Discussion in 'Fan Fiction and Writing Resource' started by earlybird-obi-wan, Nov 1, 2012.
and entered through the hidden gate after murmuring the magical
incantation granting him access to secret room in the cellar
that was full of dead people. "What's this place?" Siri
wondered aloud. Then slowly, the corpses lying around came alive.
"What in sith's name is this place, Obi-Wan?!" Siri screamed.
"A trap" said Floop, pressing a button. "Down you go."
"Waaaaaa!" Siri screamed, so high this time even the dead
gungan zombie horde covered their ears. "We need a plan
of action, and you'll do just nicely!" So, the zombie
began to scream at the top of their decaying lungs
summoning what appeared to be Floop's Rancor Snips to join
in on the fun. Snips let out a furious bellow
that rattles the cellar walls. The paddys draw their lightsabers
and steel themselves for the treacherous task ahead of them.
Siri brandishes her violet blade, charging at Snips, the force
of her attack offset by a single swipe of Snips's
green-bladed-lightsaber. "What's going on here?" Anakin asked, sticking
and wondering why a rancor swung a lightsaber at Siri
"Master Siri! Are you all right?" Anakin asked. When Obi-Wan
saw Floop was distracted he gestured and force-pulled Floop's remote
from his hand. "How did you fit a remote into
that very small belt-pouch that was used for a rebreather
designed for Yarael Poof?"
"It's a relatively painful process" explained
Poot as he palmed the device and tucked it away.
"What do you want with us?!" Obi-Wan asked, summersaulting towards