Mmmmkay so....I'm back....yeah....I won't lie...I've just been lazy and that's why I haven't updated. So I'm sorry. Yeah....
Replies to reviewers!
Arrowmaker- Ahhh yes. Vanilla...the sacred flavor. I also like moose tracks. Chocolate is good for your soul :-D
Tulkas- Why thank ya! I enjoy writing for Bastila and Mission, as well as Wembly. There are probably going to be more random happenings similar to the one they are in now, only Bastila will probably lose the footie pajamas after she turns evil...anyway, thanks for reviewing, otherwise the fic would've remained unupdated for a looooooong time.
I looked up from my table after hearing an all too familiar enraged scream. I blinked as I saw some strange man dragging my bedraggled daughter into the bar. Motherly instincts overtook me as I pushed myself up, stormed over to the man, and slapped him full across the face, sending him sprawling. The man slammed onto the ground, a surprised look evident on his face. He rubbed his jaw and muttered, "God. Damn. That's the LAST time I try to play the peace-maker. You're on your own Bastila." With that he pushed himself off of the ground and stormed off, leaving a string of obscenities in his wake. I heard Bastila sigh and say, "Smooth mom. Real smooth. Now he's going to whine and complain about this for DAYS!".
I glared at my daughter and said, "Well excuse me for thinking he was attacking you! I was only trying to protect you!" Bastila laughed dryly. "You? Protect me? You couldn't even protect me from the rancor that lived under my bed!" I blinked in a confused manner and said, "It was only an abnormally large dust bunny dear..." Bastila's cheeks burned bright red and she yelled, "WELL WHEN I WAS LITTLE I SURE AS HELL THOUGHT IT WAS A RANCOR!!!" She blinked then added with a shudder, "Besides...I don't like rabbits either...not since that movie..." I cocked my head to a side and asked, "You're still upset about that one movie your father watched?" Bastila scowled and said, "No...it's not that one time...Wembly watches that movie all the time with Mission and Canderous now. They told me that Monty Python is the god of all comedies...speaking of father, where IS he?"
I closed my eyes and fought off the tears I knew were sure to come and managed to mutter out, "Your father is dead Bastila. He was killed by a krayt dragon out on the dunes." Silence reigned between us for a while. Bastila broke the silence by stuttering out, "What?...No...what did you do to him?!" Anger replaced my sadness. I glared at my daughter and sneered out, "Well isn't this nice? I'm dying and all you can do is place the blame of your father's death on my shoulders. Sure, go ahead and blame me. That's all you've ever done."
Bastila's eyes flashed with anger and she replied, her voice dripping with acid, "Why not?! Every problem I ever had when I was little was your fault!" Both me and my daughter abruptly shut up and looked at each other quizzically when we heard sappy music begin to play in the back round, the kind of sappy music you only hear on soap operas. As one we looked up towards the ceiling and saw a blue twi'lek and the man from earlier up there, the twi'lek holding a boom box that was playing said music and the man holding up a lighter and swaying to the music. "WEMBLY!!!! MISSION!!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!" Bastila roared, force jumping up towards them.
Wembly and Missions' widened in horror as they saw my daughter's approach. "QUICK MISSION! EVASIVE MANEUVER NUMBER 86!!!!" Wembly shouted as he dove to the left. Mission shouted an affirmative and jumped straight in the air, landed on Bastila's back on her descent, jumped off of Bastila's back, landed on the ground and took off running after Wembly who had left a few seconds previous. Bastila began to give chase but I shouted out, "WAIT BASTILA!". Amazingly, she DID wait, giving me a look that stated, 'Hurry up and say what you have to say so I can go kill those two.'. I swallowed hard, and said quietly, "If you end up in the sand dunes...please look for your father's holocron and bring it to me...now please don't start arguing with me again, I'm just asking. You don't have to do it but if you did...I'd be grateful." Bastila's face was an unreadable mask, but she finally nodded and said, "Fine. If I happen upon it I'll bring it to you. Now excuse me...". With that last phrase, Bastila took off, chasing down Wembly and Mission.
I returned to my seat and sat down, an involuntary smile crossing my face. For all the time my daughter and I had been apart, Bastila was still the same. Right down to the kitten footie pajamas.