Saga Flameless

title: Flameless
topic: Anakin and (OC) Soope are lost in the galaxy, when Obi is going mad looking for them
genre: humor and violence and a teeny bit of angst
disclaimer: all Lucas or Watson besides Soope and her 'cohooters'
notes: I'm aiming for a good laugh, and a lot of irony

How it smelled when it happened
duh duh duh...
nobody cares.

Back in the old pleasant days when most Alderaanians knew how to bake pretty well, three children began a rebellion against the ancient tradition of soup holidays.
But of course, this story is certainly not about young Bail Organa. That's in the wrong time frame. This story is about a man with a skinny face and big hands. But he's not a man yet, so I don't care the eighth thing about him. But sadly, that's what this story is about. Anakin Skywalker and a lot of other annoying people who I don't like to think about while typing.

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"ANI! THE BRAKES!" Ferus screeched.
"We all hear you." Tru muttered.
"Huh?" Anakin suddenly found himself out of his thoughts, "What'd anyone say?"
Darrra sighed in amusement.
"You just swore! I need food poisoning, where was I born, his majesty, salvation army salvation army, I like computers... "
"Whoa! Soope, halt. What'd you say?"
"Anakin, get a shirt, and... yes that... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... paintings, hat sale, Olympics... "
Ferus frowned, "What are 'uhlinpiks'?"
"AHHHHHHHH! My nothing!"
"You know," Darra said, (she's probably the only one in her mind these days) "Let's play a game where you say a random thing each turn."
Soope rolled her head. "Wagon."
"Padme."
"Tunic."
"Legs."
"Candy."
"Something prepaid."
"Hydrospanner."
"Boots"
"Anakin."
"Candy."
"Old toothpaste."
"Tattooine."
"Master."
"Ferus's mouth."
"Candy."
"Plastic surgery and rear pains."
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
"Candy?"
"What?"
And then an explosion rocked the ship.
"Ow! My skin and artificial bladder!"

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I'll be gone for a while, so bye until next summer or something, I guess.

 

Interesting beginning, Shane. I'm curious to know where you'll go with this.

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