Queen Repunsidala
7 years after Attack of the Clones
SSJ V: Bla, bla, bla, we do not own Star Wars. Boba: No matter how much we feel that this should be a part of it.
SSJ V: This story is the product of Star Wars, sugar, and a homework assignment about writing our own fairy tales. Enjoy!
"Bored *thunk* bored *thunk* bored *thunk*." Repunsidala sighed, hitting her head against the wall one more time, maybe this time the wall would fall down.
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"Noooooooooo!" Anikin screamed. Kidnapped? Repunsidala? "Noooooooooooo! Noooooooo, Noooooooooooo."
"Calm down Anikin!" Obi Wan Kennobi interjected. "It's not like you were friggen married to her, jeeze. Anyway, pack your stuff, you're rescuing her."
"Me? What are you doing?" Anikin asked.
"Important Jedi business," Obi Wan replied, shoving his Boba Fett action figures and trading cards behind his back.
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"And I get, how many credits again?" The gruff but confident voice of an absurdly cool figure ominously positioned in front of the setting sun questioned, leaving only a silhouette for onlookers to recognize him by.
"100 000 credits," the King managed to stammer out, so completely in awe of this lone figure's powerful aura of coolness.
"Well, I could do that, but I may need a little more. incentive," the lone warrior prodded, making the King sweat in his nervousness. The total and complete calm of the stranger, even in a palace guarded as well as any military base, was unnerving!
Just then the King snapped under the pressure of the barely utilized manipulation ability of the stranger. "All right! 1,000, 000, 000 credits!" the King squealed.
"Done," replied the elusive hunter, and Boba Fett blasted off into the sunset.
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"OK, I'm on Naboo, where would Repunsidala be?" Anikin pondered to himself.
"I'm over here you nimrod!" a female voice called.
"Be quiet Repunsidala! Now, where would she be?" and he walked off in the opposite direction of the large tower in the middle of the field with the damsel in the single top window.
"Arg!" Annie whimpered as a pine-cone hit him in the head, and he fell down, curling himself into a fetal position and crying. "Wah ha. owie! My head's going to explode and it's all Obi-Wan' s fault! Aaa. (and so on and so on)."
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" Gr.. Great! Now I'm never going to be saved!" Repunsidala ranted.
*KABOOM!*
The determined hunter appeared through a great gap in the wall. He, using his supremely acute sense of direction and his unmatched sense of cunning and brilliance to follow almost no trails and leads to this secluded area of the tremendous landscape, to this one single point.
"Oh knight in shining armor, would you mind terribly picking up a guy who knocked himself out hyperventilating in the woods over yonder?"
"How about I don't," the mischievous bandit said, with an unseen smirk hidden behind his electric blue and sea green mask, with a perfect amount of tint on the visor, and a matching set of body armor to project a great awareness of coolness on all of those who looked upon him. Yes, Boba Fett was the zenith of cool in its moment.
"How about if I paid you 1000 credits?" she asked dully.
With that, the solo fighter flew into the brush, and with the up most of skill, and extracted a nerd with a lightsaber. The apex of bounty hunters then collected his cash, returned the girl, collected more cash, and is now more stinking rich than Bill Gates.
And They All Lived Happily Ever After, (Until They All Died Awful, Horrible, Gruesome Deaths).
SSJ V: Bla, bla, bla, we do not own Star Wars. Boba: No matter how much we feel that this should be a part of it.
SSJ V: This story is the product of Star Wars, sugar, and a homework assignment about writing our own fairy tales. Enjoy!
"Bored *thunk* bored *thunk* bored *thunk*." Repunsidala sighed, hitting her head against the wall one more time, maybe this time the wall would fall down.
***********************************************************************
"Noooooooooo!" Anikin screamed. Kidnapped? Repunsidala? "Noooooooooooo! Noooooooo, Noooooooooooo."
"Calm down Anikin!" Obi Wan Kennobi interjected. "It's not like you were friggen married to her, jeeze. Anyway, pack your stuff, you're rescuing her."
"Me? What are you doing?" Anikin asked.
"Important Jedi business," Obi Wan replied, shoving his Boba Fett action figures and trading cards behind his back.
**************************************************************
"And I get, how many credits again?" The gruff but confident voice of an absurdly cool figure ominously positioned in front of the setting sun questioned, leaving only a silhouette for onlookers to recognize him by.
"100 000 credits," the King managed to stammer out, so completely in awe of this lone figure's powerful aura of coolness.
"Well, I could do that, but I may need a little more. incentive," the lone warrior prodded, making the King sweat in his nervousness. The total and complete calm of the stranger, even in a palace guarded as well as any military base, was unnerving!
Just then the King snapped under the pressure of the barely utilized manipulation ability of the stranger. "All right! 1,000, 000, 000 credits!" the King squealed.
"Done," replied the elusive hunter, and Boba Fett blasted off into the sunset.
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"OK, I'm on Naboo, where would Repunsidala be?" Anikin pondered to himself.
"I'm over here you nimrod!" a female voice called.
"Be quiet Repunsidala! Now, where would she be?" and he walked off in the opposite direction of the large tower in the middle of the field with the damsel in the single top window.
"Arg!" Annie whimpered as a pine-cone hit him in the head, and he fell down, curling himself into a fetal position and crying. "Wah ha. owie! My head's going to explode and it's all Obi-Wan' s fault! Aaa. (and so on and so on)."
*****************************************************************
" Gr.. Great! Now I'm never going to be saved!" Repunsidala ranted.
*KABOOM!*
The determined hunter appeared through a great gap in the wall. He, using his supremely acute sense of direction and his unmatched sense of cunning and brilliance to follow almost no trails and leads to this secluded area of the tremendous landscape, to this one single point.
"Oh knight in shining armor, would you mind terribly picking up a guy who knocked himself out hyperventilating in the woods over yonder?"
"How about I don't," the mischievous bandit said, with an unseen smirk hidden behind his electric blue and sea green mask, with a perfect amount of tint on the visor, and a matching set of body armor to project a great awareness of coolness on all of those who looked upon him. Yes, Boba Fett was the zenith of cool in its moment.
"How about if I paid you 1000 credits?" she asked dully.
With that, the solo fighter flew into the brush, and with the up most of skill, and extracted a nerd with a lightsaber. The apex of bounty hunters then collected his cash, returned the girl, collected more cash, and is now more stinking rich than Bill Gates.
And They All Lived Happily Ever After, (Until They All Died Awful, Horrible, Gruesome Deaths).