Bingo

It was the annual Bingo showdown for the geriatric members of the Jedi Order. Council members Kreia, Vrook, Vandar, and Dorak were at their own table, sectioned off from the rest of the group.

"B7," the caller yelled into the microphone.

Some groaned, some cheered quietly and clicks were heard as their tokens hit the board, and others remained silent and true to the Jedi Code of no emotions. Dorak and Vandar paid little mind to the game, ensconsed in an argument about the recent Sith War. Well, recent by their standards, ancient history to the Padawans. Vrook was glaring at Kreia, who seemed to have unnatural luck this evening.

"N22."

The old hag shot out of her seat with fist in the air. "Bingo!" she cackled gleefully.

If looks could kill, Kreia would have been dead before the whole word was out. Vrook's glare increased tenfold.

"You seem to be very lucky tonight, Kreia," Dorak congratulated her.

"We all know there is no luck, there is only the Force," Vrook muttered irritably.

"Now now, Master Vrook, don't be a sore loser," admonished the miniscule Master Vandar.

"She's won fifteen times tonight!" Vrook raved, earning several amused and embarrassed glances from the other tables due to his angry outburst. "How is that anything but suspicious!"

"Please push the randomizer now."

The collective group pushed the button at the tops of their boards. The numbers rearranged themselves. Vrook resolved to keep a careful eye on the mixer from which the numbers were pulled. A Forceful eye, both on the numbers and the witchy Master.

As the caller reached into the mixer, Kreia made a subtle movement with her hand. A single ball rose above the rest and was drawn by the caller.

"G35."

Kreia cackled and dropped her token into place. Vrook's fist slammed into the table, driving the muted conversations into silence.

"I knew it, she cheated!" he roared. "She's been manipulating the whole night!"

"A grave offense this is," the dwarfish master sighed.

"She must be put on trial!" Dorak exclaimed.

After much deliberating, the rest of the Council was gathered in the Council chamber, along with Jedi Zhar. Kreia stood in the center, awaiting judgement.

"For the most heinous crime of cheating in Bingo," Master Vandar's gravelly voice rang through the chamber.

"The Council hereby exiles you from the Order," Master Dorak concluded.

"You will be stripped of your rank and cast into the Outer Rim," Vrook said, succeeding in concealing his glee.

"Jedi Zhar," the diminuitive master addressed the Twi'lek. "You will be taking the Exile's place on the Council. You will complete Padawan Revan's training."

The newly ranked Twi'lek master nearly jumped for joy, his lekku quivering with excitement. "This is such an honor!"

Vrook turned his glare to Zhar, for such a show of emotion was beneath one of the Council. "Just don't screw it up."