SSJ V: I am once again sorry that I have not updated in a while. I-

DP: *cough* Broken record *cough*

SSJ V: *Glares* I've been in camp H*** for the last three days. Have you ever tried to sleep in a lean too made out of sticks and tarps with your sleeping bag whilst it is SNOWING AT SOMEWHERE BETWEEN -8 AND -10!!?! (Celsius) Then having a breakfast of ONE hard boiled egg, a banana and a juice box, and no lunch! I am NOT anorexic here!

Boba: So THEN you felt it was necessary to tell your teacher to F off?

SSJ V: ... I didn't know it was him! I thought it was the guys bugging us! Why the frick was he singing 'Under the sea' at us anyway? A stupid action deserves a stupid reaction.

Boba:... Anyway.

SSJ V: Oh, right! Thank you to:

Tian Sirki: Oops! I didn't mean to make it sound like you liked him! Sorry, don't worry, I won't make ANYONE do that. (Unless they ask)

Dragonlet: Maul house it is then! ^_______^ Yes, Vegeta is cool. (Gotta love the 'My hair looks like I stuck a fork in the socket and I know I'm cool' look)

Panther girl: You're not the only one to note the Harry Potter resemblance. -_-;; I actually didn't mean to do that, so Here is a better description of the houses: Being the Jedi Temple, it, as seen in episode one, has four spires. Spire one is for the -in the movie- Imperial fans. Spire two is for the -books and background characters, Rebel and Imperial- Fans. Spire three is for the -in the movie- Rebel fans. Spire four is for the -Neutral- fans (ex. Jaba, Bounty hunters, ect.) . Depending on their popularity, characters have one to four hundred floors. How's that?

Jace: Thanks! It was fun writing that part anyway. He, he, he.

Darth Padme: Why? Ha, sorry, had to.

Auroreia: Thank you! I now have a plot for a new chapter! You rock!

Lightbulby29: Yuppers! B. F. house, right? Ah, good, I can do something with this! *evil smile*

The Katt: ^_^ It does? *phones dentist* j/k!

DP: ANYHOW, we don't own Star Wars.

Boba: Or I would kill everyone and rule the Universe.

SSJ V: And I would laugh.

DP:...OK, that's not quite what I would do, but, sure...

SSJ V: ANYHOWSEY, On with the story! (And I won't do so many POV' s this time.)

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SSJ V's POV:

I gotta tell Boba, his dad is REALLY weird. We were walking down the hall, and we stopped outside of what I assumed was his classroom. When he opened the door, I was SURE it was his classroom, judging from my inability to see one square foot of it that was set up in a non military like fashion. Oh ya, and the rocket launcher at the front of the room might have given it away too. Why do you need a rocket launcher to teach class, anyway?

He grabbed two oddly shaped bags from the front of the room and began to lead us down the hallway. We reached the elevator and the silver armored wonder punched the button. The one thousandth floor. These people are intent on giving me a heart attack before I have my license, aren't they?

In these precious few moments (and I'm very sure that they are my last) I have time to reflect upon my life. Two days ago, I wanted nothing more than to be in the Star Wars Universe. In those two days, I have been to a bounty hunters meeting, nearly died, gotten in more trouble than I have ever gotten into in my life, met the most feared bounty hunter in the Universe, and I'd still rather be here than back in my own world. Now I wonder, does that say something bad about my sanity, or just society in general? Quick, I need someone to hit me before I try to decipher the meaning of life.

*WHACK*

//Thank you. \\

*Shrug* //You'd do the same. \\

//And have fun at the same time. \\

That's about as far into the conversation as I can let you if you don't want to try to decipher about thirty lines of censor stars. ^_^ We're such wonderful children, aren't we?

OK, we're at the one thousandth floor. I have a bad feeling about this...

Boba's POV:

************ **** ****** *******!!!!!! *Cough* Right, as I was saying, I'm about to die. I need a plan. No, patricide (Killing someone's father) is NOT an option. Neither is just jumping off the roof to get it over with. Good Force, dad just had to choose ME to test out his new jet packs on. I shouldn't have let him talk me into this, I should have just volunteered SSJ V and Tarkin, or someone. What am I saying?!? I couldn't let SSJ V die! Then who could I annoy?

Speaking of SSJ V, she looks as white as a- well, come to think of it, I think the only thing I've ever seen that white would be anyone within a fifty meter radius of Vader's class.

Getting back on track, how am I going to survive the next hour again? Oh, that's right, I'm not.

Alright, on the roof. V was right about one thing, that's a LONG WAY to the ground. Sarlacc, I can handle. One thousand story drop? You do the math. There must be a way out of this. Unless you want slightly squished Boba burgers for breackfast tomorrow. Ew, I don't even thing a Saya Nadian would eat that.

//Sure I would. \\

//Stay out of my mind! And if I die, I expect you to be at my funeral. \\

//OK, I'll pretend to miss you very, very, much. \\

*Punch* *Kick* *Grab* *Whack* *Thunk* *Bam*

AHA! Perfect! Dad can't make me fly those stupid jet packs if I'm beating the snot out of someone!

*Bam* *Thunk* *Whack* *Grab* *Kick* *Punch*

Ouch...

"You two. Stop that."

Right, so not even getting in a fight is going to help now. This is just perfect, I'm glued, tattooed, and twenty shades of s-

//So, what are we doing anyway? I know that it will probably result in one or both of us being not to happy by the end of this, but could ya fill me in as to how we're going to get there? \\

Hm, apparently, seeing as she's not mad, beating the stuffing out of each other was part of her escape-from-the-crazed-lunatic-also-known-as-my-dad plan.

//We're testing two new prototype jet packs. \\

//You mean like the ones that malfunctioned BOTH times in the two movies that they were used? \\

//Er, ya. \\

I have a bad feeling about this...

Leca's POV:

Well, I'll recap the events that have taken place since Boba and SSJ V left up to right now:

Mace got a whole lot of what he deserved

Everyone ran their rears off trying to get out of the cafeteria

I saw a girl with a light bulb on top of her head

I'm now friends with the girl who has the light bulb on top of her head

Between Lightbulby and I, we got completely lost in a one thousand story building

I figured out the HARD way that she, too, is insane

We get along well

Found class

Realized that we may not have WANTED to find class. Sixth period: Boba Fett: Keeping Characters IN Character.

I have a bad feeling about this...

SSJ V's POV:

Did I ever mention how fun it is to be strapped into a rocket pack? No? Well, that's probably because it's NOT! I have buckles around places I didn't even know I HAD for Force sake! I hope Jango knows that I don't know how to work these things.

Apparently, he does NOT know that particular little detail. Oh, wait, here comes the explanation.

"To fly, press this button."

Ooo, shiny...

"To let yourself down, twist THIS button."

OK, seems simple enough. Good thing, because it appears that I'm going first. And, up!

"Hey, it works!" THANK THE FORCE, it appears I get to live for a-

*Splut* *Splutter*

You're not serious.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"V!"

Not again!

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SSJ V: Ha, ha, cliff hanger! ^________^

Boba: *Evil Laugh*

DP: 0.O ...