed to the light pink haired shy one that first spoke to the troopers. "She can barely stop herself from flinching when she sees her own shadow!"

"Hey! Don't you talk about my friend like that!" The last girl spoke up. She had short hair with each color of the rainbow adorning it. Her robes were baby blue with dark blue accents. "We shouldn't even be here in the first place, so blaming my friend for these knuckleheads drawing their guns on us isn't necessary!"

"If we followed your plan, we would've been thrown out the nearest airlock, Rainbow Dash!" Pinkie spoke up.

The five Padawan Learners began bickering and arguing amongst each other for what seemed like hours...

Back at the Jedi Temple Docking Bay...

"There it is, Spike!!!" Twilight pointed to the Delta-7. It was painted a stylish Purple, with pink accents, fitting the streaks of color in her hair. It was currently being fueled by a Clone Mechanic. Approaching, the mechanic stopped what he was doing, and addressed the Jedi the ship belonged to. "She's in tip-top shape and ready to take you wherever you want to go! I even made sure she was calibrated right. Here-" he pulled out a state-of-the-art Kremlin Starship Repair Kit. Only Clones were allowed to carry them. "Me and the boys all pooled together our credits to get you this." He handed the kit to Twilight. "You saved us so much time with those little mechanical shortcuts you've shown us over the years, that we decided to get you this to remember us by!"

"I-I don't know what to say, Gearbox!" Clone M3970 was nicknamed that because of his fascination with any and all gearboxes that came across him. Twilight always helped him and his comrades with any and all mechanical problems they were having.

"Aw, you don't have to say anything! Consider it a parting gift. I don't think we'll be seeing a whole lot of each other, now that you're a Jedi Master and all!"

She hugged him. "Thank you, Gearbox. I won't forget what you've done for me." With that, they both parted ways, and she sat in the pilot seat of her new Delta-7. Her robotic assistant was soon to follow, activating his thrusters to hop into the Astromech Housing Unit.

"Are you ready, Spike?" With the push of a button, the monitors thrummed to life and Twilight grabbed hold of the thruster controls.

"Ready as my programming will let me be!" The droid's voice spoke through the ear piece Twilight put on. She smiled back. "Good to hear it, Spike!"

"Okay, let's see." Gazing over the control panel, Twilight searched for the Primer switch for the thrusters. "Aha!" Flicking a red switch, the thrusters of the Delta-7 hummed to life. After the thrusters warmed up, Twilight maneuvered the ship slightly, and knocked down a pile of nearby crates full of cargo. "Blast it! When the books I read said the maneuverability of these things was sensitive, they weren't kidding!"

With more care this time, Twilight maneuvered the Starship to the exit, retracting the landing gear. "Okay, Spike. We need to dock outside orbit with our Hyperdrive Boosters. It should be in those sets of coordinates Master Celestia gave you."

"Yep, got em' right here! You want me to take you there?" She nodded in affirmation. With the droid now piloting towards the Booster, Twilight had time to think about what her Padawan Learners are like. "Hey Spike..."

"What is it, Twilight? You wanna try flying the rest of the way there?" Spike asked.

"No, you're fine. I'm just wondering what we should expect from these pupils I'm supposed to train." She explained.

"Huh. Haven't given much thought to it, if I'm being honest. I hope they like droids, that's all I can say!" That seemed to earn a chuckle from Twilight.

"hehe, I'm sure they'll love you Spike! I'm not so sure about me though..."

"Don't worry about it, Twilight! If they like me, they're certainly gonna like you!"

"I hope so... Anyway, it looks like we reached the Boosters. Go ahead and dock, then we can head for the Gambit." Twilight said.

Doing so, the droid docked the ship, and began to warm the Booster's engines up. Within a few moments, the ship warped out towards the Gambit.

"5,4,3,2,1... and we're here!" Coming out of Warp Speed, their ship stopped just a few parsecs away from the Gambit. It was a Massive ship, towering over the Delta-7 by no small amount. "You alright, Twilight?" You look a little... green."

Feeling woozy and about to puke, she croaked out "I'm fine, Spike!" to her number one astromech. After regaining her composure, she was suddenly hailed by the acting captain of the Gambit.

"Halt. This is the Republic vessel codenamed Gambit. State your intent." The captain wasn't a Clone like she was expecting. Instead, it was a tall and well built man with a slight moustache and shaved head. "This is Captain Boros, and if you don't comply, I'm gonna wreck you like a Dark Souls Boss!"

"Huh? Anyways, I'm Jedi Master Twilight, sent from Master Celestia to begin my tutelage for five young Padawan aboard your ship. I was told they already arrived. Is this true?" Giving a suspicious glare at Twilight, Captain Boros asked for proper ID. "We detained five young girls earlier, due to not having proper Identification."

"Oh, of course. My astromech is transmitting the missive now." Doing as instructed, the small droid transmitted the message Celestia sent him to show Twilight, hopefully clearing up any misunderstanding the Captain might've had.

"I see. Well, you're here. Just don't start any campaigns without asking me first, got it? I wanna join in!" He abruptly cut the message off, sending two fighter escorts to lead her to the docking bay.

A few hours later, in the brig...

The five girls were still bickering amongst each other when the Ray shields blocking them from leaving the cells deactivated. What happened next was astonishing. A very angry Twilight Sparkle manipulated the force to keep all of them still, and hovered them to the docking bay. Only then did she release them and took their lightsabers before they did something else rash. They were silent, and should be, considering what transpired. No one uttered a sound. None, except for Twilight, still mad at her new pupils. "My Quarters. Now."

They knew they were in trouble, and scurried off quicker than a wamp rat on Tatooine. As far as they were concerned, they were going home, after Twilight had seen...

Author's Note

Hey, so i'm totally looking for fanart of Celestia in Jedi Robes, to give the readers the gist of what she looks like. Oh, and all the Mane 6 too. If you know any good artists that are up to it, please let me know!

Also, what an intense chapter!!! Took me a while, but I did it!!! If you have any criticisms, I'd love to hear them!