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Salmon Blade
Chronicles
Jedi Knight Salmo Saylar and Princess Vivid Nightingale 3rd solved the 'flying in a tight cramp pilot seat within the prototype Jedi Starfighter' problem.
In the end, it came down to the Doll Mermaid sitting on the 'Sith Lord's' lap.
…This may be a dream to googol (bigger than a billion) men or male-beings throughout the entire universe(s)…
To Salmo Saylar – who was a regular man – didn't think so…at least not 100%.
"I knew it…I should have sat on your lap. Somehow your hair that flutters like the ocean wave would constantly get into my vision. If your shore-scented hair happens to sting my eyes at a random moment and we crash on a desert planet…Please don't blame me…"
"…,…,…,…,…"
The Doll Mermaid didn't bother to answer. She was just too excited in viewing the orbital scene of her home planet that they just departed from. She could barely sit still while trying to count every star and black hole she could spot with her round porcelain eyes.
A child on her very first holiday trip.
"…Regardless of the difficulty, I must endure throughout this interstellar flight…Sithspit, resisting from hugging her like a teddy bear is harder than I thought. You're just too darn cute, Princess!"
*Beep* - *Beep* - *Beep*.
Salmo Saylor swore that he thought his astromech droid's corpse that was permanently stuck in its socket resurrected back to working condition. Sadly, he was delusional.
It was really the sound of the communication network that called him – in a broken radio voice like the ranting of a grandfather. He politely asked that grandfather to stop coughing for the last 5 minutes and activated his voice.
"Salmon. Can you hear me? Since your starfighter had it's visual hologram scrapped, we'll have to make do with audio only. Have you completed your mission on Veronicus-9? Before you give a final report, I would like to ask first: were there any unnecessary casualties? Please send me the number and I'll talk things over with the Senate."
Salmo Saylar cringed, not only to being called a fish but to every word spoken through that jittering communication network.
"Hello Master Windu, I am doing fine…
…Yes: I've completed my mission. The Fish King…er, the Lord Governor of the Veronicus-9 World-Kingdom has given his 100% to sign the union treaty. He did not state any personal benefits in return, so we will assume it is a legalized 'no-strings attached' agreement. In the coming week, he will share his Naval Forces full of cruisers that can sail on any world ocean and control the critical lanes in space routes…
…No: Zero casualties…"
"…Kivan'ush tabi…Voce eru…Sam'nyua Erul…Jykson?"
"Well done, young padawan. Very good job…Oh? Do I happen to hear a female voice sitting with you? Hmph. I just have you to run a simple errand for me and you end up getting hitched to some cute alien girl, didn't you? Not that I would blame you, regardless of what the other Masters say about our Jedi Code. Consider it a bonus permission for a job well done."
"…With all due respect sir – IT'S NOTHING LIKE THAT! I ADOPTED THIS POOR PRINCESS WHO WAS COOPED UP LIKE A BORED PARROT AND WISHES TO EXPLORE OUTSIDE OF VERONICUS-9…That is all…Ahem…"
"…Valimo, sher'vun mi. Balus sho'meh nan'shyn vari'bun'pher. Ari'sho'ma vak'uto…"
"…I seriously can't understand you, Princess Vivid."
"Oooh. Is that how it went, Ms. Salmon's Girlfriend? He took you by the hand and said 'let me show you the universe'? Hooo. That's definitely a slick move he pulled. Even though you say he's not exactly your cup of tea, I'm glad you respect his desire to give you freedom."
"…Wait…Master Windu…Don't tell me…ARE YOU USING SOME SORT OF UNIVERSAL TRANSLATOR TO CHEAT IN THIS IMPOSSIBLE CONVERSATION!?"
"Nope. Just a hunch. Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Valima Yu'shivri…Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha."
"Nice one, kiddo. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Bimmi, bimmi! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"…,…,…Ha-ha-ha-ha – NOT FUNNY!"