Star Wars Summer school!

Disclaimer: Bla, bla, don't own Star Wars, bla, bla, bla.

Story notes: OK, we've all thought it. Wouldn't it be great if we lived in the Star Wars Universe? I probably think it more than most people, so I decided to write this story! Boba: With help from me. SSJ V: With help from him. He's in it too. Boba: ^______^! SSJ V: OK, so on with the story!

By the way, the first chapter isn't going to be the funniest of them all, I have to establish some character. ^_^ (NOT A MERRY SUE!)

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*Sigh* GT looked longingly at the story she was typing for fan fiction .net. A girl and three of her classmates were captured by the infamous bounty hunter Boba Fett during science class and taken aboard the Executor, where mischief and misadventures ensued. Ofcourse, when she was writing she was not GT. No, she was SSJ V, teamed up with twelve year old Boba Fett, to announce the stupidest and most ridiculous stories this side of the internet.

Hu, again with the sighs, she mused, releasing yet another one at the thought of her ever faithful co-host. About the same intelligence as herself (130 -135), witty, actually hears what you say, and has the same morals and general air about him as one of the only three people she looked up to, Boba Fett. Only one problem. Reality. But what was she thinking of before?

Ah, yes, about how much she wished that she lived in the Star Wars Universe. I don't mean 'Hm, ya, that would be cool', wished, I mean wished, regularly, for the past... really long time. She looked down at the clock on her computer's screen. Holly frooping shrapnel! 11: 51! Then it dawned on her, something that she had not remembered all day. She wasn't quite how she had not remembered it either. But one thing was for certain. Today had been the last day of school.

"....YES! YA! HAPPY DANCE MAN! WOOOOHOOOOOO-"

She was cut off, however, by a groggy call from her parents room telling her to go to bed. She sighed, saved her work, turned off the computer, and went through her usual bed time routine, ending with her actually falling asleep around two AM..

*Morning*

GT rolled over in her bed the next morning. She opened an eye before she shot strait up to her feet. This was, to say the least, NOT where she was supposed to be...

"Finally, I thought you would sleep until breakfast. It's almost noon." She turned to look at the speaker.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"That's nice. Wait until you see yourself to scream though." Her co-host announced, while lounging on the couch, met her gaze, then looked slightly... Up.

She slowly turned to look in the nearest mirror. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She looked at her now animated face, short stand up blond hair, NOT NORMAL LOOKING blue eyes, and fuzzy brown tail protruding from her new clothes.

"Ya, that's what I said. Only it sounded more like this : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

GT, or, SSJ V, sat down on the cot. Now way, this could not be happening. She was sitting across the room from BOBA FETT who happened to be her age, and she was her self, only the way she wrote herself in when she was announcing, and that was an entirely different species!

"Are you alright?" He asked, noticing the fact that SSJ V looked pretty darn close to having a nervous breakdown.

"Am I alright? Am I alright you ask. Well, if your definition of alright is waking up on a COT that not YOURS, in a room that I have never BEEN in, seeing YOU, you who is not supposed to EXIST, I'm ANIMATED, I'm not HUMAN, AND I'M WARING YOUR CLOTHES!!" She ranted, motioning towards the clothes specific to Mandalorian youth that somehow found their way onto her person, "If that's alright, then I'm just DANDY, THANKS!" She finished, hysterically gesturing with her arms. "I know, I'm dreaming, that's it, awesome, OK, dreaming, cool right, rationalization, OK."

She began to calm down lowering her breathing level. Boba rolled his eyes, got up, and squatted in front of her. "Would you like me to prove you're not dreaming?" He asked, meeting her eyes.

She shrugged. "Go for it." He stared at her for a few more seconds.

"Hey, what's that?" He asked, pointing to something across the room. She gave him the 'do you really think I'm that stupid' look. He shrugged, balled up his fist and punched her in the gut.

"OOO- OW! No, that really, really hurt." She gasped, when realization dawned on her. She was NOT dreaming. "Thanks, I needed that."

"Always a pleasure."

"Ha, ha." OK, she was not dreaming, she really was here, and she really did look like this, so she might as well go about it the intelligent way. "By the way, where are we?"

"Currently, we're on a Nubian TC 14, en rout to Couroscant. Or, Star Wars summer school. It's for fan fiction authors and otherwise Star Wars Fans. And their co-hosts." He added as an after thought, but stopped short of another sentence.

SSJ V smiled. Because Boba rarely ever talked to anyone, his throat usually became fairly soar at this part of the conversation. He talked to so few people, that some people that he worked with did not know the sound of his voice, so it really was an honor to talk to him this long about something that did not relate directly to business. Wait a second....

"Nubian TC 14?"

*Nod*

"Come on!" She grabbed him by the shirt, "We're going to see Ric Olie, and we're going to get some answers."

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End 'O Chapter notes: So, what do ya think? Even better, can I use you in the story? If so, who's you favorite character? (It matters latter ;). I really need some people to use, so I can have some fun with the rest of the story (Mwa, ha, ha, ha, ha) Till Next Time!

-B & SSJ V