AN: I wrote this after I broke my finger and the Vikadins are REALLY
starting to mess with my mind. It may be a little bizarre, but nonetheless
entertaining. lol. Please read on.
Ch. 2
The trip to Kamino...
I stopped dead in my tracks. This CANNOT be real. How could dad punish me like this? What did I do to piss him off so much he would reek havoc on my life to this degree? I stared at my already packed suitcases. DAMN this sucks.
"Come on Boba, they're here," my father chimed merrily has he started packing things into Slave1.
I muttered curses under my breath and slowly moved my stuff to the elephant shaped ship and sat in the copilot seat. I started reading the owners manual for the umpteenth time when I heard a strange breathing sound from behind me. I tried to ignore it, but damn, she even snores when she's awake.
"PERSONAL SPACE! 6 FEET, PRONTO," I shouted as she gaped.
She stood there a little puzzled before asking "how mmuch iss 6 feet?"
I just shook my head and sighed as I got up. Damn. And it's a 2-week trip from here to Kamino. Maybe if I run away now I could escape and never ever come back. I thought for a second, well the circus is in town this week. I chuckled a bit at the thought of the great Boba Fett working at a mere circus.
It would surely beat staying here. I started for the exit when this hot lady came into the ship with my dad attached to her arm. HOLY SHIT that's her MOM?!?!
"Hey son, I want you to meet Meg." He introduced and then winked at me. Ohhhhh. Dad's bimbo hopping.
Jango started to show her to the command council and allowed her to sit in the copilot seat.
"HEY. THAT'S MY SEAT," I yelled as I ran in there flailing my arms wildly. Toby thought it looked cool so she joined in. I looked over at her, slightly agitated and grunted in disgust.
"Its her seat now," Jango stated while smiling at his new prize. I shuddered harshly. Anything that could have bared the Toby cant be all it seems.
"Why don't you take Meg's and Toby's stuff to the rooms," he said after an intimate kiss with a giggling Meg. I just turned and headed to the cargo bay. This is going to be a very interesting trip, and hopefully we run into some space Nazis or something. I chuckled to myself. Space Nazis, now that's a thought.
Toby followed me into the holding quarters where the trips overnight luggage was being held. I took two very large suitcases into Jango's room and threw them on the floor. I was just about to leave when Toby came into the room.
"Mmyouse knowse we have toooo stay in theeee samee rooooom together," she garbled, spitting and slobbering all over her N*SYNC shirt.
My eyes widened slightly and I almost went into shock as the words were coming out of her fat mouth. There is no way in cold hell I'm going to be in the same room as her overnight for 2 weeks.
She smiled a wicked smirk and brushed back her long, frizzy blonde hair. She turned to leave and tried to strut out of the room, but failed miserably. I cringed.
I finished moving all the luggage to the two rooms and slid down the wall to rest. I was exhausted already and I haven't even done that much work.
I sat there for a few minutes before I went into my room to read. Toby was in there, sitting on my bed listening to Britney Spears in her boxers and tank top. I suppressed vomiting and walked over to my chair and reading table and grabbed a book.
Then she started to sing.
"Mmyouse drives me krazie, I just cannt suleep. I'm soo excited I'm in toooo dweeep," she sang in a pitch that was the most ungodly of sounds. You could tell that she was tone deaf.
I left the room with a sleeping bag and locked myself in one of the prisoner cells and then continued to read. If this the only escape then so be it.
A few hours later I left the cell to get some rations. Little did I realize they had been devoured by a fat lard bucket named Toby. And all she left was sardines and turnips! I snuck over there and grabbed a can of fish and stomached it. Damn, it tasted like the body sweat of Toby, scraped off in the middle of august. That's it. I just went back to my cell and tried to sleep. Faint moans and grunts could be heard from my father's room. I smothered my face in pillow to try to kill myself. Hopefully it will all be over in the morning and I will have found that it was all a REALLY bad dream.
*** that night I had a dream that I was floating in space by myself in Slave1 wearing armor similar to Jango's, killing for survival. ***
Ch. 2
The trip to Kamino...
I stopped dead in my tracks. This CANNOT be real. How could dad punish me like this? What did I do to piss him off so much he would reek havoc on my life to this degree? I stared at my already packed suitcases. DAMN this sucks.
"Come on Boba, they're here," my father chimed merrily has he started packing things into Slave1.
I muttered curses under my breath and slowly moved my stuff to the elephant shaped ship and sat in the copilot seat. I started reading the owners manual for the umpteenth time when I heard a strange breathing sound from behind me. I tried to ignore it, but damn, she even snores when she's awake.
"PERSONAL SPACE! 6 FEET, PRONTO," I shouted as she gaped.
She stood there a little puzzled before asking "how mmuch iss 6 feet?"
I just shook my head and sighed as I got up. Damn. And it's a 2-week trip from here to Kamino. Maybe if I run away now I could escape and never ever come back. I thought for a second, well the circus is in town this week. I chuckled a bit at the thought of the great Boba Fett working at a mere circus.
It would surely beat staying here. I started for the exit when this hot lady came into the ship with my dad attached to her arm. HOLY SHIT that's her MOM?!?!
"Hey son, I want you to meet Meg." He introduced and then winked at me. Ohhhhh. Dad's bimbo hopping.
Jango started to show her to the command council and allowed her to sit in the copilot seat.
"HEY. THAT'S MY SEAT," I yelled as I ran in there flailing my arms wildly. Toby thought it looked cool so she joined in. I looked over at her, slightly agitated and grunted in disgust.
"Its her seat now," Jango stated while smiling at his new prize. I shuddered harshly. Anything that could have bared the Toby cant be all it seems.
"Why don't you take Meg's and Toby's stuff to the rooms," he said after an intimate kiss with a giggling Meg. I just turned and headed to the cargo bay. This is going to be a very interesting trip, and hopefully we run into some space Nazis or something. I chuckled to myself. Space Nazis, now that's a thought.
Toby followed me into the holding quarters where the trips overnight luggage was being held. I took two very large suitcases into Jango's room and threw them on the floor. I was just about to leave when Toby came into the room.
"Mmyouse knowse we have toooo stay in theeee samee rooooom together," she garbled, spitting and slobbering all over her N*SYNC shirt.
My eyes widened slightly and I almost went into shock as the words were coming out of her fat mouth. There is no way in cold hell I'm going to be in the same room as her overnight for 2 weeks.
She smiled a wicked smirk and brushed back her long, frizzy blonde hair. She turned to leave and tried to strut out of the room, but failed miserably. I cringed.
I finished moving all the luggage to the two rooms and slid down the wall to rest. I was exhausted already and I haven't even done that much work.
I sat there for a few minutes before I went into my room to read. Toby was in there, sitting on my bed listening to Britney Spears in her boxers and tank top. I suppressed vomiting and walked over to my chair and reading table and grabbed a book.
Then she started to sing.
"Mmyouse drives me krazie, I just cannt suleep. I'm soo excited I'm in toooo dweeep," she sang in a pitch that was the most ungodly of sounds. You could tell that she was tone deaf.
I left the room with a sleeping bag and locked myself in one of the prisoner cells and then continued to read. If this the only escape then so be it.
A few hours later I left the cell to get some rations. Little did I realize they had been devoured by a fat lard bucket named Toby. And all she left was sardines and turnips! I snuck over there and grabbed a can of fish and stomached it. Damn, it tasted like the body sweat of Toby, scraped off in the middle of august. That's it. I just went back to my cell and tried to sleep. Faint moans and grunts could be heard from my father's room. I smothered my face in pillow to try to kill myself. Hopefully it will all be over in the morning and I will have found that it was all a REALLY bad dream.
*** that night I had a dream that I was floating in space by myself in Slave1 wearing armor similar to Jango's, killing for survival. ***
