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Post by Nani Pelekai on Apr 3, 2009 9:47:51 GMT -5
[-Itching to join- x3]
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Post by Rosetta on Apr 3, 2009 17:12:37 GMT -5
[[To save time, I'll bring in Aunt Beru]]
- Meanwhile, on Tattooine ... -
Beru Rosetta Lars sighed as she tended to her space daisies. Her nephew was so uncontrollable these days - threatening to join the Rebellion and whatnot. Of course, Beru and her husband, Owen wouldn't settle for it. Owen was just so worried that his nephew would turn out like his father did.
But of course, they would never, not in an infinity, tell their nephew the truth. For all he knew, his father was a Jedi who had been killed in battle. But the truth was ... well, Beru didn't even want to think about it. Of course, they raised him like he was their own son - they loved him that much too.
But now, Beru was scared. What if he did decide to just up and go? She didn't know how she could stop him. As she flew around, watering her beautiful intergalactic plants, she thought about what she could do.
"Aha!" She said to herself, as an idea clicked in her head.
She'd just keep him busy! Give him some solar roses to plant, keep him busy with the space shrubs and the purp garden! As long as her little buttercup had something to do, there was no way he could go and get himself in danger.
"Perfect," she said to herself.
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Apr 3, 2009 19:19:58 GMT -5
A red solar surfer ripped across the sky, followed by a blue surfer. A landspeeder tagged behind.
"WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!" came the whoop from the red surfer's pilot: Jim Skywalker.
"Dude, check this one out!" Jim yelled to his friend on the blue surfer, pulling his own vehicle into a sharp loop. He somersaulted a few times in a continuous circle, making a hoop in the sky.
"That's nuthin'!" yelled his friend on the blue surfer. "Check out this corkscrew!"
"Yo, Jim! Deak!" came the thrid boy's call from the landspeeder. "Dude, time's up! I gotta be back at my dad's place or he's gonna lay an egg..."
"Windy, you're a Rodian. Your dad lays eggs..." Jim retorted as he landed his surfer beside Windy's landspeeder. Deak was soon to follow, folding up the blue sail on his surfer.
"Hey, Deak..." Windy started. "Any news on your application for the Academy yet?"
"Not yet. But I'm excited..." Deak smiled. "Jim, has your old man caved yet? Everyone's gonna leave sooner or later."
Jim's face fell. "No..." he sighed. "Uncle keeps saying that he's gonna let me go next year, but then he ends up needing me for the harvest AGAIN. But we're gonna buy some droids the next time the Jawas come around... maybe we can finally get enough help so I can be outta here."
The boys departed, and Jim touched his solar surfer down in front the sheltered, white dome that was his house. Home, sweet home... You get sick of it after a while when all your buds have left.
"Aunt Rosetta! I'm home!" Jim called out, stowing his solar surfer in the garage next to his landspeeder.
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Post by Panchito on Apr 3, 2009 19:36:40 GMT -5
Stormtrooper 346 watched the lifepod launch from the captured ship. He prepared to blast it to atoms, as per Lord Ego's orders.
"No, estupido," said Stormtrooper 626. "That one has no life readings. Let it go."
Ai, Trooper 347 had his trigger finger all set to blast the pod, and now there was nothing to shoot. Pulling out his laser rifle, he blasted 626 instead.
Besides, he hated being called 'estupido."
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Post by Basil on Apr 3, 2009 19:46:52 GMT -5
The lifepod spiraled away from the captured ship and toward the orange globe orbiting the twin suns.
After a brief and uneventful flight, it landed more or less comfortably in a large sand dune. And no wonder, for the planet Tatooine was 99 and 44/100% sand dunes.
BAS-L popped the hatch open and stared at the bleak landscape. "What a wretched planet this is. Of all the places to be marooned..."
Well, there was nothing for it but to find the nearest settlement. With that in mind, the golden droid hopped out onto the blistering sand, engaged his magnifying optics, and began to search the ground for traces of life.
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Post by Penny on Apr 3, 2009 19:59:19 GMT -5
PEN-E rolled out of the lifepod, taking in the surroundings, mainly the sand. Ugh. She hated sand! It got under her outer shell and ugh! Once it was under it took forever to get out!
And BAS-L said she didn't observe, puh!
"I didn't pick it out, it was the closest one and easiest to get to. Now if you'll allow me, we should go..." she trailed off, scanning for the nearest shelter in case of a sandstorm. "That way!" she whirred, beginning in the direction of a large structure, according to her data.
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Post by Rosetta on Apr 4, 2009 7:42:58 GMT -5
Beru perked up at the sound of Jim's voice. Time for Plan Don't-Let-My-Nephew-Do-Anything to begin! Surely it would make Owen happy - really, it was benefiting Jim. That way, he wouldn't have to worry about having his uncle on his tail.
"Oh, Jimmy!" She called out, knowing that he hated being called that. Personally, Beru thought it was cute.
"I erm ... need help with those space daisies over here! Do you think you could plant them ... sweetie?"
Really, their little house on Tattooine was so full of flowers, it was like walking into the world's biggest garden. But Beru had a real talent for planting, and she just loved them so much! They just made everything look so pretty - besides, Tattooine wasn't exactly the most appealing planet out there.
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Post by Basil on Apr 4, 2009 8:57:22 GMT -5
221B-AS-L looked up from his investigation quite miffed as PEN-E trundled off toward the horizon.
"See here, who was deactivated and made you the leader? My deductive reasoning tells me we ought to go in that direction." He pointed precisely opposite to the path chosen by the servo-droid.
He waited with visible impatience, tapping his metal foot, for her to come to her senses, such as they were.
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Post by Penny on Apr 4, 2009 12:59:42 GMT -5
"No....we have to go that way!" PEN-E argued in a sharp series of noises. "I believe your deductive reasoning is off." she added quickly. "If we go my direction we can be safer." Well, she didn't know that for sure, but she was certain that her direction was correct. Perhaps if she hadn't gotten lost this wouldn't have been an issue. Or maybe if she was a better model with better programming he would listen to her opinion and take it, for she wouldn't be a service bot.
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Apr 4, 2009 21:17:30 GMT -5
Jim groaned and rolled his eyes. He had already planned to work on the landspeeder... It needed a tune-up. He had already pulled out his tools and started taking apart the engine.
"Do I have to?" Jim whined, emerging from the dark cave of sanctuary that was the garage. He had a wrench in his hand and grease smeared on his cheek, giving Auntie a dirty look.
"Don't you think we have enough flowers, Auntie?" Jim complained, reluctantly taking up one of the space daisies. "These things aren't exactly built for Tatoonie... you know how fast they die from the heat."
Jim wordlessly began planting, knowing that whining was useless. Still, it gave him a chance to annoy his aunt and uncle as much as they annoyed him sometimes.
"Auntie?" Jim said carefully, not wanting to start an argument. "How is the harvest looking this year? I mean... do you think you'll need me?"
Jim sighed and threw down his trowel. "Aunt, practically everyone's left for the Academy! I'm fifteen! You know I can't stay here forever..."
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Post by Nani Pelekai on Apr 4, 2009 22:08:59 GMT -5
A cup of tea sat cooling on the boulder beside her, next to a book entitled How to Live Like a Hermit and Like It. She had thought that perhaps a go at some up to date literature would take her mind off those dreadful bandits. Such dreadful beings, those low lives.
The woman on the ground was singing in her gentle, tropical voice. Through the cave she could hear the muffled, somewhat distant cries of d**ned beings claim yet another victim. She was used to this, knowing well she could not save every single person to ever wander the outlands of Tatooine, and the hermit could not be blamed for believing this so.
With a delicate wave of her hand, the pallid mug rose, suspended in mid-air, sent adrift for a second or two before touching something gentle and soft. Slender fingers encircled it, and, finally, gravity ceased its floating. She brought it to her lips and sipped it thoughtfully.
Brown eyes lowered to where the sand had been adorned (up to 12 feet) with strange markings, consisting of disproportioned figures – stick people – dancing around a bonfire with light sabers strapped to their heads.
Yes, even she was bored of doing nothing. She drew one last picture – a picture of a boy. It resembled Jim, somewhat. Something of interest would take place today; this she sensed quite well.
After gazing off philosophically, she ruined the mystical moment with a loud snort. “Oook,” she began, “I’m gonna go take a bath.” She brought her rubber ducky along and headed off to a lake...
[Tatooine is too dry for a lake, I'm aware of that, but...eh...-shrug- x3 This is a meanwhile post.]
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Post by Basil on Apr 5, 2009 13:31:10 GMT -5
The golden droid emitted a strangled cry of outrage. How dare that bucket of bolts make a disparaging remark about his mental powers!?!
"You...you rolling refugee from a trash compactor! You can just go that way, then, little good may it do you!"
B-AS-L turned on his heel and walked purposefully in the exact opposite direction. His lube was boiling, but he was utterly confident that his companion would be back before long, wishing she had knees on which to beg his forgiveness.
Further and further he marched, never once looking back, until he was quite out of sight.
Once beyond the horizon, B-AS-L was delighted to see a massive vehicle off in the distance.
"Ha! I knew this was the best way to go! Wait until that dratted PEN-E sees me riding along in this comfortable transport. She can jolly well eat those beeps."
Too bad for him, he was about to fall into the hands of the dreaded Jawas, enemies to all droids.
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Post by Rosetta on Apr 6, 2009 13:36:56 GMT -5
Beru winced at Jim's little speech. She knew this was coming - obviously planting flowers had no effect on the teenage spacer's mind. Beru wanted to let him go to the Academy, she really did. But for one, she was scared to let him go. What if he turned out to be like his father?
And then there was Owen. Owen just wouldn't stand for that. He was so strict with Jim, and many time Beru had defended their poor nephew.
She sighed, and flew a little closer. This wouldn't be easy, she knew it.
"I know," she started. "It's just, well ... it's for the best Jim. We do need you around here sometimes, and you know how your uncle feels. I mean, planting daisies isn't all that bad, is it?"
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Post by Gadget on Apr 6, 2009 18:14:12 GMT -5
<<Is it my turn now? I know my part's awfully small, but, well, there are no small parts, y'know; only small actors :) >>
The band of tiny scavengers, the Jawas, spent their days scouring the sandy wastes for bits of machinery and scrap metal. Everything they found, down to the tiniest bolt, they repaired, re-used and/or resold; that's how they stayed alive.
Although they performed, in their way, a valuable service by ridding Tattooine of trash, the Jawas were not well-liked as a rule. A lot of their cobbled-together gizmos didn't work all that well, and they did, on occasion, make off with bits of trash before the previous owner was altogether done with it.
On this particular day, the band had split up, some remaining in their transport, while their Chief led an expedition into the Jundland wastes.
Those inside the giant sandcrawler rubbed their hands together with glee. Here was a pile of spare parts on the hoof, headed straight for them. Wouldn't their chief Gadget be surprised when she returned!
The huge door opened ponderously to admit the unwary droid, then closed behind it with a hollow and ominous clank.
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Post by Basil on Apr 8, 2009 21:11:16 GMT -5
<<We are so missing our Princess Leia! >>
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