Chapter Two - The Forced Awakening
his space alrm pierced throuhg the air like a spear, but if insetad the sharpness was decibel level.
it whirred and zapped and chirped until young dooku was certain he had awoken even those in the hosnian system.
"karabast!" he exclaimed with accented anguish.
"alarm! cease to not hush!"
it zorped on back to the charging doc, giving off a plasant vibe as it settled.
"blast, that was my 13th snooze and master yoda's class starts in just a few moments!"
the alarm was asleep by now and didn't reply.
muttering a few choice swears, dooku straped on his spaceboy boots and selected an emerald poncho then headed for the automatic door.
the air outside was crispy, not unlike a galaxy bagel left in the broiler too long (but cold).
his cheeks went flush with brr energy and he picked up the pace with even less moemnts left.
why did he have that fourth accarrgm shot last night? just in case she came by?
dooker neared the trigonmetry pavilion, pledging internaly to make a good first day's impression, even in his dischevled state.
the big robot doors womped open and he was face to face with a full class - now staering - and a perfecct view of yodas weirdest ear.
"to join us, nice of you it is and on time" yode mocked lightheardetly and to massive laughs from the class.
"sorry professor master yoda i was brushing up on canonical parlance and lost track of the spaceclock."
MmmmmmmMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yoda hummed, gesturing to the one open seat.
and there she was.
the tube-haired goddess he'd lost track of in the hoopla yesterday.
he shuffled over as yoda resumed talking of various shapes you could draw.
"is this seat taken," doku asked her coyly
"it was hoping you would ask," she slickly whipserd, moving her lasergel pens and matching notebok to make room.
he smirked coylyler still.
"i'd like to tie those tubes with my pantship," dooku's mind wandered.