Disclaimer: Nobody in this is real in any way.
Disclaimer 2: the songs from West Side Story in this chapter doesn't belong to me.
A/N: I'll be closely following the plot of West Side Story for the next few chapters. This chapter is basically the song Tonight (Quintet) in written form. Some lyrics are paraphrased in the narration, while the bits in italics are the exact lyrics with a name changes ('Sharks' became 'Star Wars Club', for example).Hopefully people who haven't seen West Side Story will understand what's going on.
Captain's Log, Stardate 69037.7 (June 28, 2015, 6:45 PM)
They've agreed to fight us. I once saw this as just a way to unify my crew, but I now see it as an opportunity to get rid of them. We'll definitely win the battle. Those troublemakers started it, and we better get rid of them once and for all. Tonight we prove Star Trek is better.
- Patrick Barrett, Captain of the Star Trek Club
The Star Trek club is gonna have its day, tonight…
The entire Star Wars club (all 6 of them!) sat on the floor of Mark's basement, doing a wide variety of things. These things included… reading Expanded Universe novels; reciting favorite quotes at each other; and (in Daniel's case) being forced to watch the Star Wars Holiday Special as penance for missing meetings.
Suddenly, Mark screeched: "SHUT UP! IT'S TIME FOR THE ACTUAL MEETING!"
Everyone did so. Books were shelved and electronic devices shut off. All eyes were (metaphorically) on Mark.
He took a deep breath. "Okay, guys. Patrick sent a letter challenging us to an all-out fight… and I've told him we've agreed to it. I couldn't bring myself to back down…"
"Well, obviously," said Caroline, rolling her eyes. "We've got to defend the honor of George Lucas's masterpiece. And get back at them for kidnapping Julie."
Caroline strongly (though mistakenly) believed that the Trekkies had kidnapped Julie. That made her even more eager to join in the fight.
So, they planned their attack. Everyone would get to wield a water pistol, with some of those filled with ghastly green food coloring instead of water.
They were so occupied with their grand plans that they didn't notice the music.
The entire Star Wars club (all 6 of them!) sat on the floor of Mark's basement, doing a wide variety of things. These things included… reading Expanded Universe novels; reciting favorite quotes at each other; and (in Daniel's case) being forced to watch the Star Wars Holiday Special as penance for missing meetings.
Suddenly, Mark screeched: "SHUT UP! IT'S TIME FOR THE ACTUAL MEETING!"
Everyone did so. Books were shelved and electronic devices shut off. All eyes were (metaphorically) on Mark.
He took a deep breath. "Okay, guys. Patrick sent a letter challenging us to an all-out fight… and I've told him we've agreed to it. I couldn't bring myself to back down…""Well, obviously," said Caroline, rolling her eyes. "We've got to defend the honor of George Lucas's glorious masterpiece. And get back at them for kidnapping Julie."
Caroline believed that the Trekkies had kidnapped Julie. That made her even more eager to join in the fight.
So, they planned their attack. Everyone would get to wield a water pistol, with some of those filled with ghastly green food coloring instead of water.
They were so occupied with their grand plans that they didn't notice the music. The song that played through their minds.
...the Star Wars club is gonna have it's way, tonight
The Holojournal of Mark, leader of the Rebel Alliance
(Fighting the Gallifreystown Empire since 2012)
June 28, 2015 [in the afternoon]
I don't think I've ever written two entries in one day before. Whatever. This day is very special. We're going to beat those stupid Trekkie in the fight tonight. Well, they began it. But we've had enough of their madness. So we better get rid of them once and for all, tonight.
(Jonathan's POV)
I wasn't allowed out of my quarters until Julie and her 'babysitter' showed up to take me to dinner. Not that it mattered. This time they gave me entertainment… sort of.
Reading a 600-page book about the lovely history of Traditional Betazoid Weddings originally sounded like fun compared to noisily singing at an increasingly pissed-off guard. Of course, the only person that book annoyed was I. They probably did it on purpose. I might even bet my beloved limited edition Star Trek: First Contact poster that the guard wanted revenge and recommended that book.
Clever bastard.
At least I'd be seeing Julie soon. But 5 o'clock seemed days away. The minutes felt like hours… time went way too slowly.
"Hurry up and say it's 5, or I might go crazy!" I begged the digital clock that hung from the wall.
Tonight, tonight... won't be just any night... tonight there will be no morning star!
June 28 (I think)
Dear Diary,
Until they can send me home I'm staying in a guest room on Deck 7. There are lots of rooms and levels here, which is very confusing. To my annoyance, I'm being 'babysat' by a lady named Ms. Tacitus. She's the history teacher at the school.
Apparently her coworker, Ms. T'Ellase, was the teacher who'd reported Jonathan. I found that highly amusing (unlike grumpy old Ms. Tacitus).
Speaking of Jonathan…
He's staying two rooms down from me. From what Ms. Tacitus says, I'm pretty sure he doesn't have somebody watching his every move. Lucky him! Thankfully, we're going to eat dinner together tonight. That means I get to see Jonathan and those awesome food-replicating-machine-thingys. That'll be so fun!
Oh, I can't wait for dinner tonight!
- Julie
Tonight, tonight... I'll see my love tonight... And for us, stars will stop where they are!
Here the trouble really begins...