Doo dee doo. Well I'm back...yesssss well….I've been sick, dead, obsessing about The Phantom of the Opera (I went to see it twice in one day…if that's not obsessed, I don't know what is) and sleep deprived all in that order. Needless to say, I needed to let off some pent up energy so I decided to write another Wembly chapter. I'm currently starting to write a KOTOR2 story yet again with another of my little sister's characters as she's the one who names them the most interesting names...oh well. So look out for that later on...got the first chapter almost done with -D
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"Wembly! It's your turn! Truth or dare!" I heard Mission shout over the din of the music playing, which happened to be show tunes. How I despised show tunes…I personally didn't see how a stalker, a singer, and a count of cheese or something all in a love triangle singing songs about love could be amusing to anyone (A/N: see? I told you I'm obsessed…). Apparently it was to Mission. I glanced over at Canderous who was bloody and battered after his snide comment on how only 'love-deprived kids could like this music to any degree'. Hmm good thing he has that implant that heals him, otherwise he'd probably be dead by now I thought, smirking at the thought of a big tough Mandalorian from the Ordo clan being massacred by a teenage twi'lek.
"WEMBLY!" Mission shouted again, this time chucking one of Bastila's high-heeled shoes at me to get my attention. I yelped and dodged aside, feeling the rush of air as the shoe sailed past. "HAH! Missed me!" I yelled triumphantly, only to be nailed in the face with the second shoe. I collapsed onto the ground holding my face. "Owwwwwwwwwwww! My nose! My nose! I'll never be able to smell again!" I shouted mournfully.
"AHHHH SHUT UP IT'S THE BEST LINE!" Mission yelled, scrambling over to her boom box as the stalker dude sang out, "YOU WILL CURSE THE DAY YOU DID NOT DO, ALL THAT THE PHANTOM ASKED OF YOU!" I sat up cautiously and stared at Mission as she went starry-eyed and began stroking the boom box. Canderous coughed slightly, ending this awkward moment. He then said, "Well Wembly? What is it? Truth or Dare?"
"Ah yes! I had forgotten!" Mission yelled as she crawled back to us. She looked at me, as if expecting a reply. "Err…dare?" I said cocking my head to a side. Mission grinned evilly as if she had been waiting for me to say this. "Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" she cackled evilly. Canderous and I looked at each other in umasked fear. Whenever Mission cackled evilly it usually meant trouble. Big trouble.
"All righty Wembly! I dare you to go……..KISS BASTILA AND RETURN ALIVE!" Mission shouted happily. Canderous laughed and said, "Lucky you Wembly! Just be sure that her lightsaber isn't within herreach when you kiss her!" I looked pleadingly at Mission, "Can I please have another dare?" Both Mission and Canderous shook their heads, each of them grinning. I sighed and stood up. "Just let me find my last will and testament I wrote a little while back first…" I said walking slowly towards my room.
After fishing around a bit and kicking (literally) several gizka out of my room, I found the will I had written just the other day. I reread it to make sure I was still satisfied with it. I was and I handed it to Mission as I began walking towards the cockpit where both Carth and Bastila were. I poked my head into the cockpit and said shakily, "Ummm Bastila?" She turned, regarded me and said in an exasperated manner, "Wembly, I thought you were out looking for the Star Map." I shifted uncomfortably and replied, "Well you see, Canderous played a hand of pazaak with Mission, saying both he and I would play a game of her choicewith Mission if he lost…and…he lost." Bastila rolled her eyes and said, "What does that have to do with ME then!"
It's now or never… I thought. I darted over to Bastila, snatched her lightsaber out of her hands and kissed her. Her eyes bulged and Carth looked on in mortification and surprise at this sudden move on my part. I leapt away from Bastila shouting "SORRY!" at the top of my lungs as I bolted out of the cockpit. At first I thought I would escape from Bastila's wrath, but a glance over my shoulder told me she was in hot pursuit, the most murderous expression painted across her face I had ever seen. "GAH! PLEASE DON'T KILL MEEEEEEEEEEE! I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!" I cried out, doubling my speed. I passed by Mission and Canderous who were rolling on the ground in laughter. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! FORGET ME GIVING YOU THE LIGHTSABER AND ARMOR!" I shouted, snatching my will as I passed by, scribbling out Mission and Canderous' names as I ran.
"HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" I heard Mission shout as she began to give chase as well. WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS! IT'S NOT LIKE I ONCE ATTEMPTED UNIVERSAL DOMINATION OR ANYTHING! I thought as I leapt out of one of the Ebon Hawk's emergency escapes. My fall was cushioned by the passing dock master. "WHAT THE?" the dock master began to say. I leapt to my feet and started to apologize as I saw Bastila and Mission both leap out of the emergency escape after me. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I shouted as I took off, seeking sanctuary in the busy streets of Anchorhead.
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For copyright purposes, I do not own The Phantom of the Opera in any way shape or form...I just own the soundtrack which I listen to obsessivly everyday...