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The speaker is a random OC Jedi character. I like to write in 1st person.
Aayla was a basket case. She was curled up in a fetal position in my big upholstered easy-chair, looking all senile and groaning like nothing anyone should ever hear. It was funny, yet so embarrassing.
Bly entered the bridge. He was very concerned.
"General Secura! Are you okay?" turning to me, he demanded, "What is her condition? We need to get her to a medbay now!"
I giggled nervously. "Calm down, Commander, she's perfectly natural." I bounced my eyebrows in Aayla's direction. "Aren't you, Aayla?"
In response, Aayla momentarily stopped writhing and looked up at Bly, annoyed. "I'm fine. I'm being assassinated, but I'm fine. Go away and don't come back for six to seven days."
"Sixty-seven days?"
"No, Six-TO-Seven days, helmet head."
Bly turned to me sharply.
"General Skate, you MUST tell me what she's talking about!"
"Yeesh, Bly, you're really riled up! You need to take a chill pill. No one's assassinating her…"
"Yes…it…IS! "Aayla groaned feebly.
"…okay, fine," I shot Aayla a withering look, "her uterus is assassinating her. No, she's not giving birth, although she acts like it. And that's all the explanation you're gonna get, clone-boy."
A random clone stepped over into the circle of awkwardness.
"Trust me, brother, you really don't want to know."
"How come HE knows, and I don't! Shab it!" Bly stormed off the bridge.