SSJ V: *Bars Door with titanium slabs, shoves everything in the room up
against it and positions two German guards in front* Hi there! Just parent
proofing the old room!
Boba: You think your parents could have gotten in after you nailed the door shut and put starving hyenas in front of it yesterday?
SSJ V: . My mom was a Lieutenant one and a half stripes when she left the army, my dad has a Masters in engineering, and I have homework that I could be doing. I'm surprised they haven't found a way in already, so lest start this before the do, shall we?
Boba: That would be the smart thing to do. are you feeling OK?
SSJ V: -_- We don't own Star Wars, but I figured out how to do this© ^__^
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Chelsey grimaced as GT flew her pod through the wall than out the hanger bay. She tossed the tapes in one of the fires that her friend had accidentally started and walked away.
"Just where do you think you're going?" A raspy, evil voice asked from behind her. No, it wasn't even a cool raspy evil voice either, just Emperor Palpatine.
"For a shower." Chelsey told him honestly. Where else was she going like this?
"Fair enough, now why are you covered in trash, why is there a surveillance tape of you and that hunter girl-"
"GT."
"-Interrogating a cleaning lady, why is there a hole in the wall and what did you just throw in the fire?"
"Well, you see," began Chelsey /I'm not going to make it out of this alive! \, "I couldn't find my . . . shoes, and I really like my shoes, so I called GT because she's training to be a bounty hunter to help me, and she suggested we asked the cleaning lady but the lady accidentally through out the . . . er /what did I say? \ shoes, so we searched the trash and found them then GT took off, which is why there is a hole in the wall, but my shoes were ruined so I threw them in the fire, and now I'm PO'd so I'm going to yell at one of the storm troopers and see if they die. Goodbye."
Emperor Palpatine stalked over to the fire as Chelsey ran off. They looked more like tapes than shoes to him. He may have to keep a watch out for these two girls.
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Fuzzy Chan (ya, if you don't remember him, check chapter one) paced his room. As far as he knew, he was the only thirteen year old ever to be made admiral on an Imperial ship, but couldn't really see why- all he did was tell people to blow stuff up after the plastic wonder, Vader, told him to. Actually, sometimes it involved raiding the star ship Enterprise and stealing their phasers just to piss them off too, but that only happened about once a week.
Anyway, the point here was- wait a sec, he had one- oh ya; the point was that he could do more. In fact, he wanted to be- he drew his bed sheets around him and drew himself up to his entire height of five foot six- a SITH!
"BWAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH- cough, cough, cough, oh, my asthma."
Anyway, in truth, he had the midichloron count (ya, sp) to be a Sith, but Vader didn't take him because, well- Fuzzy dropped the bed sheet and hit himself in the face with the door on the way out- this guy was a bit of a klutz, if when you say 'bit' you mean in an extraordinarily large and moronic way (Chris, if you are reading this- sorry, but your characters are way more fun to mess with!).
You know what? He thought, seeing an open ship in the hangar with no pilot. I should prove that I can be just as sithly as anyone else! He ran up and jumped in the cock pit. Perfect! There were a bunch of rebels heading towards the Slave I- he could get GT to vouch for him! Hm, speaking of GT, she must have done something pretty stupid this time if there were fifty rebels heading her way- he assumed this with the knowledge that in the few years he had known her, bad things were usually GT's fault- and if they weren't, they were Chelsey's. Ah, well, time to go find out who did it this time.
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Boba popped the call up on screen. Wes Janson sat in his seat, fiddling with a button on his shirt. Fett tapped the glass a few times to let him know he was there.
"Hu, oh, uh, Fett, I presume?"
Boba nodded.
"Right, we're giving you one chance to surrender, as we have reason to believe that you are an agent of the Empire."
"Why do you think I am?" Boba asked, sidestepping the implied question.
"We have witnesses who say that they saw your ship knock one of our ships of course, leading to the defeat of out operation." Wes said. /That Skywalker kid had better be right. I hope he doesn't recognize me.\
"Mhm. That wasn't me."
"People saw your ship."
"It was my ship, but it wasn't me."
"Wait, you mean someone made an identical copy of your ship and knocked Luke off course using it's super magic powers so that we would get our asses kicked- I mean- think it was you?" Wes asked keenly, leaning into the screen.
". Was that sarcasm or are you an idiot?"
"A little of both. But if that didn't happen, what did?"
Boba shook his head and took out a surveillance camera tape, and began to play it. A blond girl, age thirteen, stole into the room carrying a case of half empty soda. As the rest of the case was quickly emptied, it wasn't long before the silence was broken by a loud 'Ne ha, ha, ha, ha!' some clanging and thumping noises in the background then, 'Sorry Mr. Fett!' The ship then bumped into something, but continued on its course. Boba took out the tape before it got to the part where he came in- that wouldn't be too good for business.
"All right, who was that?" Wes asked.
"My protégé. Don't even ask." Fett instructed.
"Just out of curiosity-"
"What did I just say?"
"No, not that, where is she?"
"Er." The sounds of a pod reattaching itself were heard in the background. "Here."
"You didn't know 'till she came back did you?" Wes laughed.
"Um." /Come on Fett think! Arg . . . Have . . . No. . . Social. . . Interaction . . . Skills. . Knew dad might have been on to something with that- come on, even GT can think of an excuse- might not be an intelligent one, but this isn't the smartest guy, either- Haven't I seen him before? O yes.\
"Weren't you the person at Jabbas who tried to win the bet by-?"
"Well, I don't think you did it, gotta go bye!"
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"BWAHAHAHAHA, TAKE THIS REBELS!" Fuzzy yelled, aiming his torpedoes.
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SSJ V: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *Parents climb in through a new hole in the wall*
SSJ V's mom: It's homework time.
SSJ V: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
SSJ V's mom: By the way Boba, there are cookies on the counter downstairs if you want some.
Boba: Um. thank you?
SSJ V: *Attempts to hold on to door frame with toes* You can't make me go!
Boba:. I think.
Boba: You think your parents could have gotten in after you nailed the door shut and put starving hyenas in front of it yesterday?
SSJ V: . My mom was a Lieutenant one and a half stripes when she left the army, my dad has a Masters in engineering, and I have homework that I could be doing. I'm surprised they haven't found a way in already, so lest start this before the do, shall we?
Boba: That would be the smart thing to do. are you feeling OK?
SSJ V: -_- We don't own Star Wars, but I figured out how to do this© ^__^
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Chelsey grimaced as GT flew her pod through the wall than out the hanger bay. She tossed the tapes in one of the fires that her friend had accidentally started and walked away.
"Just where do you think you're going?" A raspy, evil voice asked from behind her. No, it wasn't even a cool raspy evil voice either, just Emperor Palpatine.
"For a shower." Chelsey told him honestly. Where else was she going like this?
"Fair enough, now why are you covered in trash, why is there a surveillance tape of you and that hunter girl-"
"GT."
"-Interrogating a cleaning lady, why is there a hole in the wall and what did you just throw in the fire?"
"Well, you see," began Chelsey /I'm not going to make it out of this alive! \, "I couldn't find my . . . shoes, and I really like my shoes, so I called GT because she's training to be a bounty hunter to help me, and she suggested we asked the cleaning lady but the lady accidentally through out the . . . er /what did I say? \ shoes, so we searched the trash and found them then GT took off, which is why there is a hole in the wall, but my shoes were ruined so I threw them in the fire, and now I'm PO'd so I'm going to yell at one of the storm troopers and see if they die. Goodbye."
Emperor Palpatine stalked over to the fire as Chelsey ran off. They looked more like tapes than shoes to him. He may have to keep a watch out for these two girls.
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Fuzzy Chan (ya, if you don't remember him, check chapter one) paced his room. As far as he knew, he was the only thirteen year old ever to be made admiral on an Imperial ship, but couldn't really see why- all he did was tell people to blow stuff up after the plastic wonder, Vader, told him to. Actually, sometimes it involved raiding the star ship Enterprise and stealing their phasers just to piss them off too, but that only happened about once a week.
Anyway, the point here was- wait a sec, he had one- oh ya; the point was that he could do more. In fact, he wanted to be- he drew his bed sheets around him and drew himself up to his entire height of five foot six- a SITH!
"BWAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH- cough, cough, cough, oh, my asthma."
Anyway, in truth, he had the midichloron count (ya, sp) to be a Sith, but Vader didn't take him because, well- Fuzzy dropped the bed sheet and hit himself in the face with the door on the way out- this guy was a bit of a klutz, if when you say 'bit' you mean in an extraordinarily large and moronic way (Chris, if you are reading this- sorry, but your characters are way more fun to mess with!).
You know what? He thought, seeing an open ship in the hangar with no pilot. I should prove that I can be just as sithly as anyone else! He ran up and jumped in the cock pit. Perfect! There were a bunch of rebels heading towards the Slave I- he could get GT to vouch for him! Hm, speaking of GT, she must have done something pretty stupid this time if there were fifty rebels heading her way- he assumed this with the knowledge that in the few years he had known her, bad things were usually GT's fault- and if they weren't, they were Chelsey's. Ah, well, time to go find out who did it this time.
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Boba popped the call up on screen. Wes Janson sat in his seat, fiddling with a button on his shirt. Fett tapped the glass a few times to let him know he was there.
"Hu, oh, uh, Fett, I presume?"
Boba nodded.
"Right, we're giving you one chance to surrender, as we have reason to believe that you are an agent of the Empire."
"Why do you think I am?" Boba asked, sidestepping the implied question.
"We have witnesses who say that they saw your ship knock one of our ships of course, leading to the defeat of out operation." Wes said. /That Skywalker kid had better be right. I hope he doesn't recognize me.\
"Mhm. That wasn't me."
"People saw your ship."
"It was my ship, but it wasn't me."
"Wait, you mean someone made an identical copy of your ship and knocked Luke off course using it's super magic powers so that we would get our asses kicked- I mean- think it was you?" Wes asked keenly, leaning into the screen.
". Was that sarcasm or are you an idiot?"
"A little of both. But if that didn't happen, what did?"
Boba shook his head and took out a surveillance camera tape, and began to play it. A blond girl, age thirteen, stole into the room carrying a case of half empty soda. As the rest of the case was quickly emptied, it wasn't long before the silence was broken by a loud 'Ne ha, ha, ha, ha!' some clanging and thumping noises in the background then, 'Sorry Mr. Fett!' The ship then bumped into something, but continued on its course. Boba took out the tape before it got to the part where he came in- that wouldn't be too good for business.
"All right, who was that?" Wes asked.
"My protégé. Don't even ask." Fett instructed.
"Just out of curiosity-"
"What did I just say?"
"No, not that, where is she?"
"Er." The sounds of a pod reattaching itself were heard in the background. "Here."
"You didn't know 'till she came back did you?" Wes laughed.
"Um." /Come on Fett think! Arg . . . Have . . . No. . . Social. . . Interaction . . . Skills. . Knew dad might have been on to something with that- come on, even GT can think of an excuse- might not be an intelligent one, but this isn't the smartest guy, either- Haven't I seen him before? O yes.\
"Weren't you the person at Jabbas who tried to win the bet by-?"
"Well, I don't think you did it, gotta go bye!"
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"BWAHAHAHAHA, TAKE THIS REBELS!" Fuzzy yelled, aiming his torpedoes.
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SSJ V: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *Parents climb in through a new hole in the wall*
SSJ V's mom: It's homework time.
SSJ V: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
SSJ V's mom: By the way Boba, there are cookies on the counter downstairs if you want some.
Boba: Um. thank you?
SSJ V: *Attempts to hold on to door frame with toes* You can't make me go!
Boba:. I think.