AN: ok, this is insane, and I'm not quite sure why I did this, but enjoy anyway. I'd like to thank Paul, Saint Jimmy, and all who I promised a cameo later on for helping me out on this. For those who are reading this now, please review. Those who give detailed remarks are especially welcome. Well, enjoy.
Disclaimer: you know the drill. I don't own Star Wars, and despite all efforts I don't own my friends.
Chapter One: The Vortex
Paul hit the TV in frustration, and then tried the tape again. It was no use; the TV once again presented a flurry of white fuzz. Lynn, who had been watching Paul and shamelessly laughing, leaned forward. "You know," She commented, "Violence probably won't help anything." Paul grunted, and hit the TV again, which sent Lynn into another bout of laughter.
At that moment, Saint Jimmy came in, holding a bowl of popcorn. "Is it fixed yet?" he asked, and Paul shook his head in reply. Lynn finally stopped laughing, and then looked at the TV thoughtfully. "Does the DVD player work?" she asked Paul. Paul turned around, and looked at the DVD player. "Well, it looks fine." He said, "But I don't have any DVDs." Lynn shrugged, then opened up the backpack she had brought with her, and took out three DVDs. Paul rolled his eyes. "Of course you would bring Star Wars." He said. "Star Wars isn't that bad." Saint Jimmy said. Lynn wholeheartedly agreed. "Fine. We'll watch it then. Paul said, then put A New Hope in the player.
Despite Paul's complaints, they all liked Star Wars, at a little bit, and it seemed to be a good choice. They were watching the imperials abduct the Tantive IV, when Lynn spoke up. "You know, for being the best shots in the galaxy, stormtroopers miss an awful lot." Paul and saint Jimmy laughed. "You would think they could at least shoot C-3PO." Paul said, "He's a big metal thing." Saint Jimmy nodded, and said, "Their armor sucks, too. Wouldn't you think that armor would block the blaster fire? Instead, they're down in one shot." That got Lynn laughing, and they all started giggling uncontrollably and bashing stormtroopers.
Meanwhile, the TV had started flickering. Paul stopped laughing. "Not again!" he exclaimed. Lynn started furiously hitting the TV set. "Now who's violent?" Paul said. "But it's Star Wars!" Lynn replied, and continued to beat the machine. Suddenly, the picture cut off altogether, and replaced by a swirling vortex. Lynn stopped hitting the TV set. "That can't be good." She said. As if on cue, and it probably was, the vortex got bigger, and stood there swirling where the television used to be. The three friends just stared at it. Saint Jimmy got over the shock first. "Hey! My hand's in another dimension." He said, placing his arm in the vortex. He took it out. "Now it's not." He said, and repeated this a few times. "Oh, stop it, Jimmy." Paul said, but got closer himself. "Don't worry it's perfectly fine." Saint Jimmy said, sticking his hand in the vortex again, "Now it's in a different dimension, now… oh no." Paul looked at Saint Jimmy in alarm. "What?" he said. Before Saint Jimmy could answer, there was a large noise, and the three felt the vortex start to suck in air, much like a vacuum cleaner. "Shoot." Lynn said, trying to grab hold of anything. The only thing she managed to get was her backpack, which came with her as she and her two friends were sucked into the vortex.
Shortly after, they found themselves on solid ground. "Where are we?" asked Paul. Saint Jimmy looked around. "Well, since we got sucked inside the TV, I think we somehow got transported into Star Wars." Paul laughed in disbelief. "There is absolutely no logic in that." He said. "He's right." Lynn said, after she had taken in her surroundings, "Except its much worse then just that." Paul got up and brushed himself off. "So you know where we are?" he asked. Lynn nodded a bit, and then locked eyes with him. "We're on Alderaan." She said.