SSJ V: Hey, long time no see all! Um, I have an excuse for not updating
for so long actually! 1) Finals. Hate finals. Hate homework they give me
before finals. I think I'll postpone my plots of Universal domination for
the moment in favor of the Canadian school board. 2) THE FIFTH HARRY
POTTER BOOK, MAN!!! Ok, so it actually took me less than a day to read,
but *SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS* I had to get over her killing Black!
That was so cheap! And he didn't even die in a COOL way, either- he just
fell through a door way thing! Why the hell would anyone keep something
like that in their basement anyway? Jeeze, next thing you know and she'll
axe Remus too! (Oh please Grace no; I would be forced on the behalf of all
psychopathic Lupin fans to murder her!) Finally 3) summer vacation. I am
sad to say that I can not reach my computer from the United States of
America, so I am unable to post this. *Sob* Ah, well, what can ya do?
Boba: OK, I think all of that just made a whistling noise as it flew over my head there. . .
SSJ V: Eh heh, sorry Boba, but it needed to be said; anyway, I don't own Star Wars- now on with the story!
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Well, yes as a matter of fact, they did land in St. Albert. Actually, by some razor thin chance that would be completely impossible had it not been convenient to the story, they had all managed to randomly crash land in Kelsi's back yard. Chelsey and GT raised their eyebrows, shrugged, and dragged their respective charges (GT grabbing Fett's sleeve and Chelsey yanking Wes along by the collar) towards the back door.
*Inside the house*
"Add a little bit of this; add a little bit of that and viola! Nitro Glistering!" Kelsi exclaimed with somewhat sinister glee that would have put Palpatine to shame. Fortunately, Kelsi's parents were out of the house for the moment, giving her time to work on her plans (which, by the way, I've been threatened with long term Barney film torture to keep my mouth closed about). Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door, which she completely ignored. It was probably just a . . . well, OK; she was just too lazy to get the damn door. Whoever was knocking at the door growled. Oddly reminiscent of GT when she had been given an extra math assignment, Kelsey thought, but no, she and Chelsey had been gone for almost a year now.
"Hold on, I know something that gets her every time." The growling voice assured what was presumably the group. "KELSI, I'VE GOT BOBA FE-"
Faster than you can say 'insane fangirl' all four of them were inside the house and Kelsi was staring at then blankly.
"What the- is it Halloween already?" She asked numbly, looking over the group from Wes' bright orange flight suit to Chelsey's black robes, and finally GT and Boba Fett's Mandalorian armor.
"Well, not for another few months, but I think I know what I'll be wearing." GT smirked.
"Ya, ya, enough of the sarcasm GT, we're wasting valuable time in which I could be wreaking havoc on the universe- and you know how I am when I haven't tortured/blackmailed/generally caused mayhem by ten." Chelsey reminded her. GT shuddered.
"OK Kelsi, here's what happened. . ."
*One freaking long explanation later*
"So that's why we need the parts." GT explained.
Kelsi didn't even blink after their story. One of the advantages of having a friend who was a few cards short of a full deck- you don't need to spend that much time convincing them that something completely impossible is the reason you haven't been to school in a year. Comes in handy once and a while.
"I don't have anything like that here; Gen was the one who could get that stuff that we used to use all the time." Kelsi told them.
"All right, let's go find this Gen then!" Exclaimed Wes, somewhat anxious to be out of the company of the three Earth natives.
The girls shared a look.
"We would. . ." Kelsi began.
". . . If Gen hadn't moved to Nova Scotia last year." Chelsey finished.
"So we got to Nova Scotia, no big deal, right?" Wes asked hopefully. (For all of you who don't know what the big deal is, go find Edmonton Alberta on a map, then find Halifax, Nova Scotia. It's a big deal.)
"Well we *have* to repair the ships, right?" GT mused. "That much we've got. Now, I realize that there is no way in the Universe that your parents would have let you get your learners license," she inferred, pointing to Kelsi, "but Danielle's would have already."
"Even if we got her though, how are we going to ask her parents to borrow a car so that we can drive two Star Wars characters across the country to repair their space ships? You do realize that I'm already having a hard time keeping the men with the nice white coats off my tail," Kelsi reminded her.
"Which is why we get Nat," Chelsey told them.
"Isn't a gnat a type of small biting fly?" Fett asked skeptically.
"That and the only girl in ninth grade who knows how to hotwire a car," Chelsey said.
"Alright, but we've got to stop by Chelsey and my houses first, Mandalorian armor and a Sith suit aren't exactly at the height of fashion down here," GT suggested, "and maybe we should get something for them too." Wes and Boba shared a glance. In a matter of minutes these teens had decided to hotwire a car and drive it across the country, whilst displaying no visible moral qualms, and take them along for the ride? Fun. ^_^
*Two hours later*
"Has anyone else noticed that you never appreciate haw large a town is until you have to sneak across it without being seen?" Chelsey asked as GT slipped back out her living room window.
"Am I consorting with a known criminal?" Wes asked, noticing that her shirt read 'Property of New Orleans Parish Jail'.
"Only in fifty two galaxies," Boba answered innocently, misjudging to which person the question was directed.
"Actually that's now one thousand three hundred forty six. It kind of sky rocketed after you assassinated a member of Naboo royalty." GT informed him. He paused for a moment.
"Only that many?" He asked surreptitiously.
"You got better at not being seen."
"Oh." He surveyed the clothes the group was wearing as his bounty hunter's mind began nagging at him. "Just out of curiosity, what do we do if one of us gets shot?"
"Bleed and or die." GT answered casually.
"So we're definitely avoiding that one." Wes observed. Kelsi walked up to Danielle's door.
"You all hide of something; Danielle's parents might be home." She advised, ringing the doorbell. Fortunately for the group, Danielle answered the door.
"GT and Chelsey landed in my back yard with Wes Jansen and Boba Fett and we need you to drive us all to Nova Scotia so that we can get the parts to fix their ship after Nat hotwires us a truck so that we can fit the parts in the back."
"OK."
I told you insane friends were useful.
Just then, a large truck rolled up the driveway. A tall brown haired girl leaned out the window. "Hey guys."
"Nat?" GT asked. "How did you know where we were?"
"Explanation later, being chased by cops."
Chelsey noticed a siren in the distance. "OK, sounds good, time to go." They squeezed into the back along with the already loaded Slave I and X Wing. Just as GT was about to get in, a police car swerved around the corner. The bounty hunter in training slammed the doors and put on her biggest, most innocent smile as the officer strode up. The fact that trying to look innocent only made her seem more guilty than before notwithstanding, the 'Property of New Orleans Parish Jail' shirt wasn't helping much either. The cop walked past GT and up to Nat in the driver's seat, so GT hurriedly followed.
"Do you know why I'm here young lady?" He asked.
//Uh oh, this is bad. Come on, GT, think Star Wars- what would Obi Wan do? \\ She mentally berated herself. Obi Wan? Bingo.
"This is not the truck you're looking for." GT tried.
"Then again, this might not be the right truck," the officer agreed.
"No, it's not. In fact, you should be looking for that important criminal on the loose."
"I should be after that criminal- what was the name again?"
"Uh." GT spluttered, "You were looking for Jack. Yes, you were looking for er. Jack.. Um. Sparrow?"
The cop rushed to his car and squealed out of the driveway and down the street.
"Jack Sparrow? You just sent a cop after a fictitious character?" Nat asked.
"Hey, I didn't think Boba Fett was real either and look how that one turned out."
"Ya, I think we should all have a chat about that actually. Not that I have a problem with skipping school for a few weeks or anything, I just took a pop quiz in math and I'm not to eager to see the results, but I think that Star Wars the movie might be being erased from Earth's history."
"What?" Chelsey asked, squirming through the ships to join the conversation from the back.
"I know what you mean," Danielle agreed, "This morning I woke up and I couldn't remember Luke's last name."
"And my mom doesn't know who Darth Vader is," Kelsi chipped in.
"What about fanfiction.net and all those other sights with Star Wars stuff on them?" Chelsey asked.
"Their gone," Kelsi told them, "even all my stories off my computer have been erased.
GT knitted her brow. "Maybe because the Star Wars time line is tangling with ours, all of the information about it has been wiped out."
"I don't know, but I think that that cop should be remembering exactly which movie he last heard the phrase 'Jack Sparrow' in shortly, and by then I'd like to be out of the province." Nat suggested.
"One second, how did you know that we needed you to hotwire us a truck and get Fett and Jansen's ships?" GT asked.
"Remember when we figured out how to hack US satellite systems?"
"Oh. Never mind."
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SSJ V: Hey, another chapter at last. Now if you'll excuse me, my math teacher assigned my class some holiday homework which I have to give my mom another excuse no to do. See Ya!
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
Boba: OK, I think all of that just made a whistling noise as it flew over my head there. . .
SSJ V: Eh heh, sorry Boba, but it needed to be said; anyway, I don't own Star Wars- now on with the story!
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Well, yes as a matter of fact, they did land in St. Albert. Actually, by some razor thin chance that would be completely impossible had it not been convenient to the story, they had all managed to randomly crash land in Kelsi's back yard. Chelsey and GT raised their eyebrows, shrugged, and dragged their respective charges (GT grabbing Fett's sleeve and Chelsey yanking Wes along by the collar) towards the back door.
*Inside the house*
"Add a little bit of this; add a little bit of that and viola! Nitro Glistering!" Kelsi exclaimed with somewhat sinister glee that would have put Palpatine to shame. Fortunately, Kelsi's parents were out of the house for the moment, giving her time to work on her plans (which, by the way, I've been threatened with long term Barney film torture to keep my mouth closed about). Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door, which she completely ignored. It was probably just a . . . well, OK; she was just too lazy to get the damn door. Whoever was knocking at the door growled. Oddly reminiscent of GT when she had been given an extra math assignment, Kelsey thought, but no, she and Chelsey had been gone for almost a year now.
"Hold on, I know something that gets her every time." The growling voice assured what was presumably the group. "KELSI, I'VE GOT BOBA FE-"
Faster than you can say 'insane fangirl' all four of them were inside the house and Kelsi was staring at then blankly.
"What the- is it Halloween already?" She asked numbly, looking over the group from Wes' bright orange flight suit to Chelsey's black robes, and finally GT and Boba Fett's Mandalorian armor.
"Well, not for another few months, but I think I know what I'll be wearing." GT smirked.
"Ya, ya, enough of the sarcasm GT, we're wasting valuable time in which I could be wreaking havoc on the universe- and you know how I am when I haven't tortured/blackmailed/generally caused mayhem by ten." Chelsey reminded her. GT shuddered.
"OK Kelsi, here's what happened. . ."
*One freaking long explanation later*
"So that's why we need the parts." GT explained.
Kelsi didn't even blink after their story. One of the advantages of having a friend who was a few cards short of a full deck- you don't need to spend that much time convincing them that something completely impossible is the reason you haven't been to school in a year. Comes in handy once and a while.
"I don't have anything like that here; Gen was the one who could get that stuff that we used to use all the time." Kelsi told them.
"All right, let's go find this Gen then!" Exclaimed Wes, somewhat anxious to be out of the company of the three Earth natives.
The girls shared a look.
"We would. . ." Kelsi began.
". . . If Gen hadn't moved to Nova Scotia last year." Chelsey finished.
"So we got to Nova Scotia, no big deal, right?" Wes asked hopefully. (For all of you who don't know what the big deal is, go find Edmonton Alberta on a map, then find Halifax, Nova Scotia. It's a big deal.)
"Well we *have* to repair the ships, right?" GT mused. "That much we've got. Now, I realize that there is no way in the Universe that your parents would have let you get your learners license," she inferred, pointing to Kelsi, "but Danielle's would have already."
"Even if we got her though, how are we going to ask her parents to borrow a car so that we can drive two Star Wars characters across the country to repair their space ships? You do realize that I'm already having a hard time keeping the men with the nice white coats off my tail," Kelsi reminded her.
"Which is why we get Nat," Chelsey told them.
"Isn't a gnat a type of small biting fly?" Fett asked skeptically.
"That and the only girl in ninth grade who knows how to hotwire a car," Chelsey said.
"Alright, but we've got to stop by Chelsey and my houses first, Mandalorian armor and a Sith suit aren't exactly at the height of fashion down here," GT suggested, "and maybe we should get something for them too." Wes and Boba shared a glance. In a matter of minutes these teens had decided to hotwire a car and drive it across the country, whilst displaying no visible moral qualms, and take them along for the ride? Fun. ^_^
*Two hours later*
"Has anyone else noticed that you never appreciate haw large a town is until you have to sneak across it without being seen?" Chelsey asked as GT slipped back out her living room window.
"Am I consorting with a known criminal?" Wes asked, noticing that her shirt read 'Property of New Orleans Parish Jail'.
"Only in fifty two galaxies," Boba answered innocently, misjudging to which person the question was directed.
"Actually that's now one thousand three hundred forty six. It kind of sky rocketed after you assassinated a member of Naboo royalty." GT informed him. He paused for a moment.
"Only that many?" He asked surreptitiously.
"You got better at not being seen."
"Oh." He surveyed the clothes the group was wearing as his bounty hunter's mind began nagging at him. "Just out of curiosity, what do we do if one of us gets shot?"
"Bleed and or die." GT answered casually.
"So we're definitely avoiding that one." Wes observed. Kelsi walked up to Danielle's door.
"You all hide of something; Danielle's parents might be home." She advised, ringing the doorbell. Fortunately for the group, Danielle answered the door.
"GT and Chelsey landed in my back yard with Wes Jansen and Boba Fett and we need you to drive us all to Nova Scotia so that we can get the parts to fix their ship after Nat hotwires us a truck so that we can fit the parts in the back."
"OK."
I told you insane friends were useful.
Just then, a large truck rolled up the driveway. A tall brown haired girl leaned out the window. "Hey guys."
"Nat?" GT asked. "How did you know where we were?"
"Explanation later, being chased by cops."
Chelsey noticed a siren in the distance. "OK, sounds good, time to go." They squeezed into the back along with the already loaded Slave I and X Wing. Just as GT was about to get in, a police car swerved around the corner. The bounty hunter in training slammed the doors and put on her biggest, most innocent smile as the officer strode up. The fact that trying to look innocent only made her seem more guilty than before notwithstanding, the 'Property of New Orleans Parish Jail' shirt wasn't helping much either. The cop walked past GT and up to Nat in the driver's seat, so GT hurriedly followed.
"Do you know why I'm here young lady?" He asked.
//Uh oh, this is bad. Come on, GT, think Star Wars- what would Obi Wan do? \\ She mentally berated herself. Obi Wan? Bingo.
"This is not the truck you're looking for." GT tried.
"Then again, this might not be the right truck," the officer agreed.
"No, it's not. In fact, you should be looking for that important criminal on the loose."
"I should be after that criminal- what was the name again?"
"Uh." GT spluttered, "You were looking for Jack. Yes, you were looking for er. Jack.. Um. Sparrow?"
The cop rushed to his car and squealed out of the driveway and down the street.
"Jack Sparrow? You just sent a cop after a fictitious character?" Nat asked.
"Hey, I didn't think Boba Fett was real either and look how that one turned out."
"Ya, I think we should all have a chat about that actually. Not that I have a problem with skipping school for a few weeks or anything, I just took a pop quiz in math and I'm not to eager to see the results, but I think that Star Wars the movie might be being erased from Earth's history."
"What?" Chelsey asked, squirming through the ships to join the conversation from the back.
"I know what you mean," Danielle agreed, "This morning I woke up and I couldn't remember Luke's last name."
"And my mom doesn't know who Darth Vader is," Kelsi chipped in.
"What about fanfiction.net and all those other sights with Star Wars stuff on them?" Chelsey asked.
"Their gone," Kelsi told them, "even all my stories off my computer have been erased.
GT knitted her brow. "Maybe because the Star Wars time line is tangling with ours, all of the information about it has been wiped out."
"I don't know, but I think that that cop should be remembering exactly which movie he last heard the phrase 'Jack Sparrow' in shortly, and by then I'd like to be out of the province." Nat suggested.
"One second, how did you know that we needed you to hotwire us a truck and get Fett and Jansen's ships?" GT asked.
"Remember when we figured out how to hack US satellite systems?"
"Oh. Never mind."
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SSJ V: Hey, another chapter at last. Now if you'll excuse me, my math teacher assigned my class some holiday homework which I have to give my mom another excuse no to do. See Ya!
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V