Hello, I've been gone for…four months? Wow I really am lazy. Well I have an excuse…school. Oh, and let us not forget I've discovered a new manga that I extremely love and can't wait for the new book to come out. The series is called, "Descendants of Darkness" or "Yami no Matsuei". It's about Shinigami…or guardians of death. In any case, a lot of scary monsters get summoned, things blow up or get torn apart, and the villain is extremely creepy and I love him to death. So joy and more joy.
Replies to Reviewers!
Miss Krux- A new reviewer! Hi, welcome to the insanity. I apologize about my procrastinating…it's a bad habit of mine. During the summer I'll try to update as much as possible…but I DO have a babysitting job…oh well, we'll see what happens, eh?
Arrow maker- Hiya! Yes I do believe Bastila will be keeping a can of mace handy the rest of her life…and getting Bastila drunk sounds fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun….((cackles insanely as she runs off))
R.M.N.- Please do not kick T3…he's so CUTE! Well you can be assured that if Wembly is killed by Bastila, you will receive his lightsabers and armor…but if I were to kill off the main character, it wouldn't really make sense to call this story A Day in the Life of Wembly: The Evil Sith Lord now would it?
Sith Lord Darth Saboteur: I know, I love to torture my characters. It's so fun. Yes yes you may have Malak's phone number. Here ((hands SLDS Malak's phone number)). Hahahahahaha Malak's gonna go insane :-D
xInuyashaxAngelx: Tell your friend that AlmightyIshboo says she is awesome as a possum. I've almost memorized all the songs…I've seen the movie fifteen times. In fact, I'm listening to the soundtrack as I type this…kya hahahahahahahahahahaha
Andy W: Yes I am back. And thank ya very much, I had fun writing the last chapter. You're quite right too, no one could blame Wembly if he turned evil after this. He might be able to get a few pointers from Mission after he turns evil…or before…whichever works…
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I grinned to myself as I saw Wembly moving ever closer to my trap. 'Yes you fool, hurry on to your demise…' I thought to myself morbidly as Wembly came into view. I then leapt and tackled the Jedi, pinning him to the ground. Wembly let out a yelp of surprise and started to struggle, stopping entirely as I began to softly hum 'Masquerade' from The Phantom of the Opera (A/N: …I am way too obsessed…).
"Mission…" Wembly muttered, cringing slightly. I scowled and bopped him over the head,
"What about it? You need to put my name back on your Will or you'll be sorry!" I retorted, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Wembly blinked, deftly blasted me off of his back using some Jedi technique or another and then had me pinned to the ground.
"You fail. And no, I'm not going to put your name back on." Wembly remarked, grinning at me evilly. I was about to reply when I spotted several Dark Jedi out of the corner of my eye. 'Okay…Wembly doesn't seem to notice them, so subtly point the Sith out…' I thought. I took in a deep breath and then let out the loudest, and most high pitched, scream anyone had ever heard before, pointing directly at the Dark Jedi as I did so.
Now Wembly once told me about this Dark Jedi technique he had heard about called Force Scream or something. I've never actually heard this before, but as I saw everyone's reaction to my scream, I figured it was pretty much like this. I managed to get out of Wembly's hold and I grabbed his arm and took off running, ducking into the nearest building to hide from the Dark Jedi.
Wembly was rubbing his ears, and if I didn't know any better, I could've SWORN there were tears welling up in his eyes. "Damn! Don't ever do that again! I think I've gone deaf!" he remarked mournfully. I made a face and punched him in the shoulder lightly,
"Well think of it this way, if Bastila were here, you would be dead. I think it's a lot better to be deaf than dead." I commented. He glared at me and muttered,
"Easy for you to say, you're not deaf." As I was about to point out that he could still hear and therefore was NOT deaf, we were approached by an Ithorian. The Ithorian began asking us if we were interested in purchasing a droid or something…I couldn't really keep up, the Ithorian language is not my forte.
Wembly seemed to understand him just fine though. He nodded then asked quietly,
"Uhhh…do you have any bodyguard droids or something? I need one." The Ithorian blinked, then looked around. He pointed at a red droid standing in the corner of the shop and said something along the lines of, "That droid might be helpful."
Wembly and I went over to inspect the droid, and it seemed to glare at us. "Statement: Oh great, more meatbags have come to stare at me," it muttered sulkily. I puffed out my lower lip in anger and glared daggers at the audacious droid,
"Well exxxuuuuussseeee me for actually being ALIVE!" I snarled. The droid stared at me and let out a snort,
"Retort: You are not excused meatbag. Now go away and do…meatbag things," it replied. My jaw dropped at the droid's reply, and Wembly began sniggering. I wheeled on him, and jabbed my finger into his chest,
"What's so funny, Mister 'I'm gonna get killed by Bastila?'" I shouted, my eyes flashing in anger. Wembly recoiled, hiding behind the droid as if it would provide some shieldingbetween me and him.
"Nothing. Nothing whatsoever." He murmured. The droid didn't seem too fond of the new standing arrangements and made his disapproval clear by attempting to self-destruct. Fortunately, the Ithorian was used to this kind of behavior and quickly deactivated the droid. Wembly stared at the droid then remarked brightly,
"I like the droid. What's it's name and how much is it?" The Ithorian's eyes lit up and he said,
"HK-47, and he is five thousand credits." Wembly balked at the enormous sum, and I turned and gave the Ithorian a look. Said alien seemed uncomfortable with this sudden change of heart and quickly amended by saying,
"But I could easily lower the price to two thousand five hundred credits!" I grinned evilly and began to stalk towards him, my eyes glowing murderously. The Ithorian gulped and began to back away, ramming into the wall after a while.
"Still too much, buster," I said, moving closer and closer to the panicked alien. Wembly just looked on in an amused manner as the Ithorian began to ramble out how he would give the droid, HK-47, to us for free, as long as we left him alone. I grinned cheerfully at him and shook his hand,
"Thank you sir. I am sorry I scared you!" I said brightly before skipping towards Wembly. He raised an eyebrow at my approach and I grinned up at him,
"So, think I would be able to run the Sith?" I asked offhandedly. Wembly laughed and replied cheerfully,
"Considering how scary you are, I would say you might actually be Revan!" We both blinked as we heard a strangled snarl emit from the doorway, and we both glanced over in horror to see Bastila standing there.
"No one talks about Revan. EVER!" she said thickly before activating her lightsaber and charging at us. Wembly screamed, grabbed the still deactivated HK-47 and hightailed it out of the shop…through a hole he created. I yelped and began to follow, Bastila in hot pursuit and a very confused, very frightened, and very poor Ithorian behind.