-1Chapter 10: The Grape Escape! I Mean Great. Great Escape.

All right…I've been putting this bloody story off for WAY to long. Time for a new chapter! I'm not sure if it's 'Mandelorian' or 'Mandalorian'. Either way, it's 2:30 AM and I can't be assed to look it up. I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry. Just very, very tired.


"You know, this is dragging on much longer than I thought it would." I commented blandly to the rest of my ragtag group, which was currently occupied with some intense lounging around the apartment. "I thought it'd just be a kind of…find Bastila and then randomly pop up somewhere else. You know, Force and all. But no. We're still here. In this shit hole. Of shit."

"You know," Mission sat up where she had been laying lifelessly on the floor. "Davik has an awesome ship called 'The Ebon Hawk'. We could probably get off the planet by using it."

"Yeah, but even if we had the ship, we'd still need the Sith codes to get through the quarantine defense…thingies." Carth replied, sounding slightly depressed.

"My, how technical." I observed dryly. I was too lazy to look at Carth, so I just assumed he was glaring in my general direction, and so I glared back in a random direction, under the assumption that he knew I was glaring at him.

Everyone let out a depressed sigh.

"Well then, how about we steal them?" I offered, the suggestion a cliché bright ray of lemon-yellow hope that cut through the inky darkness of hopelessness like a vibroblade through something soft, squishy, and easily cut. There was a collection of 'ooh's and 'ahh's and 'HELLZ YEAH's floating through the air. I smiled to myself. Oh yeah. I'm AWESOME. "Right! Let's get to it then!" I opened the door to find someone about to knock, except instead of hitting the metal door, they clocked me right in the forehead.

"Ah, godDAMNit!" I stumbled backwards, holding a hand to my forehead. "WHAT DID I DO, FORCE!? WHY DO YOU HATE ME!?"

"Uh…sorry 'bout that."

I looked up to see a green male Twi'Lek shrugging sheepishly at me. I glared as best I could before standing up straight again and readjusting my light armor.

"What do you want?" I hissed between clenched teeth.

"You won the swoop race, right?"

"Well, technically-" Bastila began, but I quickly shut her up by smacking a hand across her loud mouth.

"Why,yes, I believe I did win that swoop race. What of it?"

"Canderous Ordo wishes to speak with you. He'll meet you in Javyar's Cantina."

"Uh…that's the one in the Undercity, right?" I asked.

"Yes. You best not keep him waiting."

"Yeah, whatever. We'll probably be there at some vague and indistinct point in the future." I stated impatiently, turning my assailant around and shoving him out the door while stepping on his heels as much as possible.

"Hey! Watch the boots!" He whined.

"Go die in a hole, bastard!" I snarled and kicked him in the back of the knees, which forced him to fall to them, then kicked him in the back of the head. "Owned, asshole." I turned to the others. "We going, or are you going to stare at me like I'm insane until we all die from retinal hemorrhaging or something equally stupid?"

Realizing that they really didn't have much of a choice in the matter, they all nodded and followed me as I left the apartment, stepping over the Twi'lek's unconscious body. "Heh heh heh…"

"Hey, are you Canderous Ordo?" I inquired, tapping a rather burly cantina patron on the shoulder.

"Pardonme!?" The indignant lady spun around to glare at me, her moustache twitching with anger. I suppressed the urge to vomit while gouging my eyes out with a rusty spoon. I heard Carth gag, Mission snicker, and Bastila snort at my ignorance. I forced a fake smile on my face.

"Sorry. Uh, she dared me to do that." I pointed to Bastila, thereby absolving myself from any blame. "You should probably teach her that judging people based solely upon the shallow values force-fed upon us by an overwhelming majority of society is wrong." The huge, hairy lady stood up and waddled angrily over to Bastila, who cowered in a corner. Snickering, I looked around to see a Mandelorian approach me.

"Right. I don't want to be seen talking to you freaks, so let's make this quick." He growled. "I know you're trying to escape this festering stinkhole, and so am I. We'll have more of a chance of success if we work together."

I looked at the others, who nodded in assent even though they obviously did not like the situation. Bastila was still cowering under the glare of the fat lady, and feebly rattling off half-baked excuses.

"I didn't tell her to do anything! Jedi's honor!"

I turned back to Canderous. "What do you propose?"

"I can get you into Davik's estate if you can get the Sith codes."

"Yeah, sure, fine. Deal." I shook his hand and motioned for us all to leave. "We'll meet you back here after we get the codes." I grabbed Bastila and dragged her along behind me, out of the pudgy grasp of the incensed 'lady' who then lumbered back to her table to continue horking down her meal. By the looks of it, it was some race's young covered in mayo and barbeque sauce. I shuddered and picked up the pace.

"For the sake of my sanity, I'm going to assume that was some commonly-accepted meat under that three inch thick layer of mayo." Everyone solemnly nodded in assent as we continued on towards the Sith compound. I stopped suddenly and soon found myself on the ground, the rest of the party piled on top of me. Apparently I had stopped rather quickly, and they were all walking two inches behind me or something. I growled and spat angrily.

"Get OFFA me!"

They all eventually climbed to their feet and looked around awkwardly, avoiding any and all eye contact.

"So…uhh…why did you stop so suddenly?" Carth asked in a brave attempt to break the angry silence. Good thing, because I had forgotten all about stopping.

"Ah! Right! I feel like we're missing something really important."

"Like we should have special astromech droid with the ability to unlock very difficult doors or something, right?" Mission piped up. I turned to look at her.

"Spot on my Twi'lek friend! To the DROID SHOP!" I pointed in the general direction then began the journey with the confident step of an insane militaristic leader. It was a short journey, since we were right beside the droid shop when the decision to get a droid was made. It sure made things a lot easier than they could have been, at any rate. We all piled into the small shop and began to browse the limited merchandise. I walked up to the counter as a young Twi'lek woman suddenly popped up from behind the desk.

"Hi! What can I help you with today?"

Slightly taken aback by her cheerful exuberance, I shrugged. "I want a droid."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, I can get you that! See that droid right beside the counter? Right there? To your left?" I looked to my left, and there was indeed a droid there. Two, in fact. There was a white and blue droid, along with a red one that was spewing out hot sparks in every direction, leaving little black marks where they had landed on my armor and burned. My mood was taking a rapid turn for the worse. "I was working on that little guy for about two hours. I found him in a trash bin."

"Hmm. I couldn't imagine why." I replied, giving the sputtering droid a withering gaze.

"Yeah, but I fixed him up real good. You can have him for two thousand credits."

"No, I don't want that one. I want the white and blue one." I replied while reaching for my wallet.

"Fine. I'll drop the price to one thousand."

I sighed while smacking my palm to my forehead. "I don't want the broken one. I want the unbroken one."

"Five hundred! But that's as low as I can go!"

"Oh, for the love of the Force…" I buried my face in my hands for a few seconds, which gave me time to partially regain what little composure I had to begin with. "Let me spell this out for you. I. Don't. Want. The. Broken. Droid. There, did you get it that time!?" I could feel the group's eyes on me as my voice began to get louder. "Now tell me how much you want for the BLUE AND WHITE ONE before I friggin' LOSE IT!!"

She flinched and cowered behind the counter. "That one was being made for Davik! I can't sell it!"

Mission walked up beside me. "Canderous said he was working for Davik, didn't he?" She paused for a moment. "Your face looks really red. Are you okay?"

I willed my blood pressure to return to normal as I acknowledged Mission's statement. "Yes, you're right, Mission. Canderous sent us. And since it was Davik who sent Canderous, it's sort of like Davik sent us."

"So…Davik sent you?"

I gave her a strange look. "No, dumbass. Weren't you listening at all??" She flinched again. "So you want two thousand for it, eh? Well, how about you sell it to us for no thousand dollars, and I let you live?"

"I know a good deal when I hear one." She squeaked out. "Take the stupid thing! But if Davik thinks I'm going to do any more custom work for him, he's got another thing coming!"

"I really don't give a rats ass." With a final parting gnash of my teeth, I motioned for the droid to follow me and swiftly made my exit, closely followed by the rest of my posse. Carth increased his stride until he was walking beside me.

"Was that really fair?"

"Was what really fair?" I replied, staring straight ahead, as people tend to do while they're walking.

"Taking that droid from that girl. I'm sure there was some other way of getting it." I didn't even have to look at him to know that his face was all scrunched up with concern for the stupid wench that tried to sell us the walking fire hazard for an outrageous price.

"Oh, I'm sure there were other ways." I stopped, turned toward him, and grabbed his shoulders. "Now, listen to me, Carth. What's done is done. No sense worrying over what could have been, or what I could have done. We have the droid-" I motioned to T3, who bleeped cheerfully. "- so let's just move along, shall we?"

He sighed angrily. "Fine. Would you stop shaking me now?"

It seemed that, at some point during our friendly little chat, I had begun to shake Carth almost violently by the shoulders. I quickly removed my hands from his person and, with a dignified flip of my hair, finished off the last four feet of our epic journey back to the Sith compound's door. I gave T3 a pat on the…thing that one would normally refer to as a head, then pointed to the door.

"Open the door, T3! Come on!" Within a minute, T3 had hacked through the door's locking mechanism, saved Johnney from the well, and had made me the best damn non-fat dulce de leche cappuccino I had ever had. "Good boy, T3! I am so glad I extorted you from that stupid woman!"

T3 chirped and blerped happily as the door flew open with a deafeningPSSSHSHHHHHHHH-KACHUNK-CLAAAAAANGGGG!!! With more than a slight grimace, I turned to my team and motioned for them to follow me.

We entered a small elevator piping out the standard insipid music. Carth banged his head against the wall, Mission stuck her fingers in her ears and hummed to herself, Bastila repeated the Jedi code to herself over and over, and T3 went into temporary shut down mode. I smiled and hummed along. Carth paused from giving himself a serious head wound to look at me like I was a reanimated corpse or something. I raised my eyebrows as innocently as I could manage.

"What?"

He moved back a bit from me and shook his head slowly. "You…you actually enjoy this music, don't you?"

I shrugged. "It's kinda catchy."

"You'resick, you know that?"

I smiled widely at him in response. A soft ping was heard as the doors slip open to reveal a cold reception room. I strode up to the metal desk and fixed the Twi'lek working there with a hard stare.

"Is everything in this goddamned building made of metal?"

She shrugged. "The people aren't."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes while crushing her windpipe. Barelyresisted the urge. I took a deep, calming breath. "Who's in charge here?"

The receptionist narrowed her eyes at me. "Do you have an appointment?"

"Uh…yeah."

She pursed her lips, still not convinced. She punched a few commands into the console in front of her. "What's your name?"

"What's the first name on your list?"

She looked at the screen. " Horton McFannery."

I paused for a moment. "Oh." There was a moment of tense silence before I reached out, grabbed the Twi'lek by the back of the head, and pulled her face directly into the console. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment as her body slumped to the floor, blood pouring from her nose. I dusted my hands off and smiled.

"That was much easier than I thought it was going to be." I turned to the others. "Why do you guys look so pale?"

"That was completely unnecessary!" Bastila scowled. "You could have offered to pay her off, or-"

" OR I could have rammed her face into the console, thus saving us, like, twenty credits. Oh, wait." I looked over at the Twi'lek's unconscious form to punctuate my point. "Yeah, that's right. Ialready did that."

Bastila clenched her fists and began to recite the Jedi Code to herself rather loudly.

"Mind being quiet? It's hard to kill people when you're distracting me with your Jedi mumbo-jumbo about love, peace and bongs or whatever."

Bastila was about to jeopardize my wellbeing when a door to the left opened to reveal a small group of Sith finishing up a long gaming session. They were cheerfully discussing the last frag of the game when they noticed us standing there, staring at them. There was a brief moment where neither of us were entirely sure what to do. Eventually, one of the Sith slowly started making his was towards the desk.

"Listen to me, you weirdos." He pointed directly at me as he continued his was towards the desk. "If you do so much as twitch, I'm going to press the alarm button!"

"I'd like to know what you plan to do if we actually listen to you." I replied, more than slightly skeptical of the man's false bravado.

"Well…um…" He stopped and thought for a moment before shrugging. "Press the alarm button."

I sighed. "Well, in that case…" I unsheathed my vibroblade and imbedded it in his chest before he had time to react. "I think I'm just going to kill you all."

"Holyshit! She just killed Gavin!" The rest of the group instantly fell into disarray and began to run around aimlessly, screaming. I managed to pull my blade out of Gavin's corpse and turned to consult my team.

"This is just sad. D'you think we should just put them out of their misery?"

Mission stared at them, mouth agape. "What are they? Like, thirty?"

I shrugged. "Around there."

Bastila's expression turned almost mournful. "It's such a sad thing, isn't it?"

"Either way, I don't think we should kill them."

I scoffed at Carth. " 'I don't think we should have extorted that lady! I don't think we should kill the worthless sacks of meat!'" I mimicked Carth in a high-pitched, whiney voice. "If we listened to you all the time, a lot more people would be alive right now!" I took a moment to ponder what I had just said. "That didn't come out right."

"I still don't think they deserve to die!" He cried out, indignant. "Just because they're losers with no social skills or hygiene doesn't mean they should die!"

"Well, they're starting to get on my nerves." Mission scowled.

"We have to do something soon or they're going to attract attention." Bastila stated, her voice devoid of passion. Or anything anyone gave a rat's ass about.

"THAT'SIT!" With a primal screech borne of pure rage, I cut down the other four men in less than a minute. It was kind of like shooting Selkath in a barrel, but carnage was carnage. I was in no position to be picky. I took a few minutes to calm down a bit.

"This is a hallway." I pointed down what was indeed a hallway. "We are going to go down said hallway until we get somewhere else- Mission, are you done or do you need to go wretch outside!?"

Mission, who looked quite pale and sickly, held a hand tightly over her mouth while shaking her head no.

"Good. Let's go already!"

We went into a nearby med bay, destroyed the droids within, and took whatever supplies we could get our hands on. I grabbed a few medpacks, Bastila found some credits, Carth salvaged a blaster from one of the droids and fitted it to T3, and Mission pried a rather cute teddy bear from the fingers of an obviously deceased child, whose fingers were stiff with rigor mortis. I swear I didn't kill the kid.

Carth gave Mission a disconcerted glance as she gleefully played catch with the teddy bear, seemingly oblivious of the fact that she had just stolen it from a dead child.

The hall led to a strangely shaped room that had three other hallways coming off of it. Along a nearby wall were two containment fields. One was inactive, and the other held a Duros who was desperately calling out to me.

"Hey! Hey, remember me!?"

I walked over and studied his face closely. "Nope."

He looked a bit dismayed by this, but continued on anyway. "I'm the one you saved from the Sith! In the apartments! Remember??"

"…no."

He was silent for a moment. "It doesn't matter. Look, they found me while I was stashing the dead Sith bodies and brought me in here to be executed." I tried my best to not look excited at the prospect. "See those panels on the opposite wall there?"

I looked behind me, and indeed there were panels on the wall. "Yeah. What about them?"

"Well, when they're all turned green, this thing'll fry me, but when they're all turned red, this containment field will drop and I'll be free! If you can-"

I help up my hand for him to stop. "I think I understand what you're getting at."

"Oh, thank you! Just be careful not to make them all turn green, or it's lights out for me!"

"Yeah, whatever." I walked over to the panels and began to randomly press them. There were five panels, and every time you pressed one, it would change the color of the panel pressed and the two panels on either side. I had it so that the two outermost left panels were green, and the other three were red.

"You said all green, right?"

"WHAT!? NO!"

"Not not green?" I turned to look at the Duros, who was shaking his head vehemently.

"Not green!"

"What about red?"

"YES! Red is good!"

I looked back at the panels. "But if I press this one, they'll all be green and I won't have to mess around with these stupid panels anymore."

"What?! I'll be dead!!"

I tried my best to seemed concerned. "Oh no. That would be rather uncomfortable for you in the split second it would take you to die. Woe is me."

He sighed angrily. "Look, you can leave if you want, just don't make them all green!"

"Make them all green? Okay!" I pressed the middle red panel and smiled as they all pulsed green. I heard a sickening scream and spun around just in time to watch the Duros get smited by bolts of lightening or something. The sickeningly sweet smell of burning flesh wafted through the air in the following dead silence (pun intended).

"You…killed him." Bastila whispered, still in horrified shock. I shrugged.

"Shit happens. Moving along!"

From there we went down each hallway, killing droids and Sith, until we finally came to what looked to be the fancy-shmancy quarters of whoever was in charge. Fortunately for us, the door was unlocked. Unfortunately for us, a Dark Jedi was in charge. He got up from his meditation and glared haughtily (in almost a Bastila sort of fashion) at us.

"Who would dare to interrupt my meditation! I- wait. The Force is strong in you, although I sense it is still raw and untamed." He stared at me intently. "With the proper training, you could become very strong indeed."

I blinked, rather confused. "Why do you talk so goddamn weird?"

He let out a growl from deep in his throat. "You're powerful enough without training. When I strike you down, my master will surely grant me my own light saber!"

"Over my dead body! Well, I suppose that much would be obvious." I added quickly. "But I stick to my original protest!" I pulled out my vibroblade and lunged. Carth took cover behind a plasteel container and provided cover fire, Bastila both aided me in combat and used her Force powers to heal us both, and Mission wandered off to a nearby couch to have a conversation with her new teddy bear.

The fight took a good ten minutes, and Bastila and I were exhausted. I sat down on the Sith's dead corpse, wiping sweat off my forehead. "He better have the damn codes in an easily accessible pocket. No way in hell am I rooting through this bastard's inner pockets. Who knows what could be in there." I shuddered as I slipped my hand into the nearest pocket. "Let's see…gum, a lighter, a couple of credits, and- aHA!" I pulled out a data pad. "Success! T3! Get in here!"

T3, who had been observing over a security camera link, rolled into the room, wheepling and broopelling all over the place.

"Take this data pad and keep it safe. We're going to need it to get off this damn planet already." I stood up and stretched. "We should probably gather up the crew and go meet Canderous in the cantina now. I want off this bloody Gammorean ass-pustule of a planet as soon as possible."

We quickly made our way back to the run-down apartment and got Zalbaar. As soon as he saw Mission, he growled happily. Mission giggled and punched him in the arm in response.

"Of course I'm fine, Big Z! And look what I found!" She held up the teddy bear to Zalbaar, who did little more than grunt in bored recognition. "We also got the codes we need to get off Taris! Although, I kinda do like it here…"

Carth furrowed his brow in consternation. "You can't be serious, Mission. This planet is a cesspool."

"HEY!" Mission pouted. "Don't talk about Taris like that! It's our home! It's-"

"A festering boil on the behind of the galaxy." I stated blandly.

"The galaxy doesn't have a butt." Mission shot back, sticking her tongue out at me.

"I'm not going to waste time arguing semantics with you, Mission. We're going." With that, we made our way to Javyar's Cantina once again. The hairy man-woman was still there chowing down as well, an observation which wasn't altogether surprising. Canderous was sitting at the bar, pounding back a Tarisian ale.

"You guys wait here. I'll go talk to him." Without giving anyone the opportunity to protest, I buggered off over to the bar and sat on the stool beside him.

"I heard that someone broke into the Sith compound."

"Dude, that just happened, like, ten minutes ago. How the hell can you know so fast?"

He shrugged, staring into his ale nonchalantly. "I have contacts."

" I don't even want to know." I shook my head slowly, a little creeped out. "We have the codes."

Canderous chugged the rest of his ale, slammed his glass down on the countertop, and looked at me. "I have a speeder parked outside."

"…good for you."

He rolled his eyes. "To take us to Davik's estate."

"Oh. Right." I looked over my shoulder at the rag-tag group that had somehow managed to assemble itself. "Exactly how big is this speeder?"

"I can only take three of you. The rest will have to wait at wherever the hell it is you're staying."

I thought about it for a moment. "Sounds good. When can we leave?"

"Right friggin' now."

"Wow, perfect timing." I got up and walked over to the group. "Okay, he can only take three of us. Carth, Bastila, you two are with me. The rest of you, wait at the apartment and we'll pick you up in the Ebon Hawk." Everyone nodded. "Good. Now go." Zaalbar, Mission and T3 made their way out of the cantina.

"Selora, may I have a word with you?" Bastila gently grabbed my arm and dragged me a little distance away from Carth and Canderous, who were busy trying to figure out why they intrinsically hated each other so much by having a glaring contest. I turned my attention back to Bastila.

"What?"

"I don't think we can trust him." She looked over my shoulder at Canderous, who was scowling angrily.

"Oh, well then, I suppose we should call up that other guy who offered to lead us to a kick ass ship that could get us off this planet. Oh, wait, that guy doesn't exist."

"Your sarcastic remarks are beginning to wear on my nerves." Bastila hissed at me, her jaw clenched.

"Look, unless you have a suggestion, this conversation is over." When she didn't reply, I huffed at her then walked back to the other two and smacked Canderous over the back of the head to get his attention. "Stop being stupid and get us out of here."

He glared at me, his lip curling into a cruel sneer. "If you ever do that to me again, I'll-"

This time I punched him in the solar plexus. "Enough talk. Time to leave."

After he had taken a few moments to regain his breath, Canderous lead us to his speeder. Bastila sat up front with Canderous while Carth and I sat in the back. It was a short and very disturbing ride full off near-death experiences and fleeing pedestrians. Then, to top it all off, we had been shoved in a cell within Davik's estate while he checked out our bloody backgrounds. I slouched over in my chair and looked at Bastila and Carth. I groaned inwardly.

"Maybe I should have brought Mission and Zaalbar…" Either way, it was too late now. I lazily watched as Carth attempted to slice the force field that held us in the room. He tried for a good three minutes before finally giving up, and action which was punctuated by his angry punching of the security panel.

"Damnit!" He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Can you do it Bastila?"

She shook her head. "The Jedi don't teach us how to break into security systems." It was hard to tell if she was being snarky or serious with her statement. Either way, she pissed me off. I managed to convince myself to get to my feet and shuffle over to the console.

"I'll do it." Carth moved out of the way. The field was down in no more than ten seconds. "There. Now, let's find that ship."

We made our way through the labyrinth-like halls, killing many guards and collecting many credits along the way, until we eventually managed to find Canderous. He was leaning against a large door at the end of the very last hall we decided to explore. Of course.

"Took you long enough." I growled, pulling out his blaster rifle. "The Hawk's on the other side of this door."

I used a nearby console to slice through the security lock, and the four of us entered the hangar to see Davik and his bounty hunter boyfriend or whatever waiting for us.

"Oh. Hey." I chirped smoothly. "How's it going?"

Davik scowled. "You didn't think that I would just let you waltz in here and take the Ebon Hawk from me, did you?"

"To be completely honest, I didn't give it much thought." I replied, resting my hand lightly on the hilt of my sword. "But, I guess if you won't go down without a fight-"

Calo pulled out his blasters and took aim as I was charging towards Davik, who was fumbling to draw his own blade. I heard more blaster shots, and the distinct hum of a light saber as Bastila joined in the fray. I was about to strike Davik in the torso after I had ducked under his horizontal slash, but the hanger was rocked by a nearby blast. We all paused to look out at the city, which was being blown to hell. I couldn't say that I was sorry to see it happening. Festering boil and all that.

"Damnit! Those Sith'll bring this hanger down around our ears!" Davik yelled as he dodged some falling debris. Calo pulled a detonator out of his jacket pocket and held it up.

"If I go, everyone goes!"

I had gone back to dueling with Davik, who was quickly beginning to tire. He slipped up while trying to block one of my blows, and I was about to finish him off when a large beam fell from the ceiling and smashed him flatter than a pancake. I looked over just in time to watch Calo get buried in some very heavy-looking debris.

"Get on the ship!" I screamed at the others as I weaved my way through the junk littering the floor, holding my arms up to protect my head. Once on the Hawk, Canderous unlocked the controls and Carth took over. We made it to the apartment just in time, them bolted for space. T3 broadcasted the Sith code, and we managed to escape relatively unscathed.

Once out of immediate danger, we gathered in the cockpit to discuss what we should do next.

"I can't believe it's gone…" Mission hugged her teddy close, tears brimming her eyes.

"Oh, for the love of…it was a bloody piece of garbage, Mission. You should be happy it was blown to shit. I know I'm just frackin' ecstatic to be the hell off of it. it's about bloody time."

"I think we should go to the JedI Enclave on Dantooine. I'm sure the Jedi masters there will want to hear of this." Bastila pulled up the galaxy map and poked at the holographic image of Dantooine.

"I heard it's a peaceful planet. Maybe it'll do us some good." Carth agreed, returning to the pilot's chair. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with a bunch of stuck-up Jedi, but it didn't seem I had a choice.

"Fine! I don't care." I huffed and stalked out towards the starboard bunks. "I'm getting some bloody shut-eye. Tell me when we're there."


Well, that's about it. If you see horrible, horrible mistakes here or there, or you just have some general comment, feel free to leave a review. Hope you enjoyed it, since it took me so long to get it done. I shall endeavor to work faster in the future.