CHAPTER II-OF PEANUTS AND BARF BAGS
Meanwhile, back on the ship where the Dark people are. . .
Ding! seat belt sign on.
"Are we there yet?" whined one passenger. Frank, the unenviable man sitting next to him and also Pete's friend, rolled his eyes and looked away. Are we dead yet? he thought.
Frank remembered riding on these ships with Pete. That had been fun. He and Pete would joke the whole way, and the ride would go by quickly. But now Pete wasn't there. And the flight was taking forever.
"I said, are we there yet?"
"Hello, this is your pilot speaking. We are almost there, so stop whining.
"Please return to your seats. The seat belt sign has turned on, in case you were too stupid to notice. We will be landing in about ten minutes. Please turn off any electronic devices, and make sure all bags are safely stowed under the seat in front of you."
Thank goodness for that, Frank thought. He couldn't wait to get off this thing. Five minutes later, though.
"Uh, hi. This is your pilot speaking again. We've had a minor interruption: there are enemy ships shooting at us, so, uh, we may swerve and all a lot. Don't worry; we're just dodging laser rays. No biggie, you're perfectly safe."
The pilot did not sound convincing. In fact, he didn't sound convinced.
No one heard Frank groan because the compartment had just burst with talk.
"Lasers? I don't want to dodge lasers!" "Did they see us? How do they know?" "Wait a sec! I don't understand!" "Where the heck is my pen?"
His pen? Loser.
The ship suddenly began swerving. Baggage slid across the floor. So did a few people.
"What are you doing? You were supposed to have your seat belt on!"
"We were? I didn't know that."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT?"
Why weren't earplugs provided with peanuts? Couldn't everyone just shut up for a while? Suddenly the whole ship jerked horribly.
"Aaahhhh!!!!! That is DISGUSTING!!! Please use the barf bag! Jeez!"
The man in front decided not to turn around, but if he had he would have seen one poor guy barfing into a bag and puke all over the.I won't go into details.
Suddenly the whole ship was knocked off course. Those who glanced out their window (which shouldn't have even been there-one thin layer between passengers and space?) saw bits of spaceship twirling into space.
They had been hit.
"Uh, hi. This is your pilot again. Uh, don't panic. Everything is under control. Don't panic. We've just been shot by an enemy ship, that's all. Don't panic. And we're, uh, going to make an emergency landing, but, uh, we're okay. Don't worry." The pilot sounded terrified.
The front of the ship dipped, and they descended toward the surface of the planet.
Meanwhile, back wherever the Jedi are. . .
Patrick ran around like crazy. He sprinted into the room with the PA system, pressed the button, and yelled, "EVERYONE!! THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT SO YOU BETTER SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!!" People all over the building stuck their fingers in their ears. "WE ARE BEING ATTACKED BY THE DARK SIDE!!" That got the attention of people who didn't have their ears covered, and those people nudged the others to listen up. "WE ALREADY HAVE SHIPS OUT THERE TO FIGHT BACK. BUT EVERYONE NEEDS TO TAKE COVER IN A SAFE PLACE." People dived under tables. "Uh, that's all. Thanks. Bye."
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, thought Pete. How ironic is this? Here I am, on the enemy's planet, being attacked by my own team. And what could poor Pete do? Nothing. He thought of Frank. Frank would be able to think of something. But Frank wasn't here. Patrick ran back to the room where Julia was. As soon as he entered, she said, "Patrick, some of the Dark ships have been hit. They're landing here. So, uh, what are we supposed to do?"
Patrick paled. He was just the Faithful Assistant. Julia was the leader; she always knew what to do. If she didn't know what to do.no one else did.
Meanwhile, back on the ship where the Dark people are. . .
The ship bumped as it hit the surface. They rolled smoothly and calmly for a bit, until the front of the ship rammed into a tall cliff and it stopped moving promptly. Immediate pandemonium. Everyone aboard stood up and started collecting their bags. That is, bags of luggage and bags of peanuts that were leftover. Our new friend, Frank snatched up his belongings (never mind the peanuts) and headed for the exit as quickly as possible. There were already people packed around the door, and lots of people were pushing their way through. He wished everyone would stop talking and step aside so he could get through. After much squeezing and pushing, he eventually came out. When he was far enough from the exit that people stampeding out wouldn't hurt him, he looked around.
Frank's first thought was "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Translation: 'This is a really great planet. It's so pretty. I would really like to live here.'
The ship's nose was crumpled against a gargantuan, turquoise cliff that rose high into the air, casting a vast shadow onto the ground. Pink mineral paths snaked along the rock. Deep purple ivy-like plants with diamond-shaped leaves grew from the small ledges and twisted, snake-like down, clutching the brilliant rock-face. Water trickled down a path in the stone, falling to the ground and running past piles of bright orange sand. Small creatures swam in the water, spiny and rather fierce-looking besides being three inches long. Actually, they were pretty cute.
"Hey, little guys," Frank cooed, sticking his finger in the water and stroking the little fish.
The small, harmless-looking creatures looked up at him and he saw that their tiny beady eyes were angry. They bared their little fangs, and the one Frank had been trying to caress dug its little teeth into his finger!
Frank yelped and jumped back, sitting down hard. He looked around to make sure no one had seen, then stood up and brushed himself off, trying to regain his injured dignity. Glaring at the fish, which were now swimming peacefully once more, he turned toward the spaceship.
The last people were stumbling out, dragging their belongings. Everyone else was milling about: some were sitting on the sand, gingerly touching their knees where people had shoved them onto the ground in their haste; groups of 'soldiers' sat around chatting and laughing; one guy sat eating his peanuts. Frank rolled his eyes.
"WHAT DO YOU FOOLS THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Frank whirled around. There was S. Maul, followed closely by Darth Nix. Behind them he could see the rest of their starship fleet. Curious faces peered through the glass.
The pilot rushed up to S. Maul to-try to-explain.
"Youseewewereshotandtheshipjustcouldn'ttakeitandweneededtomakeaneme- rgencylandingandI'mveryverysor-"
"Why are you sitting around? Move! We don't have time for this!" Shopping Maul's face was flushed with rage.
Nix said tentatively, "Um, you know, Shopping Maul, we do sort of need a break. We've been flying for a very long time an-"
"No we do not!" S. Maul burst out. " No breaks! Work, work, work!" My gosh, if looks could kill.
"What would you have us do?" the pilot asked cautiously.
"Leave the hurt ship. It is useless. Divide your men among the remaining ships. We need to continue with this operation." Shopping Maul glared at him, and he hopped to.
"Uh, hey guys?" the pilot said. A person next to him nudged him and handed him a bullhorn. "Thanks," whispered the pilot.
Then he spoke into the little hole and the entire 'camp' heard him: "Okay, people," he announced, "you guys all need to load up into the other ships. Now." He looked around to see if he was being obeyed. The 'soldiers' sat, staring at him stupidly. "Come on, guys!" he said hopelessly. "Go! Now! Please?"
Nothing but blank stares.
"MOVE!!" he roared. And move they did.
The entire camp was suddenly scurrying about. Those who were organized carried their bags and boarded other ships. Some people ran back onto the ruined ship for things they had left behind. People scooped up theirs and others' scattered belongings, shoving them into bags and briefcases. Pens, pencils, wallets. No one had very many things, to begin with, but some had none by the end.
Frank realized his favorite pair of sunglasses was missing. He ran around trying to find them; in other people's bags, in the sand, behind the ship. He ran frantically onto the ruined ship, knowing there wasn't much time left.
Finally all the little useless articles had been claimed (in some cases by their rightful owners) and people boarded the other ships.
"Finally! Let's go," said S. Maul.
There was an enormous roar as the three remaining spaceships took off into the air, and began to fly toward the Jedi base. Frank came running desperately from inside the wounded ship (with his sunglasses, yes). "No!! Wait! Please wait for me!" he said, waving his arms in the air. "Please come back."
The sound slowly faded as the ships disappeared.
This is unbelievable. Here's Frank, alone, on the enemy's planet. That's great. Just great.
Oh my gosh, thought Frank. This is unbelievable. Here I am, alone, on the enemy's planet. This is great. Just great. He looked around him. He saw the brilliant cliff-face, the piles of sand, the useless ship, and the killer goldfish. What am I supposed to do now? I could try to go to the Jedi base on foot; I could sit here and rot; or I could feed myself to the killer goldfish in the little creek so conveniently placed here. The more he thought about it, the more obvious it became: he had no choice but to walk to the Jedi place. He didn't know how far it was, but he would just walk in the direction the ships had gone.
Reluctantly, he put on his sunglasses, made sure the rest of his belongings were in his briefcase, gathered all the peanut packets he could from inside the plane, and just started walking.
He gazed up at the trail the ships had left in the sky-and tripped over a little rock and fell on his face. He sat up, spitting grains of sand onto the ground. This is going to be a very, very long trip, he thought.
Step, step, step.I wish I were in the ship right now. Step, step.I'd be eating peanuts, step, step, step, step.or sleeping, step, step.or anything.
Finally, the sun began to slip beneath the horizon, and Frank sat on the sand. There was no creek here, and therefore no killer goldfish, thankfully. Frank took a jacket out of his pack and put it over his body. He lay awake, the sky became dark, stars came out. The same stars he had seen from-dang stars!! Finally Frank fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was still dark. Nothing was happening. What time is it? thought Frank. He didn't have a watch. Half past the freckle were the words that came to his mind, but they didn't really help him at all. Look, a sheep! Two! Three! Four sheep! Five! And a llama! Oh my gosh, I am going insane, aren't I?
Yes.
Okay, just checking. Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Thank you for reading my story! I think you are strong for finishing, some people would give up. I have removed and uploaded and removed and uploaded this story so many times I am getting very, very good at it. And that's how my reviews get deleted. (I used to have some, but I removed that story so I could upload it again nearly the same way, and the reviews were gone forever.) Please, please review!! It makes me so happy. And I apologize for those few little stupid typos. :(
DISCLAIMER: No, seriously, I own Star Wars and the Death Star and Darth Maul.ha ha ha. However, Shopping Maul, Darth Nix, Frank, Pete, Patrick, Homer, and all those little people belong to. . .THE DARTH NIX FAN CLUB; Wesley, Emilys J&F, Sarah, and Kaeira.
So that's it, bye!
Meanwhile, back on the ship where the Dark people are. . .
Ding! seat belt sign on.
"Are we there yet?" whined one passenger. Frank, the unenviable man sitting next to him and also Pete's friend, rolled his eyes and looked away. Are we dead yet? he thought.
Frank remembered riding on these ships with Pete. That had been fun. He and Pete would joke the whole way, and the ride would go by quickly. But now Pete wasn't there. And the flight was taking forever.
"I said, are we there yet?"
"Hello, this is your pilot speaking. We are almost there, so stop whining.
"Please return to your seats. The seat belt sign has turned on, in case you were too stupid to notice. We will be landing in about ten minutes. Please turn off any electronic devices, and make sure all bags are safely stowed under the seat in front of you."
Thank goodness for that, Frank thought. He couldn't wait to get off this thing. Five minutes later, though.
"Uh, hi. This is your pilot speaking again. We've had a minor interruption: there are enemy ships shooting at us, so, uh, we may swerve and all a lot. Don't worry; we're just dodging laser rays. No biggie, you're perfectly safe."
The pilot did not sound convincing. In fact, he didn't sound convinced.
No one heard Frank groan because the compartment had just burst with talk.
"Lasers? I don't want to dodge lasers!" "Did they see us? How do they know?" "Wait a sec! I don't understand!" "Where the heck is my pen?"
His pen? Loser.
The ship suddenly began swerving. Baggage slid across the floor. So did a few people.
"What are you doing? You were supposed to have your seat belt on!"
"We were? I didn't know that."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT?"
Why weren't earplugs provided with peanuts? Couldn't everyone just shut up for a while? Suddenly the whole ship jerked horribly.
"Aaahhhh!!!!! That is DISGUSTING!!! Please use the barf bag! Jeez!"
The man in front decided not to turn around, but if he had he would have seen one poor guy barfing into a bag and puke all over the.I won't go into details.
Suddenly the whole ship was knocked off course. Those who glanced out their window (which shouldn't have even been there-one thin layer between passengers and space?) saw bits of spaceship twirling into space.
They had been hit.
"Uh, hi. This is your pilot again. Uh, don't panic. Everything is under control. Don't panic. We've just been shot by an enemy ship, that's all. Don't panic. And we're, uh, going to make an emergency landing, but, uh, we're okay. Don't worry." The pilot sounded terrified.
The front of the ship dipped, and they descended toward the surface of the planet.
Meanwhile, back wherever the Jedi are. . .
Patrick ran around like crazy. He sprinted into the room with the PA system, pressed the button, and yelled, "EVERYONE!! THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT SO YOU BETTER SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!!" People all over the building stuck their fingers in their ears. "WE ARE BEING ATTACKED BY THE DARK SIDE!!" That got the attention of people who didn't have their ears covered, and those people nudged the others to listen up. "WE ALREADY HAVE SHIPS OUT THERE TO FIGHT BACK. BUT EVERYONE NEEDS TO TAKE COVER IN A SAFE PLACE." People dived under tables. "Uh, that's all. Thanks. Bye."
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, thought Pete. How ironic is this? Here I am, on the enemy's planet, being attacked by my own team. And what could poor Pete do? Nothing. He thought of Frank. Frank would be able to think of something. But Frank wasn't here. Patrick ran back to the room where Julia was. As soon as he entered, she said, "Patrick, some of the Dark ships have been hit. They're landing here. So, uh, what are we supposed to do?"
Patrick paled. He was just the Faithful Assistant. Julia was the leader; she always knew what to do. If she didn't know what to do.no one else did.
Meanwhile, back on the ship where the Dark people are. . .
The ship bumped as it hit the surface. They rolled smoothly and calmly for a bit, until the front of the ship rammed into a tall cliff and it stopped moving promptly. Immediate pandemonium. Everyone aboard stood up and started collecting their bags. That is, bags of luggage and bags of peanuts that were leftover. Our new friend, Frank snatched up his belongings (never mind the peanuts) and headed for the exit as quickly as possible. There were already people packed around the door, and lots of people were pushing their way through. He wished everyone would stop talking and step aside so he could get through. After much squeezing and pushing, he eventually came out. When he was far enough from the exit that people stampeding out wouldn't hurt him, he looked around.
Frank's first thought was "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Translation: 'This is a really great planet. It's so pretty. I would really like to live here.'
The ship's nose was crumpled against a gargantuan, turquoise cliff that rose high into the air, casting a vast shadow onto the ground. Pink mineral paths snaked along the rock. Deep purple ivy-like plants with diamond-shaped leaves grew from the small ledges and twisted, snake-like down, clutching the brilliant rock-face. Water trickled down a path in the stone, falling to the ground and running past piles of bright orange sand. Small creatures swam in the water, spiny and rather fierce-looking besides being three inches long. Actually, they were pretty cute.
"Hey, little guys," Frank cooed, sticking his finger in the water and stroking the little fish.
The small, harmless-looking creatures looked up at him and he saw that their tiny beady eyes were angry. They bared their little fangs, and the one Frank had been trying to caress dug its little teeth into his finger!
Frank yelped and jumped back, sitting down hard. He looked around to make sure no one had seen, then stood up and brushed himself off, trying to regain his injured dignity. Glaring at the fish, which were now swimming peacefully once more, he turned toward the spaceship.
The last people were stumbling out, dragging their belongings. Everyone else was milling about: some were sitting on the sand, gingerly touching their knees where people had shoved them onto the ground in their haste; groups of 'soldiers' sat around chatting and laughing; one guy sat eating his peanuts. Frank rolled his eyes.
"WHAT DO YOU FOOLS THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Frank whirled around. There was S. Maul, followed closely by Darth Nix. Behind them he could see the rest of their starship fleet. Curious faces peered through the glass.
The pilot rushed up to S. Maul to-try to-explain.
"Youseewewereshotandtheshipjustcouldn'ttakeitandweneededtomakeaneme- rgencylandingandI'mveryverysor-"
"Why are you sitting around? Move! We don't have time for this!" Shopping Maul's face was flushed with rage.
Nix said tentatively, "Um, you know, Shopping Maul, we do sort of need a break. We've been flying for a very long time an-"
"No we do not!" S. Maul burst out. " No breaks! Work, work, work!" My gosh, if looks could kill.
"What would you have us do?" the pilot asked cautiously.
"Leave the hurt ship. It is useless. Divide your men among the remaining ships. We need to continue with this operation." Shopping Maul glared at him, and he hopped to.
"Uh, hey guys?" the pilot said. A person next to him nudged him and handed him a bullhorn. "Thanks," whispered the pilot.
Then he spoke into the little hole and the entire 'camp' heard him: "Okay, people," he announced, "you guys all need to load up into the other ships. Now." He looked around to see if he was being obeyed. The 'soldiers' sat, staring at him stupidly. "Come on, guys!" he said hopelessly. "Go! Now! Please?"
Nothing but blank stares.
"MOVE!!" he roared. And move they did.
The entire camp was suddenly scurrying about. Those who were organized carried their bags and boarded other ships. Some people ran back onto the ruined ship for things they had left behind. People scooped up theirs and others' scattered belongings, shoving them into bags and briefcases. Pens, pencils, wallets. No one had very many things, to begin with, but some had none by the end.
Frank realized his favorite pair of sunglasses was missing. He ran around trying to find them; in other people's bags, in the sand, behind the ship. He ran frantically onto the ruined ship, knowing there wasn't much time left.
Finally all the little useless articles had been claimed (in some cases by their rightful owners) and people boarded the other ships.
"Finally! Let's go," said S. Maul.
There was an enormous roar as the three remaining spaceships took off into the air, and began to fly toward the Jedi base. Frank came running desperately from inside the wounded ship (with his sunglasses, yes). "No!! Wait! Please wait for me!" he said, waving his arms in the air. "Please come back."
The sound slowly faded as the ships disappeared.
This is unbelievable. Here's Frank, alone, on the enemy's planet. That's great. Just great.
Oh my gosh, thought Frank. This is unbelievable. Here I am, alone, on the enemy's planet. This is great. Just great. He looked around him. He saw the brilliant cliff-face, the piles of sand, the useless ship, and the killer goldfish. What am I supposed to do now? I could try to go to the Jedi base on foot; I could sit here and rot; or I could feed myself to the killer goldfish in the little creek so conveniently placed here. The more he thought about it, the more obvious it became: he had no choice but to walk to the Jedi place. He didn't know how far it was, but he would just walk in the direction the ships had gone.
Reluctantly, he put on his sunglasses, made sure the rest of his belongings were in his briefcase, gathered all the peanut packets he could from inside the plane, and just started walking.
He gazed up at the trail the ships had left in the sky-and tripped over a little rock and fell on his face. He sat up, spitting grains of sand onto the ground. This is going to be a very, very long trip, he thought.
Step, step, step.I wish I were in the ship right now. Step, step.I'd be eating peanuts, step, step, step, step.or sleeping, step, step.or anything.
Finally, the sun began to slip beneath the horizon, and Frank sat on the sand. There was no creek here, and therefore no killer goldfish, thankfully. Frank took a jacket out of his pack and put it over his body. He lay awake, the sky became dark, stars came out. The same stars he had seen from-dang stars!! Finally Frank fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was still dark. Nothing was happening. What time is it? thought Frank. He didn't have a watch. Half past the freckle were the words that came to his mind, but they didn't really help him at all. Look, a sheep! Two! Three! Four sheep! Five! And a llama! Oh my gosh, I am going insane, aren't I?
Yes.
Okay, just checking. Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Thank you for reading my story! I think you are strong for finishing, some people would give up. I have removed and uploaded and removed and uploaded this story so many times I am getting very, very good at it. And that's how my reviews get deleted. (I used to have some, but I removed that story so I could upload it again nearly the same way, and the reviews were gone forever.) Please, please review!! It makes me so happy. And I apologize for those few little stupid typos. :(
DISCLAIMER: No, seriously, I own Star Wars and the Death Star and Darth Maul.ha ha ha. However, Shopping Maul, Darth Nix, Frank, Pete, Patrick, Homer, and all those little people belong to. . .THE DARTH NIX FAN CLUB; Wesley, Emilys J&F, Sarah, and Kaeira.
So that's it, bye!