Prompt: Anakin and Obi-Wan have a "guys night out." Coruscant, Naboo, or plant of authors choice will never be the same.

This actually takes place a few years after everything else I've written so far in the Custos universe. Luke and Leia are eight, it's been two years since Obi-Wan revealed himself. That doesn't matter too much, except it provides the perfect excuse for Obi-Wan and Anakin to be antsy and wanting to get away from Coruscant.

Anakin Skywalker- Darth Vader- smirked as he looked over at Obi-Wan Kenobi. The two of them were playing hooky from their official positions, taking a short break on Muunilinst. It was Padmé, in her official capacity as Empress, had told them to take a break, away from the pomp and circumstance of the official celebrations of five years of her rule.

Anakin would need to return soon, to fulfill his ceremonial role as the Emperor-Consort, but for now, he could take a break with his brother.

"The Drall," Obi-Wan said as he tilted his head to indicate the small group they had been watching.

"No, it's the Bothan," Anakin disagreed. He took a drink of his ale.

Obi-Wan just lifted an eyebrow. "Perhaps," he said. "But I'm sure it's the Drall."

Anakin shrugged and let it go. They were currently in disguise, just watching the beings in the dive bar they had found. Honestly, it was almost like old times.

Anakin smirked again. Well, except for the fact that if someone attacked them, they'd be lucky to escape with their lives.

Obi-Wan eyed him, probably following his thoughts. He opened his mouth to say something when someone plowed into their table and knocked their drinks over.

They both leaned back to avoid the Twi'lek's flailing limbs. "Such a wonderful place you've found us, little brother," Obi-Wan said.

"I'm taller than you," Anakin reminded him.

"And yet, still younger." Obi-Wan pushed the Twi'lek up and away from their table. "Your turn, I believe," he added.

Anakin was about to get up to get the next round when someone shoved him from behind. "Yer at our table," a low human voice growled.

Obi-Wan's eyes lit up as Anakin turned around slowly and stood up to his full height. He eyed the half dozen men and woman who were arrayed behind him. "I don't see any names on it," he said. "And we were here first."

The man in front laughed. "Oh, a tough guy!" he mocked. "And I bet you think you can take us all on."

Anakin could hear as Obi-Wan stood up. The music was dying as the band apparently realized there was going to be a fight. Anakin risked a quick glance around. Everyone was watching with the fascination most beings gave to speeder wrecks. And no one thought Obi-Wan and Anakin stood a chance. Wasn't everyone going to be surprised.

"Do you even know who I am?" the man demanded.

Anakin eyed him before dismissing him. "A jumped up piece of poodoo who thinks he's a big deal?" he asked. Behind him, Obi-Wan sighed, but Anakin could tell the other man wanted this fight as much as Anakin did. It would be too easy, but they needed to blow off some steam.

The man roared and charged at him, followed by his thugs. Anakin allowed one punch to land, before he started fighting back. Quickly, Obi-Wan shoved the table aside and they put themselves back to back.

The fight was too easy, but Anakin was in no hurry for it to end. Neither was Obi-Wan. They didn't add any power to their hits, and taunted the other fighters when they couldn't land any of their own.

The other fighters frustration and anger was wonderful and Vader soaked it up. Obi-Wan was doing the same thing, until finally, the fallen Jedi caught one of the punches aimed at his head, and twisted. The woman cried out in pain as her arm was broken.

That changed the fight almost immediately. Obi-Wan and Vader sped up and started taking out the other fighters with easy.

Finally, Vader caught the last fighter by the arm and flipped him over. "Stay down," he ordered, allowing just the barest hint of the Dark Side to leak into his voice.

Vader looked down at the six fighters on the floor. Five of them were dead.

Obi-Wan, who barely looked ruffled, was eyeing the frightened beings watching them.

"Let's go," Vader said.

Obi-Wan shrugged. "These were barely worth the time," he agreed.

They walked out of the bar, the fear and relief of the patrons following them out.

Obi-Wan smirked as he and Anakin strolled through the night. He closed his eyes for a moment as he soaked in the Dark feelings in this bad part of town. "We should do this more often," he said.

"With what time?" Anakin asked. "We're lucky my wife kicked us out."

Obi-Wan nodded. "True. But there's something about the…" he gestured, trying to find the words to what he was feeling.

"Yes," Vader agreed. "It's different, back home, where everyone knows who we are, and what we can do. But seeing confidence turn to fear that way is intoxicating, isn't it?"

Obi-Wan smiled. Behind them, someone screamed. Before, Obi-Wan would have tried to help whoever was screaming, but now, he just listened.

"Shall we?" Vader asked, gesturing to the building they had realized was a slaver's hideout earlier.

"A little mayhem is always a good idea," Obi-Wan agreed.

They slipped into the building and Obi-Wan smiled. A little mayhem indeed.

The slavers wouldn't even know what had killed them.

So, a Sith and fallen Jedi have a "guy's night out", and the planet is still intact at the end. I'm pretty sure the Force had to have intervened. (Probably put the slavers right there for Vader and Obi-Wan to take out.)