A/N This is basically a HUGE spoof of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in the form of Star Wars. I dunno, it just seemed like a good idea at the time.
Disclaimer- (you knew this was commin') I own no rights to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy or Star Wars, it would be so cool if I did though, I mean, i would SO yoink all Douglas Adams and Goerge Lucas's stuff, but then there's that whole lawsuit bit, nto that i have any money, which it probably why i spend my time writing fanfiction. Anywho, seeing as its illegal in America anyway, no, I don't own anything. I can't even get my mp3 player to work. *sigh*
Enough of my babbling up here, to more of my babbling in story form! Oh joy!
Far off in the center of the universe, better known as the Galactic Republic, all space-ways converge. At the center of this intergalactic bypass, is a rather large, iridescent amber planet, who's many life forms are so amazing sheltered, they are able to live the entirety of their lives in the same sky rises, and are perfectly fine with it.
At the center of this bustling urban planet, was a temple, where certain, talented individuals would grow up, and then be dispersed around the galaxy to "keep the peace" so to speak. Although, it seemed that everyone on this planet had a problem with someone else, and usually that person was of a different species.
This particular planet, being the center of the known universe, was also plagued with numerous gang fights, lightsaber duels, and good wholesome arguing, that from time to time would cause a revolution or two. May solutions were proposed, and most were thrown out with the garbage. Then, one particularly rainy Monday, Kaminoian decided, society should just be made of clones of one particular bounty hunter and that would end all conflict in the world.
Unfortunately, before this particular Kaminoian was able to report his ingenious idea to the Galactic Senate, he was stuck in the middle of a terrible, horrible accident and got on the wrong side of a lightsaber.
Therefore, the fighting and arguing continued, and the idea itself was set in a shelf in a "locked box," and everyone contuned being miserable, especially the talented few in the Jedi Temple.
This is not his story.
This is the story of that horrible, awful, and rather pointless accident. The story of this rather odd and dreary
Monday does not begin on this planet, nor even in this galaxy. It begins a long, long time impending, in a universe fairly far from here.
It begins with a javelin.
A/N So? Whatcha think? FYI, when i posted this up origonally, it wasn't showing the next 2 chps i posted. .
Disclaimer- (you knew this was commin') I own no rights to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy or Star Wars, it would be so cool if I did though, I mean, i would SO yoink all Douglas Adams and Goerge Lucas's stuff, but then there's that whole lawsuit bit, nto that i have any money, which it probably why i spend my time writing fanfiction. Anywho, seeing as its illegal in America anyway, no, I don't own anything. I can't even get my mp3 player to work. *sigh*
Enough of my babbling up here, to more of my babbling in story form! Oh joy!
Far off in the center of the universe, better known as the Galactic Republic, all space-ways converge. At the center of this intergalactic bypass, is a rather large, iridescent amber planet, who's many life forms are so amazing sheltered, they are able to live the entirety of their lives in the same sky rises, and are perfectly fine with it.
At the center of this bustling urban planet, was a temple, where certain, talented individuals would grow up, and then be dispersed around the galaxy to "keep the peace" so to speak. Although, it seemed that everyone on this planet had a problem with someone else, and usually that person was of a different species.
This particular planet, being the center of the known universe, was also plagued with numerous gang fights, lightsaber duels, and good wholesome arguing, that from time to time would cause a revolution or two. May solutions were proposed, and most were thrown out with the garbage. Then, one particularly rainy Monday, Kaminoian decided, society should just be made of clones of one particular bounty hunter and that would end all conflict in the world.
Unfortunately, before this particular Kaminoian was able to report his ingenious idea to the Galactic Senate, he was stuck in the middle of a terrible, horrible accident and got on the wrong side of a lightsaber.
Therefore, the fighting and arguing continued, and the idea itself was set in a shelf in a "locked box," and everyone contuned being miserable, especially the talented few in the Jedi Temple.
This is not his story.
This is the story of that horrible, awful, and rather pointless accident. The story of this rather odd and dreary
Monday does not begin on this planet, nor even in this galaxy. It begins a long, long time impending, in a universe fairly far from here.
It begins with a javelin.
A/N So? Whatcha think? FYI, when i posted this up origonally, it wasn't showing the next 2 chps i posted. .