TITLE: Don't
CATEGORY: Humor/Action/Adventure
RATING: Hmm. . . how about PG-13, just to be safe.
DISCLAIMER: I bet you've seen enough of these to know who owns what, huh?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't have Spell Check, so excuse any misspelled words, okay?
Chapter 1: Don't Look for Company on the Holonet.
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Han sat on a overstuffed grey chair in the living room, at his house, on Coursant, in the Star Wars galaxy, that's far away from ours, leafing through a magazine, that was full of slave girls and prostitiues.
"Peice of shit!" He heard Leia's pissed off voice come from the kitchen, in the house, on Coursant, in the Star Wars galaxy, that's far away from ours. Han quickly stood up from his chair, shoved the magazine under the coushin, and ran into the kitchen.
"Is that sewer rat back?" He asked, leaning against the door way, looking at his very angry fiancee.
"No, I can't get the dishwasher to work." Leia gritted out, kicking the dishwasher hard enough for the door to open.
"Well, kicking it won't fix it." He told her, going over to the dishwasher and closing it.
"Well, maybe if you actually helped with the house work around here I wouldn't get so mad." Leia fumed, pacing around the kitchen.
"Is it your time of the month again?" Han asked. He had to dodge to keep from getting smacked in the head with a green tinted, heavy, drinking glass. It narrowly missed his head and shattered against the wall, leaving a dent the size of his fist on the white plaster, in the kitchen, in the house, that's on Coursant. . .
"You know what? You're useless." Leia told Han, stomping over to him and looked him straight in the eyes. "And I'm leaving untill you get it through your thick Correlian skull that I can't do everything around here by myself." With that she stomped past him, grabbing her dark brown fur coat off a chair, and went to the door.
"Wait baby, don't go, I'll help." Han told her, following her to the door and grabbing her forearm.
"No, I'm leaving and not coming back until you change, which'll probably be never." She said, jerking her arm out of his grasp and flinging open the door and stepping out into the cold, Coursant night.
"No don't go, who's going to cook dinner tonight?" He called after her, which earned him a rude hand gester from the pissed off princess as she walked down the road and dissapered into the city.
"Shit, what do I do now?" Han said to himself as he closed the door behind him. He walked back over to the overstuffed grey chair and flopped down on it, putting his elbow on the arm and resting his chin in his hand. He sat there for a good twenty minutes, trying to figure out what to do. Then something clicked in his head.
"The Holonet!" He exclaimed, standing up. "That's what I'll do. I'll look for someone on the Holonet to spend my time with. I don't want to stay here alone waiting for Princess PMS to come back." He ran over to the computer and switched it on.
"Now, what's a good Holosite? How about pwh(stands for Planet Wide Holo) dot goodcompany dot com." He said, typing in the Holo adress and hitting the Send button. A holosite popped up.
"Looking for company?" of course I am, why else would I be here?" Han mumbled the the computer, scrolling down, looking at all the pictures of females and males of all kinds of species.
"No, mmm-mm, eww that one's ugly, no, what the hell is that?, nah. . . " He said, looking at each picture of the people avaiable. "He stopped when one caught his eye.
"Hello, what's this?" He question, staring at the picture. It was a picture of someone shrouded in a grey cloth that covered their entire face. Han didn't know if it was male, female, or even human because that information wasn't given.
I guess I'll go with this one." Han shrugged and click on the Send Over button and filled out the information screen that popped up.
"Okay, they should be here in a hour or so. Just in case it's a girl, I should make myself presentable." He said switching off the computer and walking up the stairs to the 'fresher. He came down an hour later wearing his best blue velvet suit and had his hair slicked back with what looked like a ton of hair gel. He carried in his hand a single red rose. As he walked dowm the stairs, he examined himself in the mirror in the hallway.
"Yeah, I look good." He said to his reflection, straightining out his suit coat. As he was examining himself in the mirror, the doorchime rang.
"That must be them." He said and walked over to the door and opened it. The grey shrouded figure stood there, holding a single white rose, which they dropped the minute they looked at Han.
"I know I'm handsome, but I didn't know I was so handsome that you went and dropped your rose." He said bending down to pick it up.
"This is for you." He said holding the rose out to the figure, who slowly reached out for it then snatched it out of his hand.
"Well, come on in." Han said, offering his hand to the figure, who just brushed past him and sat stiffly down on the far end of the couch. Han shut the door and sat down on the other side of the couch.
"Don't be shy, come sit by me." Han said, patting the seat by him.
"Not on your life, Solo." The figure said, their voice cold and emotionless.
Han's eyes widen with recognition at the voice. He went over to the figure and pulled off their shroud, revealing a green and red Mandalorian helmet with matching armor.
"Boba Fett?"
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So, What did you think about it? Was it good? Did it need more detail? Was it too short? Tell me. I love hearing from the readers!
CATEGORY: Humor/Action/Adventure
RATING: Hmm. . . how about PG-13, just to be safe.
DISCLAIMER: I bet you've seen enough of these to know who owns what, huh?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't have Spell Check, so excuse any misspelled words, okay?
Chapter 1: Don't Look for Company on the Holonet.
*~*
Han sat on a overstuffed grey chair in the living room, at his house, on Coursant, in the Star Wars galaxy, that's far away from ours, leafing through a magazine, that was full of slave girls and prostitiues.
"Peice of shit!" He heard Leia's pissed off voice come from the kitchen, in the house, on Coursant, in the Star Wars galaxy, that's far away from ours. Han quickly stood up from his chair, shoved the magazine under the coushin, and ran into the kitchen.
"Is that sewer rat back?" He asked, leaning against the door way, looking at his very angry fiancee.
"No, I can't get the dishwasher to work." Leia gritted out, kicking the dishwasher hard enough for the door to open.
"Well, kicking it won't fix it." He told her, going over to the dishwasher and closing it.
"Well, maybe if you actually helped with the house work around here I wouldn't get so mad." Leia fumed, pacing around the kitchen.
"Is it your time of the month again?" Han asked. He had to dodge to keep from getting smacked in the head with a green tinted, heavy, drinking glass. It narrowly missed his head and shattered against the wall, leaving a dent the size of his fist on the white plaster, in the kitchen, in the house, that's on Coursant. . .
"You know what? You're useless." Leia told Han, stomping over to him and looked him straight in the eyes. "And I'm leaving untill you get it through your thick Correlian skull that I can't do everything around here by myself." With that she stomped past him, grabbing her dark brown fur coat off a chair, and went to the door.
"Wait baby, don't go, I'll help." Han told her, following her to the door and grabbing her forearm.
"No, I'm leaving and not coming back until you change, which'll probably be never." She said, jerking her arm out of his grasp and flinging open the door and stepping out into the cold, Coursant night.
"No don't go, who's going to cook dinner tonight?" He called after her, which earned him a rude hand gester from the pissed off princess as she walked down the road and dissapered into the city.
"Shit, what do I do now?" Han said to himself as he closed the door behind him. He walked back over to the overstuffed grey chair and flopped down on it, putting his elbow on the arm and resting his chin in his hand. He sat there for a good twenty minutes, trying to figure out what to do. Then something clicked in his head.
"The Holonet!" He exclaimed, standing up. "That's what I'll do. I'll look for someone on the Holonet to spend my time with. I don't want to stay here alone waiting for Princess PMS to come back." He ran over to the computer and switched it on.
"Now, what's a good Holosite? How about pwh(stands for Planet Wide Holo) dot goodcompany dot com." He said, typing in the Holo adress and hitting the Send button. A holosite popped up.
"Looking for company?" of course I am, why else would I be here?" Han mumbled the the computer, scrolling down, looking at all the pictures of females and males of all kinds of species.
"No, mmm-mm, eww that one's ugly, no, what the hell is that?, nah. . . " He said, looking at each picture of the people avaiable. "He stopped when one caught his eye.
"Hello, what's this?" He question, staring at the picture. It was a picture of someone shrouded in a grey cloth that covered their entire face. Han didn't know if it was male, female, or even human because that information wasn't given.
I guess I'll go with this one." Han shrugged and click on the Send Over button and filled out the information screen that popped up.
"Okay, they should be here in a hour or so. Just in case it's a girl, I should make myself presentable." He said switching off the computer and walking up the stairs to the 'fresher. He came down an hour later wearing his best blue velvet suit and had his hair slicked back with what looked like a ton of hair gel. He carried in his hand a single red rose. As he walked dowm the stairs, he examined himself in the mirror in the hallway.
"Yeah, I look good." He said to his reflection, straightining out his suit coat. As he was examining himself in the mirror, the doorchime rang.
"That must be them." He said and walked over to the door and opened it. The grey shrouded figure stood there, holding a single white rose, which they dropped the minute they looked at Han.
"I know I'm handsome, but I didn't know I was so handsome that you went and dropped your rose." He said bending down to pick it up.
"This is for you." He said holding the rose out to the figure, who slowly reached out for it then snatched it out of his hand.
"Well, come on in." Han said, offering his hand to the figure, who just brushed past him and sat stiffly down on the far end of the couch. Han shut the door and sat down on the other side of the couch.
"Don't be shy, come sit by me." Han said, patting the seat by him.
"Not on your life, Solo." The figure said, their voice cold and emotionless.
Han's eyes widen with recognition at the voice. He went over to the figure and pulled off their shroud, revealing a green and red Mandalorian helmet with matching armor.
"Boba Fett?"
*~*--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*~*
So, What did you think about it? Was it good? Did it need more detail? Was it too short? Tell me. I love hearing from the readers!