Joss Whedon and George Lucas are the geniuses, not me.
Princesses
by
Zzilly14
I sat angrily on my bed. Today was not a good day. And it was all thanks to Leia, little miss princess from a galaxy far, far away... or so she claimed.
"I've been in worse situations," she suddenly said. "This is actually..."
"Don't even say it, please. Here on planet Earth, being sent to jail means trouble. So okay, we're not dead. But that doesn't mean we're not..."
"Just stop talking already!" Leia groaned. "I was trying to..."
"Apologize for getting us stuck here? Nothing you say will..."
Suddenly I fell over in pain as a result of a vision:
The man in the black robotic suit laughed as he stared at the blue and green planet.
"Lord Vader?" the old man smiled.
"The princess is there, on Earth."
"Then she will die," the other man replied.
"Is it ready?"
"Yes."
"Fire."
The
planet exploded in an instant.
I opened my eyes and saw
Leia beside me.
"Cordelia, what just happened? Are you okay?"
"When I get us out of here," I seethed, "we need to find Angel. And then we need to find that Han Solo of yours and kick the Empire's stinky evil ass, starting with Vader."