Randomness

By Master Kelly, Padawan Nagomi, and Darth Sunshine

We don't own you don't sue

"Master," Padawan Raine muttered with a slight twitch. Being caught by Jedi protecting the Naboo queen was not the padawan's idea of fun. I mean, come on, it's not like the planet was important or anything; blowing it up didn't really do any harm…not much.

"Padawan?" he master asked with a grin. Raine twitched; this was not good at all.

Rachel itched with anticipation. This was it, this was her first padawan's first destroying 'mission'. They were supposedly going to baby-sit the spoiled Padme. But little did her successors, or Raine know, that they would be making a couple extra steps along the way. The padawan was great and all, for just being discovered, but she was such a cry-baby sometimes. She also had a big mouth, and it couldn't get out that Rachel was the one behind the explosions.

Obviously, since this universe is so vast nobody else knew what was going on even if it hit them in the face, they wouldn't understand.

"I'm sure you can explain this whole this whole incident," a Jedi with no name started with a surprisingly straight face. Master Rachel didn't show on her face that she knew anything, and her padawan looked to confused to be guilty. Obi-Wan stood next to his padawan eyeing the two rogue Jedi carefully while young Anakin stood next to Padme, curious.

'I hate her. I hate her. I hate her!" thought little Anakin. Everything about the bi-princess-of-the-hippie-zombies (this is Padme, if you're wondering). 'I mean they don't even eat meat!' And for heaven's sake, who didn't eat meat?' She is, of course, a self proclaimed…can't read this word…but still. Why did his fatherly figure (obi) make him 'try' to like her? What was the point? (A/N: I'll tell you…there isn't one. Pointless! Pointless! Pointless!)

Space. It was big. Really big. Incredibly big. Yeah. Big.

((A/N from Nagomi: I didn't write the whole Padme bi-princess-of-the-hippie-zombies thing. Yah, well apparently Anakin 'hates' Padme (according to my master)…so…yeah…Well, anyways, Raine and Rachel are standing in front of the Random Jedi, Obi-Wan, and Anakin…waiting…for the stupid authoresses.))

(A/N from Kelly: The above was written by a random person that does not help write this story ((A/N from Nagomi: Shut up! I do too! Baka!)) You! Get out fan girl ((you're one too --))You don't belong. Right Master Sunshine? Sunshine is not available for comment right now Stop impersonating Alyssa! Bastada. ((Oh no you didn't! Freak! May your fingernails fall off and your eyes shrivel up like raisins in the sun! I hope you get stabbed 33 times like Caesar.)) Frioles Hermossa en to cintorone! Top that! ((As you can see, dear reader, I cannot read whatever, Spanish, the heck my master's speaking therefore I cannot make a witty comeback.)) She's reading a book for Yoda's sake ((Master…)), Please exalted readers, vote now.

Should: Darth Sunshine, Master Kelly, or Padawan Nagomi be voted off of the writing pad ((Hey! It's MY pad!)), forced to beta the others work for a week? ((Oh! Oh! I know! I know! Her name starts with a 'K', just kidding. If you say Nagomi …let's just say my light saber's gonna be cutting more than cheese tonight.)) Oh, don't listen to her, that thing is so mucked up with melted cheese, it couldn't cut through a bone. Now my pretty white light saber has a few more uses than lighting cigs and melting Nagomi's shoes to the floor. And I am quite a fan of killing slowly so don't even joke and say my name)

((Master you little…I'm going to restrain myself. Deep breaths…..1...2...3. Must not kill Master Kelly…They're not just shoes…they're boots! Honestly, master, don't you have any fashion insight? Don't answer that…

Yum…coconut…oh! You're still there….