Coming to the end of the corridor, I slow my pace to a stop an lean against the wall, where some annoying padawan had taken his half melted ice dessert and plastered it to the exact spot I was resting upon. My shirt! Why are they always doing that! Sure, I've done that before, but now the stickiness is all over my white shirt…white, I had to wear white again. Sighing, I start walking back to my room. You know, maybe I was a tad harsh with…oh yes, her name was Robin. Anyway, maybe I should apoligi…hold up! Say what? Never! But maybe I should go back, straighten a few things out. Suddenly I change direction and head toward the training room, forgetting about my shirt for the time being.
I walk into the training room, but no one is around. Suddenly I hear the wretched shriek. "Pikachu! I love you Pikachu!" recoiling in horror and scramble back, twisting my self up into the ropes of the training ring. Finally I gasp, "No! Not …not…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I spot the brightly colored yellow doll tossed into the corner. "No-More-Pika!" I race over to where it is and start tearing it apart. It, the terror of my padawan days, the terror of every master under 30, the terror of… pieces of fluff flying around the training room, which id now sticking to the spot on my shirt from the wall. Hmm… this may turn out into a good idea; now, who to give this nice pleasure… hmm maybe Robin… or… My thoughts are interrupted as a notice a note on the floor.
Dear Robin
I hope you enjoy this little momento. Don't worry if this one becomes, shall we say, misplaced.
We know where to get more!
Have fun!
Mace and Qui
Mace and Qui… Mace and Qui, and stickiness and fluff. Now, I better find Robin, I bet she would love to get in on this.
Racing off to find Robin I start to notice bits of yellow fuzz flying around me. We can't have people getting the wrong idea! I need a new outfit. I take a sharp turn and soon I am back at my room, and back out again just as quickly, wearing a white tank top and super loose blue pants that are tied in at the ankles, for style. Oh the council will love that! But what do I care? They have already got me sent up to go to the outer rim. Soon, I see Robin at the other hall, running the other way. Of coarse, the always have to be running the other way. And I sprint after her.
To be continued in….Hyperspace Stars, the Saga Continues
