Well, I'm back. I'm sorry for the long update time, but writer's block. Well, I am also a bit discouraged with the very few reviews I have recently received. The reviews are very helpful so please review if you are reading this. And tell your friends to read it too! The more reviews the quicker the updates...

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The space above the planet was swarming with ships. Fortunately my ship was covered in a few...less than legal weaponry. We al went to a weapon station and began our attack. Laser fire poured in from all sides and there was no hope of us winning, we were way out-numbered.

"Oooh, what does this button do?" asked Marian behind me. I had not trusted her with a weapon so she was just standing there at the time.

"No! Not the red one!"

'PUSH'

Suddenly the view port was shrouded in flames "Fire.." said Marian. When it cleared there was only the one biggest ship left.

"Marian..." I said.

"Concentrate all fire on the prow of that ship," I heard someone say from above. It was beginning to look like we might win. But I tell you, my luck is the worst anyone could have, the big ship started pulling us to it with a tractor beam.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, shoot, no, shoot, no!" I said.

We continued our assault as we drew closer, but their shields intercepted it. Finally, the ships were pulled into their docking bay and were surrounded by the same looking guards as were on Correlia. (That is a confusingly worded sentence.)

Our weapons were taken, including the Frying Pan, and we were marched into a cell.

We were sitting in the cell, me and myself counting cracks in the walls, ceiling, and floor, when the most unusual thing happened.

"Hello, I'm Cheshire," said a grey and black cat (Did you know there are two spellings of grey/gray?).

"Shoot! And I was at 378!" I yelled then turned and saw the cat. "I think I need more sleep."

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" asked SSJV.

"Kitty!" yelled Marian who began squeezing the cat, who promptly disappeared.

"I REALLY need more sleep," I said and began counting again.

Sometime a few hours later...

"789, 790, 791, 792..." I was still counting. You really never knew how many cracks one room could have in it!

"Karli, you have been summoned by Darth Darkness. (Guess how long it took me to think that one up!) Come," ordered one of the guards.

"It's a conspiracy; I can't know how many cracks!" I muttered. The rest were asleep and I tried hard not to wake them. They would need all the rest they could get if we were to make it out of here alive.

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Well, forgive the somewhat negative opener, I was in a bad mood. I finally am updating! SSJV I hope you don't mind the reference to Star Wars Summer School (If you haven't read do!). Oh and If you haven't read The weird Days of Jarrik, Marian, and Corr, by Marian Blond, do! Two of my favorite stories on here! Well make sure you review. PLZ.