The tranquility of the Jedi Council's temporary home was abruptly shattered as the lights flickered and died, plunging the house into darkness. A collective murmur of surprise swept through the rooms, quickly followed by a chorus of sighs.

Obi-Wan stood in the middle of the kitchen, mid-bite of his dinner, as the soft hum of the overhead lights was replaced by an unsettling silence. "Well, that's not ideal," he remarked dryly, the faint glow of his lightsaber illuminating the table where remnants of dinner lay scattered.

Mace Windu, who had been seated in the adjacent room, stood up and waved his hand. "Let's not panic. We can handle this." His voice carried the confidence that had earned him respect, but even he couldn't hide the uncertainty in his eyes.

Yoda, however, seemed unfazed. "Darkness, a good time for meditation, yes," he said, settling down on the floor in a cross-legged position, his eyes closed, as if inviting the darkness to enhance his focus.

You, Anakin, tried to correct Artoo but because it suddenly got dark I got a little electrocuted, "Ah-!" your moan of pain.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Be careful." He couldn't but worry about his former Padawan.

"You could trip over a chair, for one," Ki-Adi-Mundi added, trying to suppress a chuckle as he carefully navigated his way to the center of the room, his own lightsaber ignited, he is teasing Plo-Koon. Plo-Koon shook his head as he tried to figure out how to turn on the light.

"Kriff!" Ahsoka almost fell in the toilet, luckily, Luminara Undili helps Ahsoka with the force, "Almost, Padawan." said the Master, Ahsoka smiled shyly.

They all realized a lot was happening in one second, well, this was going to be messy.