Star Wars Summer school SIX!
Disclaimer: If we didn't own it last chapter, or the one before that, or the one before that, or the one before-
Boba: They get the picture. We don't own it.
SSJ V: Uh, ya, Ok.
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"It can't be that bad."
"YES IT CAN!! We have detention, with FARM BOY!"
"... Point taken."
"ARG!" *Thunk* *Thunk* *Thunk* "You were right about the ground not being as good for self inflicted pain as a table, though."
As SSJ V let out her frustration on a nearby wall, they were approached by a visitor.
"Hey, I heard you got detention with Luke." Child_Of_The_Light told them.
"How did you know that?" Boba asked suspiciously. "He only told us telepathically."
"I'm a second year, I've been in Luke's class before. I would recognize those dual faces of shock and horror anywhere. Besides, I was probing his mind for test answers and blackmail." She replied knowingly.
"You can do that?" Asked Leca, looking very interested just after the words, 'test answers'.
"Ya, you learn how sometime during your first year. Just don't tell them that you're using it to find test answers. Tell them you're 'helping to keep the peace' or some bantha fodder like that." She wisely instructed. " I gotta run, History of The Rebellion awaits. He, he, pine cone..."
"Speaking of which, do we have a plan for Vader's class yet?" SSJ V asked Boba as he looked over the map. Luke had let them use the rest of his class to plan ways to survive Vader, despite the 'doushbag' comment. And the one right after that about how 'even if farm boy appears to be useless, stupid, and an insult to the rest of the Universe and continuously proves this theory correct on several occasions, he does have his moments'.
They still had absolutely nothing.
"No. But we have fighter pilot humor class with Wes in ten." Boba told them. SSJ V grinned. She had watched the movies, over, and over, and over, and yet she still had never once seen Wes Jenson or Derek "Hobbie" Kilivian. She TRIED for sure. Heck, she had even seen the infamous shoe, but never had she seen the notorious pranksters. Were they even IN the freaking trilogy? Probably, she just had a really bad sense of observation.
They filed into the class room. Before they were able to find seats, however, they were stopped by- "Shakes fries and walloping web snappers Batman!" (A/N Uh... Don't ask) Leca stopped in her tracks. "Who the heck is that?"
"That," SSJ V explained, "would presumably be Wes Janson."
Leca watched as the black haired trickster turned his blue eyes to his co assistant, Chinow, and cracked a cheesy smile. She turned back to SSJ V. "How can you just say that!?! He is like the finest finer on finervill road in the city of Finertropolis! And what do you say to that?"
"Uh..... Meh?" SSJ V answered. "I mean, he's far from ugly, but still...."
"Far from ugly?!" Leca whispered back. "That is like a, an, um, anti hyperbole! You know why? Because saying, 'an understatement' would be an understatement! Come on! Look, ogle, bask in the glory that is... ARG! OUR TEACHER!"
"Wait, ew, that's right. You like our teacher. Man, and the men in the white coats said *I* had a problem. Sheesh." SSJ V told her, walking to the back to find a seat.
They sat down in the back row just as the class started.
"Alright kids," Wes began, " most of you here are first years, minus my lovely co assistant, and my not so lovely team mate. Before we begin, I would like to state that no one in this class will be getting detention, unless ofcourse one of you commits a felony, in which case you would have to be grounded too."
//Leca?//
// Ya, SSJ?//
//Close your mouth, your drooling on your pants.//
//Oh.//
"Secondly, there will be no insulting of the orange jump suit uniform that the Rouge/ Wraith squad house wears. I like those." Wes continued.
"So do we!" Voiced a group of girls wearing the orange jump suits. Chinow glared, immediately shutting them up, and earning another smile from the pilot.
//Ugh, hormone fest! Gross!// SSJ V scrunched her nose, getting a similar response from her co-host.
"Alright, enough of that, everyone take out your data pads." Wes instructed, taking out a marker and walking up to the white board. "First of all, in order to do a proper Out Of Character, or OOC, you have to know how they would react if they were IN character, and therefore you must know the backgrounds on most of the people you use to write. Lets start with Hobbie here., and do a basic character background."
Name: Derek Kilivian
Nick name: Hobbie
Features: Blonde, accident prone, butterfingers, klutz,-
"HEY!" Hobbie shouted indignantly, realizing what was being written on the board.
"Well, lets ask the expert here." Wes rationalized. "Chinow. Is Hobbie not a crash happy screw up?
"Crash happy, yes. Screw up... most of the time." Chinow answered.
"You can't ask your GIRLFREND!" Hobbie told him, exasperated.
"Guys?" Chinow asked.
"Yes I can. I just push air up from my diaphragm and from it into words. Like so. Chinow, could I not beat an entire Imperial fleet without crashing?"
"People, class, teach, now!" Chinow once again attempted to tell them.
"What!?! That's got to be the most STUPID thing that I have EVER heard-"
"Hello? Are I and the rest of the fifty other students here invisible? *sigh* Oh well. I'll give you guys two to one odds that Wes wins." She told the class, who immediately began placing their bets.
And so went the rest of second period, until the bell rang. "Your home work is to-uh- read book with one of us in it, then write a parody for one chapter." Wes yelled to them as they exited the door, before going back to bickering with Hobbie. Chinow sighed, slapped them both upside their heads, and told them to shut it. It was easy to tell that from now on, that would be a very *interesting* class.
"Third period, oh, they switched it, Zam Wesell." Boba read, before looking back at the two. Ah, yes. This was going to be a VERY interesting class indeed.
They followed Terry, the girl from the Qui Gon house, into the class room, taking their seated at the back. These desks, however, were similar to long benches, each level going back being raised higher than the next in stadium seating. As they sat down the bell signaling start of class rang.
A few stragglers ran in and nervously took their seats before Zam began to speak.
"This class will not be easy. I will teach you the best way I can, and I expect the best work from all of you. That said, lets make fun of everyone ever to exist in the known Universe."
//YES!// SSJ V thought. //Something I know how to do! Now THIS is summer school! \\
"Does anyone have any questions?"
A boy in the front row raised his hand. Funny, he looked kind of like...
"How do you change species when your a changeling?" He asked, pulling at his murky green skin.
"Just concentrate on the species you want to become."
Slowly but surely, he changed into a pale, brown haired teenager. "Oh. Cool."
A girl raised her hand. "What do you think about J/Z lemons?"
"Don't do it B."
"What? I'm not going to do anything."
"Come on, we already have detention from Farm Boy. You can't kill anyone."
"I'm perfectly calm. I'm not going to- *CRASH* Let me at 'er!" He yelled, knocking over his chair.
"Come on! You can't kill her!" SSJ V hollered, struggling to keep a hold on the back of his shirt.
"Sure I can! Let go of me and I'll show you!" He yelled back, putting up an equally strong fight.
"About the same as him." Zam said simply. "And do not ask Jango that one, or you will be very dead, very quickly." She advised.
Boba continued to glower at the girl, but sat back down. The girl now sat strait forward, avoiding looking in their direction.
//Lemon my a** \\
//Actually, if ya think about it, that's exactly right .\\
// *snort* \\
"Now if our friends in the back would stop having a conversation..."
//Uh, sorry? \\
"We can continue with class."
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Still need people, If it's to Merry Sue PLEASE tell me. OK?
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
Disclaimer: If we didn't own it last chapter, or the one before that, or the one before that, or the one before-
Boba: They get the picture. We don't own it.
SSJ V: Uh, ya, Ok.
**************************************************************************
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"It can't be that bad."
"YES IT CAN!! We have detention, with FARM BOY!"
"... Point taken."
"ARG!" *Thunk* *Thunk* *Thunk* "You were right about the ground not being as good for self inflicted pain as a table, though."
As SSJ V let out her frustration on a nearby wall, they were approached by a visitor.
"Hey, I heard you got detention with Luke." Child_Of_The_Light told them.
"How did you know that?" Boba asked suspiciously. "He only told us telepathically."
"I'm a second year, I've been in Luke's class before. I would recognize those dual faces of shock and horror anywhere. Besides, I was probing his mind for test answers and blackmail." She replied knowingly.
"You can do that?" Asked Leca, looking very interested just after the words, 'test answers'.
"Ya, you learn how sometime during your first year. Just don't tell them that you're using it to find test answers. Tell them you're 'helping to keep the peace' or some bantha fodder like that." She wisely instructed. " I gotta run, History of The Rebellion awaits. He, he, pine cone..."
"Speaking of which, do we have a plan for Vader's class yet?" SSJ V asked Boba as he looked over the map. Luke had let them use the rest of his class to plan ways to survive Vader, despite the 'doushbag' comment. And the one right after that about how 'even if farm boy appears to be useless, stupid, and an insult to the rest of the Universe and continuously proves this theory correct on several occasions, he does have his moments'.
They still had absolutely nothing.
"No. But we have fighter pilot humor class with Wes in ten." Boba told them. SSJ V grinned. She had watched the movies, over, and over, and over, and yet she still had never once seen Wes Jenson or Derek "Hobbie" Kilivian. She TRIED for sure. Heck, she had even seen the infamous shoe, but never had she seen the notorious pranksters. Were they even IN the freaking trilogy? Probably, she just had a really bad sense of observation.
They filed into the class room. Before they were able to find seats, however, they were stopped by- "Shakes fries and walloping web snappers Batman!" (A/N Uh... Don't ask) Leca stopped in her tracks. "Who the heck is that?"
"That," SSJ V explained, "would presumably be Wes Janson."
Leca watched as the black haired trickster turned his blue eyes to his co assistant, Chinow, and cracked a cheesy smile. She turned back to SSJ V. "How can you just say that!?! He is like the finest finer on finervill road in the city of Finertropolis! And what do you say to that?"
"Uh..... Meh?" SSJ V answered. "I mean, he's far from ugly, but still...."
"Far from ugly?!" Leca whispered back. "That is like a, an, um, anti hyperbole! You know why? Because saying, 'an understatement' would be an understatement! Come on! Look, ogle, bask in the glory that is... ARG! OUR TEACHER!"
"Wait, ew, that's right. You like our teacher. Man, and the men in the white coats said *I* had a problem. Sheesh." SSJ V told her, walking to the back to find a seat.
They sat down in the back row just as the class started.
"Alright kids," Wes began, " most of you here are first years, minus my lovely co assistant, and my not so lovely team mate. Before we begin, I would like to state that no one in this class will be getting detention, unless ofcourse one of you commits a felony, in which case you would have to be grounded too."
//Leca?//
// Ya, SSJ?//
//Close your mouth, your drooling on your pants.//
//Oh.//
"Secondly, there will be no insulting of the orange jump suit uniform that the Rouge/ Wraith squad house wears. I like those." Wes continued.
"So do we!" Voiced a group of girls wearing the orange jump suits. Chinow glared, immediately shutting them up, and earning another smile from the pilot.
//Ugh, hormone fest! Gross!// SSJ V scrunched her nose, getting a similar response from her co-host.
"Alright, enough of that, everyone take out your data pads." Wes instructed, taking out a marker and walking up to the white board. "First of all, in order to do a proper Out Of Character, or OOC, you have to know how they would react if they were IN character, and therefore you must know the backgrounds on most of the people you use to write. Lets start with Hobbie here., and do a basic character background."
Name: Derek Kilivian
Nick name: Hobbie
Features: Blonde, accident prone, butterfingers, klutz,-
"HEY!" Hobbie shouted indignantly, realizing what was being written on the board.
"Well, lets ask the expert here." Wes rationalized. "Chinow. Is Hobbie not a crash happy screw up?
"Crash happy, yes. Screw up... most of the time." Chinow answered.
"You can't ask your GIRLFREND!" Hobbie told him, exasperated.
"Guys?" Chinow asked.
"Yes I can. I just push air up from my diaphragm and from it into words. Like so. Chinow, could I not beat an entire Imperial fleet without crashing?"
"People, class, teach, now!" Chinow once again attempted to tell them.
"What!?! That's got to be the most STUPID thing that I have EVER heard-"
"Hello? Are I and the rest of the fifty other students here invisible? *sigh* Oh well. I'll give you guys two to one odds that Wes wins." She told the class, who immediately began placing their bets.
And so went the rest of second period, until the bell rang. "Your home work is to-uh- read book with one of us in it, then write a parody for one chapter." Wes yelled to them as they exited the door, before going back to bickering with Hobbie. Chinow sighed, slapped them both upside their heads, and told them to shut it. It was easy to tell that from now on, that would be a very *interesting* class.
"Third period, oh, they switched it, Zam Wesell." Boba read, before looking back at the two. Ah, yes. This was going to be a VERY interesting class indeed.
They followed Terry, the girl from the Qui Gon house, into the class room, taking their seated at the back. These desks, however, were similar to long benches, each level going back being raised higher than the next in stadium seating. As they sat down the bell signaling start of class rang.
A few stragglers ran in and nervously took their seats before Zam began to speak.
"This class will not be easy. I will teach you the best way I can, and I expect the best work from all of you. That said, lets make fun of everyone ever to exist in the known Universe."
//YES!// SSJ V thought. //Something I know how to do! Now THIS is summer school! \\
"Does anyone have any questions?"
A boy in the front row raised his hand. Funny, he looked kind of like...
"How do you change species when your a changeling?" He asked, pulling at his murky green skin.
"Just concentrate on the species you want to become."
Slowly but surely, he changed into a pale, brown haired teenager. "Oh. Cool."
A girl raised her hand. "What do you think about J/Z lemons?"
"Don't do it B."
"What? I'm not going to do anything."
"Come on, we already have detention from Farm Boy. You can't kill anyone."
"I'm perfectly calm. I'm not going to- *CRASH* Let me at 'er!" He yelled, knocking over his chair.
"Come on! You can't kill her!" SSJ V hollered, struggling to keep a hold on the back of his shirt.
"Sure I can! Let go of me and I'll show you!" He yelled back, putting up an equally strong fight.
"About the same as him." Zam said simply. "And do not ask Jango that one, or you will be very dead, very quickly." She advised.
Boba continued to glower at the girl, but sat back down. The girl now sat strait forward, avoiding looking in their direction.
//Lemon my a** \\
//Actually, if ya think about it, that's exactly right .\\
// *snort* \\
"Now if our friends in the back would stop having a conversation..."
//Uh, sorry? \\
"We can continue with class."
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Still need people, If it's to Merry Sue PLEASE tell me. OK?
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
