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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mess, Mess EverywhereBy EbrooklynW
Kyp lay idly on the couch. Leia had left for the Senate. Han was off with Chewie making adjustments and repairs to the Falcon. Kyp had never had this before, living in the lap of luxury. If he wanted food, he could get Threepio to get it for him.
He had nothing to do today. These were the kind of days he'd fantasize about when he was a slave on Kessel. Now that Kyp found himself in this situation, it drove him insane. Not only that, but Kyp couldn't really do anything to help out. He didn't have the knowledge to assist Leia with anything political. Kyp couldn't help Han with repairs on the Falcon, aside from handing him tools.
Kyp ended up just feeling underfoot and useless when he tried to help. He knew Leia and Han just wanted him to recuperate from Kessel, but being this . . . lazy . . . had never been normal to him, even when living on Deyer with his parents.
As Kyp viewed it, he had two options. One, he lay on the couch and feel useless, or Two, he grabbed the twins (and maybe Threepio) and went to a museum or a park, or something. There has to be something better than just lying here on the sofa. With that thought, Kyp fluidly sat up, and stood. Instead of the plush carpet, Kyp's foot connected with one of the twins' spindly, painful toys.
After yelling several words that would have gotten him an "evil" look from Leia and a guffaw from Han, Kyp hopped about the room until the pain had ceased. Looking down, Kyp realized the messy state the room was in. The twins' toys were everywhere.
This wasn't usual. No matter how messy the twins were See-Threepio was very obsessed with cleanliness. This state of the apartment was never seen outside of the twins' bedroom where no droids dared enter. Kyp had originally assumed it had to do with the fact that the twins would start crying when Threepio entered, left over fear from the infamous reading of "Little Lost Bantha Cub". Apparently the actual reason was the twins had "in a moment of brilliance" rewired one of the cleaning droids.
"Clean faster now!" Jaina had said, clapping her hands excitedly. And the droid did clean faster, that is until it exploded, 5 minutes later.
It had been several weeks since the incident and apparently the cleaning droids thought that it would be a good idea to abandon the apartment. This was not good news for Kyp. This meant hard work. This was exactly what Kyp had wanted. Now Kyp new that the proverb "Be careful what you wish for . . . " was really true.
Looking back on his very few childhood memories he knew that the twins would be NO help, particularly because he was vividly aware of the twins cleaning habits. Jacen's particular form of cleaning was meticulous. It took him an hour to clean one small corner of his and Jaina's room. Jaina on the other hand had the unique cleaning method, probably learned from her father, of shoving everything that wasn't made of metal under her bed. While Threepio was able to clean in a reasonable pace, his constant chattering made any job seem to take forever.
Kyp decided that it was necessary for him to complete the job on his own. I'll need a bin to put all the toys in. Great. Now I have to take something out of their room, and then they'll want to "help". Kyp groaned and dragged himself to the twins' room.
Kyp glared at the door. It wouldn't open. Kyp pressed the button again. The panel let out a series of beeps then "Door is jammed. Will not close."
"The vapin' door is closed not open you worthless sensor piece of Ð-"
"BEEP BEEP BEEP Door is Jammed. Will not Close."
Kyp banged his head on the "jammed" door. Stupid sithin' sensors. Bang. Stupid sensors. Bang.
"Kyppie? Kyppie what you want?" Jaina's voice came through the door.
"Jaina. Jacen. You two get out here right now." Kyp had little tolerance for antics now that he had the suspicion that the twins had fried the door shut.
"Not now, Kyppie. Too Busy. Come out later." Jacen cheerfully called out through the door.
"Jacen. Now. Or I break the door."
With a low drone the sensor stopped its continual analysis of the door being jammed open. The door opened a crack and Jacen slipped out, the door sliding shut behind him.
"What you want Kyppie?" Jacen's eyes were innocent. Too Innocent.
"I want you to stand right there with your eyes closed. Close them real tight or you'll ruin the surprise!" Kyp quickly maneuvered Jacen until he stood far from the door.
Giggling, Jacen squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the big surprise.
Kyp quickly forced the door to open and leapt inside the room before the door could close on him. There littering the floor in tiny bits were the cleaning droids. Standing in the center of the room was Jaina as she worked on another one.
"Jaina . . ."
"Hi hi Kyppie. Make it work faster now." Jaina remained fixed on the droid in front of her.
"It broke last time Jaina. The companies make the droids for optimal performance- the fastest the can go. You can't make them go faster."
"Did so." Jaina hit the go button on the droid.
The droid whirred to life, instantly starting to clean the remains of its destroyed brethren. Kyp watched as it reached the five-minute mark.
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
. . .
"Wow Jaina, good job." Kyp watched the droid exit the room and continue cleaning.
The droid worked continuously for five more minutes until it exploded spectacularly in front Minister of State Leia Organa-Solo.
Kyp cringed. Not Good. Maybe now would be a good time to leave for the Jedi
Academy.
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