The small, green, Bergen prince drove up the stairs of the palace in his small tricycle his father gave him. He nearly ran over his alligator with the front wheel. Barnebus snapped at him, then proceeded to move out of the way.
"Daddy!" he yelled. "Daddy!"
He climbed up on the king's bed and started jumping on him. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Wake up, daddy!"
Eventually, he did wake up. "What day is it?" he asked.
"It's Trollstice!" the prince squeaked.
The king helped his so prepare, then walked outside of the palace. "Happy Trollstice, everyone!" he cheered.
Bergen Town is full of tall buildings, adorned with lights. Lower Coruscant is dark because of all the bridges above them, and the smog, so the buildings are always lit.
Many Bergens came out of their homes, chanting the Trollstice song. They all marched towards a large restaurant, with a large brown, and slightly shriveled tree in front of the doors. The tree is filled with colorful pods, bringing the only color to the city.
"I'm your chef, and bringer of happiness!" a purple Bergen wearing chef's clothing cheered. "Who's ready for Trollstice?"
The Bergens cheered, some whistled. "And there's one here who hasn't tasted a Troll before. He's our very own Prince Gristle!" The Bergens cheered louder. Chef walked over to the prince, placing him on the pedestal next to the tree. "For you today, our very own prince, I got you a special Troll. Because, what's a prince without his princess?" Chef reached into the tree and pulled something out in her fist. "I give you, Princess Poppy."
Prince Gristle, very excitedly, snatched the Troll from Chef and quickly shoved her into his mouth. He chewed around for a little bit before realizing there was nothing in there. He spat anyway.
"This one's rotten!" he yelled.
"What?" Chef cried. She bent down to the ground to see a small com link on the ground, sparking. "A com link?" she cried.
She knocked on the tree. More, small com links feel to the ground, the holographic Trolls fading before reappearing in many angles on the ground, most of them standing. "They're all com links!"
She turned to the two guards. "After them!" she commanded. "Don't let them get away!"
The guards, along with other Bergens, began digging around in the soft dirt by the tree, since the normal ground was made of marble and stone. "I found them!" one cried.
"Get them!" Chef commanded. "Don't let them escape!"
The guards shoved their spears down the hole. The tazzers on the top began sparking and sending a wave of electricity down the tunnels. The ground shook and most Bergens moved from the tree and its platform.
The king scooped up Prince Gristle into his arms. "Chef! You're going to destroy the planet at this rate!" he yelled.
"We have to stop them from escaping!" Chef replied.
"Ma'am, they aren't coming out," one of the guards said.
"Yeah, you've killed them!" Chef cried. "Move aside!"
Chef pushed the guards away from the charred, steaming hole in the ground and peeked inside. There are many more com links inside, most of them sparking. Some of them are shining brighter than usual, charged from the spark. She moved aside and banged her fist on the ground. "They tricked us again!"
"Look!" a Bergen called. "Up there!"
"They've got one of our ships!" Chef cried. "Get them! Shoot them down!"
"Right away, ma'am!" one of the guards replied, saluting. The second guard sat on top of a turret and began shooting at the ship taking off. It managed to dodge most of them, however one did his the left wing. The wing broke off and steamed, leaving a trail of bloke smoke in the air behind it.
"Get out of my way!" Chef yelled. She ran to one of the extra ships nearby and started it. "I have to do everything around here myself!" she muttered, kicking the engine to start it. It completely turned on and hummed.
She grumbled and pulled the ship into the air. The ship followed the other, steaming ship into space. "I've got you now!" she yelled. She shot a couple of missiles at the ship. It hit the main engine, which created small combustions on the outside of the ship. "You're going down," she grumbled.
The ship in front of her went into hyperdrive. It vanished in front of her. That's it. They're gone.
She sighed, swore vengeance, and returned to Coruscant's Federal District. She climbed out of the ship, walked up to the king, and knelt.
"So?" he asked. "Did you get them?"
"I-I did shoot them, your Majesty. I shot their main engine, but-"
"But?" the king asked. "There's a 'but?'"
"But..." she gulped. "They got away, sir. They went into hyperspace, your Majesty. I-I can track them down, sir! I-I'll just need time!"
"Time?" the king asked. "Time? I gave you time! You let them get away!"
"But, sire-" Chef tried.
"No! That's it! Get out! Get out of Bergen Town and never return! If I see your face here again, I'll end you, then and there!"
"But, sire, please-"
"No! Out! Get out!"
The guards tazzered her with their spears, then threw her out of the city when she was safe to touch. "I never want to see your face again!" the king yelled.
The guards pointed their tazzers at Chef when she took a step towards the city. She turned from the city and ran off, running to a nearby ship rental. She rented a ship, begging to buy it, which she was refused, and flew off the planet.
"Daddy?" Prince Gristle asked his father once they were back inside the palace. "Will I ever get to be happy?"
"No," the king said. "You will never, ever, ever, ever be happy." Prince Gristle sighed, then bowed his head. "I'm sorry, son," the king said. "But that's just how it is."
The steaming ship left hyperspace. The main engine exploded, and steam filled the view of the closest planet. "Your Highness!" came a Troll's voice. "We're going to crash!"
"Not if I can help it," the Troll king said. "Turn on the backup engine!"
A second Troll, dressed in red, nodded. He ran outside the room, flipped on a switch in the hallway, then nodded to the one in the cockpit with the king. He nodded, then flipped the switch on the co-pilot side of the ship. The ship stopped blaring its alarm, and steadied itself back out. "Hold on, everyone!" the king cried. The king held the steering as still as possible as they neared the planet's surface.
The ship crashed into the ground, sliding a distance before coming to a complete stop. Nearly everyone in the ship fell over. "Is everyone okay?" the king asked over the intercom. He heard cheering and smiled. "Alright everyone, outside!"
The Trolls gathered outside and onto the grassy ground beneath them. "Grass!" the Trolls cheered. "We have grass!"
"What planet did we land on, your Highness?" the red clothed Troll asked.
"I think..." the king replied, scanning the scenery. There is a large, grassy field all around them, and large waterfalls in the distance. There are large rock formations, in the shape of single flower petals. "I think we're on Naboo," the king said finally.
"Naboo?" the first Troll asked again. He has the red, button down shirt with a matching hat.
"That's right, Naboo," the king said. "We'll make our civilization here! Right in this field!"
"Your Highness!" one female Troll called. "What about Princess Poppy?"
"Don't worry," the king said, opening his hair and pulling out the pink princess. She is wearing a small, yellow tiara, and a red diaper. "She's safe."
The king put a torch down in the ground. "We'll start a new home on Naboo! It's far enough from the Bergens! They shouldn't find us here! Plus, we have great acoustics!"
The Trolls cheered. Naboo would be perfect. Dazzling, fresh waterfalls can give them water when they needed it. There's plenty of rock and tall grass covering to keep them hidden. There's no trees, but they could move a little further towards the cliffs to hang their homes. Naboo is the perfect accommodation for a Troll. This will be their new, permanent home.