The first new [SK&WS] of 2008. I promised it on the first -- and I delivered for a change.

A small spaceship flew through the jet black darkness of space, dashing in and out of various stars and small moons. That ship, while small, contained a important secret. Sitting in the middle of the ship was a round room with several large screens that displayed a variety of radars and other scanning systems. In the middle of that room sat four figures.
The first was a tall blue robot who was leaning back in his chair smoking a cigar. In the next chair was a small droid that was white and purple with a round top. The next chair was large and leather, and in it sat the ship's captain. A older man in a red uniform. His hair looked suspiciously like it could be fake. In the final chair was a teenage girl who had chocolate colored hair done in a style that looked like honey buns.
“I... wouldn't worry. We... should... be safe.” The Captain had a strange way of speaking.
“That's nice... but I didn't ask if we'd be safe or not. I asked how long do you think it will take to get there?” The Princess asked.
Suddenly the top of the small droid lifted up, revealing a girl was actually inside the droid. “It's hooot in here.”
The Captain's eyes widened. “I didn't know there were people in the droids!”
The blue droid nodded. “Oh yeah, there's a human in all droids. Of course, with me it's more just a few bits and pieces. Just what I've collected from the corpses.” He opened his chest compartment to show them what he meant.
That action was meant with a great cry of disgust by the Princess, the Captain and the other droid – Taz2-Z2.
“Bender, keep that kind of stuff to yourself.” Princess Rose ordered. “Geez... I'd like to know how I got stuck with him as a droid.”
“I'd like to know how I got the job of captain.” Captain Shatner wondered. “I mean, I'm not even from this series.”
At that moment the ship gave a violent shake, knocking those sitting around the table down to the floor, and saving the fourth wall from the conversation that was about to take place. Outside the small ship, the darkness of space was eclipsed by the darkness of a much larger space craft. This one was shaped like a triangle and it quickly out ran the small ship and floated just above it.
“Heh, that little rebel ship... nothing more than a particle compared to us.”
“Dude... reminds me of that song. You know, 'triangle man, triangle man, triangle man hates particle man. They get in a fight, triangle win, triangle man.”
“Fun songs will have to wait for later. Stormtroopers! Get ready to board that ship.”
At the airlock door of the small ship, a row of crew members were lined up with their rifles trained on the only entrance. They waited, nervous about what could come through.
“Relax. I've been in worse situations.” Captain Shatner laughed nonchalantly. “There's not a single thing that could walk through that door that would worry me.”
A loud bang rang out across the halls and suddenly the door began to hiss and smoke. A red beam was slashing through the door, cutting a new hole in it. After a few seconds of loud humming, the door fell in two halves and out of the smoke that arose a figure walked in the room slowly. He wore a black cape and a black mask and . . . a blue Hawaiian shirt.
“Who were you expecting, Samuel L. Jackson?” Darth CHoW asked with a sadistic glee in his voice. Metallic footsteps filled the entire ship for a moment as the Stormtroopers searched. Finally one of them returned to CHoW's side.
“Sir, the plans are not in the main computer.” The Stroomtrooper saluted.
This prompted CHoW to turn in place and face Captain Shatner. He grabbed the Captain by his neck and lifted him off the ground so quickly that the Captain's toupee became slanted. “What have you done with the plans you intercepted?”
“This is a diplomatic ship . . . we intercepted . . . no . . . plans.” The Captain replied.
CHoW shook his head. “If this is a diplomatic ship, where is the ambassador? And what kind of ambassador would fly around in a beat-up hunk of junk like this? And what about your diplomatic license plate? Where's all that stuff?”
“Uh... We... lost it.” Captain Shatner sweatdropped.
“Oh. In that case you can go on your way.” Darth CHoW nodded and released his grip on the Captain, letting him drop to the floor. After a moment of sputtering and brushing off his shirt and sleeves, Captain Shatner looked up at CHoW.
“Really?” The Captain asked with a bright look in his eyes.
CHoW held up his hand and suddenly Captain Shatner began to gasp for breath. After a moment, he fell to the ground and began to cough and sputter. Finally CHoW dropped his hand, allowing the Captain's lungs to work once again.
“No, Captain. Not really.” CHoW laughed with a sinister enjoyment in his voice. “Stormtroopers! Tear this ship apart until you find those plans, and bring me the Ambassador: I want her alive!”
In the depths of the ship, near one of the escape pods, Princess Rose and her two droids were huddled in the corner. Taz2-Z2 was holding a pen and pad of paper. Bender wasn't paying attention, instead listening to his iPod headphones, which were plugged into him instead of a iPod.
“Did you get the entire message?” Princess Rose asked.
“Yeah, I did... but I don't see why you don't just come with us in the escape pod.” Taz2 questioned.
The Princess sighed and bowed her head. “I can't do that. Darth CHoW will tear this ship apart and kill everyone until he captures me. I can't have their blood on my hands.
Footsteps echoed through the hallways. The Stormtroopers were coming. Princess Rose quickly ushered the two droids into a small pod on the side of the room and shut the door behind them. Just as the door slammed shut another one opened: the door to the escape pod bay.
“There she is! Get her!”
“Thanks Fred, I wouldn't have figured that out on my own.”
“You know, you don't have to be so sarcastic.”
Raising an eyebrow at the Trooper's strange behavior, an idea was hatched in the mind of the princess. She stepped forward, a mischievous smirk in her eyes. She quickly adopted a 'matter-of-fact' tone and addressed the troopers.
“Now, now you two! You'll never defeat the Rebel Alliance if you keep bickering like that! Now, you two make up! Come on, big hug! I'll hold your blasters for you.” Princess Rose nodded, encouraging the two battle-hardened warriors to embrace. Being that they weren't all hat bright, that's exactly what they did after handing over their weapons.
Halfway through the hug, one of the Troopers sighed. “Oh man.”
One seconds and two laser blasts later, and Princess Rose ran towards the door. If all of the Stormtroopers were
this stupid, it wouldn't be very hard to take back the ship and save herself from being taken prisoner. She had just made it to the door when it opened with a swish, revealing two more troopers. Between them stood Darth CHoW, the scariest sight in the entire Empire.
“Sadly thanks to budget cutbacks we've had to employ some 'less-than-perfect' Stormtroopers lately. No matter, all that extra dough bought us something pretty. Come on, I'll show ya.” CHoW grinned. Princess Rose did not reply, instead she lifted the blasters to fire.
CHoW waved his hands and the twin laser guns flew from the Princess' palms and into his gloved clutches. After checking to make sure the weapons were on stun (they were) he blasted her. He looked to the troopers and sighed. “You know, I'd order you to carry her back to the ship, but the Emperor would have my head if you dropped her or something. And I've lost enough body parts, believe you me.”
Waving his arms again, Rose's unconscious form floated into the air and followed behind him. The stunned troopers, however, he did leave behind for the other troops to carry.
Tattooine was a dry and dusty planet that was basically one gigantic desert. It was also a poor planet, dominated mostly by farmers. Since crops don't grow in such a climate, they are moisture farmers – they deal in water they harvest from out of the ground. It is also rumored that a blond man in a red coat with a big gun travels the desert and brings random mischief with him wherever he goes, but that is another story for another day.
The small escape pod manned only by the bending unit and protocol droid from the Rebel ship crash landed on this awful desert planet. After the crash, the only occupants quickly climbed out and looked around, the twin suns of the planet barring down on them.
“It's too hoooooooooooooooooooot.” Taz2-Z2 complained, once again popping up her human form out of the small metal droid. She had a small pocket fan in her hand and was using it in an attempt to keep herself cool.
“Eh, I like it.” Bender replied as he looked around. “There's some skeletons over there, and some nice rocks. All we need now is booze, blackjack and some flooziebots. In fact, forget the blackjack.”
“Bender!” Taz2 scolded him. “We have an important mission to accomplish! I have to find a great Jedi Knight who for some reason has been hiding out on this planet instead of fighting the evil Empire and convince him that now, for no reason other than our asking, he should fight the very Empire he's done nothing to try to stop in years.”
The bending unit blinked. “I didn't hear a word you said.”
Taz2 sighed and slumped down, back into the small droid. She closed the lid and drove off into the desert. Apparently she had had enough of Bender and his disinterest in saving the galaxy. The path she took was a long one. The twin suns beat down on the desert ground and there was nothing but sand and rocks to see for miles in all directions.
It was only after Taz2 rolled by a small rocky ridge that she found a sign of life. Her scanners could have warned her in time, but being stuck inside a small droid with two suns hanging overhead is not fun; and she wasn't paying attention to the scanners, instead trying to fix her air conditioner.
A small creature in a brown hood and cloak jumped out from behind the rocks, holding a small rifle in his hands. He aimed and fired, sending electrical waves at Taz2 and rendering the small droid-girl unconscious.
On one of the moisture farms of the planet there sat a youth on the top of a hill of sand. Dressed in simple white clothes that don't seem to get dirty despite all of the dirt and sand everywhere was one of the planet's many residents. Like most people that age, this youth wanted badly to escape the crummy planet and do something exciting – like joining the Rebel Alliance.
“So . . . Boring!” Kimi Cakeeater complained loudly as she flopped back onto the pile of sand, staring up at the sky that was dotted with two suns. This young girl may have lived a simple farm life, but the big dreams that filled her head constantly were about to come true.
“Kimi! Kimi!”
Kimi blinked and sat up, looking around. Running her way was an woman with purple hair, large black boots and one eye. Next to her was a man with red hair and a matching jacket.
“Yo. It's me, you're Uncle Fry.”
Her Aunt narrowed her eye. “She knows who you are. She's been living with us since she was a baby!”
“Jeez Leela, so I forget some things. It's not a big deal.”
Kimi sighed, shaking her head. Her aunt and uncle were, without question, idiots. She was stuck with them, though.
“So, what do you want?” Kimi asked.
Fry shrugged. “I dunno.”
Leela elbowed him in the arm. “Look Kimi, your uncle and I need you to run an errand. Go to the Jawa's and buy us some new droids.”
Instantly Kimi groaned. Buying droids from the Jawa was even less exciting than watching the sand blow in the wind. She crossed her arms. “But I was going into the station to see my friends!”
Leela laughed. “Oh Kimi, you know all your friends have left this dirtball of a planet to fight in the Rebel Alliance. Your uncle and I wouldn't let you go, though, so you're here and completely bored and friendless, and when they get back, they'll think you're a liar because you said you wanted to go to fight too but then you didn't . . . where was I going with this?”
Kimi narrowed her eyes. “I don't know. Whatever, I'll go get the droids.”
It was not long after that when Kimi Cakeeater wound up at the Jawa Van. She had no interest in being there, so she bought the first pair of droids she happened to lay eyes on – which as coincidence would have it was the small Taz2-Z2 and the drunken Bender. The droids loaded on board her sandspeeder, Kimi took off to get home.
“Beep beep boop beep.” Taz2 said.
Kimi looked over at the droid in the backseat. “Uhh . . . what?”
“She said you smell bad.” Bender 'translated'.
“No, what I said is: you're not Ben, are you?” Taz2 translated for herself as she popped up out of the droid's top. Kimi blinked.
“Ben? No, I'm Kimi. . . . Although I do know a Ben. He lives out in the desert. My Uncle Fry says he had a job once, so he's probably a productive person and we shouldn't talk to him.”
While Kimi tried to explain her uncle's crazy philosophy on how lazy people are better than productive ones, she was still looking at the droids, and not the road. As you might expect, that is rarely a good idea. The sandspeeder crashed into something gigantic and round, denting in the front of the speeder and throwing Kimi, Taz2 and Bender into the sand.
“Urrgh... That's the third worst crash I've ever had.” Kimi groaned, rubbing her head. She looked up to see what she hit, and when she did a horrible knot got tangled in the pit of her stomach.
Sand People.
“Who do you think you are, crashing into us like that!?” A blond girl holding a large fan growled.
“What a stupid idiot . . .” A boy dressed in all black with a black hood scathed.
“Let's kill her.” A redheaded boy with exceptionally dark eyes and a odd tattoo on his head hissed like a demon.
Gaara stepped forward and raised his hands in a menacing way, while Kankuro and Temari started at the girl and her droids from the sides. It looked bad for her, but at that moment something odd happened. A hooded figure jumped off a large rock and started screaming and waving his arms.
“I AM THE BOX GHOST!”
Gaara and his companions yelped, turned on the spot and ran off into the desert. As they ran, the hooded figure turned around to Kimi and helped her up. It was then that his identity was revealed, and he was actually not a ghost of any kind, nor a box.
“Ben? Ben Spoonobi?” Kimi blinked, recognizing him.
“Yeah, that's me. And you're a long way from home, Kimi Cakeeater.” Spoonobi commented. “What brings you out so far?”
Kimi brushed the dirt off her clothes and then pointed towards the two droids. “Them. I just bought them . . . hey wait, wasn't there supposed to be some scenes between buying them and meeting you?”
Spoonobi blinked and scratched his chin, looking deep in thought. “You could be right . . . but let's try not to think about that.”
Taz2 rolled forward and threw open the hatch in the droid's head. “You're Spoonobi? I've got a message for you!”
Spoonobi raised his eyebrow and sat on one of the nearby rocks. He nodded. “Alright then. Let's hear this message.”
Taz2 returned to the depths of the droid and started typing on a keyboard. In a moment, the droid's head spun around and projected a small sapphire hologram of a girl – the same one from the spaceship.
“General Spoonobi, years ago you were a great war hero... why you stopped fighting I don't really know... but my father begs you to come to our aid now. We have nothing to offer you for your help and no reason to think you will. But this droid has information vital to the destruction of the Empire's new weapon. If you don't help us... well, we're pretty much doomed. Help us Obi-Wan Spoonobi, you're our only hope.”
Kimi blinked, her arms crossed. “Huh . . . well what do you know. I always thought you were some weirdo who lived in a rock house, turns out your a war hero.”
Spoonobi sweatdropped and rubbed the back of his neck, his eye twitching a bit. “Y-yeah . . . thanks . . . I guess. Anyway, I'm not a weirdo. I'm a Jedi Knight. Defender of Peace and Justice in the Galaxy.”
Kimi raised an eyebrow. “Yeeeeeeah. Good job.”
This time Ben fell on his face. When he regained his composure he coughed and nodded. “Okay, so maybe the whole 'defend the galaxy' thing didn't go so well . . . it was a good enough goal for your father to believe in.”
Kimi sighed. “So we're still sticking with that storyline, huh?”
Spoonobi shrugged. “Yeah, looks like it. Anyway, you must learn the ways of the Jedi if you are to accompany me to fight the Empire.”
The farmgirl shook her head. “Whoa whoa whoa! Me? No way . . . I'm in enough trouble as it is!”
Spoonobi scratched his head, a inquisitive look on his face. “But... haven't you been complaining about being stuck here instead of fighting the Empire?”
“Yeah...”
“And now you have someone – a certified, card-carrying Jedi no less – inviting you to go fight the Empire... and you're turning me down because you'll get in trouble?”
Kimi blinked. “Huh... good point.”
Spoonobi nodded. “Exactly. Now why don't we hop over to Teh Cantina and see if we can hire a pilot to take us to Aldeeran.” He smiled, as if there was no problem with this plan at all.
“Umm... okay. My speeder was pretty messed up by that sand kid... and Mos Eisley is about six miles away... so...” Kimi shifted.
“Not a problem.” Spoonobi grinned. “I have a couple of Segway scooters we can take.”
Kimi sighed and rubbed her forehead. “We're going to ride Segway scooters six miles?”
“Yep.”
In a dark room, eight imperial generals and senators sit around a round, black table. One of the men, a short man with a large mustache and beard of white, was complaining loudly.
“Until this battle station is fully operations, we are vulnerable. The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped. They're more dangerous than you realize.”
“Commander Crunch,” Across from him, a short man with red hair and a slimy-looking smirk scoffed silently. “They may be dangerous to your Starfleet, not to this battle station!”
Crunch crossed his arms. “Admiral Lucky, as long as Rebel's continue to gain support in the Imperial Senate...”
Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Crunch's speed is cut short. The doors have opened and Grand Moff Phazon, governor of the Imperial outland regions, enters the room. He is followed by his powerful ally, The Sith Lord, Darth CHoW. All the generals stand and bow before the governor as he takes his place at the head of the table, with CHoW standing behind him.
“The Imperial Senate,” Phazon grins. “Will no longer be of any concern to us. Emperor Avatar has dissolved the council, permanently.”
Crunch gasps, astounded. “Impossible! How will the Emperor maintain control without bureaucracy?”
“The regional governor now have direct control over the territories. Fear will keep the local system in line – fear of this battle station.” Phazon smirked, crossing his hands.
“What about the rebels!?” Crunch demands. “They have the plans! If they study them... they could discover a weakness!”
“Nonsense.” Lucky shook his head. “This Battle Station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest we use it.”
“'Ultimate Power'? As if. Don't think this technological terror is anything special next to the power of the Flan.” CHoW butted in.
“Don't try to scare ME with your sorcery, Chower-head. Your voodo hasn't helped you conjure up those stolen tapes, or opened a magical portal to the rebel base.....”
CHoW twitches, then he jumps forward, activates a crimson lightsaber and cut's Lucky in two. The other governors all jump back away from the now-dead leprechaun.
“I just had the carpets cleaned in here...” Phazon sighed. “Look, this bickering is pointless! Obviously CHoW is a total psychopath, but the Emperor trusts him so we'd be best to just sit back and let him find the rebel base.”
Teh Cantina sits in the middle of Mos Eisley Space Port. It was loaded to the brim with aliens of all kinds, some human in appearance and some like monsters or animals. As they started inside, a machine on the walls went off and the bartender looked up.
“Hey, no droids in here.” He snapped.
Spoonobi looked to the two, Taz2 and Bender, and sighed. “You better wait outside. We don't need any trouble.”
Bender grumbled about not being near the booze, but Taz2 shrugged, opened the hatch and climbed out of the R2 Unit. Then she closed the hatch, folded up the unit and handed it to Bender. “Hang on to that, okay?”
To which Bender replied. “What are you?”
Taz2 shrugged. “There's going to be a lot of unexplained things happen, let's not read too much into them, okay?”
The Bending Unit shrugged and left the bar. Taz2 followed behind Kimi and Spoonobi, both of whom took her advice and just didn't worry about this sort of thing. The three hurried to the bar and sat down, but quickly Spoonobi excused himself to go look for a suitable pilot, leaving Kimi and Taz2 to their selves.
For a while the two sat and chatted merrily; neither of them took notice of the two men in black coats who sat down next to them. One man had dark hair and the other had blue skin and wild blue hair. When Kimi finally looked to her left and spotted the blue-skinned man, she yelped and jumped back.
“SHARK! Holy crap, who expected a shark on a desert planet?” Kimi was shocked.
“My friend doesn't like you.” The dark-haired man growled. The shark-looking fellow pushed Kimi in the shoulder.
“I'm sorry.” Kimi whispered.
“I don't like you either.” The dark-haired man added. “You better watch out; we're wanted men! I slaughtered my entire family when I was a teenager, and he's a shark!”
“I'll be careful.” Kimi gulped.
“You'll be dead!” The dark-haired man shouted, and his shark-faced companion reached for her. Suddenly there was a buzzing sound like a bee and a bright blue blade of light sliced right through the arm of the shark-faced man, sending it flying across the room.
Obi-Wan Spoonobi was standing between Kimi and the shark-man, his lightsaber active and burning. The shark-man yelled and screamed and clutched his arm where the hand had once been. His dark-haired companion picked up the severed body part and led his partner away into the crowd.
Kimi and Taz2 both looked shocked by what they had just seen.
“WHOA! That was great! When do I get a lightsaber?” Kimi quickly asked.
Spoonobi shook his head. “After that reaction, you're not getting a lightsaber till I'm dead.”
“Careful what you wish for.” Taz2 warned prophetically.
“That was pretty sweet.”
Kimi and Taz2 exchanged glances of surprise at the new voice. A tall guy with a full head of hair had just appeared. Actually, the hair wasn't just on his head – it was everywhere. He also had a crossbow on his back.
“Ah, yes. Chewvenger here is First Mate on a ship that might suit our needs.” Spoonobi explained, introducing their guest.
“What's up?” Chewvenger asked, nodding to both girls.
Kimi rubbed her eyes. “You're a wookie!”
“What? Noooooo. No, no, no.” Chewvenger quickly replied. “Not a wookie. Funny story... we were smuggling some hair growth formula for the Hutts, when a Imperial Cruiser came too close by and knocked us into a tailspin. The crate broke and – BAM. Instantly furball. Han bet me a thousand bucks I couldn't go a year without shaving it all off.”
Taz2 shook her head. “That's pretty immature.”
“Yeah, but it's funny.” Kimi snickered.
“Erm... Chewvenger.” Spoonobi's face suddenly had a look of concern on it. “When you say 'Han'... that's not the same Han who you just tried to convince me I should hire as our space pilot, is it?”
Chewvenger sweat dropped. “Whoops... Uhh... Yeah, but just hear me out. He's a buffoon, but he's also a great pilot... and our ship is the fastest in the galaxy!”
Kimi Cakeeater kicked back on her barstool and yawned. “I'll remind you, we already HAVE a pretty good pilot.”
Spoonobi sighed. “And I'll remind YOU; we don't have a ship... plus you're not old enough to drive.”
Kimi crossed her arms. “I drove the sandspeeder!”
“You ran over those Sand Kids!”
“Only because I wasn't paying attention!”
Spoonobi, always the diplomat, sighed and tried to find some agreement. “Fine... let's meet with this Space Captain, and if you seem more reliable than him, we'll buy a ship and you can fly us there yourself. Agreed?”
Kimi sighed. “Whatever.”
Chewvenger led the droid-girl, the farm-girl and the hermit-spoon towards the far end of the bar. There sat a man with wild hair and a leather vest. Spoonobi and Kimi sat across from him at the table, while Chewvenger and Taz2 pulled up extra chairs.
“You're a pilot?” Kimi asked skeptically.
“That's right. Han Sama. And you are?” He replied.
“In need of a good pilot and a fast ship.” Spoonobi replied. He put his hands together in front of him and sat quizzical for a moment, as if sizing up the pilot and his first mate. After a pause he asked them a question. “Do you have a fast ship?”
Sama coughed and almost fell out of his chair. “Fast ship? You never heard of the Aluminum Potato?”
“No...” Spoonobi blinked.
“Aluminum Potato? Are you SERIOUS?” Kimi's jaw drop. “What part of that name is supposed to convey speed?”
Sama shook his head. “Hey kid, everyone knows aluminum is the fastest of all metals; and likewise, potatoes are considered the speediest of all fruits.”
“Potatoes are vegetables.” Kimi replied.
“No... I'm pretty sure they're fruit.” Sama insisted.
“Vegetable!”
“Fruit!”
“Vegetable!”
“Fruit!”
“VEGETABLE!”
“FRUIT!”
Taz2 shook her head. “I don't think we should let either of them drive.”
“You may be right...” Spoonobi sighed, setting his head in his hand.
Sama leaned back and put his hands behind his head lazily. “Look, I can get you wherever you need to go quicker than anybody. And since you look like nice folks... I'll only charge you 20 bigs ones.”
Kimi's jaw dropped. “Twenty bucks? Okay, that's suspiciously good.” She crossed her arms.
“What? No! Twenty THOUSAND.” Sama replied quickly.
Once again, Kimi's jaw dropped. This time no sound came out of her mouth, she was at a total loss for words. Finally she found them. “Thousand? We can get a used ship for half of that!”
“Yeah, but whose going to fly it kid, you?” Sama asked with a raised brow.
“You bet I will! I'm not a bad pilot myself, come on, we don't have to listen to this--” Kimi started to stand up, but Spoonobi put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her right back down.
“We can pay you one thousand now... and twenty-nine when we get there.” Spoonobi said in a firm voice.
“Thirty?” Chewvenger said with a grin. Sama was drooling, until Chewvenger noticed and punched him in the arm, causing him to shake his head for a minute and then come back into the conversation.
“You've got a deal. The Potato is in docking bay 94, we can leave when you're ready.” Sama nodded. Then he motioned to the other side of the bar. “Looks like the Imperials are taking an interest in your handy-work... heheh... get it? 'Handy-work'? Cause you cut off that guy's arm...”
Kimi, Taz2 and Spoonobi all looked behind them to see a Imperial trooper interviewing the dark-haired man and the now one-armed shark-person.
“We'll meet you at the docking bay.” Spoonobi said. “Come along...” He, Kimi and Taz2 quickly exited out the side door.
Sama was grinning as he turned to Chewvenger. “Did you hear that!? Thirty thousand! This is going to save my ass! Go to the ship, get her ready, and let's get out of here!”
Chewvenger nodded, grabbed his drink and headed out the same side exit that the Jedi, Droid-girl and farm-kid headed out of. Sama happily started to stroll out as well, but he was stopped by a blue-haired man in a white coat.
“Going somewhere, Han Sama?”
“Yes Legato, as a matter of fact I was just going to see your boss. Tell him I've got his money.”
Sama sits down across from Legato, who has a evil smile on his face.
“It's too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. He put a price on your head so large, every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm just glad I found you before Cojo Fett did.” Legato smirked.
“Yeah, but this time I've got the money.” Sama explained.
“Hmm... if you give it to me, I might forget I found you.” Legato grinned.
Sama sighed. “I don't have it with me! Tell your boss --”
“You can tell him yourself. Maybe he'll just take your ship.” Legato replied.
Sama narrowed his eyes. “I'd have to be dead. Dead and buried.”
“I was hoping you'd say that...” Legato smiled, flashing a dangerous eye. “I'll enjoy this.”
“Me too.” Sama grinned; then a shot rang out and a laser fired from beneath the table, striking Legato in the head. He fell over on the table, dead.
CHoW sighed and leaned against the wall, his hands behind his head. Phazon was standing before him and he did not look amused.
“She wouldn't talk?” Phazon asked, to confirm.
“Nope.” CHoW replied. “And I tried everything. Jedi Mind Trick, offering her a dollar, telling her if she told me I'd let her go, I even offered her a double mocha with whipped cream if she told me where the rebel base was, but nothing.”
Phazon sighed and shook his head. “I knew I should have had Darth Bauer interrogate her instead. Oh well, there's other ways to make a princess talk. Set a course for her home planet.”
After a trip to gather a few supplies, Spoonobi quickly leads the girls to docking bay 94. Once there they find Chewvenger waiting for them at the gate. He waves them over hurriedly and leads them into a huge dirt pit that is docking bay. Resting in the middle of the huge hole is a large, round, beat-up, pieced-together hunk of junk that could only loosely be called a starship.
“That's it? That... that... abomination of modern machinery is your ship?” Kimi gasped, her mouth agape and her eyes lit up with disappointment and horror.
The tall figure of Han Sama comes down the boarding ramp, unamused. “She's the fastest ship in the known universe. She may not look like much, but she has speed like you wouldn't believe. I've ever made some special modifications myself.”
He rapped on the side of the Potato and a small compartment opened up to reveal a treadmill. On that treadmill was a rolled up ball of blue quills. It stirred, then unfurled to reveal a hedgehog.