Star Wars: Girl Problem

A/N: I know. This chapter is retarded. That's why you should review so that I may know what's wrong...:D

Star Wars

Chapter 3

Anakin relaxed at the control board of his ship. Reclining his head on the top of the head cushion, Anakin thought to himself. He finally got rid of those two crazy women. The characteristics the two females shared were unmistakable. The skin colors...purple and pinkish was it? Anakin couldn't remember correctly. He had to admit that they both were very attractive. That could only mean Zeltrons. Out of all the female species in the whole force forsaken universe, it had to be Zeltrons. Anakin sighed and frowned deeply. He would rather jump in a pit of magma then have to deal with this! ...Or maybe not, but needless to say, Zeltrons were the worst females to get tangled with. They could release pheremones to make you love-sick over them and Anakin was unlucky enough to attract two force-sensitive ones.

'A good day indeed', Anakin thought sarcastically to himself. Just as he prepeared the pre-flight checks and the ship lifted from the ground on its sublight engines, he felt something stroking his hair. Having his eyes closed, he thought it was the air conditioning, but something was weird. It felt warm. Anakin's eyes snapped open and he wanted to suspend his disbelief. 'It can't be...' Anakin thought to himself, horrified. Twisting around sharply, and almost tripping over his pilot seat in the process, he kept his hand close to his lightsaber. He calmed down just a bit when it turned out to be Zyla, the purple Zeltron.

"Aw, man..." Skywalker muttered under his breath. He was out of options. He couldn't reach for the console to land the ship. It was a moot point anyway, as he was already skyward. Anakin looked side to side nervously. He was trapped. In a one-man ship. In a confined ship. With a woman. A Zeltron woman.

"Miss me Skywalker?" Zyla said as though they were lovers who hadn't seen each other in a long time. Anakin felt hopeless. Men chasing women was one thing, but this role reversal was ridiculous!

"I, uh..." Anakin couldn't even finish his sentence before he was knocked head over heels. Zyla was on top of him and caressing his face! Anakin may not have realixed it, but his high midichlorian count allowed for him not to be heavily influenced by the pheremones. Anakin struggled to get her of of him, all while trying to stop him from making out with him.

He failed miserably. Anakin's eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. This lady was trying to french kiss him! Zyla had both his arms pinned down with her hands. Using as much concentration as he could, Anakin called his spare lightsaber with the force's grip. Aiming the handle of the lightsaber towards the Zeltron, while Zyla was busy giving him a hicky. The handle suddenly took on speed and whacked Zyla straight on the head. She promptly fell out. Anakin slowly disentangled himself from the unconscious girl.

'She is pretty hot', Anakin found himself thinking. Anakin scowled and rubbed his forehead. Did he just say that? Anskin concluded it had to be the pheremones. If he wasn't strong in the force, he wouldn't even realize it was the pheremones. Massaging his temple with his flesh hand, he quickly strolled over to the pilot console. Knowing Zeltrons, he knew they had extremely short sleep cycles. Their race was all about sport and play after all. He thought about restraining her, but thought better of it. That on its own would probably wake her. Quickly setting in coordinates, he set the destination for the hover cab station. That way he could leave her and not feel guilty about leaving her in some desolate area or something.

"Stang. This thing is slow. What I would give for a YT-1300 freighter. Those things are faster than a speeding blaster bolt when highly modified," Anakin said to himself as he piloted the Jedi Starship with expert precision and speed. The trip lasted for about a painful 3 minutes (painful to Anakin at least) before the station was in view. Quickly landing the ship in the "Kiss and Ride" parking lot (Anakin frowned heavily at that) he set the engines to standby and carried Zyla out of the ship. Walking to the reception Kiosk with Zyla in his arms, he told a totally manufactured story about how he saw her injured on the ground, and that her friend should be on her phone. The receptionist had sympathized, and agreed to let her rest in the med chamber. Anakin thanked the man and made a beeline back to his ship. Anakin realized belatedly that his breath was shaky throughout the entire ride to the station.

"Finally no more crazy super-powered love crazed women," Anakin said proudly as the ship took off towards Republica 500. Anakin could finally see his wife...

Or could he?

Dun-Dun-DUuuuuun...