The following story is a Powerpuff Girls fanfiction.
Usual disclaimers. I don't own the PPG. The story contains a parody of a Star Wars character and I don't own anything from Star Wars either.
THE BOUNTY HUNTER
Chapter One
The space craft slowed as it approached earth. Its pilot could barely steer because he was checking virtually every piece of equipment he had to make sure it was working properly. Things rarely went wrong, but if something did-. He didn't even want think about it. And because he didn't want to think about it he did constantly.
He began to orbit the world. Earth was just barely legal to visit. The Interspace Regulators had declared it a "Distant View Only" planet. You weren't supposed to come close, let alone land. Not that he cared about rules. Of course many others cared about rules. If the I.R. caught him landing here-. Well, him illegally landing would be the least of the charges. Breaking rules was part of his career.
"Here's the area the message came from," he thought. "I hope. What if I messed up again? The message could be from the other side of the globe.
I might not even get a chance to land. Someone could intercept me. Maybe my cloaking equipment isn't working. What if the residents of earth can see me? What if the I.R. can see me? Oh, I'm just not cut out for this! Why do I even try?"
With reservation twirling inside his head, he sought a safe landing spot. This caused more doubts to flood his mind, but they didn't compare to the doubts he had when he choose a landing spot.
"I hope this is safe spot. I'm so bad at choosing landing spots."
His worries were really unfounded. The areas he landed his craft in were nearly always safe. All in all his voyages the only ones who had ever seen his craft were the ones he revealed it to. The only time his ship had ever been damaged in landing was when it was damaged already and the impact inadvertently messed up the already weakened parts.
He did very well as a pilot when he wasn't worrying. When he was worrying, which was the majority of the time, he only did fairly well. He was unaware of this. His short comings were so much easier for him to see.
It was his missions that went wrong. Not because of lack of skill, but lack of confidence. His constant worrying impaired his judgement. By focusing on what might go wrong he often caused his
concerns about failure to become a self-fulling prophecy. If he had know what he was getting into this time, he probably would have turned back and finally changed his career.
Unfortunately he didn't know. So when he finally exited his craft, he made his way through the woods toward Townsville park. Toward the home of Mojo Jojo.
Continued in Ch. 2.