SSJ V:
Hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Finally! My parents have gone out for a few hours- time to write! . . .
Um. . .
Boba: . . . You have no idea what you're about to write about, do you?
SSJ V: Feh, I'll make it up as I go along- that's what I always do ^_^! Besides, I keep getting death threats from Dark_Omen, I'm rather afraid of what will happen if I don't.
Boba: o.0 you've got some odd friends.
SSJ V: ^_^ Not the least of which is you, buddy. AAAAANNNYway, don't own Star Wars, don't sue.
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Alllllrrrrighty then, where were we? Oh, right-
"BWAHAHAHAHA, TAKE THIS REBELS!" Fuzzy yelled, aiming his torpedoes and firing. Er, for the purposes of this story, let's just say that someone stuck Jar-Jar in front of the missiles before they reached Wes.
Universe: "THANK GOD!"
God: "SHUT UP!"
Universe: Somebody hasn't had His coffee yet.
Uh, ok, so anyhow-
"Eeeewwwww, I know these ships are pieces of bantha foodoo, but give me a break here!" Wes grumbled, turning on his windshield wipers and scraping the Gungan guts off his windshield.
"We're under attack!" Shouted Luke, putting away his Barney toys and grabbing the controls.
"Damn, that didn't sound good." GT observed, walking into the cockpit.
"No shit." Boba answered, leaving GT to stare oddly at him- hey, she had to rub off on him sometime! "Buckle up."
GT grumbled as he took the controls. "Wait a sec, why are they firing at us!?!" Boba shrugged, and started firing back at them. "Wait another sec, why are WE firing at THEM?"
"Because their firing at us."
"BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHY THEIR FIRING AT US!"
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"Woops." Fuzzy exclaimed as the rebels began to fire on the Slave I. "Hm, perhaps this would be a good time to call Chelsey."
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"Why don't we ask them why their firing at us?" GT shouted.
"Because, it's like asking for directions." Boba replied.
"Why the Frick wouldn't you ask for directions?" She yelled.
"You just DON'T."
"OH for PETE'S SAKE, push over!"
"What!?!"
GT grabbed at the controls and turned on the screen which immediately held up Wes' face.
"WHY ARE YOU FIRING AT US?"
"Because you sent torpedoes at us- more specifically ME!" Wes answered.
"No we didn't!"
"Then who did?" He asked.
"PROBABLY, the IMPERIAL SHIP that's floating BEHIND YOU, YOU MORON!!!" GT shrieked at the screen as Wes and Boba covered their ears.
"Well... um...Oops?"
GT smacked her head against Boba's chair.
"I guess we'll just be going n-"
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Chelsey's ship screeched out of hyperspace. She should have known that something would happen to GT- usually, though, it was her own fault- or, of course, Chelsey's- but Fuzzy? Well, he is a bit of an idiot; she should really have expected him to slip up sometime or another- she just hadn't figured it would make fifty rebels all start trying to murder GT and Boba Fett.
Aha! There they were! Aiming missiles- FIRE!
"Tra-la-la-la-la!" Barbie sang as she flew her Barbie space mobile through- erm, space. "Hey, what's tha-?"
*KABOOM!"
Chelsey eyed the damage. "Damn! I always hated Barbie."
"THE HELL?" Wes shouted as his ship became covered in Barbie parts. "That's it, you are SO going down!"
"Blasted torpedoes," Fuzzy grumbled, "Ah, here we go!"
"WHAT THE?" Four people shouted as three missiles shot at Wes, Chelsey and the Slave I.
"Where's the nearest planet?" Wes hollered.
"EARTH- But the nearest landing area is right under a lightning storm!" GT answered.
"Anybody got a better idea?" Chelsey yelled, joining the conversation.
"..."
"Guess not."
As the three ships fell through the atmosphere, the electrical storm became visible.
"This isn't good." Wes gulped.
*ZAP*
"Oh no!" GT gasped- both the Slave one and the Rebel ship rocked with lightning. "We're going to-"
*Thud*
"-Crash, *sigh* Mr. Fett? Mr. Fett?"
"ZZZ* snore *ZZZ"
"MISTER FETT!"
"WHOA! I'M UP, I'M UP!" As he jumped out of his seat, his helmet jerked off.
"Holly frooping shrapnel! You're like, sixteen!" GT shouted.
"Yeeaaaa... and who are you, where am I, how did I get here, and WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY SHIP?"
"Well..." GT began, staring at him. Hey, it wasn't everyday your hero got turned into a sixteen year old! "I'm GT, you're on Earth, I'm pretty sure that the electricity somehow reversed your ageing cycle so that you're no longer thirty two, and we crashed."
"Oh, Ok, that's fine, except NOT! You expect me to believe that I'm thirty two years old? How stupid do you think I am?"
"Well, you know Mace Windu?" GT asked.
"Ya."
"Dead."
"What? I was supposed to get revenge!"
"You did."
*Blink* *Blink* "Ok, you know what? I don't care if your telling the truth, I just need to get my ship repaired."
"I think we can manage that." GT agreed. "C'mon, we should find the others."
"Eh, Fett!"
"Jansen! Long time no see!" Boba yelled, walking over.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on, you two KNOW each other?" Chelsey asked, running up.
"Ya, why?"
"Because you were just trying to KILL each other a minute ago!"
"So?" Fett shrugged. "He gets annoying sometimes."
Chelsey and GT stared blankly at them for a while, before GT shook her head.
"Let's go guys, Kelsi and Gen should be able to find the parts we need. I hope we landed in St. Albert."
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SSJ V: OK, so this one wasn't the funniest, I needed to actually advance the plot line- next chapter will be fairly *interesting*.
Boba: Aw, sh- I mean, yay.
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
Boba: . . . You have no idea what you're about to write about, do you?
SSJ V: Feh, I'll make it up as I go along- that's what I always do ^_^! Besides, I keep getting death threats from Dark_Omen, I'm rather afraid of what will happen if I don't.
Boba: o.0 you've got some odd friends.
SSJ V: ^_^ Not the least of which is you, buddy. AAAAANNNYway, don't own Star Wars, don't sue.
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Alllllrrrrighty then, where were we? Oh, right-
"BWAHAHAHAHA, TAKE THIS REBELS!" Fuzzy yelled, aiming his torpedoes and firing. Er, for the purposes of this story, let's just say that someone stuck Jar-Jar in front of the missiles before they reached Wes.
Universe: "THANK GOD!"
God: "SHUT UP!"
Universe: Somebody hasn't had His coffee yet.
Uh, ok, so anyhow-
"Eeeewwwww, I know these ships are pieces of bantha foodoo, but give me a break here!" Wes grumbled, turning on his windshield wipers and scraping the Gungan guts off his windshield.
"We're under attack!" Shouted Luke, putting away his Barney toys and grabbing the controls.
"Damn, that didn't sound good." GT observed, walking into the cockpit.
"No shit." Boba answered, leaving GT to stare oddly at him- hey, she had to rub off on him sometime! "Buckle up."
GT grumbled as he took the controls. "Wait a sec, why are they firing at us!?!" Boba shrugged, and started firing back at them. "Wait another sec, why are WE firing at THEM?"
"Because their firing at us."
"BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHY THEIR FIRING AT US!"
*-*-*-*-*
"Woops." Fuzzy exclaimed as the rebels began to fire on the Slave I. "Hm, perhaps this would be a good time to call Chelsey."
*-*-*-*-*
"Why don't we ask them why their firing at us?" GT shouted.
"Because, it's like asking for directions." Boba replied.
"Why the Frick wouldn't you ask for directions?" She yelled.
"You just DON'T."
"OH for PETE'S SAKE, push over!"
"What!?!"
GT grabbed at the controls and turned on the screen which immediately held up Wes' face.
"WHY ARE YOU FIRING AT US?"
"Because you sent torpedoes at us- more specifically ME!" Wes answered.
"No we didn't!"
"Then who did?" He asked.
"PROBABLY, the IMPERIAL SHIP that's floating BEHIND YOU, YOU MORON!!!" GT shrieked at the screen as Wes and Boba covered their ears.
"Well... um...Oops?"
GT smacked her head against Boba's chair.
"I guess we'll just be going n-"
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Chelsey's ship screeched out of hyperspace. She should have known that something would happen to GT- usually, though, it was her own fault- or, of course, Chelsey's- but Fuzzy? Well, he is a bit of an idiot; she should really have expected him to slip up sometime or another- she just hadn't figured it would make fifty rebels all start trying to murder GT and Boba Fett.
Aha! There they were! Aiming missiles- FIRE!
"Tra-la-la-la-la!" Barbie sang as she flew her Barbie space mobile through- erm, space. "Hey, what's tha-?"
*KABOOM!"
Chelsey eyed the damage. "Damn! I always hated Barbie."
"THE HELL?" Wes shouted as his ship became covered in Barbie parts. "That's it, you are SO going down!"
"Blasted torpedoes," Fuzzy grumbled, "Ah, here we go!"
"WHAT THE?" Four people shouted as three missiles shot at Wes, Chelsey and the Slave I.
"Where's the nearest planet?" Wes hollered.
"EARTH- But the nearest landing area is right under a lightning storm!" GT answered.
"Anybody got a better idea?" Chelsey yelled, joining the conversation.
"..."
"Guess not."
As the three ships fell through the atmosphere, the electrical storm became visible.
"This isn't good." Wes gulped.
*ZAP*
"Oh no!" GT gasped- both the Slave one and the Rebel ship rocked with lightning. "We're going to-"
*Thud*
"-Crash, *sigh* Mr. Fett? Mr. Fett?"
"ZZZ* snore *ZZZ"
"MISTER FETT!"
"WHOA! I'M UP, I'M UP!" As he jumped out of his seat, his helmet jerked off.
"Holly frooping shrapnel! You're like, sixteen!" GT shouted.
"Yeeaaaa... and who are you, where am I, how did I get here, and WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY SHIP?"
"Well..." GT began, staring at him. Hey, it wasn't everyday your hero got turned into a sixteen year old! "I'm GT, you're on Earth, I'm pretty sure that the electricity somehow reversed your ageing cycle so that you're no longer thirty two, and we crashed."
"Oh, Ok, that's fine, except NOT! You expect me to believe that I'm thirty two years old? How stupid do you think I am?"
"Well, you know Mace Windu?" GT asked.
"Ya."
"Dead."
"What? I was supposed to get revenge!"
"You did."
*Blink* *Blink* "Ok, you know what? I don't care if your telling the truth, I just need to get my ship repaired."
"I think we can manage that." GT agreed. "C'mon, we should find the others."
"Eh, Fett!"
"Jansen! Long time no see!" Boba yelled, walking over.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on, you two KNOW each other?" Chelsey asked, running up.
"Ya, why?"
"Because you were just trying to KILL each other a minute ago!"
"So?" Fett shrugged. "He gets annoying sometimes."
Chelsey and GT stared blankly at them for a while, before GT shook her head.
"Let's go guys, Kelsi and Gen should be able to find the parts we need. I hope we landed in St. Albert."
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SSJ V: OK, so this one wasn't the funniest, I needed to actually advance the plot line- next chapter will be fairly *interesting*.
Boba: Aw, sh- I mean, yay.
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V