I Am Your Mother


In their cell, the six pilots laid out on the floor trying to get some sleep. The two newbie guards who guarded the cell had kept them up all might. Dou pounded on the door.
"Hey! Its fucken cold in here!" he yelled. Several huge blankets flew in through the door then the cell was locked again. The pilots eventually nodded off nod off and were awakened by the guards changing shifts.
"Hey Luke!" yelled on of the guards. Quatre looked of the cell window and saw a huge, muscle bound man walking down the hall toward the cell. Quickly he gathered everyone around him and whispered his new plan for a prank. Heero got up on Dou's shoulders while Trowa threw a blamjet5 over them. Using a small cord from Wufei's coat, Heero tied the cord around his neck creating a hood that hid his face. Zechs clasped his hands together and held his palms over his mouth. Quatre cupped his hand over his mouth and began to breathe heavily. He sounded just like Darth Vader.
"Luke," Zechs said. His hands made his already deep voice into an exact imitation of Vader's voice. The guard turned and looked through the tiny window into the cell. "I am your mother." Luke scrambled back from the horrific figure in the cell.
"No...that's not true! Its impossible!" he wailed.
"Search you feelings," Zechs said. "You know it to be true!"
"Nooooo..." moaned the guard. Heero held out a black-clad hand toward the bars.
"Join me and together we can rule the universe as mother and son!"
"No...your not my mother!" Luke protested.
"You're right, I'm not!" Zechs said in his Darth Vader voice. Quatre couldn't contain his laughter no longer and fell upon the floor. Trowa slid down the wall laughing uproariously as Darth Duo-Heero fell over with laughter. Zechs tried to contain himself long enough to say something else, but he couldn't find the control to do it.

When it came time to switch shifts and feed the pilots their lunch, the replacements found Luke curled up across the hall trembling with fear. Inside the Gundam Pilots hadn't calmed down yet.
That night when the Gundam Pilots finished their dinner, they leaned against the walls of their cell. They were bored out of their minds from lack of something entertaining to do.
"Hey you trash out there!" Dou yelled. "Get us a T.V. or something!"
"No Gundamned Pilot!" Dou sighed.
"This is so damn boring."

A/N: J-San and I don't own Gundam Wing or Star Wars. So don't sue us. Make sure you fill out that little blue box at the bottom. I just got a new shipment of Piranhas in...I don't want to use them for human feeding cause I think fried piranha is really good. But if you don't review...I'll have some piranha food. ^_^

Stay tuned for the next installment of Escapades of Captured Pilots. Entitled: Dou's Oranges.