*** (Getting tired of these yet?)
CHAPTER EIGHT: Can someone please get me some more Slurpee? My brain isn't working right now.
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Author's Note: Don't forget to review this thing! I'm taking suggestions for the reward and immunity challenges. All ideas appreciated! Comments, too!
***
I finally got rid of C-3PO! Apparently his programming influenced my word processor to put him in every scene.
At Sandburrow (let's start here for a change), Jacen's (or Anakin's, can't remember who's) belly button lint collection was growing by the minute…
Er, not a very good start. So, at the Sandburrow camp, Luke was quite…eh, elated?
Okay, who's been messing with my computer again, huh? Only C-3PO talks this junk! Jeez… *talking to computer* YOU'D BETTER STOP LISTENING TO THAT STUPID DROID OR ELSE I'M RETURNING YOU TO COMP USA AND REPLACING YOU WITH A NEW ONE, UNDERSTAND?
*Computer* Beep, beep, twop.
Oh, no, Not…
Beep, Tweet!
STUPID DROID COUNTERPART R2-D2! WHY MUST YOU TALK TO MY COMPUTER LIKE THIS? *Bangs head against monitor*
Twot?
OH, BE QUIET! OR ELSE I'LL GET A NEW COMPUTER! A BRAND NEW ONE, THEN PUT YOU IN THE GARBAGE BIN OUTSIDE!
Beet?
Yes, I KNOW it's garbage day on Thursday. Now shut up and work properly!
*No answer.*
Better.
Going back to my story. Luke was skipping over to the campfire, which was quite unusual since he would stay in his tent and wait for the others to finish on other days. On all other days.
"Hi, Dad!" He said eh… joyfully.
"Morning, uh, son."
"Hi, Honey!" He told Mara.
"Hello, Luke."
"Hi, Jacen!"
"Hi, Uncle Luke."
"Hi—"
"Morning, Uncle Luke," Anakin interrupted.
"Why are you so happy on this normal, boring day?" Vader asked.
"Jedi must not be sad! Sadness leads to fear, fear leads to…"
"Yeah, we get it, Uncle Luke," Jacen finished.
Luke scratched his head. "Uh, okay. What are we having for breakfast?"
"Rice," all four announced simultaneously.
"Lunch?"
"Rice," they said together again.
"Don't tell me. Dinner…"
"Rice."
Luke just sighed.
"Sorry," they all said.
"I'm going to win this game," Anakin remarked.
"Right, and I'm a yoga instructor." Jacen chewed on his breakfast.
"Jacen!" Luke bolted upright. "It's YODA, not yoga! And it is THE Yoda. There is only ONE Yoda!"
Suddenly, Yoda appeared out of nowhere, ganged up on our Jedi Master Luke here, then started beating him with his gimmer stick.
"Stupid Jedi you are!" he scolded, green ears twitching. " An embarrassment to the Jedi you are!"
"Ow, ow, ow! What'd you do THAT for, Master Yoda? You're dead, aren't you?"
"In this part of this fic I am not!" Pausing the beating, he took a spot next to Luke.
"Then why'd you call me 'stupid'? I do hear that word very often."
Yoda hit him on his head twice. "Idiot you are! Speaking of YOGA Jacen is!"
"But Master…"
"See? Do for you Yoga I shall!" Yoda then put down his stick, then positioned himself on a mat. A disco ball floated in the air, and with a snap of his fingers, Yoda was doing his version of John Travolta's 'Stayin' Alive'.
"But Master!" Luke shouted through the music. "Is this not what they call 'disco'?"
"So what? Hmm? Disco I like!" Then he started… breakdancing on his head?
"Cool! I wanna learn how to do that too, Yoda!" Anakin yelled.
"Bald you must be! Slippery with hair it is!"
"Oh. Maybe when I'm older."
Then the music stopped, the disco ball disappeared, and Yoda had the stick in his hand again. "Luke! Stupid Jedi you are! Not Yoda Yoga is!'
He hit Luke again on the head then walked to a dark place with fog and lights and trees and disappeared.
Luke was massaging his head when he noticed Mara, Jacen, Anakin, and maybe his dad looking at him.
"Am I glad I'm not you, Uncle Luke." Jacen remarked.
"I'm used to it. Hey, author person," he said to me. "Where'd that all come from?"
"I don't know. I'm bored with this fic."
"But I am Jedi! Jedi are never boring!"
"For the billionth time, Luke, I KNOW you're a Jedi!"
"Well, that's really the second time I heard it."
"Who's counting?"
"I am. And Jedi do know math."
"Stupid Jedi," I grumbled.
"I am NOT stupid! I am…"
"Jedi! I know!"
"Then I am not stupid."
"FOR THE LOVE OF DROIDS!"
"You love droids?"
"No! Just get back to your own… tribe!"
"Okay."
And they ate breakfast and left me alone. There. Now let's flash over to Norub, shall we?
***
Over at the Norub camp, Gavin and Jaina were still receiving the cold shoulder from one another, and they were one less, with Jabba gone.
"Han," Leia called to her still snoring husband. "We have to go to the waterhole"
"Hmm?" Han yawned and stretched as Leia waited at their tent's entrance.
"Come on. Your pal Boba Fett has got some issues."
"Like what?" He said sleepily, getting up and rubbing his head.
"Tell you later. On the way," she explained in a low voice. The next sentence was more of a whisper. "Gavin might hear us."
"Okay."
At the waterhole, they found Bob, Jaina and Chewie waiting. Gavin was still sleeping.
"What is it, Bob?" Han asked Fett.
"I got a problem, Solo," he complained sheepishly.
"I know that, but what is it?"
"Well, you know, Gavin's left…"
Jaina smiled at this.
"…what if we have to vote off one of our own before the.. er… merger?"
"We won't," Jaina stepped forward. "When ten people are left, we merge."
"Okay. Just making sure you guys won't vote me off or anything."
"Sith spit!"
"Leia, what is it?"
"After this, I'm supposed to go on 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire'."
"What?"
"A game show."
"So?"
"I haven't reviewed on earth history!"
"Who needs history?"
Leia glared at Han. "I do."
Han knew better than to object, so he just kept his mouth shut.
"Do you want us to vote you off?" Jaina asked, sort of perplexed.
'No."
"Then what do you want?" Bob added.
"Nothing."
"Okay."
***
Uh, okay, so Norub was sort of boring. But at least we got to see Yoda breakdance! Er, I guess that's a good thing…
I'm a little short on this chapter, so let's flash back to the Sandburrow camp…
***
Location: Sandburrow
Date: Chapter Eight
Time: A few hours after Yoda breakdanced
Jacen peered through his uncle's tent where Luke was taking a nap. "Uncle Luke?"
Luke awoke quickly. "What is it, Jacen?"
"I need to speak to you."
"Right now?"
"Yes. Come with me." He led his uncle to a secluded spot with many trees around. After making sure no one could see or hear them, he started. "Uncle Luke, I've got a brilliant idea."
"What?"
"If you never vote for me, I'll never vote for you. That way, we both get into the final two."
"Alright. Is that a good thing?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?" Luke scratched his head.
"Yes."
"But what if you run for chief of state someday? Should I still not vote for you?"
"No, no! I mean, yes! Or… eh, whatever. Just don't vote for me in this game, but in other matters… that would be different."
"Okay. Does that mean I still vote for you if you run for chief of state?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"I can see it now… Chief of State Jacen Solo! You will lead the New Republic…"
"Uncle Luke!" he interrupted. "I'm not running for chief of state!"
"But you said…"
"No, no, you got it all wrong…"
"Jacen, I am a Jedi Master. I may be wrong in little things, but not in ALL things."
Jacen shook his head and smiled to himself. "I mean… oh, never mind. Just, what do you think?"
"Of what?"
"Of our deal!"
"What deal?"
"If you won't vote for me, I won't vote for you."
"I think it's good."
"So you agree?"
"I would suppose."
"Good. Let's get back to camp. They might suspect something."
"Suspect what, Jacen?"
"That we've got a deal going on."
"But this deal is done, not going on."
"Forget it, Uncle Luke. Just keep it a secret."
"If I forget it, how can I remember it as a secret?"
"Never mind," he replied, pulling Luke towards the direction of their camp.
"How can I 'never' mind, when I use my 'mind' in everything I do?"
"Come on, Uncle Luke!"
"Anakin, come here." Jacen called to his sibling.
"Why?"
"Just because."
Anakin hesitantly got up from his spot and walked over to his brother.
"Anakin," Jacen whispered. "Come with me."
"Oh, no you don't!" He got up and walked away.
"Wait, Anakin!"
"What?"
"I need to show you something!"
"Fine. Just don't bother me any more."
"Alright." He led his sibling to the same spot he and his uncle were just an hour ago. There waiting were Luke and Mara.
"Okay, Jacen, what is it this time? I know you and Uncle Luke have an alliance going on. Don't hide it from me." Anakin glared at his older brother until he looked away.
Luke flinched.
"I admit it! But the real reason I wanted all four of you here is because I want ALL of us in the Final Four. Until then, we never vote for each other."
"Yeah, I hear the merger's coming up after the next Tribal Council," Mara said.
Jacen smiled at his aunt. "My whole point. When and IF we all get to the Final Four, we allow fate to decide then."
"Deal," the three others announced unanimously. Well, almost. Luke was a little late because he didn't know he was supposed to say that.
***
"Welcome to the immunity challenge, teams!" Jeft Proast announced. "Since all our producers have writer's block because the author made them have it because she has it too, we will not be playing the reward challenges for a while. Please bear with us."
A couple of groans erupted. (Jeez, these people groan a lot, don't they?)
"And of course no one is putting up suggestions for the challenges yet, we will be playing a simple game of question and answer today. Norub, you still have one team member, so whoever you think is dumbest must sit out."
Much to his objection, Chewbacca sat out.
"All right teams, it goes like this. One member of your team will step up, one at a time, to go against another member of the other tribe. I will ask you a question, which, thankfully, is not about Regis Philbin, Kathy Lee, or Bill Gates. The author used up all our paper trying to think of a game, so you'll have to signal first.
"Norub, your signal is three or more 'beep's. Sandburrow, yours is three or more 'clang's. Don't blame me if they sound weird, because it's not my fault."
"Hey!" Han shouted. "That's MY line!"
"Whatever. Anyway, choose your wisest members to go first, because this challenge is best of five questions. If you read the manual on the yacht on the way," he glared at Luke, "then you should know the answers to the next questions. If you didn't, well, that's too bad for you. You goes first?"
Norub picked Leia, and Sandburrow picked Mara.
"First question." He paused for a moment, then said, "Who wrote this question? I can't ask you this!"
"Just ask it, Proast!" Mara said loudly.
"Okay, uh, name one of the Backstreet Boys."
"The Backstreet WHO?" Leia asked.
"The Backstreet BOYS!"
Mara sounded first. "Clang, clang, clang," she signaled dryly.
"Sanburrow."
"Lyle?"
"No. Norub?"
"Uh…" Leia's voice trailed off. "Thrawn?"
Jeft sighed. "No. Next question. Who… oh, goodness. Ley me make a correction. It doesn't matter whether or not you read the pamphlet. You probably won't know the answer to the next question. Oh well. Who won the 2000 and 2001 NBA season?"
Both women were perplexed, so Jeft threw the cards over his shoulder then gripped his palms together. "That didn't, and won't work, so let me ask you a tiebreaker question. What's Luke's nickname?"
"Oh! I know! CLANG CLANG CLANG!"
"Yes, Sandburrow?"
"Farmboy." The three Solo kids were snickering and Luke stepped back.
"Correct."
"Yes!" Mara yelled in victory, and Leia shook her hand. By now the three Solo kids were laughing hysterically along with Boba Fett. Luke was studying the dirt at his feet.
***
"Welcome to Tribal Council, Norub," Jeft said. "Finally."
Short "hello's" were heard as the members at down.
"Chewbacca, how's the uh, gas coming along?"
"Mind your own business, Proast."
"Hey, not my fault. Blame the producers. "
"That's MY line!" Han said again.
"Okay, okay."
"How'd you know Uncle Luke's… nickname?" Jaina asked, obviously trying to keep herself from laughing.
"Oh, the author put it in my head."
"Okay."
"It's voting time. Leia, you go first."
As she spoke to the camera, she revealed her vote. "Gavin, you have to go. A promise is a promise."
Then went Han, Bob, Chewie, and Jaina. Gavin was last.
"Jaina Solo," he said, revealing his vote, "I might not be able to get you off the squadron, but I am determined to get you off this game."
Jeft came out with the votes. "Once the votes are read, the decision is final."
He unfolded the first vote as the weird Survivor music plays. "First vote, Gavin. Second vote, Jaina. That's one vote each for Jaina and Gavin. Third vote, Gavin, fourth vote, Gavin, fifth vote, Gavin, last and deciding vote, Gavin."
Gavin stood up, but before he took his torch to Jeft, he turned to Bob and sneered at him. "Traitor," he called. Then his fire was doused.
"Members of Norub, unlike on Survivor Africa…" Jeft started, until he was interrupted by Bob.
"What's Africa?"
Jeft ignored the bounty hunter. "… you will not be trading members on teams. If we did that, people would not be too shocked. The merger may or may not come in three days.
***
I hope this chapter wasn't too boring. I've got really cool ideas that I want to use, but I want to use them in the next chapters, so… hope you don't get too mad at me! Chapters nine and ten coming up very soon… it's merger time!
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CHAPTER EIGHT: Can someone please get me some more Slurpee? My brain isn't working right now.
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Author's Note: Don't forget to review this thing! I'm taking suggestions for the reward and immunity challenges. All ideas appreciated! Comments, too!
***
I finally got rid of C-3PO! Apparently his programming influenced my word processor to put him in every scene.
At Sandburrow (let's start here for a change), Jacen's (or Anakin's, can't remember who's) belly button lint collection was growing by the minute…
Er, not a very good start. So, at the Sandburrow camp, Luke was quite…eh, elated?
Okay, who's been messing with my computer again, huh? Only C-3PO talks this junk! Jeez… *talking to computer* YOU'D BETTER STOP LISTENING TO THAT STUPID DROID OR ELSE I'M RETURNING YOU TO COMP USA AND REPLACING YOU WITH A NEW ONE, UNDERSTAND?
*Computer* Beep, beep, twop.
Oh, no, Not…
Beep, Tweet!
STUPID DROID COUNTERPART R2-D2! WHY MUST YOU TALK TO MY COMPUTER LIKE THIS? *Bangs head against monitor*
Twot?
OH, BE QUIET! OR ELSE I'LL GET A NEW COMPUTER! A BRAND NEW ONE, THEN PUT YOU IN THE GARBAGE BIN OUTSIDE!
Beet?
Yes, I KNOW it's garbage day on Thursday. Now shut up and work properly!
*No answer.*
Better.
Going back to my story. Luke was skipping over to the campfire, which was quite unusual since he would stay in his tent and wait for the others to finish on other days. On all other days.
"Hi, Dad!" He said eh… joyfully.
"Morning, uh, son."
"Hi, Honey!" He told Mara.
"Hello, Luke."
"Hi, Jacen!"
"Hi, Uncle Luke."
"Hi—"
"Morning, Uncle Luke," Anakin interrupted.
"Why are you so happy on this normal, boring day?" Vader asked.
"Jedi must not be sad! Sadness leads to fear, fear leads to…"
"Yeah, we get it, Uncle Luke," Jacen finished.
Luke scratched his head. "Uh, okay. What are we having for breakfast?"
"Rice," all four announced simultaneously.
"Lunch?"
"Rice," they said together again.
"Don't tell me. Dinner…"
"Rice."
Luke just sighed.
"Sorry," they all said.
"I'm going to win this game," Anakin remarked.
"Right, and I'm a yoga instructor." Jacen chewed on his breakfast.
"Jacen!" Luke bolted upright. "It's YODA, not yoga! And it is THE Yoda. There is only ONE Yoda!"
Suddenly, Yoda appeared out of nowhere, ganged up on our Jedi Master Luke here, then started beating him with his gimmer stick.
"Stupid Jedi you are!" he scolded, green ears twitching. " An embarrassment to the Jedi you are!"
"Ow, ow, ow! What'd you do THAT for, Master Yoda? You're dead, aren't you?"
"In this part of this fic I am not!" Pausing the beating, he took a spot next to Luke.
"Then why'd you call me 'stupid'? I do hear that word very often."
Yoda hit him on his head twice. "Idiot you are! Speaking of YOGA Jacen is!"
"But Master…"
"See? Do for you Yoga I shall!" Yoda then put down his stick, then positioned himself on a mat. A disco ball floated in the air, and with a snap of his fingers, Yoda was doing his version of John Travolta's 'Stayin' Alive'.
"But Master!" Luke shouted through the music. "Is this not what they call 'disco'?"
"So what? Hmm? Disco I like!" Then he started… breakdancing on his head?
"Cool! I wanna learn how to do that too, Yoda!" Anakin yelled.
"Bald you must be! Slippery with hair it is!"
"Oh. Maybe when I'm older."
Then the music stopped, the disco ball disappeared, and Yoda had the stick in his hand again. "Luke! Stupid Jedi you are! Not Yoda Yoga is!'
He hit Luke again on the head then walked to a dark place with fog and lights and trees and disappeared.
Luke was massaging his head when he noticed Mara, Jacen, Anakin, and maybe his dad looking at him.
"Am I glad I'm not you, Uncle Luke." Jacen remarked.
"I'm used to it. Hey, author person," he said to me. "Where'd that all come from?"
"I don't know. I'm bored with this fic."
"But I am Jedi! Jedi are never boring!"
"For the billionth time, Luke, I KNOW you're a Jedi!"
"Well, that's really the second time I heard it."
"Who's counting?"
"I am. And Jedi do know math."
"Stupid Jedi," I grumbled.
"I am NOT stupid! I am…"
"Jedi! I know!"
"Then I am not stupid."
"FOR THE LOVE OF DROIDS!"
"You love droids?"
"No! Just get back to your own… tribe!"
"Okay."
And they ate breakfast and left me alone. There. Now let's flash over to Norub, shall we?
***
Over at the Norub camp, Gavin and Jaina were still receiving the cold shoulder from one another, and they were one less, with Jabba gone.
"Han," Leia called to her still snoring husband. "We have to go to the waterhole"
"Hmm?" Han yawned and stretched as Leia waited at their tent's entrance.
"Come on. Your pal Boba Fett has got some issues."
"Like what?" He said sleepily, getting up and rubbing his head.
"Tell you later. On the way," she explained in a low voice. The next sentence was more of a whisper. "Gavin might hear us."
"Okay."
At the waterhole, they found Bob, Jaina and Chewie waiting. Gavin was still sleeping.
"What is it, Bob?" Han asked Fett.
"I got a problem, Solo," he complained sheepishly.
"I know that, but what is it?"
"Well, you know, Gavin's left…"
Jaina smiled at this.
"…what if we have to vote off one of our own before the.. er… merger?"
"We won't," Jaina stepped forward. "When ten people are left, we merge."
"Okay. Just making sure you guys won't vote me off or anything."
"Sith spit!"
"Leia, what is it?"
"After this, I'm supposed to go on 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire'."
"What?"
"A game show."
"So?"
"I haven't reviewed on earth history!"
"Who needs history?"
Leia glared at Han. "I do."
Han knew better than to object, so he just kept his mouth shut.
"Do you want us to vote you off?" Jaina asked, sort of perplexed.
'No."
"Then what do you want?" Bob added.
"Nothing."
"Okay."
***
Uh, okay, so Norub was sort of boring. But at least we got to see Yoda breakdance! Er, I guess that's a good thing…
I'm a little short on this chapter, so let's flash back to the Sandburrow camp…
***
Location: Sandburrow
Date: Chapter Eight
Time: A few hours after Yoda breakdanced
Jacen peered through his uncle's tent where Luke was taking a nap. "Uncle Luke?"
Luke awoke quickly. "What is it, Jacen?"
"I need to speak to you."
"Right now?"
"Yes. Come with me." He led his uncle to a secluded spot with many trees around. After making sure no one could see or hear them, he started. "Uncle Luke, I've got a brilliant idea."
"What?"
"If you never vote for me, I'll never vote for you. That way, we both get into the final two."
"Alright. Is that a good thing?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?" Luke scratched his head.
"Yes."
"But what if you run for chief of state someday? Should I still not vote for you?"
"No, no! I mean, yes! Or… eh, whatever. Just don't vote for me in this game, but in other matters… that would be different."
"Okay. Does that mean I still vote for you if you run for chief of state?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"I can see it now… Chief of State Jacen Solo! You will lead the New Republic…"
"Uncle Luke!" he interrupted. "I'm not running for chief of state!"
"But you said…"
"No, no, you got it all wrong…"
"Jacen, I am a Jedi Master. I may be wrong in little things, but not in ALL things."
Jacen shook his head and smiled to himself. "I mean… oh, never mind. Just, what do you think?"
"Of what?"
"Of our deal!"
"What deal?"
"If you won't vote for me, I won't vote for you."
"I think it's good."
"So you agree?"
"I would suppose."
"Good. Let's get back to camp. They might suspect something."
"Suspect what, Jacen?"
"That we've got a deal going on."
"But this deal is done, not going on."
"Forget it, Uncle Luke. Just keep it a secret."
"If I forget it, how can I remember it as a secret?"
"Never mind," he replied, pulling Luke towards the direction of their camp.
"How can I 'never' mind, when I use my 'mind' in everything I do?"
"Come on, Uncle Luke!"
"Anakin, come here." Jacen called to his sibling.
"Why?"
"Just because."
Anakin hesitantly got up from his spot and walked over to his brother.
"Anakin," Jacen whispered. "Come with me."
"Oh, no you don't!" He got up and walked away.
"Wait, Anakin!"
"What?"
"I need to show you something!"
"Fine. Just don't bother me any more."
"Alright." He led his sibling to the same spot he and his uncle were just an hour ago. There waiting were Luke and Mara.
"Okay, Jacen, what is it this time? I know you and Uncle Luke have an alliance going on. Don't hide it from me." Anakin glared at his older brother until he looked away.
Luke flinched.
"I admit it! But the real reason I wanted all four of you here is because I want ALL of us in the Final Four. Until then, we never vote for each other."
"Yeah, I hear the merger's coming up after the next Tribal Council," Mara said.
Jacen smiled at his aunt. "My whole point. When and IF we all get to the Final Four, we allow fate to decide then."
"Deal," the three others announced unanimously. Well, almost. Luke was a little late because he didn't know he was supposed to say that.
***
"Welcome to the immunity challenge, teams!" Jeft Proast announced. "Since all our producers have writer's block because the author made them have it because she has it too, we will not be playing the reward challenges for a while. Please bear with us."
A couple of groans erupted. (Jeez, these people groan a lot, don't they?)
"And of course no one is putting up suggestions for the challenges yet, we will be playing a simple game of question and answer today. Norub, you still have one team member, so whoever you think is dumbest must sit out."
Much to his objection, Chewbacca sat out.
"All right teams, it goes like this. One member of your team will step up, one at a time, to go against another member of the other tribe. I will ask you a question, which, thankfully, is not about Regis Philbin, Kathy Lee, or Bill Gates. The author used up all our paper trying to think of a game, so you'll have to signal first.
"Norub, your signal is three or more 'beep's. Sandburrow, yours is three or more 'clang's. Don't blame me if they sound weird, because it's not my fault."
"Hey!" Han shouted. "That's MY line!"
"Whatever. Anyway, choose your wisest members to go first, because this challenge is best of five questions. If you read the manual on the yacht on the way," he glared at Luke, "then you should know the answers to the next questions. If you didn't, well, that's too bad for you. You goes first?"
Norub picked Leia, and Sandburrow picked Mara.
"First question." He paused for a moment, then said, "Who wrote this question? I can't ask you this!"
"Just ask it, Proast!" Mara said loudly.
"Okay, uh, name one of the Backstreet Boys."
"The Backstreet WHO?" Leia asked.
"The Backstreet BOYS!"
Mara sounded first. "Clang, clang, clang," she signaled dryly.
"Sanburrow."
"Lyle?"
"No. Norub?"
"Uh…" Leia's voice trailed off. "Thrawn?"
Jeft sighed. "No. Next question. Who… oh, goodness. Ley me make a correction. It doesn't matter whether or not you read the pamphlet. You probably won't know the answer to the next question. Oh well. Who won the 2000 and 2001 NBA season?"
Both women were perplexed, so Jeft threw the cards over his shoulder then gripped his palms together. "That didn't, and won't work, so let me ask you a tiebreaker question. What's Luke's nickname?"
"Oh! I know! CLANG CLANG CLANG!"
"Yes, Sandburrow?"
"Farmboy." The three Solo kids were snickering and Luke stepped back.
"Correct."
"Yes!" Mara yelled in victory, and Leia shook her hand. By now the three Solo kids were laughing hysterically along with Boba Fett. Luke was studying the dirt at his feet.
***
"Welcome to Tribal Council, Norub," Jeft said. "Finally."
Short "hello's" were heard as the members at down.
"Chewbacca, how's the uh, gas coming along?"
"Mind your own business, Proast."
"Hey, not my fault. Blame the producers. "
"That's MY line!" Han said again.
"Okay, okay."
"How'd you know Uncle Luke's… nickname?" Jaina asked, obviously trying to keep herself from laughing.
"Oh, the author put it in my head."
"Okay."
"It's voting time. Leia, you go first."
As she spoke to the camera, she revealed her vote. "Gavin, you have to go. A promise is a promise."
Then went Han, Bob, Chewie, and Jaina. Gavin was last.
"Jaina Solo," he said, revealing his vote, "I might not be able to get you off the squadron, but I am determined to get you off this game."
Jeft came out with the votes. "Once the votes are read, the decision is final."
He unfolded the first vote as the weird Survivor music plays. "First vote, Gavin. Second vote, Jaina. That's one vote each for Jaina and Gavin. Third vote, Gavin, fourth vote, Gavin, fifth vote, Gavin, last and deciding vote, Gavin."
Gavin stood up, but before he took his torch to Jeft, he turned to Bob and sneered at him. "Traitor," he called. Then his fire was doused.
"Members of Norub, unlike on Survivor Africa…" Jeft started, until he was interrupted by Bob.
"What's Africa?"
Jeft ignored the bounty hunter. "… you will not be trading members on teams. If we did that, people would not be too shocked. The merger may or may not come in three days.
***
I hope this chapter wasn't too boring. I've got really cool ideas that I want to use, but I want to use them in the next chapters, so… hope you don't get too mad at me! Chapters nine and ten coming up very soon… it's merger time!
***