Chapter 13: Three Drunk Jedi and a Planet's Supply of Whyren's Reserve
"Bartender, another round for the house on me," Jimi announced.
Jimi took his Whyren's Reserve and drank the entire tankard in one gulp, letting it burn all the way down its throat.
"You know what, Jimi," Plo announced. "This is so great, we shouldn't hog all the fun for ourselves."
"Yah, lets share it!" Bant replied in a slur, completely drunk after only one tankard of whiskey.
"Let's go share with the Senate!" Jimi replied.
"Party at the Senate building!" Bant yelled.
***
"The Spade Federation has been complaining about the loss of its Viceroy to an unknown ship for a week now, and the Senate has not done anything," one of the representatives of the Spade Federation announced. "We are still placing all the blame on Naboo, and we want something done about it."
"As we said earlier, since the planet Naboo was destroyed, we cannot punish the people of Naboo," Chancellor Valorum announced. "What do you want me to do?"
"Sue the dead people from Naboo!" the representatives of the Spade Federation yelled.
The yelling from the representatives of the Spade Federation was interrupted by the snap-hiss of light saber and the sound of melting metal as three light sabers cut through the door to the Senate room. As the Senate room door fell off its hinges to the ground, three Jedi sprung into the room, followed by a mob of criminals and drunks.
"Party in the Senate chamber!" Bant yelled.
"Bring out the music!" Plo yelled.
"Better yet, bring out the Whyren's Reserve!" Jimi yelled.
Blaring music started blasting over the Senate chamber's sound system and people came in carrying giant barrels of Whyren's Reserve imported directly from Corellia.
"Chancellor Valorum, what are we going to do about this madness?" one senator asked.
"If you can't beat em, join em," Chancellor Valorum.
"We agree," the Senators from the Spade Federation announced as they began to dance to the music in their Senate booth.
***
"Tahl, we are sending you and three apprentices, Garen Muln, Reeft, and your Padawan, Siri, out on an important mission," the Jedi Council announced. "There is extremely loud dance music coming from the Senate chamber, and we want you to find out if there is still room for the Jedi to crash the Senate's party."
"Will do," Tahl replied. "Come on, you three."
As Tahl stepped into the Senate Chambers, she felt that the party was missing something.
"Come quick," Tahl announced to the Jedi Council over her comlink. "This party needs more Jedi help!"
"Bartender, another round for the house on me," Jimi announced.
Jimi took his Whyren's Reserve and drank the entire tankard in one gulp, letting it burn all the way down its throat.
"You know what, Jimi," Plo announced. "This is so great, we shouldn't hog all the fun for ourselves."
"Yah, lets share it!" Bant replied in a slur, completely drunk after only one tankard of whiskey.
"Let's go share with the Senate!" Jimi replied.
"Party at the Senate building!" Bant yelled.
***
"The Spade Federation has been complaining about the loss of its Viceroy to an unknown ship for a week now, and the Senate has not done anything," one of the representatives of the Spade Federation announced. "We are still placing all the blame on Naboo, and we want something done about it."
"As we said earlier, since the planet Naboo was destroyed, we cannot punish the people of Naboo," Chancellor Valorum announced. "What do you want me to do?"
"Sue the dead people from Naboo!" the representatives of the Spade Federation yelled.
The yelling from the representatives of the Spade Federation was interrupted by the snap-hiss of light saber and the sound of melting metal as three light sabers cut through the door to the Senate room. As the Senate room door fell off its hinges to the ground, three Jedi sprung into the room, followed by a mob of criminals and drunks.
"Party in the Senate chamber!" Bant yelled.
"Bring out the music!" Plo yelled.
"Better yet, bring out the Whyren's Reserve!" Jimi yelled.
Blaring music started blasting over the Senate chamber's sound system and people came in carrying giant barrels of Whyren's Reserve imported directly from Corellia.
"Chancellor Valorum, what are we going to do about this madness?" one senator asked.
"If you can't beat em, join em," Chancellor Valorum.
"We agree," the Senators from the Spade Federation announced as they began to dance to the music in their Senate booth.
***
"Tahl, we are sending you and three apprentices, Garen Muln, Reeft, and your Padawan, Siri, out on an important mission," the Jedi Council announced. "There is extremely loud dance music coming from the Senate chamber, and we want you to find out if there is still room for the Jedi to crash the Senate's party."
"Will do," Tahl replied. "Come on, you three."
As Tahl stepped into the Senate Chambers, she felt that the party was missing something.
"Come quick," Tahl announced to the Jedi Council over her comlink. "This party needs more Jedi help!"