It went through him like a vibroblade through the chest.
His head spun as he struggled to retain control over his body.
His muscles wobbled as he felt all the strength being sucked out of him.
This can't be happening...
No way...
Anakin Solo had a look of pure horror as he surfed the HoloNet. There, right on his very screen, was a picture of his glorified brother Jacen, hair nicely done with gel and wearing the latest fashion from Naboo. Anything from that planet cost a fortune. Anakin's eyes bulged as he read the caption above it. "Bachelor of the Month has been awarded to Jacen Solo, Jedi extraordinaire, and does wonders with his lightsaber, if you get the drift. And for all you ladies, he's SINGLE!"
This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. Anakin had no trouble admitting his father possessed more manly charm than him, but never his own brother. If anyone deserved to be wearing those clothes, and to have his face printed all over the HoloNet, it was Anakin. Tahiri had hold him herself that he was the cutest boy in the world. But then again, there was Tenel Ka, who he knew had a major crush on his brother. After only a bit of fighting with himself, Anakin came to the conclusion that Hapans were all crazy nerfherders who had terrible sense in men.
Standing up and moving to the restroom, Anakin got a good look of himself in the mirror. Who could NOT want his dazzling features? He ran his fingers through his soft, brown hair. He could practically imagine himself on that HoloSite. Each one of his arms would be draped around the shoulders of a supermodel... and then afterwards he could woo one of them, lead them into a room and...
But Anakin was getting ahead of himself. First, he had to make his dashing good looks known upon the world. He searched the site inside and out for an application form, and after a good half hour of surfing (he took his time when he was viewing the holos of Twi'lek supermodels), he found what he was looking for.
"Do YOU have what it takes to be the Bachelor of the Month? Send us your HoloPic today!"
Keenly, Anakin filled out the application form. He felt a sudden rush of anxiety. Victory was only a hair's width away. Nothing could stand in the way of Anakin and being on the cover of every magazine, the throb of all young ladies' hearts. Soon the world would know him as Ani the Sex God, the Jedi whose lightsaber certainly outshone those of his male peers. Working his way to the bottom, the young Padawan spotted something that made his entire dream collapse.
"All participants must be 16 standard years of older..."
Anakin shut down the HoloNet in anger.
"I hate you, Jacen Solo."
Anakin Solo had a look of pure horror as he surfed the HoloNet. There, right on his very screen, was a picture of his glorified brother Jacen, hair nicely done with gel and wearing the latest fashion from Naboo. Anything from that planet cost a fortune. Anakin's eyes bulged as he read the caption above it. "Bachelor of the Month has been awarded to Jacen Solo, Jedi extraordinaire, and does wonders with his lightsaber, if you get the drift. And for all you ladies, he's SINGLE!"
This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. Anakin had no trouble admitting his father possessed more manly charm than him, but never his own brother. If anyone deserved to be wearing those clothes, and to have his face printed all over the HoloNet, it was Anakin. Tahiri had hold him herself that he was the cutest boy in the world. But then again, there was Tenel Ka, who he knew had a major crush on his brother. After only a bit of fighting with himself, Anakin came to the conclusion that Hapans were all crazy nerfherders who had terrible sense in men.
Standing up and moving to the restroom, Anakin got a good look of himself in the mirror. Who could NOT want his dazzling features? He ran his fingers through his soft, brown hair. He could practically imagine himself on that HoloSite. Each one of his arms would be draped around the shoulders of a supermodel... and then afterwards he could woo one of them, lead them into a room and...
But Anakin was getting ahead of himself. First, he had to make his dashing good looks known upon the world. He searched the site inside and out for an application form, and after a good half hour of surfing (he took his time when he was viewing the holos of Twi'lek supermodels), he found what he was looking for.
"Do YOU have what it takes to be the Bachelor of the Month? Send us your HoloPic today!"
Keenly, Anakin filled out the application form. He felt a sudden rush of anxiety. Victory was only a hair's width away. Nothing could stand in the way of Anakin and being on the cover of every magazine, the throb of all young ladies' hearts. Soon the world would know him as Ani the Sex God, the Jedi whose lightsaber certainly outshone those of his male peers. Working his way to the bottom, the young Padawan spotted something that made his entire dream collapse.
"All participants must be 16 standard years of older..."
Anakin shut down the HoloNet in anger.
"I hate you, Jacen Solo."