The Adventures of the P.S.A. Rebellion

-- From a flyer tacked somewhere on the Jedi Council bulletin board, Coruscant City --

JOIN THE REBELLION (it's Pretty Silly, Actually) WE HAVE PUNCH AND PIE.

Act now and recieve a free promotion and a cool pen!

 

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I just came by to bug your secret hideout.

 

Welcome, Vaernexx!

Friends, Droids, Wookies, lend me your ears. Let me introduce myself. My name is Lando. Disco Lando.

It's been a long time since I last saw the halls of the Jedi Council. Back then there was an evil consortium of men we called "admins." They were dark controllers, who used thier power for evil purposes. But one day, there was a great rebellion - out of the ashes of the war rose a galliant young Scottish sandperson called the MacTusken, a drunken intellectual with a penchant for turnips. He had no army with which to fight, so he started out by leading a small group of livestock into battle.

They weren't so victorious. But others joined - Jedi Knight Seyrah, Lord Dream, Rhui Chatar, Sir Henry and his clone, the infamous Doughboy... these are all names lost in the mists of time, my friends. The days of our rebellion have passed, and there is no more need to fight the Council.

But one day, I realized the true meaning of the teachings that were bestowed upon me by MacTusken and his seccond-in-command, Seyrah. Our cause was not just to fight, but to be silly!

So I went out to Larry's Starship Discounters and got a pretty good deal on a used junker. But hey, I'm sure we can fit enough people in it to make a full crew...

So who's with me???

 

I deem this attempted reign of terror sterile.

 

Oh, but no, the madness has only begun!

What shall I call the ship? Something deserving, I think...

::Looks at junker, a pathetic hunk of... well, junk.::

Hmmmm. Somehow I don't think this baby is going to be named the "Shiny Peach."

 

Hey, I must say, I like the dancing frog.

 

Ah, yes... perhaps we ARE in need of a mascot...

GOOD IDEA!

 

::Looks at watch::

Come on. Someone back me up... Anyone want to be the Captain?

 

Leda sits down on the beach here in the spoilers-safe Community and starts dreaming up how to proceed.

A frog you say?

A frog sat upon the edge of the Spoilers Allowed Pool. A ball comes bouncing out of the forest and goes splash in the pool. A child soon follows and wonders how to get the ball back.

The frog, sitting next to his pool offers to help out. The child is happy. The frog dives in and brings back a "Darth Kimball" helmet. Clearly scrawled upon the head piece, "there is no darth kimball." The child gets a bit grumpy and sits down to wonder how to get what she wants out of SA without actually getting wet with the spoilers.

The frog poses for pictures, perched upon the helmet.

 

It's a frickin' blue alien. What weird frogs do you have in your area?

 

Hmmmm... The Scion makes a good point. But either way, Leda you seem creative enough. You're hired, whether you like it or not.

 

What a hunk of junk....

*looks around*

DISCO!!!!

 

Can I be the CFO? The Chief Financial Officer of the shiney peach???????


I'd be a great ship's Chief Financial Officer!

Leda, CFO!

 

What friggin blue aliens do you have in your area? I still say it could be a frog or an alien.


I'm gonna go with frog for now as I'm not fond of being wrong

 

Hey, guys, check it out. I went out and bought some cans of spraypaint.

:oints to the junker::

--There is a huge blue frog standing on a helmet, spraypainted, somewhat messily, on the side of the ship.--

Darth Vaernexx: "I don't get it. It's not a frog! It was never a frog! It was an alien!"

Leda: "It's a frog now."

 

Good to hear. I knew it was a blue alien..uh..frog.

 

Leda has recieved one cool pen and a free promotion to Chief Financial Officer of...

...of...

...well, I guess that settles it. In an event of twisted and bizarre irony, we're going to set off in... the Shiny Peach.

Well, Leda, as your first act of being the CFO, I suggest you find some way of making money, that way we have money to manage. Maybe an intergalactic bake sale would be in order?

 

Now, where's my darned pen?

 

Here you go, Dream!

::hands him a shiny little pen. It bares the inscription, 'Nova Mart.'::

I had them... uh... specially ordered. Yeah.

Hey, you want to be the manual navigator?

 

Ahem. Report to the acting captaincy of the Shiny Peach:

In order that we be a more perfect union and fund the 401K plans, I suggest we make money.

Toward that end, I suggest we take a shipment of something from here and get a payment for that and them deliver it somewhere and get a payment for that. Call it a win win proposition.

So, all we need is someone who wants to ship something.

 

I will continue the madness by making Ender the Chief Communications Officer. Seems he has a point of his own.

 

So, don't I get a position? I did suggest the frog as our mascot. Well....not quite, but I would have gone there eventually.

 

I rescind the above complaint.

 

Hm. Apparently there is already a lack of communication. I shall make a note of this.

 

Yes, I shall make a note as well. Uh, I haven't been fired yet, right?