Star Wars vs Us 2 (Revised)
Disclaimer: Well, seeing as hostile takeovers of large organizations are much harder to take over than one might imagine, we still do not own LucasFilm. Boba: I still say you should go with the Barney traumatization technique. That is seriously scary. SSJ V: Feh, it's worth a try. *walks off dragging Barney suit behind her* Boba: By the way, if you happen to see a blond, 5"7 girl who looks like she's having a bad hair millennium dragging a Barney costume.... run, very, very, very far, very, very, very fast.
BTW, ""=words **=sounds ''= thoughts = telepathy
"Ne e he-he-he-ya! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
*Thunk, thunk, crash!*
"Sorry Mr. Fett!"
*Slide, thunk*
"Um, try to find a hand hold within the next half a second if you-"
*Thunk, thunk*
"Sorry!"
OK, so your probably wondering what the H.F.I.L. is going on here, right? Well, while Mr. Fett was accomplishing 'important business' (cough* taking a nap *cough), GT found that there was an Imperial/ Rebel battle taking place up ahead, and, using her impeccable judgment, decided to fly right through it. They were presently dodging laser fire and exploding X, Y and A wings, seeing as how 'Rebels don't need shields'. Sure. That's why they were being used to wipe all the levels of the Death Star's floors with their hyperdrives. (A/N, Yes I know that would not work. Be quiet ; P )
"Let's see, dodge that there (thunk, smash), whoops, rebel star fighter exploding. Oh, look, it's Porkins! Hey, doesn't he- (kaboom) Yep. Oh well, It's been a blast, but I don't want Mr. Fett to get much madder than he probably already is. See ya!" And with that, a very, very hyperactive thirteen year old blasted off into space. Also with that, her very ticked off thirty two (it's true. He was thirty two in ANH, thirty five in ESB, and thirty six in ROTJ. In case you all were wondering, in this version of Star Wars, Luke met Yoda just after Obi Wan, because Obi decided to tell him about Yoda immediately.) year old mentor stormed through the door to the cock pit. Without saying anything, he extracted the last can of Mellow Yellow from her hand and shoved it through the airlock.
"Can you explain to me why EXACTLY you thought it was necessary to pilot the ship DIRECTLY through and Imperial operation?"
"Uh..." 'Come on GT, think! God gave you a brain, and intended you to use it by explaining your totally random and poorly thought out actions!' "You see, a favor is an investment!" She quickly thought up, quoting something that she was pretty sure he had said to her once. "And a favor to Darth Vader is a really good investment. I thought that by shooting down some rebels-"
"Shooting down? Then how come I didn't here any laser fire coming from the Slave's cannons?"
'Force damn it! How the HFIL did he hear over being tossed around that much? I know! He's got to be bluffing.'
"I'm not bluffing."
"Hu? Wow! I never knew that you were force sensitive!" GT exclaimed.
"I'm not. I'm just so used to your explanations that it's easy to tell what your thinking and when your thinking it."
Chelsey?
GT, I'm busy, now is not the t-
I just wanted to tell you that I'm about to die and that you can have my CD player.
Your CD player is on Earth.
Oh, then- see ya.
Good luck thinking up another excuse.
Thanks.
Chelsey sighed. Her friend had gotten into trouble AGAIN. Not that she didn't do some pretty bad things herself. She just didn't get caught.
Vader turned to look out the window of the Executor, his new ship. Swiveling his head, he turned to look at Chelsey. "Contact your friend, GT. Tell her to turn on the view screen."
Yo, dead girl?
Ya.
Turn on your view screen.
K.
GT reached over and flipped on the view screen. Much to her surprise, Vader stood looking at the Bounty Hunter and the Bounty Hunter In Training. "Fett, we owe you our gratitude." GT had to consciously restrain herself from saying something to the effect of, eh? "If your ship had not interfered, Luke Skywalker would surly have destroyed the Death Star. Your ship knocked his slightly off course, causing his missiles to fall off to the side. You will be rewarded in later affairs." The view screen clicked off.
Fett looked down at GT, who continued to stare at the view screen. He absent-mindedly patted her on the head, before returning to his room.
Chelsey?
Ya.
I think I just screwed up.
I would tend to agree.
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"I'm real sorry guys. I was sure I had it!" Luke apologized for the umpteenth time that day. "A ship flew over me and knocked the missiles off course. I can draw the ship if you like."
"That would be great Luke." Leya (I can't spell her name right, or that's the right way and I just don't know it.) sympathized.
So, Luke began to draw exactly what he'd seen. When he was about a quarter done, Han began shifting his weight nervously in his chair. When he was halfway done, Chewie felt the immediate need to cover his scalp (Boba's trademark shoulder braids are made out of braided hair from Wookiee scalps) and when he was entirely finished, they both thought it extremely necessary to jump up and run out the door screaming bloody murder (and roaring bloody murder I think ;) ).
"I think that they would be able to help us find the pilot of that ship." Leya stated knowingly.
"No, what ever gave you that idea." Wedge muttered.
"Excuse me?" Leya sniffed.
"Er.." 'Come on Wedge, improvise' " I said it would be a good idea if we sent Luke to find out."
"Me? Why me?" Luke asked, listening to the ominous "AHHHHHHHH!" *crash* "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" *crash* "I DIDN'T DO IT!" "WWWOOOOOOORRRRRRRR!" (translation: Yes he did! He did it all! Kill him!) "CHEWIE!?!" "WOOOOORRRRRR!" (translation: I'm to fuzzy to die!) echoing down the hall.
"Because you screwed up. It's a rule, the biggest screw up on the base has to ask the insane pilot and the insane Wookiee." Wedge explained, as Luke trudged off to find Han.
SSJ V: Well, that's all we have for now. I'm kind of stuck though. If anyone has any suggestions, post them! Boba: Ya, otherwise she'll probably just turn everything into a big, fluffy too-too wearing something like she did in her last story. Come on! Don't make me turn into a big, fluffy, too-too wearing something! SSJ V: I wouldn't turn You into a too- too wearing something. Boba:....Oh. Cool. SSJ V: I might turn your ship into a pink, sparkly, fluffy- Boba: PLEEEAAAASSSEEE review! Don't let her get my ship!
Disclaimer: Well, seeing as hostile takeovers of large organizations are much harder to take over than one might imagine, we still do not own LucasFilm. Boba: I still say you should go with the Barney traumatization technique. That is seriously scary. SSJ V: Feh, it's worth a try. *walks off dragging Barney suit behind her* Boba: By the way, if you happen to see a blond, 5"7 girl who looks like she's having a bad hair millennium dragging a Barney costume.... run, very, very, very far, very, very, very fast.
BTW, ""=words **=sounds ''= thoughts = telepathy
"Ne e he-he-he-ya! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
*Thunk, thunk, crash!*
"Sorry Mr. Fett!"
*Slide, thunk*
"Um, try to find a hand hold within the next half a second if you-"
*Thunk, thunk*
"Sorry!"
OK, so your probably wondering what the H.F.I.L. is going on here, right? Well, while Mr. Fett was accomplishing 'important business' (cough* taking a nap *cough), GT found that there was an Imperial/ Rebel battle taking place up ahead, and, using her impeccable judgment, decided to fly right through it. They were presently dodging laser fire and exploding X, Y and A wings, seeing as how 'Rebels don't need shields'. Sure. That's why they were being used to wipe all the levels of the Death Star's floors with their hyperdrives. (A/N, Yes I know that would not work. Be quiet ; P )
"Let's see, dodge that there (thunk, smash), whoops, rebel star fighter exploding. Oh, look, it's Porkins! Hey, doesn't he- (kaboom) Yep. Oh well, It's been a blast, but I don't want Mr. Fett to get much madder than he probably already is. See ya!" And with that, a very, very hyperactive thirteen year old blasted off into space. Also with that, her very ticked off thirty two (it's true. He was thirty two in ANH, thirty five in ESB, and thirty six in ROTJ. In case you all were wondering, in this version of Star Wars, Luke met Yoda just after Obi Wan, because Obi decided to tell him about Yoda immediately.) year old mentor stormed through the door to the cock pit. Without saying anything, he extracted the last can of Mellow Yellow from her hand and shoved it through the airlock.
"Can you explain to me why EXACTLY you thought it was necessary to pilot the ship DIRECTLY through and Imperial operation?"
"Uh..." 'Come on GT, think! God gave you a brain, and intended you to use it by explaining your totally random and poorly thought out actions!' "You see, a favor is an investment!" She quickly thought up, quoting something that she was pretty sure he had said to her once. "And a favor to Darth Vader is a really good investment. I thought that by shooting down some rebels-"
"Shooting down? Then how come I didn't here any laser fire coming from the Slave's cannons?"
'Force damn it! How the HFIL did he hear over being tossed around that much? I know! He's got to be bluffing.'
"I'm not bluffing."
"Hu? Wow! I never knew that you were force sensitive!" GT exclaimed.
"I'm not. I'm just so used to your explanations that it's easy to tell what your thinking and when your thinking it."
Chelsey?
GT, I'm busy, now is not the t-
I just wanted to tell you that I'm about to die and that you can have my CD player.
Your CD player is on Earth.
Oh, then- see ya.
Good luck thinking up another excuse.
Thanks.
Chelsey sighed. Her friend had gotten into trouble AGAIN. Not that she didn't do some pretty bad things herself. She just didn't get caught.
Vader turned to look out the window of the Executor, his new ship. Swiveling his head, he turned to look at Chelsey. "Contact your friend, GT. Tell her to turn on the view screen."
Yo, dead girl?
Ya.
Turn on your view screen.
K.
GT reached over and flipped on the view screen. Much to her surprise, Vader stood looking at the Bounty Hunter and the Bounty Hunter In Training. "Fett, we owe you our gratitude." GT had to consciously restrain herself from saying something to the effect of, eh? "If your ship had not interfered, Luke Skywalker would surly have destroyed the Death Star. Your ship knocked his slightly off course, causing his missiles to fall off to the side. You will be rewarded in later affairs." The view screen clicked off.
Fett looked down at GT, who continued to stare at the view screen. He absent-mindedly patted her on the head, before returning to his room.
Chelsey?
Ya.
I think I just screwed up.
I would tend to agree.
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"I'm real sorry guys. I was sure I had it!" Luke apologized for the umpteenth time that day. "A ship flew over me and knocked the missiles off course. I can draw the ship if you like."
"That would be great Luke." Leya (I can't spell her name right, or that's the right way and I just don't know it.) sympathized.
So, Luke began to draw exactly what he'd seen. When he was about a quarter done, Han began shifting his weight nervously in his chair. When he was halfway done, Chewie felt the immediate need to cover his scalp (Boba's trademark shoulder braids are made out of braided hair from Wookiee scalps) and when he was entirely finished, they both thought it extremely necessary to jump up and run out the door screaming bloody murder (and roaring bloody murder I think ;) ).
"I think that they would be able to help us find the pilot of that ship." Leya stated knowingly.
"No, what ever gave you that idea." Wedge muttered.
"Excuse me?" Leya sniffed.
"Er.." 'Come on Wedge, improvise' " I said it would be a good idea if we sent Luke to find out."
"Me? Why me?" Luke asked, listening to the ominous "AHHHHHHHH!" *crash* "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" *crash* "I DIDN'T DO IT!" "WWWOOOOOOORRRRRRRR!" (translation: Yes he did! He did it all! Kill him!) "CHEWIE!?!" "WOOOOORRRRRR!" (translation: I'm to fuzzy to die!) echoing down the hall.
"Because you screwed up. It's a rule, the biggest screw up on the base has to ask the insane pilot and the insane Wookiee." Wedge explained, as Luke trudged off to find Han.
SSJ V: Well, that's all we have for now. I'm kind of stuck though. If anyone has any suggestions, post them! Boba: Ya, otherwise she'll probably just turn everything into a big, fluffy too-too wearing something like she did in her last story. Come on! Don't make me turn into a big, fluffy, too-too wearing something! SSJ V: I wouldn't turn You into a too- too wearing something. Boba:....Oh. Cool. SSJ V: I might turn your ship into a pink, sparkly, fluffy- Boba: PLEEEAAAASSSEEE review! Don't let her get my ship!