Disclaimer: Gah, do I have to do these for every single chapter? Boba: *shrug* SSJ V: *Twitch* I don't own Star Wars, or Cheerios. I'd better get more than one review for this chapter. Boba, you take over, I'm going to go kill Smirfs and pout.

Boba: Anyway, Cat, you can be sixteen. On with the story. *smashes randomly appearing Television set playing the Veggie tales 'Cheeseburger' song.* 0.o I'll ask SSJ V about that one when she gets back.

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*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* SSJ V's alarm clock went off at seven the next morning. Face buried deep in her pillow, she muttered something indecipherable (which was probably a good thing!) and pulled the blankets back over her head. Oh, no! It really must have been a dream! She miserably whined yet another never to be known phrase to her pillow, when someone kicked open her door!

"Gah, V! Turn it off!" He whined, shaking the lump that was presumably his friend. "Come on! I don't know how to work Earth technology!"

SSJ V reached out from under the covers and pressed a button on top of the alarm. Pulling back the bed sheets, she looked up to the less than happy, extremely groggy, face of her co-host.

"I knew that." He announced, walking back to his room to change out of his PJs.

OK, for the third time in the last two days, this is NOT a dream, SSJ V reminded herself, getting up and walking over to her closet, picking out a set of Mandalore youth clothing, before realizing something. She had no idea how to get it on. Zipper? No. Velcro? No. Uhhh...

SSJ V waked out of her room. She was pretty sure she had the clothes on right.

Boba walked out of his room. "Your shirt's on backwards."

"Doh!"

*ten minuits later*

"Yep, that's right."

A yell was heard from Leca's room. "You guys go to breakfast without me, I'll be a fairly long while!"

Boba and SSJ V exchanged a glance, shrugged, and went to find the mess hall. They arrived at seven thirty to see dishes and dishes of food along several large tables. Searching for a spot, they found three chairs, set their back packs down on one, while they pulled food towards themselves. While Boba ate a bowl of what looked to be Cheerios, SSJ V shoved in about fourteen plates of... well, something, earning stares from... well, everybody.

"For the last time people, I- AM- S-A-Y J-I-N! I HAVE to eat that much! Jeeze, it sounds like a friggen commercial, I, AM, uh, SAYA NADIAN!"

"Saya Nadian?" Boba asked her, crunching another Cheerio.

"Ya, a Canadian Say-jin. A Saya Nadian. By the way," She reached over to her backpack and pulled out a smallish device, "what's this?"

"... That is a data pad. One of the most commonly used devices in the Universe."

"... I knew that."

"Mhm."

She put down the data pad and waited for Leca, who came down about five minuits later, not looking exactly... overly happy.

"Do you know how hard it is to put this stuff on over wings and a tail?" She exclaimed.

Just then, a fourteen year old girl with brown hair wrapped into a bun with metal spikes protruding from it, in nineteen year old Anakin clothing about the same height as Leca walked over, followed by a sixteen year old girl with several cat-like features in the same outfit sat down to join them.

"Hey, Darth Padme!" SSJ V greeted.

Boba groaned. "Could you just NOT know SOMEONE here, for about ONE second! Is that SO hard?"

"Uh, I don't know them." SSJ V pointed to two other girls, one in Jedi attire with loose purple hair, and the other in a black Luke uniform. "Oh wait! Yes I do! That's Terry, and that's Child_Of_The_Light!"

*Thunk* *Thunk* *Thunk*

"Um, that's really not good for you."

Darth Padme beamed. "So, you finally get to meet Boba Fett, eh?"

SSJ V coughed. "Ixnay on the obaBay ettFay!" She muttered, drawing a finger across her throat.

DP, getting the picture, decided to completely and totally torture and embarrass her friend.

"Oh, ya. Back in our world, you practically worshipped him." She drawled, as SSJ V turned several shades of red.

"eBay, UietQay! Iay, maay, iongay otay illkay ouyay!"

"In FACT, didn't you keep a picture of him in you room, and your wallet, and-"

*Thunk* *Thunk* *Thunk*

"You know, that's really not good for you.." Boba told her. "By the way, what are we talking about? I tuned out right after the part where you started talking."

The feline girl laughed, and began eating her breakfast. Er... Like a feline.

"What?" She asked, looking up from her bowl. "If you can be Saya Nadian, I can eat like this."

"By the way, this is Cat." DP introduced. "The only person ever to get an A in History of the Rebellion."

"Oh, ya, but I'd hate to be the kid who wrote the story about the pine cone. Vader has so got it in for them, AND their co-host. I'd be surprised if they managed to live thirty seconds. As a matter of fact, the kids over at that table are taking bets. Sixty to one odds they won't survive twenty minuits, according to C3PO." Cat informed them. The bell rang.

"See you in fourth period!" Darth Padme called, walking out of the mess hall.

Leca finished scarfing her serial, and turned to Boba.

"OK, official map reader kid, where to?"

"When did I become the official map reader kid?" Boba asked, taking out the map none the less.

"When God gave YOU the sense of direction." They informed him.

He looked over the map. "We have light side training with Luke and Leia with the rest of the Luke house first, so that's this way."

They walked out towards the back of the temple, into the room of a thousand fountains, where they found the rest of the class seated in a circle around Luke and Leia.

"Alright, everyone is here? First of all, we're going to start by learning how to feel the force. I don't know if they showed you your midichlorian test results yet, so I'm going to hand them out to you now." Luke stated, walking around the circle and handing out papers.

"Psst, B, when did they take midichlorian tests?"

"When you were asleep."

"K."

When Luke got around to them with their papers, the three went practically bug-eyed. Boba stood up and walked over to Luke.

"There is some mistake, I'm not force sensitive." He explained.

Luke took the paper. "No, that's what older You said too, when he saw his score. This is correct." He smiled and handed the paper back.

Boba went and sat back down. "I don't believe it! I'm practically a Jedi with a score like this! There's no way that it's possible!"

"What did you get?" SSJ V asked. Boba showed her his score. "Woah! Eighteen thousand five hundred fourty six? That's practically the same as me! I'm only up by two from that!"

"Hey, same here guys!" Leca announced "I'm only up from it by one!"

Leia began to talk. "If your score is over five thousand then you will excel at the Jedi arts, provided that you have patience, steady headedness, and the ability to find their calm center." Noticing a few disappointed glances towards some of the students sheets, she continued. "But if your score is over four hundred, which I know for a fact that everyone's here is, then you can still learn to harness the powers of the force." The last statement brightened the faces of several of SSJ V's classmates considerably, but still left one downtrodden and slightly confused Fett to her left.

"How can my score be this high? I'm no Jedi! This is impossible!" He muttered, still staring down at the sheet.

"Qui Gon Jinn's score was only four thousand, but he became one of the greatest and most detrimental Jedi in the history of the republic. However, someone with a midichlorian count of over seventeen hundred," She looked pointedly at the three of them and then at Child_Of_The_Light, "has the potential to do great things. Master Yoda's midichlorian number is eighteen thousand four hundred fifty six."

*Thunk* *Thunk* *Thunk* "The ground doesn't have quite the same effect as a table would in this instance."

"That is probably going to turn out to be invaluable information very soon." Leca commented.

"Holly ship. Higher than master Yoda's?" SSJ V questioned, looking back down at her sheet.

"To feel the living force, you must relax." Luke instructed. "Close your eyes and open your senses, feel, don't think-"

//Eat s*** and die// SSJ V thought.

Beside her, Boba started laughing. SSJ V raised her eyebrow. //What the heck is so funny?//

Boba snapped his eyes open. He nudged SSJ V, who opened her eyes.

//If we're not talking, how come I can here you?//

//Woah, we're telepathic!//

Luke opened his eyes. "I see some people aren't concentrating."

//Doushbag.// They mentally chimed. Luke scowled.

//Uh, can he hear us?// SSJ V asked, trying not to break eye contact with Luke, who suddenly decided that a slightly psychotic grin was necessary.

//Yes, as a matter of fact I can.// Luke answered. //And you two will be talking to me after school in detention hall.//

//DOH!//