Author's Note: Chapter 2 time! Woo! Yeah! Um...par...ty? Celebration...and stuff...happiness....woo...
Shadow: Yeah, whatever. Let's get to writing our fic...
S/D: OUR FIC? Since when is this OUR FIC? You're not even my muse! Still haven't been able to find one... >. Shadow: Whatever....
S/D: Have it your way... Moving on...
Well, basically, I'm continuing th story where I last left off. I really should speed this up. I made the first five minutes of the movie one whole chapter. But we'll see how it rolls along. Now, on to the story!
Dedications: Zarrah, Trevor, Linda, Leah, Felicia, Angie, Dusty, and Karen.
Disclaimer: All Star Wars related themes and or characters all belong to George Lucas and LucasFilm Limited. Excerpts are from the script: The Adventures of Luke Skywalker as taken from the "Journal of the Whills", revised fourth draft, March 15, 1976. The Cast of Pokemon and all related themes belong to Nintendo, Gamefreak, and 4Kids Entertainment. Basically, all I own is my alter-ego, Shadow.
Characters-
Luke SkyWalker: Brock StoneWalker
Han Solo: Ash Solo
Princess Leia Organa/Skywalker: Princess Misty Waterflower/StoneWalker
Chewbacca: ChuPika
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan Oak
R2-D2: Marill
C-3PO: Mewtwo
Emperor Palpatine: Emperor Togepi
Darth Vader: Giovanni
Stormtroopers: Rocketroopers
Bounty Hunters: Meowth, James, Jessie
Jabba The Hutt: Muk
Jawas: Grimer
Wedge Antillies: Gary Antillies
Mon Mothma: Delia Mothma
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Princess Misty is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad of armored Rocketroopers as Giovanni inquires her.
"If the Senate finds out about what happened here... That you attacked a diplomatic ..." Misty was cut off quickly by Giovanni's voice.
"Don't play games with me, Your Highness." He said, knocking the checkerboard Misty was holding off her hands. "I don't like checkers. But anyways. You weren't on any mercy mission this time. Spies beamed messages to your ship."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the Imperial Senate!" She answered.
"Liar... Don't lie, Your Highness. You can't keep any secrets from me... I know what you did last summer!" He said.
"You mean... you were at the nudist colony?" She asked, a bit puzzled.
"No! The other thing you did last summer." He answered.
"I swear I only went to one keg party!" Misty said, a bit miffed.
"I can't take this anymore. Take her away, soldiers." Giving up, finally.
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At the edge of the Really Hot Sandy Desert of the planet Really Hot and Sandy, the two pokemon were crossing the hot sands.
"What a forsaken place this is, stupid desert-aargh!" Mewtwo's complaing was cut short as he fell into a hole.
"Marril! Get me out of this place! It's dark and scary and I think something's breathing in here! Get me out!!!" He screamed
Marril spoke quickly to Mewtwo.
"Ankle-deep in sand? I'm in a pit of death! Pull me out!" Mewtwo hollered.
Marril pushed Mewtwo forward.
"I'm alive? I'M ALIVE! THANK YOU! Wait.. Where are you going?" He asked as Marril waddled off to a section of rocky mesas.
"That's ridiculous. This way is much easier."
Marril piped a quiet reply.
"What do you mean there are people that way?"
It showed him a map of the planet.
"Don't get technical with me! I'm going my own way."
Marril made a rude remark.
"Well I'll see you in hell, then! Lousy piece of crap..." He muttered, walking away.
Marril scurried off toward the mesas.....
After a few hours, Mewtwo saw something that looked very much like a large slice of chocolate cake on wheels.
"A Transport! Sanctuary!" He ran towards it...right...off...a cliff.... He got up and was surrounded by a bunch of hooded Grimer. They attacked him and put a collar on him.
"Oh, dear... This doesn't look good..."
A while later, Marril was walking through the desert canyon when ti was ambushed by grimer. The shot sludge at it and it got caught. The grabbed it and carried over to the big, chocolate cake-like vehicle. Marril saw Mewtwo inside the vehicle and called it over.
"Marril! It's really you!" Mewtwo said "I don't think we'll ever get out of this large piece of cake. It isn't even edible! It's stale! I tried biting into it twice but it was no use. Lousy grimer..."
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After a while, the large piece of cake stopped moving in front of a homestead. Out of it walked a man with a scraggly beard and a teenager, no more than sixteen. The two men were Brock Stonewalker (Yes, I know that in the series Luke and Leia are twins but this is my fic, so there!) and his uncle, Owen Lars. A voice was heard from the inner courtyard. It was Brock's aunt, Beru.
"Brock!" She called.
"Yeah, aunt beru?" Brock asked.
"Make sure that if Owen gets a translator pokemon, to make sure it can speak tauros!" Beru said.
"I'll see what we can get!" He replied.
Mewtwo and Marril were lined up with 3 other pokemon in front of Uncle Owen as he examined them carefully. He walked up to Mewtwo.
"You a psychic type?" He asked him.
"Why, yes, yes I am." Mewtwo replied.
"I have no need for a psychic type." He said.
"But I can do a lot of cool stuff! I can help out on er... whatever the hell you do! I can make you cookies! I'll sing show tunes!" He said, desperately trying to escape the un-edible cakemobile.
"Show tunes, eh? I'll take him!" He said. He had already picked out a psyduck to help him out, but Brock stopped him.
"Uncle! That pokemon can't use water gun! All it does is sit and stare! And... hump my leg... eww! get him off!!!" He said
"You little tramp! What are you trying to pull on us!" Owen shouted. The Grimer quickly got into a big fight with Owen and Mewtwo approached Brock.
"Excuse me, madam, but that pokemon has an excellent water gun and it's almost never horny."
"That so? Uncle Owen! This pokemon is in pretty good shape! And why in bloody hell did you call me madam!?" Brock called.
"We'll take it, then!" Owen said. "I want these pokemon cleaned up and fed by tonight."
"But I was going to go to toshi station to get some pokeballs!" Brock complained.
"You can hang out with your friends later." He said.
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Back home, Brock was cleaning the pokemon up. He took a look at his model speeder and sighed.
"Is something I can do for you, madam?" Mewtwo asked.
"I'm not a woman!" Brock answered.
"Jeez, someone has their tunic in a bunch." He scoffed.
"And unless you can speed up time and get me off this blasted rock, no. You can't help me."
"No. I'm afraid I can't help you with that. I can sing you a show tune, though!"
"Oh, forget it..."
"Forgotten, madam."
"Call me Brock."
"Yes, madam Brock."
"Just Brock."
"Ok."
Brock looked at Marril and saw a couple of scars on it.
"Wow. Looks like you've had your share of action." Brock said.
"Yeah. We were working for the Rebellion before you." Mewtwo commented.
"You were with the Rebellion?" Brock asked, more interested now.
"Yes. But I think it's a lot easier with this sort of life."
"Don't be so sure." Brock looked at Marril. "What's this?" Marril pulled the holo-note close to it."
"Marril, show him what it is. He's our master now." Mewtwo insisted.
Marril reluctantly played the message, but only a part of it. The hologram of Princess Misty appeared. It spoke.
"Help me, Obi-Wan Oak, You're my only hope..." It was quickly cut off.
"Who is she? She looks familiar somehow..."
"Marril says it cannot say. It claims it is a property of Obi-Wan Oak and it is a private message for him."
"I don't know an Obi-Wan Oak but I do know Ben Oak. He lives out in the canyons around here. I wonder if he's the same person."
The next day, Brock woke up to see Marril missing. Mewtwo was going insane, more than usual, even.
"I tried to keep him in but he wouldn't listen! Oh, no! We'll be scrapped for sure. Then we will be consumed by small rodents that will destroy civilizations! We will feed destruction! This is all my fault! Where is my monkey!?"
"Calm down, we'll find him..." Brock said, trying to comfort the hollering creature.
In the Desert, Marril was waddling across the sand when Brock appeared. He began to chase after it until a wild primape attacked him. He was out cold and the other primape began to attack him, concentrating mostly on his head and testicles. But suddenly, they fled. A man in a cloak and tunic appeared and looked at Brock, then at Marril.
"Hey, little fella. What's wrong?" He looked over to Brock. "Damn... He got the bajeebles beaten out of him. Don't worry. He'll be fine."
He put a hand over Brock's forehead and he came to.
"What happened? Ben Kenobi? Am I glad to see you!" Brock asked.
"Don't worry about what happened, Brock. You've had a tough day. How did you get so far out here?" He replied in a calm tone.
"It's because of this little Marril. He's searching for his former master, Obi-Wan Oak. Is he a relative of yours?" Brock said.
"Obi-Wan Oak... Obi-Wan... That is a name I haven't heard of in a very long time. Interesting...."
"I think my uncle knew him... He said he's dead."
"Dead? No, he isnt dead. Not yet, anyways."
"What do you mean? You know him?"
"Know him? He's me! I haven't gone by the name of Obi-Wan since before you were born."
"So this Marril IS yours."
"Strange. I don't remember owning a droid." He heard a noise. "We'd better get to my place. The Primapes will return soon..."
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Wow, that was a long chapter! Who is Obi-Wan Oak? Will Mewtwo ever overcome his fear of poodles? Does Giovanni's dress really make him look fat? All this and more in the next chapter!
-Shadowed Destiny
Shadow: Yeah, whatever. Let's get to writing our fic...
S/D: OUR FIC? Since when is this OUR FIC? You're not even my muse! Still haven't been able to find one... >. Shadow: Whatever....
S/D: Have it your way... Moving on...
Well, basically, I'm continuing th story where I last left off. I really should speed this up. I made the first five minutes of the movie one whole chapter. But we'll see how it rolls along. Now, on to the story!
Dedications: Zarrah, Trevor, Linda, Leah, Felicia, Angie, Dusty, and Karen.
Disclaimer: All Star Wars related themes and or characters all belong to George Lucas and LucasFilm Limited. Excerpts are from the script: The Adventures of Luke Skywalker as taken from the "Journal of the Whills", revised fourth draft, March 15, 1976. The Cast of Pokemon and all related themes belong to Nintendo, Gamefreak, and 4Kids Entertainment. Basically, all I own is my alter-ego, Shadow.
Characters-
Luke SkyWalker: Brock StoneWalker
Han Solo: Ash Solo
Princess Leia Organa/Skywalker: Princess Misty Waterflower/StoneWalker
Chewbacca: ChuPika
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan Oak
R2-D2: Marill
C-3PO: Mewtwo
Emperor Palpatine: Emperor Togepi
Darth Vader: Giovanni
Stormtroopers: Rocketroopers
Bounty Hunters: Meowth, James, Jessie
Jabba The Hutt: Muk
Jawas: Grimer
Wedge Antillies: Gary Antillies
Mon Mothma: Delia Mothma
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Princess Misty is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad of armored Rocketroopers as Giovanni inquires her.
"If the Senate finds out about what happened here... That you attacked a diplomatic ..." Misty was cut off quickly by Giovanni's voice.
"Don't play games with me, Your Highness." He said, knocking the checkerboard Misty was holding off her hands. "I don't like checkers. But anyways. You weren't on any mercy mission this time. Spies beamed messages to your ship."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the Imperial Senate!" She answered.
"Liar... Don't lie, Your Highness. You can't keep any secrets from me... I know what you did last summer!" He said.
"You mean... you were at the nudist colony?" She asked, a bit puzzled.
"No! The other thing you did last summer." He answered.
"I swear I only went to one keg party!" Misty said, a bit miffed.
"I can't take this anymore. Take her away, soldiers." Giving up, finally.
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At the edge of the Really Hot Sandy Desert of the planet Really Hot and Sandy, the two pokemon were crossing the hot sands.
"What a forsaken place this is, stupid desert-aargh!" Mewtwo's complaing was cut short as he fell into a hole.
"Marril! Get me out of this place! It's dark and scary and I think something's breathing in here! Get me out!!!" He screamed
Marril spoke quickly to Mewtwo.
"Ankle-deep in sand? I'm in a pit of death! Pull me out!" Mewtwo hollered.
Marril pushed Mewtwo forward.
"I'm alive? I'M ALIVE! THANK YOU! Wait.. Where are you going?" He asked as Marril waddled off to a section of rocky mesas.
"That's ridiculous. This way is much easier."
Marril piped a quiet reply.
"What do you mean there are people that way?"
It showed him a map of the planet.
"Don't get technical with me! I'm going my own way."
Marril made a rude remark.
"Well I'll see you in hell, then! Lousy piece of crap..." He muttered, walking away.
Marril scurried off toward the mesas.....
After a few hours, Mewtwo saw something that looked very much like a large slice of chocolate cake on wheels.
"A Transport! Sanctuary!" He ran towards it...right...off...a cliff.... He got up and was surrounded by a bunch of hooded Grimer. They attacked him and put a collar on him.
"Oh, dear... This doesn't look good..."
A while later, Marril was walking through the desert canyon when ti was ambushed by grimer. The shot sludge at it and it got caught. The grabbed it and carried over to the big, chocolate cake-like vehicle. Marril saw Mewtwo inside the vehicle and called it over.
"Marril! It's really you!" Mewtwo said "I don't think we'll ever get out of this large piece of cake. It isn't even edible! It's stale! I tried biting into it twice but it was no use. Lousy grimer..."
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After a while, the large piece of cake stopped moving in front of a homestead. Out of it walked a man with a scraggly beard and a teenager, no more than sixteen. The two men were Brock Stonewalker (Yes, I know that in the series Luke and Leia are twins but this is my fic, so there!) and his uncle, Owen Lars. A voice was heard from the inner courtyard. It was Brock's aunt, Beru.
"Brock!" She called.
"Yeah, aunt beru?" Brock asked.
"Make sure that if Owen gets a translator pokemon, to make sure it can speak tauros!" Beru said.
"I'll see what we can get!" He replied.
Mewtwo and Marril were lined up with 3 other pokemon in front of Uncle Owen as he examined them carefully. He walked up to Mewtwo.
"You a psychic type?" He asked him.
"Why, yes, yes I am." Mewtwo replied.
"I have no need for a psychic type." He said.
"But I can do a lot of cool stuff! I can help out on er... whatever the hell you do! I can make you cookies! I'll sing show tunes!" He said, desperately trying to escape the un-edible cakemobile.
"Show tunes, eh? I'll take him!" He said. He had already picked out a psyduck to help him out, but Brock stopped him.
"Uncle! That pokemon can't use water gun! All it does is sit and stare! And... hump my leg... eww! get him off!!!" He said
"You little tramp! What are you trying to pull on us!" Owen shouted. The Grimer quickly got into a big fight with Owen and Mewtwo approached Brock.
"Excuse me, madam, but that pokemon has an excellent water gun and it's almost never horny."
"That so? Uncle Owen! This pokemon is in pretty good shape! And why in bloody hell did you call me madam!?" Brock called.
"We'll take it, then!" Owen said. "I want these pokemon cleaned up and fed by tonight."
"But I was going to go to toshi station to get some pokeballs!" Brock complained.
"You can hang out with your friends later." He said.
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Back home, Brock was cleaning the pokemon up. He took a look at his model speeder and sighed.
"Is something I can do for you, madam?" Mewtwo asked.
"I'm not a woman!" Brock answered.
"Jeez, someone has their tunic in a bunch." He scoffed.
"And unless you can speed up time and get me off this blasted rock, no. You can't help me."
"No. I'm afraid I can't help you with that. I can sing you a show tune, though!"
"Oh, forget it..."
"Forgotten, madam."
"Call me Brock."
"Yes, madam Brock."
"Just Brock."
"Ok."
Brock looked at Marril and saw a couple of scars on it.
"Wow. Looks like you've had your share of action." Brock said.
"Yeah. We were working for the Rebellion before you." Mewtwo commented.
"You were with the Rebellion?" Brock asked, more interested now.
"Yes. But I think it's a lot easier with this sort of life."
"Don't be so sure." Brock looked at Marril. "What's this?" Marril pulled the holo-note close to it."
"Marril, show him what it is. He's our master now." Mewtwo insisted.
Marril reluctantly played the message, but only a part of it. The hologram of Princess Misty appeared. It spoke.
"Help me, Obi-Wan Oak, You're my only hope..." It was quickly cut off.
"Who is she? She looks familiar somehow..."
"Marril says it cannot say. It claims it is a property of Obi-Wan Oak and it is a private message for him."
"I don't know an Obi-Wan Oak but I do know Ben Oak. He lives out in the canyons around here. I wonder if he's the same person."
The next day, Brock woke up to see Marril missing. Mewtwo was going insane, more than usual, even.
"I tried to keep him in but he wouldn't listen! Oh, no! We'll be scrapped for sure. Then we will be consumed by small rodents that will destroy civilizations! We will feed destruction! This is all my fault! Where is my monkey!?"
"Calm down, we'll find him..." Brock said, trying to comfort the hollering creature.
In the Desert, Marril was waddling across the sand when Brock appeared. He began to chase after it until a wild primape attacked him. He was out cold and the other primape began to attack him, concentrating mostly on his head and testicles. But suddenly, they fled. A man in a cloak and tunic appeared and looked at Brock, then at Marril.
"Hey, little fella. What's wrong?" He looked over to Brock. "Damn... He got the bajeebles beaten out of him. Don't worry. He'll be fine."
He put a hand over Brock's forehead and he came to.
"What happened? Ben Kenobi? Am I glad to see you!" Brock asked.
"Don't worry about what happened, Brock. You've had a tough day. How did you get so far out here?" He replied in a calm tone.
"It's because of this little Marril. He's searching for his former master, Obi-Wan Oak. Is he a relative of yours?" Brock said.
"Obi-Wan Oak... Obi-Wan... That is a name I haven't heard of in a very long time. Interesting...."
"I think my uncle knew him... He said he's dead."
"Dead? No, he isnt dead. Not yet, anyways."
"What do you mean? You know him?"
"Know him? He's me! I haven't gone by the name of Obi-Wan since before you were born."
"So this Marril IS yours."
"Strange. I don't remember owning a droid." He heard a noise. "We'd better get to my place. The Primapes will return soon..."
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Wow, that was a long chapter! Who is Obi-Wan Oak? Will Mewtwo ever overcome his fear of poodles? Does Giovanni's dress really make him look fat? All this and more in the next chapter!
-Shadowed Destiny