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-Chapter II-
Escorted through the blaster scorched corridors of her ship by GWEE troops, Princess Kimala sighed at the predicament she was in, the durasteel shackles binding her wrists cold to the touch. As much as she wanted to, she really wanted to blast every GWEE trooper off her ship, the same one they were tearing apart, searching for the long gone technical plans of The Giant Ball of Doom. Her escort halted when they arrived in the chilling presence of Lord Eddie, the tall figure clad in pitch black metallic (yet plastic looking) armor. To the GWEE trooper's embarrassment, only the Princess was unfazed by the terror before them.
"Ah, Lord Eddie," Kimala said coldy, gazing up at his gargoyle like helmet. "Only you can be so bold, or so totally stupid. When the Senate hears that you..."
"Don't play games with me Red, seriously!" Eddie interjected aggressively. "I know you weren't part of some baby sitting mission this time! You passed through restricted space and several transmissions were beamed here from GJ spies! Now, where is the data you intercepted?"
"I got no idea what you are talking about," Kimala said defiantly. "I am a member of the GWEE Senate, taking part on a diplomactic baby sitting mission to Middleraan..."
"You are part of the GJ alliance and a traitor!" Eddie said, pointing an accusing finger at her. "Now that's bogus, seriously. Okay guy's, take Red away!"
With the butt of his rifle, one of the GWEE troopers nudged the princess harshly in the space between her shoulder blades, forcing her down the corridor to take her to the brig. Turning around, Lord Eddie begun to patrol the corridors of the Romano IV while Commander Hank Perkin's joined him, looking a little unsettled.
"Holding her is dangerous," He said with concern, while Eddie ignored him. "If word of this gets out, this could generate sympathy to the GJ rebels in the Senate."
"Dude, seriously, like relax. I totally traced the rebel spies to her. She's our only link to finding their hangout."
"She'll die before she tells you anything!" Commander Perkin's argued, while Eddie sighed.
"Aw dude, seriously man! Don't jinx it!" He whined. "Look, as long as we keep this to ourselves then we can totally get away with it! Send a distress signal and inform the Senate that all on board were killed."
"Killed how exactly?" Perkin's asked.
"I don't know, like, make something up!" Eddie said, thinking of something off the top of his head. "They were eaten by a giant space worm or something."
"A giant space worm?" Perkin's said, almost disbelievingly.
"Yeah, a giant space wor...okay look, forget it! Just say they croaked in some bogus accident, alright?"
They didn't notice a second officer had stopped before them, listening to their discussion of how the crew 'died' before finally coughing in an uncomfortable manner to acknowledge his presence.
"Uh...Lord Eddie?" He said. "We just finished searching this ship and we found no sign of the plans. Plus, they didn't make any outgoing transmissions. But an escape pod was launched during the fighting, no life signs were aboard."
"Red must've hidden the data stash in the escape pod," Eddie said, turning to face Officer Perkin's. "Send some guys down to retrieve it and see to it personally that my tunes are intact, commander! Oh and don't forget those battle station plans as well."
"Yes, sir," Perkin's said, turning on the spot and marching off to put together a scout team, while the giant Lucas class destroyer continued to orbit the dusty world. However, the two occupants had already landed.
The desert lands of Whitemeen stretched as far as the eye could see, the radiating light scorching the rolling sand dunes, the wind that blew along the surface not a cool breeze but boiling, from the temperatures of the twin suns. Very little activity occured on the dune sea, yet aside from the giant Bontha's that the natives rode or the private sail barge of Whitemeen gangster Brotherson the Hutt, the activity that bore any real matter was the activity not too far from the crashed escaped pod. Doctoo Draktoo and De Menzio were beginning to make their way across the vast expanse of desert, however they had one major problem to contend with.
Which way for them to go.
"Okaaay, this don't look good," Draktoo said, the small droid's dome twisting around as he looked in all directions. "Right, so we got sand over there...uh, even more sand over there and...oh, look...more sand."
"Bah, vhy didn't you bring a map?" De Menzio grumbled, while Draktoo just rolled his viewing lens in a sarcastic manner possible for a droid of his design.
"Well excuse me for not bringing The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy!" Draktoo shot back, swivling his domed head before stopping in the direction of several rock formations, most of them shaped like Slyvester Stallone in boxer shorts. "Aha! We go this way!"
"Vell I'm not going dhat vay, it's much too Rocky!" De Menzio snapped, gesturing to rolling sand dunes. "Dhis vay is much easier."
"Yeah...for you!" Draktoo countered, swivling his domed head and glancing at De Menzio. "Besides, I can't exactly move around on sand easily and there's no chance of finding any settlements out there!"
"Vell, vhat makes you think dhere are any settlements over dhere?"
"Uh...I think I saw a town from the escape pod window, while YOU were busy screaming in terror as we entered the atmosphere."
"Bah, don't get technical vith me," De Menzio muttered, crossing his arms while Draktoo continued towards the Rocky-like terrain. "Fine dhen! Go dhat vay! But ve'll see who is finding CIVILISATION FIRST!"
"YOU REALLY NEED TO GET YOUR PROGRAMMING CHECKED, DE MENZIO!" Draktoo yelled back in frustration, annoyed with De Menzio's need to practically scream at the end of a sentence; while De Menzio continued walking towards the seemingly ongoing rolling sand dunes. "NO ONE LIKES A SCREAMER, LIKE YOU!"
"AGGH, DHAT DOES IT!" De Menzio countered, getting worked up into another screaming match with his counterpart. "JUST YOU VAIT! I'LL BE KICKING BACK UND RELAXING IN TOWN VHILE YOU RUST OUT DHERE! YOU'LL SEE! FIVE MINUTES UND I'LL BE ON EASY STREET!"
Five brutal hours of walking on blistering sand later...
"I hate Draktoo," De Menzio muttered, kicking the sand in frustration while he continued walking, his leg joints slowly starting to seize up from the build up of sand particles. He was starting to regret going this way. Okay, so it went off to a good start but gradually it all started to go downhill. A lot like M. Night Shyamalan's career.
De Menzio's had to endure the incredible heat of the dual suns in the sky but sighed with relief when they finally started to set, the temperature gradually starting to cool down. Climbing up another rolling sand dune, he sighed when he got to the top and saw nothing but an endless sea of sand. He was just about to give up when he saw something peculiar on the horizon.
It looked, at first, like a cheap 70's sci-fi effect but upon further examination, he realized it was a massive tranport vehicle. Using every bit of his power, he frantically began waving and shouting to attract the tranports location, relieved he was going to be saved but completely oblivious to the fact that the small creatures on board took on robots that were completely helpless and would ultimately result in him being sold into slavery.
Meanwhile, a few miles away in a quiet looking canyon, a small droid twisting his head in all directions. He couldn't help but feel nervous, after all, you would too if you felt like you were being watched. If he was human, Draktoo would've shivered as he cautiously continued on his journey, wishing that De Menzio was right there with him. That way if something did suddenly came springing out from a cave then it would go after De Menzio first, since protocol droids couldn't run very fast from the way they were designed, leaving Draktoo to leave him behind while he made a quick getaway.
He froze on the spot, looking widely in all directions when he heard the sound of a chattering kind of noise. His vision focused on a few pebbles that rolled down a sloping cliff face with an audible click, the sound of small footsteps echoing in the air.
"Oh, why did I watch The Hills Have Eyes yesterday?" Draktoo whined to himself, wishing desperately that the sounds he was hearing were not being made by cannibalistic, hungry mutants. Okay, so he was a robot and robots generally taste bad but it wouldn't stop them from smashing him to pieces.
A scuffling noise attracted his attention towards the small opening of a cave, a set of glowing yellow eyes staring right back at him. Draktoo was about to make a run for it when all of a sudden, a small creature the same size of him had jumped out of the cave, wearing a tattered, dusty mahogany robe. With lightning reflexes, the small creature pulled out laser gun and fired a blast of electrical energy at Draktoo, overloading the small droids systems. With a loud scream, followed by a dazed groan, Draktoo toppled over and slammed face first into the ground, his mind completely switched off from the world.
Scurrying forward, more of the robed creatures came to help life their prize up and carried him along with surprising strength, chattering away to each other in their own language. The creatures shortly arrived at tranport on quad caterpillar tracks, the bulky frame four times the size of a house. With a dull thud, they uprighted the small droid beneath a large hose on the underside of the tranport. One of the creatures started to fuse a small inhibitor device on the chest plate of the droid, stepping back once it was done to allow the giant hose to descend, sucking up the small droid into the belly of the tranport. Chattering to themselves, the small creatures boarded their transport and took off into the sunset.
Inside the belly of the transport, Draktoo landed on a pile of scrap metal which scratched the surface of his metal casing. With a weak groan, he hoisted himself up and examined all the out of date robot models around him, including the disturbingly hot robot woman from Metropolis, the robot from Forbidden Planet, the small annoying one from Space Camp, the big annoying one from the Short Circuit series and poor little Wall-E with a cardboard sign around his neck reading 'Need work or a sequel.'
"Oh snap," Draktoo said, swiveling his domed head around. "Okay Draktoo, keep it together. Just take a look around...and find a quiet corner to cry in."
Shuffling about the tight space he was in, Draktoo saw an assortment of other strange machine waiting to be sold and got a slap from a BeBe model for commenting on how nice her 'hardware' looked. It was then that he saw another familiar machine he knew all too well, delighted to see someone he knew; even if they were someone he despised.
"Draktoo?" De Menzio said, turning his head. "It iz you! It iz you!"
"De Menzio, I see you got captured too," Draktoo said. "What is this place?"
"Robot slave trade by the look ov it," De Menzio sighed. "So ve're likely to be sold und given degrading jobs that vould ultimately destroy our vill to live."
"What, like being personal assistant's to Justin Bieber?"
On board the giant space station known only as The Giant Ball of Doom, a group of GWEE officials and officer's were seated at a large round table with a large orb like device in the middle. The conference room was dark grey and dimly lit, while two GWEE soldier's guarded the main entrance while the seated men continuted their discussion.
"I tell you, that he has gone too far this time," General Hench said. "Having Eddie hanging around us at the Emperor's urging will be our undoing, he nearly drove people mad by constantly playing his personal taste in music. Until the soundproofing on this station is complete, we'll remain vulnerable."
"What about the weaponry to use against Galactic Justice?" Asked an officer.
"Oh yeah, that too," He said. "But some of you don't realise just how well equiped and ordered Galactic Justice is! Their ships are excellent and the pilots are more trained than ours! Plus they are driven by the desire to do good in this universe. They are more dangerous than you think."
"Dangerous to your starfleet maybe but not to this battle station," A gruff old officer said, chuckling at the thought of GJ rebels attempting to attack their ultimate weapon. "Beside's I believe Lord Eddie knows what he is doing. The GJ will continue to rebel like the cowards as long as they have their hidden sanctuary, until it is found and destroyed."
"I beg to differ with you, Senor Senior," Hench objected. "I think the construction of this station has more to do with Governor Fisk's bid for personal power and recognition than with any justifiable military strategy. Within the Senate, Galactic Justice will continue to increase their support as long..."
He was cut off from the sound of the opening doorway and the guards snapping to attention, everyone turning to face the two figures entering the room. The thin faced man with a almost ape-like look to him was the Grand Moff Fisk, Governor of the numerous outlying GWEE territories, closely followed by Lord Eddie who dwarfed the Governor with his large, armored bulk. Fisk just smiled as he entered the room, knowing very well what they were discussing and decided to put Hench's fears at rest.
"The GWEE Senate will no longer be of any concern to us," Governor Fisk said calmly, as he took his seat. "I have just received word from the Emperor that he has permanently dissolved that misguided body."
Astonished officers and generals gasped at the news, to which Fisk just calmly smiled at before continuing.
"The last remnants of the Old Republic have been swept away."
"That's impossible!" Hench interjected. "How will the Emperor maintain control of the GWEE bureuacracy?"
"Senatorial representation has not been formally abolished," Fisk explained. "It has merely been superceeded for the duration of the emergency. Regional Governors have direct control and a free hand in administering their territories. This means that the GWEE presence can be brought on the wavering worlds within the empire. From now on, fear will be used to keep potentially traitorous worlds in line. Fear of our starfleets and of our battle station."
"But what of the Galactic Justice rebellion?"
"If they somehow managed to acquire plans of this battle station, then their is a slight chance they may find a weakness," Fisk said, his gaze shifting to Lord Eddie. "Of course, we all know how well guarded it is. It cannot possibly fall into their hands."
"Uh...yeah, about that," Eddie laughed weakly. "Look, I'll seriously get it back okay! Before they can find a weakness with it."
"Lord Eddie," Fisk sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not too worried about them having that data. Besides I'm sure they'll not find a weakness within it, this battle station is far too well built and is impervious to any attack. It will be suicidal and pointless. Mark my words, this station will be the decisive force in this galaxy."
Eddie casually held out a dark gloved hand, all the officers watching in amazement when a small cup of water rose into the air and landed in his hand.
"Yeah, well you may have a giant bogus space station Fisk," Eddie said. "But it doesn't even closely match that of the power of the Force."
"Oh come on," Hench said, a smirk on his face. "Don't try to impress us with some cheap magic trick based on a nerdy religion. This so called Force of yours hasn't managed to get those plans back or find out where the GJ forces are hid...ing!"
Everyone fell silent when Eddie held out his hand again, raising General Hench up into the air by his underwear and giving it a few sharp tugs with his mystical powers, chuckling at the bulge in Hench's eyes.
"Oh, look at that! Got you by your underwear!" Eddie laughed, using his powers to give a few more tugs on the elastic. "So, what was it you were saying?"
"Enough of this bickering," Fisk said, although finding the sight of a highly decorated General getting a mystical wedgie amusing. "Eddie, release him."
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Eddie muttered, beginning to lower Hench with his powers before stopping and giving him another powerful yank on his underwear, provoking a high pitched squeal from Hench. "AAWWWW YEEAAHHH!"
"EDDIE!" Fisk snapped, slamming his fist down onto the table.
"Alright!" Eddie said, lowering his hand which resulted in Hench landing heavily onto his seat. "Seriously, such a buzz kill man!"
Hench gasped with pain, never taking his eyes off Lord Eddie, who was still chuckling from the fun he had.
"Alright, now Lord Eddie will provide the location of the GJ base by the time this station is certified to be functional," Fisk declared, gazing at the other officer's. "Once it is known, we will destroy it completely and end this absurd rebellion once and for all!"
Here there guy's, this is Stormchaser90 with another chapter follow up. Hope you are all enjoying the story so far. Now may I say a huge thanks to CajunBear73, TNI, Jimmy1201, ValenVaGale and whoever gave that guest review. You all rock!