A/N: Back again!!!!!!!!!!!!! More randomness in store!

A note for the last chapter: the song sung by the random British chap is "Stay Home" by Self. Just if you're curious.

Disclaimer: Let me check…..nope still not mine. (sigh) Wedge looks very relieved. "Hey, why are you relieved?" "I'm a General; you can't menace me!" "Yeah, well, I'm a GRAND ADMIRAL. What do you have to say to that? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Wedge runs and hides. (hee hee)

Everyone stared at Wes in Darth Vader's clothes. He gulped and tried to hide in the corner with Luke and Wedge, but they were having none of that, and kicked him out.

"Get your own corner!" Luke told him.

Wes did so and sat sulking.

Wedge groaned softly.

Leia felt sorry and patted him on the head.

"I'm hungry!" Han complained as his stomach growled to emphasize the fact.

Chewie informed Han that his stomach had somehow managed to swear quite obscenely in Shriiwook.

"Come to think of it, I could really do with some curly fries…….." said Obi-Wan.

"Use the Force, semi-young one," instructed Qui-Gon. He held up his Cherry Pepsi. "How else do you think I got this?"

Obi-Wan stopped sulking once he got his curly fries, and everyone sat around being bored.

Then Luke made a fatal mistake.

"I'm bored….." he sighed.

Everyone looked around in apprehension.

Wes got up. He managed to trip over Vader's cloak in the process and got horribly tangled in it.

After righting himself, Wes grinned a grin that filled everyone present with intense apprehension.

Dooku found himself having a sudden, unexpected, overpowering, and entirely distressing bad feeling about this…. (A/N: quote from the book The Revenge of the Sith)

Actually Dooku wasn't there, but he had a bad feeling all the same.

If one can have anything but bad feelings in hell.

"No! No! Please-what-have-I-done-to-deserve-this-torture?-Whatever-it-is-I'm-really-really-sorrrrrrryyyy!!" Wedge cried, further burying himself in his corner. This left the readers to wonder what horrors he read in that grin. This also left the others in the room to wonder who made that guy a General anyway? And who said his blood had enough ice-water to fill the reservoirs on Corescant? Actually Tycho said that but moving on…

Wes took a deep breath. He grinned again. He took another deep breath, then sang:

I'm not wearing underwear today!

No, I'm not wearing underwear today!

Not that you probly care much about my underwear

Still none the less I've got to say:

That I'm not wearing underwear to-day!!!!

There was a deep silence. A deep, deep silence. The silence was so deep it was deafening. The silence was so deep and deafening one almost expected a deep, soft voice to say, "42." That didn't happen. But one still almost expected it to.

Then Han ruined the moment by saying, "Uh, really?"

Lando jumped at Han for being stupid and also because the Baron Administrator of Cloud City reallllllly didn't want to think about what had just happened.

Suddenly he froze in midair.

A very short cartoon-y woman had appeared. With a large, weird smile she said, "No capes." She then grabbed Lando's said offensive object and disappeared.

Lando fell to the floor back where he stared.

"Who was THAT?!?!?!" asked Leia, looking very freaked out.

"Edna Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooode," proclaimed a creepily deep woman's voice that seemed to emanate from the ceiling.

They all glared at it.

"Hey, that wasn't me!" cried the ceiling. "It was a computer animated character that escaped! That's not my fault!"

They threw eggs at it, and it shut up.

Lando sulked about his missing cape.

"I had a cape once," said Janson, from his corner. "It wasn't like this one."

He gave Vader's cape, which he was still randomly wearing, a disgusted look.

"NO fashion sense…Anyway, it was purple with pretty white stars. It was the coolest thing…until WEDGE SPACED IT!!!"

He spitted said pilot with a glare that could've fried the floor into Plutonium and made Doc Brown and the Libyan Nationalists very happy.

"Hey!" Wedge protested, pointing an accusing finger at the Lieutenant, "that was only because you were threatening to do obscene things with those toys of yours! I did it for leverage!"

"Well, check this out!" Wes pulled two little, orange clad action figures from the pockets of his pants that he wore under Darth Vader's (at least everyone assumed, hoped, and prayed that was where he got the action figures from) and pressed their faces together.

"Gross! Cut it out….." groaned Wedge, twitching.

"Let me guess," said Leia, bored by the antics of the very immature young men. "One little toy represents Wedge. The other is probably, knowing you, some guy."

"Yup!" said Wes proudly, grinning. "It's…….he checked the doll's-er-action figure's face….. Hobs!"

"Hobbie?" asked Wedge, grossed out.

"Klivan?" asked the ceiling, which then cowered as everyone in the known universe yelled "KLIVIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" at it.

"Derek?" asked Qui-Gon, who shouldn't have known him, but did because he uses his status as a Jedi spirit to stalk random people while invisible.

"The guy who looks like a young Bing Crosby?" asked my sister.

"Dietrich?" The bug-eyed Nazi was back.

A completely random Nazi with a goatee popped up. "Germany," he yelled with a horrible accent, "haz declared war on zee Jones boys! Not zees 'Dietrich'!!!!!"

Both evaporated, though not before Obi-Wan could dump a vat of orange soda on them to alleviate his boredom.

"I love the Force!" Obi-Wan giggled.

"Couldn't that be considered Dark Side? Using the Force for practical jokes?" asked Luke, coming out from under a table where he'd been hiding, munching on some mushrooms.

"Can I have some???" squealed Pippin.

No. Chewie chucked an apple at the hobbit's head, and he left, looking adorably confused.

"Ummmm…." Qui-Gon was attempting to find the answer to Luke's question in Jedi Rules for Dummies.

"I owned a Dummies book once," said Han. "It was called Nuclear Physics for Dummies. Very useful book, that."

"There are some things you just shouldn't teach stupid people," said the ceiling, earning more glares.

"Ah!" Qui-Gon exclaimed, then read on, "It says it is Dark Side to use the Force for practical jokes except…well, I'll be! Except to dump a vat of orange soda on Nazis to alleviate your boredom!"

"See?" Obi-Wan smirked. "I read the rules. And I also FOLLOW THEM!!" He projected this last bit out for the benefit of a certain Jedi-turned-Sith in the hallway.

"Oh, shut up," Vader replied.

Leia took the book and started flipping through it. "OH!" she said, "Oh that explains a lot! Though I can't say I'm exactly unhappy he broke that rule….."

The Jedi ghosts looked mortified. Luke wandered over. "What rule?"

Leia showed him.

Luke simply looked confused. "How would that affect us?"

Everyone groaned loudly.

"We are worms. WE ARE WORMS!" cried Hades' henchmen, groveling on the floor.

They disappeared in a puff of smoke, out of which stepped Hobbie and Marty McFly, coughing.

"Wow!" exclaimed Marty, looking around the room. "This is heavy!"

Everyone was so tired of random people who have nothing to do with Star Wars appearing that they kicked poor Marty into the only empty corner.

Wes waved at Hobbie. "Look!" he said, hopping around, "I'm the Emperor's evil henchman! Woot!"

"Actually," said the pessimistic pilot, "that would be Darth Vader. You're just wearing his clothes."

The vortex was kind of bored so it spewed out the former Rogue, Plourr Ilo, just in time for her to hear this exchange. She punched Hobbie in the gut, and then morphated into a pirate.

"It's Jack Sparrow!" proclaimed the ceiling.

"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow!!" yelled the governor's daughter, a blacksmith, and a bunch of scurvy sailors.

The ceiling felt unloved.

CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow pranced around in his own virtual reality, chanting, "I've got a jar of di-irt! I've got a jar of di-irt! And guess what's inside it!"

He then melted into a puddle of congealed, green goo.

A dog happened by and licked the goo up.

Inexplicably, the chapter ended.

A/N: Sorry it's been millennia since I last updated!!!! smacks self I'm also currently hating myself because the descriptions for Wes and Hobbie at the end of chapter 2 are insanely wrong! (Curse spell check…it thinks I spelled Hobbie wrong!!!!) Anyway, here's my excuse: when I wrote that chapter I'd only read Starfighters of Adumar. Back then, my mental picture of Hobs was as slightly chubby and dark haired; he looked like my current picture of Myn Donos, actually. He should be lean and ash-blond. For Wes I have no excuse. He is not tall. He is short. I am stupid (yet foxy…how does that work?). Goodbye!

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