ecto1B: Hola, mi amigos y amigas! Welcome to the next chapter of Blend!

Obi Wan: You know, ecto, you're getting really behind on updating. When was the last time you updated The SuperNova?

Cast: (murmurs in agreement)

ecto1B: Well, I've been really busy lately. Besides the fact that school is winding down and I'm getting loaded with homework, I've been playing guitar and hanging out with my friends more.

Jim: So we're not good enough friends for you?

Charity: Jim, she didn't mean that. You know what she meant.

Rex: I'm still anxious for another story in the Rex/Arra series. I am LIKING it.

Charity: O.o Who's Arra?

Rex: (turns red) Erm… no one…

Silver: T' be hones', I like 'tis chapter the bes' out of all of t'em. It's very entertainin' t' me.

Atlas: (to Silver) Will you speak English, please? I have a very hard time understanding every word you say!

Silver: (seething with anger) WHY YOU--

Ahsoka: Jeez, someone has anger issues. (rolls eyes)

Anakin: Snips, be quiet.

B.E.N.: (suddenly waltzes in, singing "Single Ladies" by Beyonce)

ecto1B: Oh God no…

B.E.N.: (starts dancing wildly)

ecto1B: CAN SOMEONE JUST SAY THE DISCLAIMER AND GET IT OVER WITH BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND?!?!?!?!"

Cast: O_O

Cody: (talking fast) ecto1B does NOT own Star Wars, Treasure Planet or any of the characters. She owns Charity, and her friend "Atlas Hawkins" owns Atlas. (looks at ecto1B) Done?

ecto1B: (pats top of Cody's head) Good boy. Now on with the story! (Note: Read the important message at the end of the story. You'll most definitely love it!)

Chapter 4

I Don't Know, Fly Casual

"What are we gonna tell my mom when she comes downstairs and sees them?" Charity asked exasperatedly. "I can hear it now: Yeah, hey mom. What? Oh, them? Ignore them, they're just characters from Star Wars and Treasure Planet that accidentally fell from a portal into our basement. But don't worry, we'll get them back to their worlds soon enough. Attie, that's not gonna fly with her. She's gonna freak."

Atlas snapped her head back to face her friend. "Okay, so what do we do with them? We can't just let them run loose around town. They're not exactly what you'd call normal civilians." She bit off a piece of the Kit-Kat in her hand and chewed it furiously.

"Well, Spiro's sick with a cold, Dad's off in Tokyo for a business trip and Mom has a PTA meeting tomorrow to talk about and organize the upcoming prom." Charity massaged her temples and popped a Cheez-It into her mouth. "We could try to get them home tomorrow?"

"Char', we don't even know why they're here."

"But we've got a good idea," she countered. "We're not that oblivious to the situation like we were before."

Atlas snorted. "We're oblivious. If anyone, they're the oblivious ones." She jabbed her thumb towards the couch, where all 10 characters (not including Morph) were seated. Jim and Anakin both held PS3 controllers and were madly button mashing their way through the first level of COD. The rest of the characters quietly cheered them on. (They'd been instructed to remain as hushed as possible by Atlas a few minutes ago.)

Charity rapped her finger against her chin. "I don't know, Attie. We could be in serious trouble if we don't get them out of here, and fast."

"So what do we do? Throw them in the street?"

Charity flashed her friend a glaring look of disbelief. "And what? Cause mass hysteria through all of Indiana and send our fictional heroes into the stockade? Like you said before, they don't actually fit in with your normal crowd of people, if you didn't notice that Silver's a cyborg, Ahsoka has head-tail-things, Delbert looks like a dog and B.E.N.'s not really human. And we couldn't pass Amelia off as human… maybe if she wore a hood—"

"Okay, okay, we get the picture." Atlas scrolled through Charity's iPod Touch until she stopped suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I just found the 'Charity and Rex' theme song!"

But the iPod was snatched out of her hands before "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion blared through the speakers, and Charity stuffed the music player under her knee. Her eyes darted over to the characters, hoping no one heard Atlas's remark.

"Lay off, would 'ya?" She took another Cheez-It, disregarding her reddening cheeks. "Seriously. We need to be concentrating on the issue at hand, not silly crushes!"

Atlas didn't appear to believe her sincerity. "Oh right, right. Like you're not drowning in Rex and Cody's total hawtness."

"And you are?"

The girl shrugged. "Like I've told you a million times before, I think the clone troopers are vaguely hot. Not to your extent, obviously." She breathed out and dreamily gazed at Jim. "I'm more interested in other fictional characters, if you know what I mean."

"Excuse me?"

The girls looked up from their powwow on the basement floor to see Anakin Skywalker, the handsome Jedi knight, looking a bit antsy. He was jiggling up and down and crossing his legs.

"Erm… where is the lavatory?"

Charity covered her mouth to stifle herself from guffawing. Atlas was unable to hinder a snicker, but both girls managed to point at the bathroom door.

"There's the little boy's room," Atlas chortled.

"Oh. Okay, thanks." He shielded his scarlet face and dashed for the bathroom. The door shut behind him with a click.

Charity wiped away a tear from laughing so hard and spotted Cody at the controller now by the couch. His points racked up like mad at the lower portion of the screen as he used the flamethrower to obliterate his opponents, and Jim started to get angry.

"Wait! I was JUST winning!" he complained lividly.

Cody cracked a smile. "Against General Skywalker, you were winning. Against me… eh, not so much."

At that second, Cody's flamethrower found where Jim had been hiding, and Jim's character was burned to a crisp. A huge red GAME OVER appeared on Jim's portion of the screen. YOU WIN! was on Cody's.

"I was right!" Cody declared. "Men from our dimension are much better at simulation combat than gritty pirates."

Jim paused the game and stood up leisurely. He remained unemotional until his anger boiled over. "Why… you little piece of space trash!" He lunged for the clone Commander, and they began tussling on the floor, throwing punches. Charity and Atlas rushed over and assisted the others in pulling them off each other.

"STUPID CLONE TROOPER!" Jim screeched.

"YOU PIECE OF RANKWEED!" Cody shouted.

"Guys, calm down!" Charity continued to glance to the stairwell, for fear that her mother or brother would hear them fighting worsened inside of her. "You'll wake my family!"

"Jimbo!" Silver scolded, not bothering to get up from the recliner he was contentedly enjoying. His wagged a robotic finger at the two brawling men and scanned over them with his metal eye. "Knock it off, lad. He's not wort' your time."

"Excuse me?" Ahsoka put a hand on her hip. "Not worth his time?"

"Look who's talking, cyborg." Anakin left the bathroom and went up behind his Padawan. "Cody's holding his own against this puny adolescent. Let them fight it out for a while and we'll see who wins."

"Jimmy!" B.E.N. tried to shove Cody off his friend. "Don't worry, B.E.N. is coming to the rescue!"

For a second, Rex had a total Mandalorian moment. He picked up the flimsy rusted robot and held him by the neck. "Copaani mishmure'cye, vod?" he snarled from behind his helmet, and B.E.N. gulped at the foreign language.

Atlas leaned over to Charity's ear and whispered. "Translation, please, Mrs. Mando'a?" she asked teasingly.

"It means, 'Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate?'" Charity explained. "A very suggestive, violent expression that not many Mandalorians say. Rex must be pretty pissed to use it."

They stared down at the ground where Cody and Jim scuffled. The rest of the characters gave up trying to pull them apart and began arguing with each other. Anakin and Silver, mostly. Rex was backing up his general with a ton of comebacks. Ahsoka and Obi Wan helped. Delbert and Amelia stood on the other side of the room, clutching each other's arms. They looked pretty frightened. Morph rested on Silver's shoulder, croaking at Anakin.

"How can we stop them from fighting?" Charity wondered out loud.

"I don't know about Jim, but maybe if you yelled something in Mando'a at Cody, he'd stop."

"Anything?"

Atlas nodded. "Yeah, just blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind. It's okay, I won't understand it, so if it's about me, I don't care."

Charity began racking her brain for anything to say. Then a heap of words came pouring from her lips.

"K'uur! Udesii! Ke'sush!" Then she grew flustered, not really saying anything in particular and just blurting out words randomly. "Shebse! Osik! Ghsjksjklilks!"

Both Cody and Rex froze.

"Was that first jumble of words Mando'a?" Cody asked, genuinely surprised.

Charity had become so frenzied that, at the last second, she'd just mishmashed syllables and letters together. She turned crimson.

"What did she say?" Atlas wanted to know.

"I think she said 'be quiet', 'calm down', 'atten-shun!'…" Rex paused, and he grew unsure. "Erm… then she said… 'butts' and 'poodoo'… and then a whole mess of random sounds together."

(Just a note: Is anyone else having trouble picturing Rex saying "butts?" I'm having the worst trouble… I keep exploding into laughter. –ecto1B)

Everyone stopped fighting and stared at Charity.

"What? I was desperate!"

"Butts?" Atlas laughed. "Butts?!? You actually know the word for butts in Mando'a?!?!"

"Oh, stop being so immature, Attie. I just wanted them to quiet down, so I yelled anything that came to me. It's not my fault they didn't make any sense."

It was quiet for a few moments before Anakin sighed and crossed his arms. "This isn't working," he stated suddenly.

Ahsoka peered up at him. "What isn't working, Master?"

"Us staying here in this dimension," he answered. "It's been over an hour since we left the Resolute. Admiral Yularen is probably wondering where we are, not to mention the Jedi Council must've noticed our disappearance in the Force."

"My mom's probably worried sick, too," Jim piped in. Both he and Cody were standing now with an invisible barrier between them. "We all just… vanished."

"But we're needed here!" Ahsoka argued. "Didn't we figure out that our enemies are here?"

"Proof?" Delbert requested placidly. The teenage Togruta girl shifted her weight to her left foot and pondered for a while, trying to think of a reply. But Atlas had her beat. Something from this situation had reminded her of something important.

"You want proof?" She snatched Charity's iPod and touched the Internet icon, typing in the web address for the local newspaper. Then she began scrolling through its pages for a specific article she'd seen her dad reading at breakfast. The picture next to the article had caught her eye as she munched on a bowl of Captain Crunch, and she'd asked her father what it was about.

"Oh, some sort of large gathering in an old clearing that caught the attention of the police," her father had said apathetically. "Nothing to worry about."

Now she knew that it was something to worry about. Especially if the gathering was of hundreds of droids and pirates from alternate dimensions, rallying to take over planet earth.

"Here it is." She cleared her throat and waited until all of the characters were closely gathered around her, listening intently. "I'll read it."

"What do you call a massive gathering of strangely costumed people? A safety hazard or a simple assembly of Star Trek fans? Around 2:30 AM on Friday, police were alerted by residents that the sounds of marching had come from an empty clearing on Wheeler Rd. When officials arrived at the scene, a vast amount of people wearing costumes and carrying science fiction-like weapons were clustered in the small area. Police approached a few of the men and were shooed away, being told that it was a restricted area for participants only. But for what, people ask. Police have barricaded the area and are keeping a close watch on the conventioneers. The public is advised to avoid Wheeler Rd. for the time being." Atlas stopped reading and shut the iPod off. "Is that proof enough for you that you just might be needed here after all?"

"Our people are in danger!" Charity met each of their gazes. "You all are heroes. You can't abandon us." Then she faced Atlas. "Why didn't you mention that article before now?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just remembered it."

Rex spoke. "General, we do need to stay. Our enemies are here. It would be pointless to leave and find that there is no one to fight."

There was a moment of silence before Amelia said, "I see what the soldier means. I believe we should remain here."

"Then," Obi Wan said, looking at Charity, "we're going to need a place to stay."

Delbert: Personally, I don't like that ending. I wanted you to go on with the details.

ecto1B: Well in the next chapter, Charity and Atlas are going to figure out what to do with you guys, so I thought it'd be a nice ending. Sorry if it was so sudden.

Anakin: Oh, it's okay. (playing COD with Cody) Man, you ARE good.

Cody: (smiles smugly) Told you, sir.

Charity: All right, that's it. Next level, I'M challenging Cody. I wanna see the look on your face when I whip your a—

Morph: (becomes censor over curse word)

Charity: O.o

Jim: Morph, why'd you do that?

Morph: (burps and giggles)

Atlas: Let's see if he can catch all of them! F—, s—, a—… (continues swearing with Morph covering the ends of the words with a loud BEEP)

Rex: o_O Let's… um… let them continue.

ecto1B: Please R&R my dear readers! Oh! And Let me know if you'd like to be featured in the next conversation between the SW and the TP characters! You can make a guest appearance and actually TALK with them! Amazing, right? Let me know in a review or message!

B.E.N.: A new friend? YIPPEE!