Disclaimer: I don't own the Quickie Mart or the super squishy! I also
don't own Star Wars. In fact, I don't really own anything of real
importance. Well, that just sucks! I need to get something of importance. I
wonder if you can buy Orlando Bloom on Ebay. That would be something
important to own, wouldn't it? Oh, well, if they don't have Orlando Bloom,
maybe they have Ewan McGregor or Viggo Mortenson. They're important, too.
Okay, just ignore my above rant. I'm kinda crazy, as I'm sure you could tell much earlier in this story.
Chapter 9
The bounty hunter and the three girls, an interesting group to say the least, started heading back to the Slave I.
Alicia would glare at Jango every few steps, and mutter something about Zam that was not very nice.
"So, Jango," Alee said, breaking the silence before Torie could start laughing. "Did you get all of the stuff to fix the Slave I?"
Jango stopped in his tracks. "Damn! I knew I was forgetting something! I totally forgot. I was supposed to pick them up from this guy over an hour ago."
"Wanna go see if we can still get them?" Torie suggested.
"Sure. Why not?" Jango replied.
After walking for a while, they came to a stop outside of a rather decrepit looking building. The sign, which looked as if it were once lit up many centuries ago, read "Palo's Parts".
"Geez, you get your parts here?" Alee said, wrinkling her nose. "No wonder the Slave I looks like a piece of junk."
Jango turned and glared at her. He was about to say something when a faint squeaky voice was heard.
"Who's there?" It asked.
"Hello, Palo," Jango said. "Remember me? We spoke in Mos Eisley."
Palo opened up a window in the door. A rather short window, as Palo was only about four feet tall. In fact, he made Torie look like a giant. (Author ducks as Torie shouts "Hey!" and throws her shoe at author's head.)
Palo looked at Jango for a moment, thinking. "Oh, yes!" he said. "Now I remember. The man in the Mandalorian armor. Parts for a Firespray ship, right?"
Jango nodded.
"Well, I'm sorry. You'll have to come back tomorrow. The shop closed an hour ago. You need to learn the meaning of the word 'punctual', buddy."
It sounded funny hearing a four foot tall little person talking trash to a rather tall six-foot bounty hunter who was wearing armor and many various weapons.
"Now, you listen here, shorty..." Jango began, but was stopped when the window slammed on his finger, which he had been pointing threateningly at Palo.
"Son of a bantha!" Jango cried, sticking his wounded finger in his mouth.
Alicia rolled her eyes and knocked on the door. The short window opened again.
"Oh, you people again. I said to come back tomorrow, and that's what I meant," he said, about to close the window again.
Alicia stuck her hand through the window and held it open.
"Listen, midget boy," Alicia said, "you see that guy whose finger you just broke?"
Palo nodded.
"He's Jango Fett, savvy?" Alicia said, doing a perfect Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean impression.
Palo's eyes opened wide. "Jango Fett? You mean, the most notorious bounty hunter in the universe?"
"Yep," Alicia replied.
"And now he's not so happy with you, Palo," Alee added.
"And trust me, it's not a good thing to have a bounty hunter mad at you," Torie said, remembering the whole Jaster Mereel insult thing.
Palo gulped, then opened up his door. Running over to Jango, he collapsed to his knees.
"Oh, please, sir, don't kill me! I didn't know it was you, sir! What can I do to make up for my rudeness?" Palo pleaded.
"You could give us our parts for free," Alicia suggested.
"Oh, of course! Please, come into my shop. I'll get your parts in no time!" Palo agreed, jumping up and running into his store.
Ten minutes later, the four were leaving Palo's shop, riding with their parts on a landspeeder that Palo had been so generous to give them.
Alicia looked at Jango and cleared her throat, obviously expecting Jango to say something to her.
Jango heard her, but didn't turn to face her, which was a good thing, because he was driving.
"Well, erm, girls, okay, Alicia, thanks for helping me out back there. That was good thinking," he said.
Alicia smiled. "You're quite welcome, Jango."
Once the four reached the Slave I, the girls went to hang out in the cockpit while Jango went to take the parts to the repair room.
Alee looked at her friends. "Well, that was quite interesting, wasn't it?"
"Yep, sure was," Torie agreed.
Alicia stared at her friends, dumbfounded. "You guys call starting a bar fight, then getting kidnapped by a man who fancies children interesting?"
"Think of it this way, Alicia," Alee explained, "how many people get to say that they did this without being on some illegal substance?"
"Good point," Alicia replied.
Just then, a voice was heard from somewhere else in the ship.
"Um, guys? This game's not fun anymore! Can I get out of here, please?"
"Boba!" All three girls exclaimed, slapping their hands to their foreheads.
"I totally forgot that he was down there!" Alicia admitted.
"Well, if we hurry, maybe we can get down to him before Jango finds out," Alee suggested.
The three hurried to the door, but were stopped when they heard Jango shout, "Girls, get down here now!"
All three girls grimaced, then said "Oh, crapity crap crap."
Okay, just ignore my above rant. I'm kinda crazy, as I'm sure you could tell much earlier in this story.
Chapter 9
The bounty hunter and the three girls, an interesting group to say the least, started heading back to the Slave I.
Alicia would glare at Jango every few steps, and mutter something about Zam that was not very nice.
"So, Jango," Alee said, breaking the silence before Torie could start laughing. "Did you get all of the stuff to fix the Slave I?"
Jango stopped in his tracks. "Damn! I knew I was forgetting something! I totally forgot. I was supposed to pick them up from this guy over an hour ago."
"Wanna go see if we can still get them?" Torie suggested.
"Sure. Why not?" Jango replied.
After walking for a while, they came to a stop outside of a rather decrepit looking building. The sign, which looked as if it were once lit up many centuries ago, read "Palo's Parts".
"Geez, you get your parts here?" Alee said, wrinkling her nose. "No wonder the Slave I looks like a piece of junk."
Jango turned and glared at her. He was about to say something when a faint squeaky voice was heard.
"Who's there?" It asked.
"Hello, Palo," Jango said. "Remember me? We spoke in Mos Eisley."
Palo opened up a window in the door. A rather short window, as Palo was only about four feet tall. In fact, he made Torie look like a giant. (Author ducks as Torie shouts "Hey!" and throws her shoe at author's head.)
Palo looked at Jango for a moment, thinking. "Oh, yes!" he said. "Now I remember. The man in the Mandalorian armor. Parts for a Firespray ship, right?"
Jango nodded.
"Well, I'm sorry. You'll have to come back tomorrow. The shop closed an hour ago. You need to learn the meaning of the word 'punctual', buddy."
It sounded funny hearing a four foot tall little person talking trash to a rather tall six-foot bounty hunter who was wearing armor and many various weapons.
"Now, you listen here, shorty..." Jango began, but was stopped when the window slammed on his finger, which he had been pointing threateningly at Palo.
"Son of a bantha!" Jango cried, sticking his wounded finger in his mouth.
Alicia rolled her eyes and knocked on the door. The short window opened again.
"Oh, you people again. I said to come back tomorrow, and that's what I meant," he said, about to close the window again.
Alicia stuck her hand through the window and held it open.
"Listen, midget boy," Alicia said, "you see that guy whose finger you just broke?"
Palo nodded.
"He's Jango Fett, savvy?" Alicia said, doing a perfect Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean impression.
Palo's eyes opened wide. "Jango Fett? You mean, the most notorious bounty hunter in the universe?"
"Yep," Alicia replied.
"And now he's not so happy with you, Palo," Alee added.
"And trust me, it's not a good thing to have a bounty hunter mad at you," Torie said, remembering the whole Jaster Mereel insult thing.
Palo gulped, then opened up his door. Running over to Jango, he collapsed to his knees.
"Oh, please, sir, don't kill me! I didn't know it was you, sir! What can I do to make up for my rudeness?" Palo pleaded.
"You could give us our parts for free," Alicia suggested.
"Oh, of course! Please, come into my shop. I'll get your parts in no time!" Palo agreed, jumping up and running into his store.
Ten minutes later, the four were leaving Palo's shop, riding with their parts on a landspeeder that Palo had been so generous to give them.
Alicia looked at Jango and cleared her throat, obviously expecting Jango to say something to her.
Jango heard her, but didn't turn to face her, which was a good thing, because he was driving.
"Well, erm, girls, okay, Alicia, thanks for helping me out back there. That was good thinking," he said.
Alicia smiled. "You're quite welcome, Jango."
Once the four reached the Slave I, the girls went to hang out in the cockpit while Jango went to take the parts to the repair room.
Alee looked at her friends. "Well, that was quite interesting, wasn't it?"
"Yep, sure was," Torie agreed.
Alicia stared at her friends, dumbfounded. "You guys call starting a bar fight, then getting kidnapped by a man who fancies children interesting?"
"Think of it this way, Alicia," Alee explained, "how many people get to say that they did this without being on some illegal substance?"
"Good point," Alicia replied.
Just then, a voice was heard from somewhere else in the ship.
"Um, guys? This game's not fun anymore! Can I get out of here, please?"
"Boba!" All three girls exclaimed, slapping their hands to their foreheads.
"I totally forgot that he was down there!" Alicia admitted.
"Well, if we hurry, maybe we can get down to him before Jango finds out," Alee suggested.
The three hurried to the door, but were stopped when they heard Jango shout, "Girls, get down here now!"
All three girls grimaced, then said "Oh, crapity crap crap."