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Band Camp
Day 1

Qui-Gon worked furiously at his embroidery, jabbing at the cloth
with the needle. Healer W'thc'bn'bn had insisted it would help Jinn
lower his stress, but so far the Jedi's accomplishment of the day had been
suturing his fingers together. In a final burst of anger, Qui-Gon hurled
the embroidery hoop at the door.
Obi-Wan had just opened the door to he and his master's quarters when
an embroidery hoop went whizing by his ear.
"Oh dear," thought Obi-Wan, ducking, "The embroidery is NEVER a good
sign, even worse then the knitting."
"What's wrong, Master?" he queried, fearing the reply.
"The Council thinks you're anti-social, Obi Wan, they want you to
join the marching band."
"WHAT?"
"You still play the trumpune, right?"
"The trumpet, Master..."
"So what's the problem?"
Obi-Wan wasn't sure why he didn't like the idea, but thought it may
have something to do with a certain R rated holo-vid, "Coruscani Pie", he and
Bant had seen without anyone's knowledge. Ever since then, he had prayed a
mission never brought him face to face with a marching band. Obi-Wan
reassured himself, afterall, many bands didn't have an away band camp-
"Here's your packing list, you leave for band camp tomorrow, Camp
Anthrax... Sounds Pleasent, hmmm?"
"But MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTER" Obi Wan began to whine.
"OBI WAN!"
Obi Wan sighed, defeated, and trudged to his room. "Funny," he
thought, looking over the list, "I wonder why the director put shaving cream
on the list twice?"


The next morning, Obi-Wan found him self climbing onto the most
wretched hive of scum and villanry there ever was- a band bus.
All over the bus peope were laughing rancorously and falling into
the isles. Everyone seemed to be wearing strange shirts, all reading
something to the effect of "Thunder in the Distance", "Loud is Good",
"Trombones do it in Nine Positions" or "In it for the Sax". Some
people were sitting by themselves, while others were three, four even five to a
seat. Obi Wan felt very out of place...
"Jay Dawson!"
"Rooolllll ouuut the barrel..."
"Froggy!"
"Citizens_against_the ooga ooga ooga!"
"And then I said, 'Dani, you can't touch my hoo-hoo'."
"Hand Check!!!"
Obi Wan was terrified by the strange snipets of conversation he was
catching from the odd assembly gathered on the bus. He wondered if they
always spoke of such strange things, or if it was only such taken out of
context. He also wondered what a hoo hoo was...He searched for an empty seat,
and finaly found a bench with only one sane-looking human male.
Obi sighed with relief, "Hey, can I sit here?"
"NO YOU CAN NOT!" The boy replied in an Adam Sandler-esque voice.
"This Perry's seat."
"Oh, okay," replied Obi Wan, figuring the seat was saved for a friend.
Much to his suprise, however, 'Perry' was produced from the young man's
duffel. 'Perry' turned out to be a taxidermied squirrel whose fur was
flaking off in places. The squirrel was adorned with a Canadian Flag and
oversized sunglasses. The boy thrust the hideous thing in Obi-Wan's face,
"Perry, New Kid, New Kid, Perry. Kiss Perry, New Kid!!!"
Obi-Wan pressed on towards the back of the bus, disturbed. When he
had been ready to get off the bus, and beg the Council for mercy, he heard
a voice next to him.
"Hey, new kid, you can pop a squat here," Obi-Wan looked over to see
a slim girl with tawny hair and grey eyes clearing off the seat next to her.
Obi-Wan smiled greatfully and sat down. "I'm Maria Crv'Lac, Piccolo."
"Obi-Wan Kenobi, trumpet," he offered.
The young woman winced visibly. "Trumpet, eh? I'm terribly sorry..."
Obi-Wan was puzzled. "Why are you sorry?
Maria laughed dryly, "You haven't met your squad leader yet, have
you? Oh well, should be a fun first week for you. We've got a new director
this year and he doesn't know much about us so the seniors are trying to
bring back the old initiations."
Obi-Wan thought how lucky he was to be a sohomore.
"Which includes extending initiation to all first year bandos, not
just Freshmen."
Obi-Wan moaned inwardly. Why was the Council doing this to him?
With a final furious scream of the driver and the gears, the bus
reached a stop. The assembly paraded off the bus.
"OKAY," yelled a gaunt, bearded senior in a shirt with a large
trumpet, "FIRST YEARS AND FRESHMEN FORM A LINE HERE!"
"Good luck," snickered Maria, as Obi-Wan was hearded off.
Obi-Wan resigned to the flow of the crowd as they were lined up
single file againts a cabin.
"Newbies- ATTEN--TION!" yelled a senior. As the motely crew
snapped to a painfully inprecise attention possition, they were attacked
with water guns and shaving cream. Obi-Wan stood with his head bowed,
soaking wet, wondering if this was what Sith torture was like.
"At least I know what the shaving cream was for..."

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