((...you know...I really like vanilla.))

Now I don't ask for much of my comrades. All I ask is for sanity and respect. This morning, I was asleep, as any sane person would be. And of course, that obviously excludes Wembly. He strode into my room, dropped Bongo on my bed and said, "WAKE UP YOU WONDERFUL WOMAN!!! WE'RE ON TATOOINE AND I WANT YOU TO COME ALONG WITH ME!!!" I growled, attempted to kick Bongo off my bed but ended up kicking something squishy and wet. I blinked, sat up and stared at my foot. It was covered in what looked like leftovers gone bad, cigarette butts, potato chips, and spam all mixed together. My eyes widened with horror. "WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! WHAT IS THIS STUFF WEMBLY?!" I shouted.

Someone cackled maniacally. A certain blue someone. My eyes narrowed in hardly contained rage as I sprang out of bed. I snatched what remained of the stuff from Mission and dumped it over her head. Wembly started inching towards the door, but I whirled on him and said, "DON'T YOU DARE MOVE YOU BRAINLESS OAF!!" Wembly's eyes widened as he realized he was spotted and he bolted from the room. I snarled and chased after the back stabbing bastard, Mission shrieking in an enraged manner as I left.

I saw Wembly run out of the Ebon Hawk and hesitated at the ramp. I thought to myself, 'What's more important? Catching up with Wembly and beating the living daylights out of him, or staying here and maintaining a proper image? After all, I'm HARDLY presentable at all...it would take me at LEAST an hour to get ready and by that time Wembly would be long gone...hmmm...oh well, it's not like I'm going to meet anyone I know here, right?' I then took off after Wembly, ignoring the stares I received probably due to my tangled hair, blood-shot eyes, and footie pajamas with little kitten pictures all over it. I shrugged away their stares and ran after Wembly's retreating form.

As I rounded a corner, I accidentally ran right into a twi'lek that was leaving the nearby pub. I quickly got up, helped her to her feet and apologized. I was about to take off after Wembly again when she stopped me by saying, "You...you're Bastila right? Helena's daughter? My how you've grown!" I froze, turned to face her, my jaw dropped as low it could go. The twi'lek rambled on as soon as she saw she had my attention. "It IS you! Your mother is in there in case you want to see her before she...well...you know." I stared at her blankly and asked, "Before she what?" The twi'lek's eyes bulged out of their sockets and she then became very nervous. "Oh...you don't know. Well...she's sick. Very sick. The doctors say she doesn't have much more time left. I'm sorry...I thought you knew..."

I just stood there staring at her as she walked off, blinking slowly. "Well now that's rather depressing. Shall I go with you to see your mother then you wonderful woman?" Wembly asked from behind me. I yelped, twirled around, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him down to eye level with me. "DON'T. EVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN!" I yelled, shaking him after each word. Wembly grinned sheepishly and said, "Sure thing. Now would you please let go of me? People are beginning to stare at us." I grumbled as I let him go, storming back towards the Ebon Hawk, choosing to ignore the fact that my mother was in the building that I was just standing next to. "Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on there Bastila! Don't you want to see your mother?" Wembly asked, whilst jogging up to me. I turned, glared at him and said, "No."

Wembly grinned maniacally and started walking towards me saying, "Oh I think you do want to see her. You really do." Realizing his intent, I quickly reached for my lightsaber, only to find out I had left it back at the Ebon Hawk. I swore and turned to run, but I was too slow. Wembly tackled me from behind and began dragging me towards the pub, and my mother.