A/N- Yeah, i know, i know. GAH!? WhY DIDN'T I UPDATE SOONER!? I'll tell you why. School. Hockey. See? Me has been very busy. And then last night at 11 I thought, hmmm. I need to writ something. I hope the length of with will make up for my lateness.
Jojo~ Once Again, that you so much for the review. Sorry about the lateness.
Silverwolfprincess~ Thanks you so much! Sorry, late, my bad. *feeling all guilty now*
Kaminari~ Yaaay! I finially harassed you into reviewing! Ty anyway!
So, there it was. Anakin would be trained, leaving Yoda feeling quite giddy about another Padawan to harass. Qui-Gon was rather pleased about the bragging rights that went along with finding the boy of the prophecy. Obi-Wan was brooding in a corner, mumbling something about nobody loving him, everybody hating him, and having to eat space worms. Kae assured him that he was in fact loved, and worshipped by some people, what people other that Kae, the world may never know, but yes, he was worshipped. Obi-Wan perked up quite a bit after that. Henry had had an epiphany, and was, in turn, acting a tad more depressed than usual. Padmé was following the latest fashion trend, meaning not enough lipstick and overly large shoulder pads that made her resemble some kind of a witch. Anakin was staying as far from her as possible. Bekah has just acquired from the back of the Queen's closet, a rather old a foul smelling Wookiee skin coat, which she thought quite lovely. We won't comment on that one.
So there they were, and there it was. Almost everyone was happy, even though missing a digital watch. The Perfect place to end the story.
Please don't get your hopes up quite yet.
The Queen decided that she wanted to "suffer" under the trade Federation along with the rest of her people. This was complete and total rubbish, because, being a Queen meant that she had to be treated better than the common folk, or she'd get all PMSy on you, for god sakes people, there is absolutely nothing worse than a Queen with PMS.
So they packed up their things, with the acceptation of the Wookiee skin coat (Yoda thought it made him took quite 'sezzy', once again, we won't go into that one), and headed back to Naboo.
They dropped Jar-Jar off with the Gungans, and for some reason, unknown to human kind, they decided that he would make a perfect general of the army. Shortly after hearing this, the Jedi decided to take their chances in palace (there would be less spitting there).
Henry was reluctant to show them into the palace, but having nothing better to do, he figured what the hey, he might as well lead them to their doom, and making sure to be going in the opposite direction. Where ever Jedi went, there was trouble. He was feeling much to depressed for that kind of thing.
"EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!" Blared the PA systems throughout the Palace. "The Queen has returned! Armed Intruders in section 8A! DEFECSE STATIONS! DEFENCSE STATIONS!"
"Well, they sure seem happy to see us!" Obi-Wan grumbled.
"More likely, happy to kill us," Kae piped in brightly.
"I cannot believe that they're going to train Ani!" Bekah was howling. Anakin kicked her in the shins.
"Which way?" Qui-Gon asked.
"At a wild guess, I'd say this way," Padmé said, running toward a happy door, surrounded by various pieces of black, Ewok skin furniture. Just then, a spray of Blaster fire send all of them diving for cover under the expensive furniture.
"Hold it right there Amidala. We've got you covered." Said a voice over a bullhorn.
"Royal guards!" Padm'e hissed. "Any ideas Jedi?"
"Haven't got a clue."
"Oh lovely."
"We don't want to shoot you Amidala!" then another shower of blaster fire hissed over them.
"I thought they didn't want to shoot us!" Kae complained. "We're gonna die!"
"Yeah, what else is new?"
Kae stuck her head over the arm of the chair, "Hey! I thought you didn't want to shoot at us!" and the pulled her head back down.
And then, they waited.
"Its not easy you know!" came the voice replied.
"Pardon?" Bekah asked.
"He said it's not easy." Obi-Wan said.
"Not my problem."
"We might have thought so."
Kae once again stuck her head out, "We've got enough problems over here with thought being short out! My friend is Schizophrenic, I'm Obsessive-Compulsive, and I'm afraid we just can't deal with being shot at right now. Would you quite mind laying down your guns just for a moment!?"
Another pause, then the bullhorn.
"Now you see here, you're aren't dealing with the normal, incredibly stupid wankers who are a tad trigger-happy and beginning to resemble a balding bantha. Oh, no." said the voice. "I bet that you'd quiet like us if we met is a Cantina somewhere. Hell, I'd probably even buy you a drink. I don't just go around shooting people, I do it with grace and style, and then I apologize for it afterwards for at least an hour and a half."
"I'm a composer!" rang in the other. "Though I haven't ever had a concert or anything, quite a pity, I can't seem to find people who want to play 'Blood, Death and Destruction,' but oh well, I suppose that's life. Just thought I'd warn you, I had a bit to drink before coming to work, so I'm feeling rather meeaaan!"
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Kae and Bekah yelled rhetorically.
"I think I preferred it when they were shooting at us."
"We'll give you a choice, I think. Come quietly, or we'll blast you out."
"Which would you prefer?" asked Qui-Gon.
A split second later, the air was think with blaster fire. This continued for a few minutes then everything went so quite you could hear a mouse fart.
"You still there?" Kae asked.
"Yes!" They called back.
"We didn't enjoy that one bit!" shouted one.
"Coulda fooled meeee." Bekah scowled.
"Now Amidala, you listen to us!"
"WHY!?" complained Padmé. This wasn't doing anything good for her hair.
"Because~ We're going to be quite intelligent and humane. Either your give up now, and come with us and let us ravish you a bit, because we are firmly opposed to needless violence, or we blow up this planet completely, along with a few others we found as we were comming here."
"That's insane!" Obi-Wan protested. "You wouldn't do that!"
"Oh, we would. We really would." The guard replied.
"Oh yes, not questions asked." the other added.
"Why?" Kae asked.
"Because, there are some things, even a Liberal Guard must do. Although they are as sensitive as a wilting flower!"
"Oh my god!" Bekah squeled. "They are like, Star Wars Hippies!"
"I cannot believe these guys. GO DO A CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE OR SOMETHING!"
"Should we shoot them for a bit?" One asked.
"Yeah, why not?"
There was another shower of Blaster bolts. The waited for it to end.
The end never came, for when Kae poked her head around again, instead of two guards, there lay 4 guard fragments, and a rather pissed off looking Sith.
"Oh lovely." Kae growled, standing up. "Hey buddy! How's the watch?"
Darth Maul looked as if he could cry. "It broke!"
"What!? How!?"
"I don't know, it just stopped working all together. I don't know what happened."
"Pity. Mind if I give it a looksey?"
"No, not at all."
The rest of the group emerged from behind the now battered Ewok sofa. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Padmé and Ani were quick to wrap towels around their heads. They seemed to be in a room with a large hole in the center, odd in the whole because what would a palace do with a large hole?
"Oh! Maul, you silly, silly Dathomirian! You just put it on stop watch!"
"What?"
"Its quite simple," she explained, "If it ever does that again, all you must do is push this button, and see?"
"Amazing! Absolutly wonderful!"
"I know!"
Darth Maul ignited his lightsaber, doing a few battle moves for joy, and accidentally, fatally poking Qui-Gon in the stomach. Obi-Wan screamed like a girl. Kae thought he needed a hug, but refrained from doing so. Maul was standing near the hole. Kae tossed him back the watch and her aim was a tad off. Darth Maul had to reach around to grab the watch, lost his balance, and fell in the hole.
"Well, that was almost too easy."
"Obi-Wan! Train the boy!"
"Yes Master!"
Qui-Gon was dead.
"Now what shall I train him as?" Obi-Wan wondered.
"As a Jedi, you moron! Though he would make a splendid janitor."
Qui-Gon's funeral was later that day. No once, accept the Jedi, and Anakin, wanted to stay in the cremation room. Something about burning flash, just wasn't too pleasant. As they left, Bekah found Henry laying face down in the dirt.
"Henry! What's up?"
"I wouldn't know. I've never been 'up'."
"Why are you lying in the dirt, face down ever?" Inquired Kae.
"You hate me. Don't pretend to like me. Besides, if you must know, I though it was quite a dramatic looking pose indeed. Also, a good was to appear forlorn."
"Oh. We don't hate you!" Bekah piped in.
"Yes you do! Weverybody does! Its only natural. Even robots hate me! I expect, if you were just to ignore me, I'd probably just go away."
"We tried already. It doesn't work." Whispered Padmé.
"That palace hated me."
"WHAT!?" Padmé yelled.
"It hated me because I talked to it."
"Pardon? What do you mean by that?"
"Its simple really. I got depressed, and needed someone to talk to. I plugged myself into the Palace's main computer system, and explained it my views on the Universe." Said Henry.
"And?" asked Kae.
"It committed suicide."
A/N- Hope that you like this! Once again, sorry about my lack of writing. My bad. Please Review!
Jojo~ Once Again, that you so much for the review. Sorry about the lateness.
Silverwolfprincess~ Thanks you so much! Sorry, late, my bad. *feeling all guilty now*
Kaminari~ Yaaay! I finially harassed you into reviewing! Ty anyway!
So, there it was. Anakin would be trained, leaving Yoda feeling quite giddy about another Padawan to harass. Qui-Gon was rather pleased about the bragging rights that went along with finding the boy of the prophecy. Obi-Wan was brooding in a corner, mumbling something about nobody loving him, everybody hating him, and having to eat space worms. Kae assured him that he was in fact loved, and worshipped by some people, what people other that Kae, the world may never know, but yes, he was worshipped. Obi-Wan perked up quite a bit after that. Henry had had an epiphany, and was, in turn, acting a tad more depressed than usual. Padmé was following the latest fashion trend, meaning not enough lipstick and overly large shoulder pads that made her resemble some kind of a witch. Anakin was staying as far from her as possible. Bekah has just acquired from the back of the Queen's closet, a rather old a foul smelling Wookiee skin coat, which she thought quite lovely. We won't comment on that one.
So there they were, and there it was. Almost everyone was happy, even though missing a digital watch. The Perfect place to end the story.
Please don't get your hopes up quite yet.
The Queen decided that she wanted to "suffer" under the trade Federation along with the rest of her people. This was complete and total rubbish, because, being a Queen meant that she had to be treated better than the common folk, or she'd get all PMSy on you, for god sakes people, there is absolutely nothing worse than a Queen with PMS.
So they packed up their things, with the acceptation of the Wookiee skin coat (Yoda thought it made him took quite 'sezzy', once again, we won't go into that one), and headed back to Naboo.
They dropped Jar-Jar off with the Gungans, and for some reason, unknown to human kind, they decided that he would make a perfect general of the army. Shortly after hearing this, the Jedi decided to take their chances in palace (there would be less spitting there).
Henry was reluctant to show them into the palace, but having nothing better to do, he figured what the hey, he might as well lead them to their doom, and making sure to be going in the opposite direction. Where ever Jedi went, there was trouble. He was feeling much to depressed for that kind of thing.
"EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!" Blared the PA systems throughout the Palace. "The Queen has returned! Armed Intruders in section 8A! DEFECSE STATIONS! DEFENCSE STATIONS!"
"Well, they sure seem happy to see us!" Obi-Wan grumbled.
"More likely, happy to kill us," Kae piped in brightly.
"I cannot believe that they're going to train Ani!" Bekah was howling. Anakin kicked her in the shins.
"Which way?" Qui-Gon asked.
"At a wild guess, I'd say this way," Padmé said, running toward a happy door, surrounded by various pieces of black, Ewok skin furniture. Just then, a spray of Blaster fire send all of them diving for cover under the expensive furniture.
"Hold it right there Amidala. We've got you covered." Said a voice over a bullhorn.
"Royal guards!" Padm'e hissed. "Any ideas Jedi?"
"Haven't got a clue."
"Oh lovely."
"We don't want to shoot you Amidala!" then another shower of blaster fire hissed over them.
"I thought they didn't want to shoot us!" Kae complained. "We're gonna die!"
"Yeah, what else is new?"
Kae stuck her head over the arm of the chair, "Hey! I thought you didn't want to shoot at us!" and the pulled her head back down.
And then, they waited.
"Its not easy you know!" came the voice replied.
"Pardon?" Bekah asked.
"He said it's not easy." Obi-Wan said.
"Not my problem."
"We might have thought so."
Kae once again stuck her head out, "We've got enough problems over here with thought being short out! My friend is Schizophrenic, I'm Obsessive-Compulsive, and I'm afraid we just can't deal with being shot at right now. Would you quite mind laying down your guns just for a moment!?"
Another pause, then the bullhorn.
"Now you see here, you're aren't dealing with the normal, incredibly stupid wankers who are a tad trigger-happy and beginning to resemble a balding bantha. Oh, no." said the voice. "I bet that you'd quiet like us if we met is a Cantina somewhere. Hell, I'd probably even buy you a drink. I don't just go around shooting people, I do it with grace and style, and then I apologize for it afterwards for at least an hour and a half."
"I'm a composer!" rang in the other. "Though I haven't ever had a concert or anything, quite a pity, I can't seem to find people who want to play 'Blood, Death and Destruction,' but oh well, I suppose that's life. Just thought I'd warn you, I had a bit to drink before coming to work, so I'm feeling rather meeaaan!"
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Kae and Bekah yelled rhetorically.
"I think I preferred it when they were shooting at us."
"We'll give you a choice, I think. Come quietly, or we'll blast you out."
"Which would you prefer?" asked Qui-Gon.
A split second later, the air was think with blaster fire. This continued for a few minutes then everything went so quite you could hear a mouse fart.
"You still there?" Kae asked.
"Yes!" They called back.
"We didn't enjoy that one bit!" shouted one.
"Coulda fooled meeee." Bekah scowled.
"Now Amidala, you listen to us!"
"WHY!?" complained Padmé. This wasn't doing anything good for her hair.
"Because~ We're going to be quite intelligent and humane. Either your give up now, and come with us and let us ravish you a bit, because we are firmly opposed to needless violence, or we blow up this planet completely, along with a few others we found as we were comming here."
"That's insane!" Obi-Wan protested. "You wouldn't do that!"
"Oh, we would. We really would." The guard replied.
"Oh yes, not questions asked." the other added.
"Why?" Kae asked.
"Because, there are some things, even a Liberal Guard must do. Although they are as sensitive as a wilting flower!"
"Oh my god!" Bekah squeled. "They are like, Star Wars Hippies!"
"I cannot believe these guys. GO DO A CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE OR SOMETHING!"
"Should we shoot them for a bit?" One asked.
"Yeah, why not?"
There was another shower of Blaster bolts. The waited for it to end.
The end never came, for when Kae poked her head around again, instead of two guards, there lay 4 guard fragments, and a rather pissed off looking Sith.
"Oh lovely." Kae growled, standing up. "Hey buddy! How's the watch?"
Darth Maul looked as if he could cry. "It broke!"
"What!? How!?"
"I don't know, it just stopped working all together. I don't know what happened."
"Pity. Mind if I give it a looksey?"
"No, not at all."
The rest of the group emerged from behind the now battered Ewok sofa. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Padmé and Ani were quick to wrap towels around their heads. They seemed to be in a room with a large hole in the center, odd in the whole because what would a palace do with a large hole?
"Oh! Maul, you silly, silly Dathomirian! You just put it on stop watch!"
"What?"
"Its quite simple," she explained, "If it ever does that again, all you must do is push this button, and see?"
"Amazing! Absolutly wonderful!"
"I know!"
Darth Maul ignited his lightsaber, doing a few battle moves for joy, and accidentally, fatally poking Qui-Gon in the stomach. Obi-Wan screamed like a girl. Kae thought he needed a hug, but refrained from doing so. Maul was standing near the hole. Kae tossed him back the watch and her aim was a tad off. Darth Maul had to reach around to grab the watch, lost his balance, and fell in the hole.
"Well, that was almost too easy."
"Obi-Wan! Train the boy!"
"Yes Master!"
Qui-Gon was dead.
"Now what shall I train him as?" Obi-Wan wondered.
"As a Jedi, you moron! Though he would make a splendid janitor."
Qui-Gon's funeral was later that day. No once, accept the Jedi, and Anakin, wanted to stay in the cremation room. Something about burning flash, just wasn't too pleasant. As they left, Bekah found Henry laying face down in the dirt.
"Henry! What's up?"
"I wouldn't know. I've never been 'up'."
"Why are you lying in the dirt, face down ever?" Inquired Kae.
"You hate me. Don't pretend to like me. Besides, if you must know, I though it was quite a dramatic looking pose indeed. Also, a good was to appear forlorn."
"Oh. We don't hate you!" Bekah piped in.
"Yes you do! Weverybody does! Its only natural. Even robots hate me! I expect, if you were just to ignore me, I'd probably just go away."
"We tried already. It doesn't work." Whispered Padmé.
"That palace hated me."
"WHAT!?" Padmé yelled.
"It hated me because I talked to it."
"Pardon? What do you mean by that?"
"Its simple really. I got depressed, and needed someone to talk to. I plugged myself into the Palace's main computer system, and explained it my views on the Universe." Said Henry.
"And?" asked Kae.
"It committed suicide."
A/N- Hope that you like this! Once again, sorry about my lack of writing. My bad. Please Review!