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SPOILERS! If, you haven't seen Episode Two, do it. If you haven't read any of the Jango Fett: Open Season comic books, do it. If you haven't read Star Wars: Jango Fett, or, Star Wars: Zam Wesell, I PITTY YOU! Mega spoilers for 'Twin Engines of Destruction'. Read that one too.

Cat: Sure thing, teenager. Um, how old? And Terry: Ya there's a Qui Gon house! Count yourself in! ^_^

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SSJ V lay on the bed, flipping the page of her, Jango Fett: Open Season One, comic book. She was just getting to the part where the Death Watch (evil dudes) came to the farm where young Jango (really young kid version) lived, and Jango's mother shot the rouge Mandalorian who was holding him right threw the scull!

"Did you know that you grandma kicked butt?" SSJ V asked Boba, who was sitting on a nearby chair.

He looked over the top of his comic, 'Twin engines of Destruction'. "No, but I do know that Jodo Kast is about to die a horrible, awful, painful death. No one calls me a fossil and lives."

"He wasn't talking about you, he was talking about....Big..You... who is ....you..... stop confusing me." SSJ V answered, shaking her head and looking over at the clock.

"It's not that hard." He muttered, going back to his book.

"C' Mon, we have to go find Z-Chan and J, it's eight thirty."

"Mhm, one second." He responded, flipping the page.

SSJ V rolled her eyes. (SPOILERS!) "Jodo Kast fights you, wins, and is about to finish you off when you fade to a bluish colour and disappear. Jodo does his whole 'What is this?' thing, then the REAL you steps out from behind a pillar, points a gun at the back of his neck, and does a totally cool speech, like: 'That is called a hologram, this is called a trap, and I call you, dead.' Kills him, does another pissed off speech about why people should NOT be impersonating you, takes his armor, because yours is busted up pretty bad from the whole 'Sarlacc' thing, and continues kicking ass. Now let's go."

Boba begrudgingly set his book down and picked up a map.

"LECKS! COME ON! WE'RE GOING TO FIND Z-CHAN AND J!" Leca walked out of her room, trying to brush her hair around her horns.

"One good thing about being Say-jin." SSJ V ran her hand through her gravity defying hair. "My hair just stays like this."

"Oh ya, have you seen your tail lately?" Leca smirked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

"What's wrong with my, DWA! Oh, I see." Fur sticking out in every direction imaginable, it resembled something of a beat up tassel instead of an actual tail. SSJ V swished it upwards, ran her hands over it a few times until the hair stayed down simply because of static electricity, before proclaiming it presentable and hurrying out the door.

"Level nine hundred ninety nine, directly to the left of the elevators." Leca read, as the trio stepped onto the lift.

SSJ V looked out at Corouscant as the sun set. This would take some definite getting used to. Leca, she noticed, edged much closer to the doors then she thought was really possible. She and Boba exchanged a glance, but decided not to comment upon it.

They reached the room early, and knocked on the door.

"Password?" A voice from inside whispered.

" *cough* Jaba the Spinach Puff."

The door creaked open. On entering, the three found themselves surrounded by others dressed the same as them, Z-Chan, and J.

"Oy, Darth Minime!" SSJ V called, signaling to an eleven year old boy in gray Mandalore clothing, brownish hair sticking up in Darth Maul like spikes around his head. When he saw them, he ran over to the group.

"Where's your sister?" SSJ V asked him.

"Darth_Padme? She's in the Vader/ Anakin house." DM (Darth Minime) scrunched his face in disapproval. "I mean come on! Why be a fan of one person, when someone else has cooler clothing, cooler weapons, a cooler kid, a cooler ship, a cooler partner/ girlfriend,-"

"Girlfriend?" Boba asked. He was pretty sure the kid was a Jango fan, so there was NO WAY he had just said, 'girlfriend'.

"DM, Meet Boba Fett, and Leca Nera. Leca Nera and Boba Fett, meet DM. *Psst!*" She whispered to Darth Minime, "He hasn't read Star Wars: Jango Fett or Star Wars: Zam Wesell yet. And their not really...."

"Are so!" DM whispered back.

"Are not!

"Are so!"

"Not!"

"So!"

"Not!"

"So!"

"Why are you two arguing about whether or not MY father had a... a..." Boba didn't finish the rest of it, simply glaring at DM.

"Um, it was kind of implied in one of the books. But that's IMPLIED! Meaning DID NOT HAPPEN." She explained, joining in glaring at DM.

"Suit yourselves." DM shrugged, walking away. When he was at the FAR side of the room, out of regular human hearing range- "Did so, Did so, Did so, Did so, Did so, Did so, Did so, Did so, Did so, Did so, Did so,...."

"I can hear you!" SSJ V called over the crowd. DM looked at her oddly. "Super hearing! It's a say-jin thing!"

DM clapped a hand over his mouth and walked away.

"Wait. So you can do all of that Say-jin stuff, even though we're in Star Wars?" Leca asked.

"I guess. Wait.. Say-jin stuff.. HOLY FREAKING CROW!"

"Mhm, that's what I thought." Leca assured her.

"What's Say-jin stuff?" Boba asked.

"Well, you know Vegeta right? What kind of stuff can he do?" SSJ V explained.

"Fly, blow stuff up, super speed. Uh oh." He looked at SSJ V. "And that's when he's not at full strength."

"And when is he at full strength?" SSJ V asked, eyes glittering.

"When he's in SSJ mode."

"Mega Uh Oh." Leca exclaimed, backing away from SSJ V. As she spoke, however, attention was drawn to the center of the room. J, Z-Chan, and someone else were standing on a podium. J spoke first.

"All of you are new here at Star Wars Summer School. You have all been told how our hunting system works. Now, we'll go over the finer points." The lights went dim, and a holographic board popped up in the middle of the room.

"First of all." Large words were scrawled the bulletin board. "We do NOT hit on ANY of our three heroes. It simply makes us look bad." Several groans were heard from the crowd.

"Secondly," Z-Chan announced, "every week we send different people out to spy on the different houses. Usually, one or two of them are plotting something against us every month or so. When it is your turn, you sneak out at night, go to their assigned meeting place, which we will tell you, and bring back any information that you may find useful. Wear your armor."

OK, SSJ V thought, so we all got armor.

"Third," the other red-head girl told them, " We will meet once a week, to discuss any new information. These maps are for the bounty hunters only. Take them on the way out. They have specialized information about the secret routs, meeting places, and stuff about the temple that we're not supposed to know in general. We will meet once a week, or more, depending on the situation, to discuss the matters of the temple that could seriously affect us. And remember." She cleared her throat. Leca recognized that she wore the same look that SSJ V wore when she was about to quote something, usually Boba Fett. "If you ignore the basics, you deserve what you get." Ah, yes. Fett quote. Appropriate, at least.

The students filed out of the room, taking different routs and elevators then the trio.

They made it back to their apartment by nine fifteen. It seems that it was a smart idea for SSJ V to take the room by the bathroom, it gives you a head start on everyone else. After that, they trudged beck to their respective beds, when SSJ V was struck by a horrible thought.

"Boba?"

"Mhm."

"What if I'm dreaming? What if I only imagined that everything hurt, or looking down from the spire, or having the best day of my life ,or being Say-jin, and I wake up, and I'm back, and- Oof! Thanks. Again."

"Yep." He answered, stretching, and going back to his room.

Suddenly, she was hit with what she deemed a very, 'Leca Gross' thought, smacked herself in the face, and went back to her room. After all, tomorrow was going to be a very..... interesting day.

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Story notes: OK, Darth Padme, you no longer have the right to murder me, you're in the Vader house! AND, *PLEASE TELL ME IF I'M MAKING IT TO MERRY SUE!*

AND, we still need more people. Yeppers. AND, Cat, how old? AND that's it.

Lots O Laughs,

B& SSJ V