((Replies to reviewers!

Tulkas: Oh don't worry, mostly Wembly's pride was just wounded. Plus with all the slaps he's probably received from Bastila, his face is most likely immune to most attacks. Glad to see that you know about Monty Python…when I start quoting it at my school, people just stare at me…fortunately I have a friend who's as obsessed with Monty Python as I am…so needless to say, we annoy people :-D

Arrow Maker: Marsh mellows are the ultimate incarnate of evil, I don't blame you for being afraid of them. Yes the bunny does kick ass. Him and Tim both. And Sir Lancelot…and Sir Robin…anyhoo! Once again, I'm glad to see there are tons of Monty Python fans out there. I thought we were a dying breed but apparently I was wrong. Always remember, "In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow must beat its wings 43 times every second"!

R.M.N.: Nice to see you've stumbled upon this story. Yes the sappy music thing is something I'd talk about doing but never get around to doing because I'm a friggin pansy. Oh well at least I know all the good hiding spots. When I first stated that Bastila was in footie pajamas, I thought to myself, "Footie pajamas isn't enough…I need something more…" So I kept thinking and thought again, "KITTENS!!!" I don't know why, but kitten footie pajamas seem so…..Bastila-ish…don't you agree?

JediDude: Now now, don't swear at the nice Jedi. All he did was laugh…maniacally…yes….well…the footie pajamas may be wrong for a person Bastila's age…but who cares? Thank you for the compliment in any case, as this is my first time writing a story in first person (I) instead of third person (he, she, it…stupid English class….I hates it forever…it was possibly the most annoying class I ever went through in my Freshman year…yes I am only a Sophmore…BWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) So ta-ta! And remember, if you're ever faced off against an extremely angry woman, give her a bar of chocolate and your life will be saved! HOORAY FOR CHOCOLATE!!!

Warning!!!! LONG CHAPTER AHEAD!!!! Enjoy!))

I ran for dear life as I heard Bastila gaining slowly behind me. Crud, crap, darn, dang! WHERE THE !#!#!!#!!!#! IS WEMBLY?! I thought to myself, picking up the pace and weaving my way through a crowd of civilians. I glanced over to my right, returned my sight to ahead of me, then did a double-take, looking back at to my right. SHADOWS! YIPPIE! I thought as I scrambled towards the shadows created by a building. I leapt towards the shadows and activated my stealth field generator in mid-air, vanishing from sight, confusing many onlookers. I then quickly scrambled up the wall of the building and lay down to further reduce my visibility. I tried to regulate my heavy breathing as I heard Bastila muttering and swearing just below me.

Bastila suddenly let out such a ripe oath I couldn't help but gasp in surprise. This declaration was followed by what I thought was Bastila turning and running in the direction she came. I peeked over the top of the building to see Bastila being chased by four or five Dark Jedi. Wow…not good I mused as I realized that Bastila couldn't handle these guys for the following reasons: 1, she didn't have any armor on, only her footie pajamas; 2, she was all ready tired for chasing Wembly and me around; and 3, she didn't have her lightsaber with her…I actually had it…hey don't look at me like that! I thought I told you all ready! Weapons of mass destruction FASCINATE me!

I watched as she was tackled from behind and knocked over the head, rendering her unconscious. I cupped my hand to my chin in thought as I saw her carried away Hmmm….now should I pretend I didn't see that like everyone else or go rescue Bastila? Decisions decisions… I sighed as I knew the latter was the right thing to do and I grumpily jumped down from my perch and trotted after the Dark Jedi.

I followed them to a docked ship that was black in color. I blinked as I regarded the ship. It was actually quite nice. If I had time I'd have to remember to steal it. As they boarded it, I quickly went after them, rolling forward a little to dodge the closing ramp hatch. That was close… I thought as I stood up slowly, dusting myself off. I followed the Sith into another room which contained a force cage. Nice…hmmm…I really SHOULD steal this ship. Then I could put Bastila in there whenever she annoys me…muahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. My eyes glinted evilly as I saw the Dark Jedi had the same idea as me. It was all I could do to prevent myself from pointing and laughing as Bastila was thrown inside the cage. The Sith left after activating the force cage, leaving me and Bastila in the room alone.

I waited until I was positive they were gone and whispered, "Tatooine to Bastila. This is Tatooine calling. Come in Bastila over." When I didn't see her stir I sighed and pulled out some of her make-up I had stolen (besides the lightsaber that is) and began applying it to myself as I said aloud, "Gee I really do love using Bastila's make-up! If she knew I was using this now, she'd probably try to kill me!" I heard a low snarling noise coming from Bastila's direction and saw her lifting her head, a murderous expression painted across her face. She seemed about to say something in my general direction (well I was just a little bit of eye-shadow and blush floating in the air as I still had my stealth field generator activated…) when the ship lurched. I realized it was taking off and swore to myself.

Bastila, still glaring at my general direction, said to me, "Oh for heaven's sake Mission, take the stupid stealth field generator off! I don't want to look like an idiot if they come back and ask who I'm talking to!" I cocked my head to a side and said grinning, "Oh but we all knew you were crazy. So they wouldn't be surprised to see you talking to a non-existent person." Bastila's eyes narrowed and she muttered something to the effect of, "I wish you WERE non-existent." I scowled and said, "Look Ms. Pissy, you want me to help you out of there or not?!" Bastila pushed herself up into a sitting position and muttered, "Fine fine. You'll have to get the codes to unlock this thing first though. The idiots in the cockpit should have them." I sighed and said, "Fine fine. But if I get caught and die it's all your fault." Bastila grinned maliciously and said happily, "Then my life's goal would be fufilled and I could die happy." I shot her a glare that could make a Wookie cower in fear (well…Zaalbar at least…) and stormed off to find the cockpit.

I crouched down low at the entrance of the cockpit, trying to motivate myself to inch closer to the Dark Jedi. Oh come on you big sissy! Just sneak up, look for the codes or listen for them or something, and sneak back to Bastila! The only thing that'll happen if you're caught is that you'll die. Nothing big…dear God if I live through this Bastila better be thankful!. As I inched closer I realized that the Dark Jedi were currently having a conversation with someone over the ship's comlink system. I looked up at the screen and saw Darth Malak on the screen. Of course…I just have to try to steal something when HE'S around. Wonderful…well here goes… I inched a little closer to them, but before I was able to even so much as glance around, I was knocked backwards by a powerful force, thrown up against the wall which, upon impact, shattered my stealth field generator. Ohhh….poopy. I thought and shook my head to clear it. No sooner had that thought left my mind I felt a hand grab me by the throat and lift me into the air, making it almost impossible to breathe. "Ahhh. I was wondering when you would be stupid enough get closer so we could actually determine who and where you were. To think that Bastila's rescuer is just a little kid…a twi'lek kid at that. Does Bastila really expect this pathetic alien to rescue her?" I heard the Dark Jedi who was holding me say. My eye's narrowed in anger and I managed to gasp out, "Little…..kid?! I'll…..show you….little kid!" I then wheeled back my leg and delivered a well-placed (and well-deserved…stupid jerk) kick to an unmentionable area of his body. He let out a surprised and pained "Ooof" but did not let go of me, only loosened his grip on my throat. While his companions behind him sniggered he regained his composure. He then squeezed my throat to the point I was sure my neck was going to snap at any second and snarled, "You little rotten bitch! (A/N: AHHH SWEAR WORD!!! SHIELD YOUR EYES!!!) I was just going to kill as quickly, but now your death will not only be slow, it'll be as painful as I can make it." I was still pretty pissed off at the moment so I just returned his glare with an equally hateful one of my own and raised my leg again slowly. "DON'T YOU DARE!" he shouted and stopped my rapidly approaching foot with his Force powers. He failed although to notice my other foot was following up the stopped one. He managed to grab it with his free hand before it struck home though. He shot me a look of pure hatred and started to say something. The next second, my knee was driving into his stomach. It surprised him enough to the extent I was I able to free my leg from his hand and drive my foot at my original target.

This time he let me go, stumbling backwards as he grunted in pain. I slammed onto the floor, sat up and began rubbing my throat, all the while glaring at the now doubled-over Dark Jedi. "Oh boo hoo. You let yourself be beaten by a 'little kid'. So sad." I muttered. The next second I was lifted into the air again, only this time I was lifted up by someone was using the Force to hold me up. I was thrust up against the wall, rather hard I might add. As my vision cleared, I noticed none of the Dark Jedi present were the ones holding me up. I blinked confusedly and looked over at the screen, seeing Malak there with a look of disgust upon his face and his arm held out in front of him. I saw Malak's hand begin to close slowly and felt the pressure upon my throat begin to tighten in response. Malak stopped clenching his hand and looked at the Dark Jedi disgustedly. "If you couldn't handle a child that makes me wonder about the credibility of your story on how you captured Bastila. You bumbling idiots bring her in here, that is, if you can handle the small task of opening the force cage and dragging her in here." As several of the Dark Jedi rushed off to do what they were asked, Malak returned his attention to me. In his eyes flickered something on the verge of recognition. Well this can't be good… I thought. Sure enough, a second later, Malak said, "You. You're the one that was prank calling me a couple of hours ago. How convenient you decided to show yourself to me. I can have the pleasure of killing you. But not now." He dropped his arm to his side and I fell as well. "I would much rather kill you in person. That way I'll be able to sense your pain and hear you beg for mercy. Look forward to meeting me child, you'll learn that there are far worse things then death once you are in my care." I gasped in lung-fulls of air and thought to myself, God that guy really needs help… not caring or knowing if Malak was reading my thoughts. If he was, he made no indication he had picked up that last thought as his attention was diverted to the still-empty hallway leading to the cockpit. "What could be taking those idiots?! Was that set of instructions too difficult for them to figure out as well?!" the Sith Lord snarled.

"Noooooooo they opened the force cage just fine. It was the part about dragging Bastila here that was the problem." Remarked the empty air next to me. A second later Wembly appeared, grinning coyly as Bastila and Juhani appeared another second later. Everyone was stunned, including myself. I overcame my surprise quicker then the others overcame theirs and tossed Bastila her lightsaber yelling, "OY! MS. PISSY! THINK FAST!" Bastila whirled around to snarl a retort at me but stopped short as she saw her lightsaber sailing towards her face, activated. Ooops…didn't know I pushed the activation button… I thought as Bastila dodged out of the way of the lightsaber. It cut into the comlink controls, thus severing our connection with Big Bad Malak Man. I grinned sheepishly and began to put as much distance between myself and Bastila as I possibly could while Juhani and Wembly fought the remaining two Sith.

Bastila began stomping towards me, murder written in every feature on her face. Luckily for me, Wembly killed his opponent and stepped between me and her before Bastila reached me. "Now Snugglepuss, she was only trying to help you. It's not nice to repay a favor by killing the person." Wembly stated, as if he was discussing something as trivial as the weather and not my life being hung in the balance. Bastila's eye twitched and she stormed up to Wembly, glared up at him and poked him very hard in the chest, saying, "Call me Snugglepuss again and die Wembly.". She then stalked towards the ship controls, shoved one of the dead Dark Jedi out of the driver's seat and began driving the ship back towards Tatooine. Wembly winced and muttered, "Right right. Never again Pumpkin cakes." Bastila tensed, turned her head around, looked at Wembly with the creepiest expression I've ever seen and pounced on him. Juhani quickly grabbed the abandoned controls and brought the ship back into Tatooine orbit, landing it safely on an open docking space. The Cathar then strode over, helped me to my feet, turned to the still fighting Bastila and Wembly, pulled them apart, grabbed both by one ear and dragged them out of the ship yelling back to me, "Mission. Meet us back at the Ebon Hawk. Also, I didn't just leave the ship on for you to take it on a joy ride in case anyone asked." She then disappeared from view, dragging the two Jedi back to the Ebon Hawk. I stood there staring after them, grinning to myself slowly. "Juhani…you rock." I said as I sat down in the driving seat of the ship and grabbed the controls.

(And the moral(s) of the story is...prank calls are fun, until you get caught by the person you pranked called and they turned out to be the most evil and powerful figurehead in the galaxy. Then they are not. Expect higher rates of being caught since almost everyone has caller ID now. So just don't do it children! Oh...and don't call Mission a kid. It's not good for your health...)