Disclaimer: SSJ V: *Hides Behind Boba*

Boba: What are you doing?

SSJ V: Their going to kill me! It's been like, a week since I last updated!

Boba: 0.o...

SSJ V: But it's not my fault! All I've been able to think about all week is various people doing the chicken dance! I can't help it! I started laughing really loudly in the car on my way to my little brother's hockey try outs, but I think mom said something serious because everyone turned around and glared at me and acted REALLY evil all day, but I say once again, IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!! ARG! NOW I SOUND LIKE SOLO! DWA!!! And... ready? IdonotownsatrwarsandifyoutrytosuemeIwillcauseyoutodieanawfulhorrabledeathofu nimaginablepainsoNER!

AND!!!: Chinow: LOL! Your story was hilarious! For all who do not know: Be Careful What You Wish For. Read it. WAIT!! Finish this chapter, THEN read it. ^_~ ( (new winky face)

Marching Angel: Hm... Sure! I'll put her in at the second Student Bounty Hunter's Meeting thingy.

Kiami & Tian: Yuppers! I got your parts totally figured out, it's going to be awesome!

Jania: Hm... Ihadanepiphany? He, he, that WOULD be interesting. ^_~. Hm, I never thought of the Emperor doing that... YAY, I'M GOING TO HAVE A PLOT LINE FOR CHAPTER ELEVEN!!!! THANKS!!!

Moon Spec: Sorry there, I had to make your name two words to satisfy my evil computer. Hey, ya! Great idea! LOL!

Evil Child, Darth_Padme, The Katt, Lady Rouge, Chinow & Anakin and Padme Skywalker: THANK YOU!!!! YOU GUYS RULE!!! ^_^!!!!!!!!

Anywho, on with the story!

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Once the trio were FAR away from Vader's class room, they stopped to pull out a map. Boba groaned.

"What?" Asked SSJ V. She looked over his shoulder. Period Five: Grand Moff Tarken. "What's so bad about him?"

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you. You'll find out in about two seconds anyway." He answered, walking into the class room that they were standing outside.

"...Convenient." Leca remarked, following.

Half a minuit later, Tarken walked in. Well, he didn't WALK as much as he strutted. And, oh dear Lord no one wanted to see this.

"Is he, uh, alright?" Leca whispered. SSJ V did not answer, for she was wrapped in a horrible, traumatizing...

*Flashback* (True!!)

SSJ V (back then GT) ran through the halls of her Junior high school. She was late! All of a sudden, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Something, pink- and... fuzzy- and....

She peeked into the French classroom, where her friend, Chris, was seated, a smitten look frozen on his face. Their teacher, Mr. I Can't And Don't Want To Remember His Name, was wearing a fuzzy pink sweater and leather pants. *shudder*

She ran quickly down the hall, drowning out the awful image with mental pictures of headless elvin chicken doing a Congo line.

*End Flashback*

For yes, sadly, it was true. Moff Tarken of the Imperial fleet was dressed in Pink shoes, a purple wig, a fluffy sweater, and *shudder* tight leather pants. Oh, the horror. Thank TPTB (The Powers That Be. I'm not taking sides on any religious issue. Not patented, cool phrase up for use) for the back row, as many students were now finding out. Especially the sick looking male ones.

Leca looked slack-jawed at the officer. Oh, this was wrong on so VERY many levels.

Tarken paced the floor and began to speak. "I shall be teaching you the fine art of serious Imperial stories. Unlike in those silly humor stories, you will keep your characters IN character, unless I instruct you to do otherwise. Today, we will be writing in a genre that is a personal favorite of mine. Romance."

//NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!\\ Boba, Leca and SSJ V thought- screamed. Well, OK, so it might have been followed by some OTHER words too, but I think I'll leave them out. Your own imagination is probably far worse.

"I'm going to have you write your own stories, so I can see where your skill level is at. Your topic will be a... J/Z."

"WHAT?!?" Boba and SSJ V stood up, and yelled pretty much the exact same thing, so only a few words got jumbled. "I"M NOT WRITING A ROMANCE ABOUT HIMY (his/ my) FATHER AND MYIS (my/ his) FATHER'S PARTNER!!!"

Tarken eyed them darkly, which neither of them noticed, seeing as he was wearing to much makeup. It looked more like he was about to have a nervous breakdown and couldn't close his eye properly.

"Fine. You" He glared at Boba- "Will write an A/A. And you" He looked at SSJ V, then began to crack a sinister smile- "Will write a B/ original character."

"I CAN'T DO THAT! He's my friend, do you know how totally sick that is? And romance completely kills a character's coolness points! Furthermore, he's supposed to be a cold, calculating figure of mystery, not an ooy gooey fluff ball!" She yelled back.

"Do it, or you will fail the assignment." He spat back. And I mean he really DID spit it back. Leca eyed him nervously. Man this guy was freaky! Talk about some serious issues.

In the front row, the only two seats left occupied were being sat in-or well, uh, bounced in, by two extraordinarily hyper girls, apparently working on their story together. SSJ V recognized them from the meeting last night. Kiami Sinno and Tian Sirki conversed about how their plot should go.

"And then she should kill something."

"Yeah, like what?"

"Um, Anakin!"

"Anakin can't die, he has to kill more people."

"OK, he murders most of the population of Corouscant. Then can she kill him?"

"No, he's got to become a Sith."

"Then can she kill him?"

"No, then he's got to torture Leia and try to capture Luke."

"Then can she kill him?"

"No, then he's got to chop of Luke's arm, and capture him while he's blowing up all his friends outside."

"Then-"

"No, then he's got to kill the Emperor."

"OK, but THEN she can kill him, right?"

"Um. Sure."

"Right, how long does it take him to do all that stuff?"

"Twenty two years."

"WHAT!?! But Kiami, I want her to kill something nooooooooowwwwwww!!!!!!"

"OK, how about an RPBD"

"What's that?"

"A random passer by dude."

"...... Can it resemble Barney?"

"Um.............. Sure."

"OK!"

The pair began to scribble down notes.

"So she kills the RPBD, then he says 'WOW, DUDE! YO JUST KILLED THAT BARNEY THING!"

"Uh... I don't think he'd say that."

"Your right! He'd say 'Wow DUDETTE you just killed that Barney thing."

"Bingo!"

"Yeah!"

//Ok, that's ONE way to write this. \\

*Insert crap mush story here*

"Oh my GOD that sucks!" SSJ V muttered to herself as she put down her pencil. "Lets see if I can even follow it. OK, she's a Say-Jin, but she used to be an elf who traveled with the guys from Lord Of The Rings, and then she- man, what did I eat for breakfast?"

"Insane-E-O's?" Leca asked looking over her story. "Dude, this isn't even a romance! At the end they just stopped trying to kill each other."

"Yeah, well to bad. If I get -Z at least I didn't break my rule."

"You have a rule?"

"Yep. I will eat bantha fodder before I write mush."

"At least you two are finished." Boba grumbled. "I'm stuck on a fluff scene."

"Here, let me see." SSJ V scribbled some stuff down and handed it back.

" 'The senate is doomed Anakin! It will fall, and take us with it!' 'That may be so, but with every beat I've got left in my heart, I would rather be doomed with you.' "

"What happened to your 'no mush' rule?" Leca laughed as she got back up onto the seat she'd just fallen off of.

"I dunno, I've had this song stuck in my head all day, so I just ripped it off of that."

Boba scribbled down the rest of the story.

"And then they were thrown in the dungeon for treason, and executed the next day. And the Empire lived Happily Ever After, THE END."

"...It's, very..." Leca began.

"AU." SSJ V finished.

The bell rang, and they handed in their papers and filed out the door. Time for... LUNCH!!!

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End O' Chappie Notes: See last chapter. I'm to lazy to say it again.