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 2: Don't Walk Through Strange Doorways.
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"I can't belive they sent me you." Han fumed, pacing up and down in front of the couch.
"You picked me." Boba retorted, ajusting his shroud while watching Han pace.
"That's besides the point." Han said, knowing Boba was right but not wanting to show him that he was. "Now I want you to leave and tell the place you came from it not gonna work." Han said, pointing at the door.
"I can't, we have to go out to a fancy restauraunt and I have to record what happens and show the people at the place how it went." Boba told him, holding a small, silver camera about the size and shape of a golf ball in his hand.
Han rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's make this quick. I don't want to spend more time with you then I have to." He said, walking to the door and flinging it open and stomping out into the night.
"Come on, quit taking your own sweet time." Han called after Boba, who was walking slowly toward Han's yellow speeder car with a black stripe going up the hood.
"Don't rush me Solo." Boba growled at him and got in the car and sat down in the passanger seat. He then put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his hands, looking sulkily out the window.
"Hey, I hate this as much as you do." Han said, getting into the drivers seat and starting the engine and driving out into the city.
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Leia walked down a street, lit with neon signs from various casinos and hotels and street lights. She stopped and sat down on a bench, resting her aching legs and feet.
"Maybe I was too hard on Han." Leia sighed. "I should go back and apologize to him." She stood up from her seat and walked back down the street to the house.
"Han, I'm home." Leia called as she walked in the door and flung her coat on the stairs. "Han?" When he didn't answer, her anger flared up again.
"That son of a bitch, he left, without leaving a note on top of it." With that she snatched a peice of paper and pen off the table and scribbled down a note. She then snatched her coat off the stairs and stormed out of the house.
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"You better not try an poison me while my back is turned Fett." He growled at Boba as they sat at a table at the fanciest restauraunt on Coursant.
"I have faster ways of killing you Solo, you should know that by now." Boba told him, pulling a feeding straw out from under his helmet and placed it in a glass of water and began sipping it.
"Still. . . " Han said, eyeing Boba warily, putting a hand over his glass of white wine.
"May I take your order sir?" A male Twi'lek waiter, dressed in fancy maroon suit asked Han.
"I'll have the Nerf medallions in the special sauce, cooked medium rare." He told him.
"What about you?" He asked Boba, who just shook his head no.
"Okay, It'll be ready shortly." The waiter said, picking the menus up and scurryed off toward the kitchen.
"Why didn't you get anything?" Han asked Boba, who was still drinking his water.
"Do you care if I get anything or not?" He asked, ajusting the camera on the table.
"No, I'm just curious." Han told him, shrugging slightly.
"Curiosity slaughtered the Bantha." Boba retorted and went back to drinking his water.
"Trying to get you to talk is like pulling teeth." Han told him. Boba just ignored him.
"Here's your Nerf medallions sir. Enjoy." The waiter said, setting a plate down in front of Han.
"Doesn't it smell good Fett?" Han taunted, waving the scent of the medallions toward Boba.
"I can't smell anything through the helmet." Boba told him, switching his now empty water glass with a full one. Han quickly quit was he was doing and ate his dinner. When he was done he paid the cashier and walked out to the parking lot.
"Come on Fett, you walk so damn slow." Han said, getting really annoyed.
"Nobody tells you how fast or slow to walk, so don't tell me." Boba told him camly, walking to where Han was.
"What's that?" Han said suddenly, looking over Boba's shoulder.
"A blue, shiny door." Boba answered, turning to see what Han was looking at.
"Let's go see where it leads." Han told Boba.
"Let's not and say we did." Boba said, leaning against a car.
"Let's and say we didn't." Han said back, walking toward the door.
"Solo, you're an idiot, what if that door leads to. . . some place we don't know." Boba gritted out as Han reached for the doorknob.
"Where could it lead to, some other universe that we don't know?" Han asked sarcastically and opened the door. Inside, it was swirling black and purple smoke, studded with blue stars.
"You go first Fett, it could be dangerous." Han said, shoving Boba toward the door. Boba stepped through the door. A few seconds later his hand shot out of the smoke, grabbed Han's and dragged him through as well. When that happened, the door slammed shut behind them and they were hurled through some sort of vortex and spat out in the middle of a street in some huge city.
"Where are we Fett?" Han asked, looking up at the tall buildings.
"Let's find out shall we?" Boba said and reached behind his back and pulled a huge purple book with a picture of the United States on it.
"We're in a city called. . . New York." Boba said, looking down at the book.
"What planet is that on?" Han asked, looking very confused.
"Earth." Boba answered.
"Well, I guess that teaches me to walk through weird doorways." Han said, earning him a smack in the back of the head with the book Boba was holding.
"Let's just find a way back to our universe." Boba said, putting his book back from whever he got it from.
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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 2: Don't Walk Through Strange Doorways.
*~*
"I can't belive they sent me you." Han fumed, pacing up and down in front of the couch.
"You picked me." Boba retorted, ajusting his shroud while watching Han pace.
"That's besides the point." Han said, knowing Boba was right but not wanting to show him that he was. "Now I want you to leave and tell the place you came from it not gonna work." Han said, pointing at the door.
"I can't, we have to go out to a fancy restauraunt and I have to record what happens and show the people at the place how it went." Boba told him, holding a small, silver camera about the size and shape of a golf ball in his hand.
Han rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's make this quick. I don't want to spend more time with you then I have to." He said, walking to the door and flinging it open and stomping out into the night.
"Come on, quit taking your own sweet time." Han called after Boba, who was walking slowly toward Han's yellow speeder car with a black stripe going up the hood.
"Don't rush me Solo." Boba growled at him and got in the car and sat down in the passanger seat. He then put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his hands, looking sulkily out the window.
"Hey, I hate this as much as you do." Han said, getting into the drivers seat and starting the engine and driving out into the city.
*~*
Leia walked down a street, lit with neon signs from various casinos and hotels and street lights. She stopped and sat down on a bench, resting her aching legs and feet.
"Maybe I was too hard on Han." Leia sighed. "I should go back and apologize to him." She stood up from her seat and walked back down the street to the house.
"Han, I'm home." Leia called as she walked in the door and flung her coat on the stairs. "Han?" When he didn't answer, her anger flared up again.
"That son of a bitch, he left, without leaving a note on top of it." With that she snatched a peice of paper and pen off the table and scribbled down a note. She then snatched her coat off the stairs and stormed out of the house.
*~*
"You better not try an poison me while my back is turned Fett." He growled at Boba as they sat at a table at the fanciest restauraunt on Coursant.
"I have faster ways of killing you Solo, you should know that by now." Boba told him, pulling a feeding straw out from under his helmet and placed it in a glass of water and began sipping it.
"Still. . . " Han said, eyeing Boba warily, putting a hand over his glass of white wine.
"May I take your order sir?" A male Twi'lek waiter, dressed in fancy maroon suit asked Han.
"I'll have the Nerf medallions in the special sauce, cooked medium rare." He told him.
"What about you?" He asked Boba, who just shook his head no.
"Okay, It'll be ready shortly." The waiter said, picking the menus up and scurryed off toward the kitchen.
"Why didn't you get anything?" Han asked Boba, who was still drinking his water.
"Do you care if I get anything or not?" He asked, ajusting the camera on the table.
"No, I'm just curious." Han told him, shrugging slightly.
"Curiosity slaughtered the Bantha." Boba retorted and went back to drinking his water.
"Trying to get you to talk is like pulling teeth." Han told him. Boba just ignored him.
"Here's your Nerf medallions sir. Enjoy." The waiter said, setting a plate down in front of Han.
"Doesn't it smell good Fett?" Han taunted, waving the scent of the medallions toward Boba.
"I can't smell anything through the helmet." Boba told him, switching his now empty water glass with a full one. Han quickly quit was he was doing and ate his dinner. When he was done he paid the cashier and walked out to the parking lot.
"Come on Fett, you walk so damn slow." Han said, getting really annoyed.
"Nobody tells you how fast or slow to walk, so don't tell me." Boba told him camly, walking to where Han was.
"What's that?" Han said suddenly, looking over Boba's shoulder.
"A blue, shiny door." Boba answered, turning to see what Han was looking at.
"Let's go see where it leads." Han told Boba.
"Let's not and say we did." Boba said, leaning against a car.
"Let's and say we didn't." Han said back, walking toward the door.
"Solo, you're an idiot, what if that door leads to. . . some place we don't know." Boba gritted out as Han reached for the doorknob.
"Where could it lead to, some other universe that we don't know?" Han asked sarcastically and opened the door. Inside, it was swirling black and purple smoke, studded with blue stars.
"You go first Fett, it could be dangerous." Han said, shoving Boba toward the door. Boba stepped through the door. A few seconds later his hand shot out of the smoke, grabbed Han's and dragged him through as well. When that happened, the door slammed shut behind them and they were hurled through some sort of vortex and spat out in the middle of a street in some huge city.
"Where are we Fett?" Han asked, looking up at the tall buildings.
"Let's find out shall we?" Boba said and reached behind his back and pulled a huge purple book with a picture of the United States on it.
"We're in a city called. . . New York." Boba said, looking down at the book.
"What planet is that on?" Han asked, looking very confused.
"Earth." Boba answered.
"Well, I guess that teaches me to walk through weird doorways." Han said, earning him a smack in the back of the head with the book Boba was holding.
"Let's just find a way back to our universe." Boba said, putting his book back from whever he got it from.
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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!