Post by Clone two on May 28, 2007 21:49:41 GMT 1
Title: Angry Alien
Author: Bloody aka Clone Two, Clone87
Characters: An angry alien, Jacen Solo and Luke Skywalker
Summary: What happens when Jacen can't keep his big mouth shut...
Notes: approved by the clone triumvirate
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars and I'm making no money on this
The last computer screen went out and left nothing else but the light from the blinking buttons on the instrument panel.
The hyperdrive was gone. Weaponry systems were running at absolute minimum power. All lights had gone out. The engines were dead, and so was the radio. The survival systems was luckily still functioning, but at the cost of the navigation system.
So…
Here he was in the middle of NOWHERE with a pile of junk for a ship and NO Mandalore-snaps left. And his passenger was one of those persons you just didn’t want to strand in space with.
Bloody was sitting in the pilot’s seat, still like a stone gargoyle. His sharp, white teeth were clenched, and his eyes were fixed at something outside between the stars.
To his left, in the co-pilot’s seat, Jacen Solo sat. His eyes were right now on the move, observing everything. He didn’t seem to sense the atmosphere in the cockpit.
The silence was very tense. You could easily cut it into cubes. And the intensity grew every minute.
It only needed a little spark to catch fire.
“Do you really think that the Force would choose sides??” Jacen suddenly asked.
Of course he delivered the wrong question in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Bloody turned his head sharply towards him. “We are stranded out here… The radio is dead, the weapons aren’t working, and we have no idea, WHERE we are!! And then you… you…”
What Bloody would have said, it was impossible to know. The rest of his words drowned in a furious roar, as he grabbed Jacen at the neck and sent him flying through the cockpit. He collided with the ceiling and a wall, before he hit the floor.
As he raised his head, he saw Bloody standing over him. The Aliran was trembling with rage, and his tail was slashing the floor angrily.
“I don’t care, if your mother is Head of the Republic… or if Han Solo is your father… OR if your uncle just happens to be the greatest Jedi Master in the galaxy!! I’m gonna hit you so hard that even your grandfather, Darth Vader, gets dizzy!!!”
Jacen jumped to his feet. “Wait Bloody!!! Listen to yourself!! You’re angry!! That leads to the Dark Side, remember??”
Bloody grinned, so Jacen could see all his sharp, white teeth. “Luckily for me, the Force doesn’t choose sides anymore, right??”
(Here some text has been erased by the author, because it is too violent and inappropriate for this forum. Sith happens.)
Luke Skywalker was waiting patiently, as Slave II was dragged into the hangar. He smiled relieved. Bloody and Jacen had been gone for two days, which wasn’t a good sign. But now they were back, and they were both all right. But at the same time something felt wrong.
The boarding ramp on the Slave II went down.
Someone was literally kicked out of the shuttle, flew through the air and crashed to the deck.
Luke starred at the figure in disbelief, then he realised, who had hit the floor. “Jacen!!” He ran to his nephew to help him up.
Jacen’s nose were broken, he had a black eye, his lips were split, his arm were broken three places, and he spat the rest of two teeth out followed by some bloody spit. He was covered by scratches and bruises, but Luke sensed no life threatening wounds.
“Jacen??” He tried to receive some sort of response from his nephew. “Jacen, what happened??”
Bloody appeared at the top of the boarding ramp. By the way the Aliran looked at Jacen (like an angry alien), Luke put two and two together.
“Bloody!!! What have you done to him??!!”
“Sorry, Master Skywalker.” Bloody grinned, all his teeth were showing. “I couldn’t help it. It’s in my nature.”
Author: Bloody aka Clone Two, Clone87
Characters: An angry alien, Jacen Solo and Luke Skywalker
Summary: What happens when Jacen can't keep his big mouth shut...
Notes: approved by the clone triumvirate
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars and I'm making no money on this
The last computer screen went out and left nothing else but the light from the blinking buttons on the instrument panel.
The hyperdrive was gone. Weaponry systems were running at absolute minimum power. All lights had gone out. The engines were dead, and so was the radio. The survival systems was luckily still functioning, but at the cost of the navigation system.
So…
Here he was in the middle of NOWHERE with a pile of junk for a ship and NO Mandalore-snaps left. And his passenger was one of those persons you just didn’t want to strand in space with.
Bloody was sitting in the pilot’s seat, still like a stone gargoyle. His sharp, white teeth were clenched, and his eyes were fixed at something outside between the stars.
To his left, in the co-pilot’s seat, Jacen Solo sat. His eyes were right now on the move, observing everything. He didn’t seem to sense the atmosphere in the cockpit.
The silence was very tense. You could easily cut it into cubes. And the intensity grew every minute.
It only needed a little spark to catch fire.
“Do you really think that the Force would choose sides??” Jacen suddenly asked.
Of course he delivered the wrong question in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Bloody turned his head sharply towards him. “We are stranded out here… The radio is dead, the weapons aren’t working, and we have no idea, WHERE we are!! And then you… you…”
What Bloody would have said, it was impossible to know. The rest of his words drowned in a furious roar, as he grabbed Jacen at the neck and sent him flying through the cockpit. He collided with the ceiling and a wall, before he hit the floor.
As he raised his head, he saw Bloody standing over him. The Aliran was trembling with rage, and his tail was slashing the floor angrily.
“I don’t care, if your mother is Head of the Republic… or if Han Solo is your father… OR if your uncle just happens to be the greatest Jedi Master in the galaxy!! I’m gonna hit you so hard that even your grandfather, Darth Vader, gets dizzy!!!”
Jacen jumped to his feet. “Wait Bloody!!! Listen to yourself!! You’re angry!! That leads to the Dark Side, remember??”
Bloody grinned, so Jacen could see all his sharp, white teeth. “Luckily for me, the Force doesn’t choose sides anymore, right??”
(Here some text has been erased by the author, because it is too violent and inappropriate for this forum. Sith happens.)
Luke Skywalker was waiting patiently, as Slave II was dragged into the hangar. He smiled relieved. Bloody and Jacen had been gone for two days, which wasn’t a good sign. But now they were back, and they were both all right. But at the same time something felt wrong.
The boarding ramp on the Slave II went down.
Someone was literally kicked out of the shuttle, flew through the air and crashed to the deck.
Luke starred at the figure in disbelief, then he realised, who had hit the floor. “Jacen!!” He ran to his nephew to help him up.
Jacen’s nose were broken, he had a black eye, his lips were split, his arm were broken three places, and he spat the rest of two teeth out followed by some bloody spit. He was covered by scratches and bruises, but Luke sensed no life threatening wounds.
“Jacen??” He tried to receive some sort of response from his nephew. “Jacen, what happened??”
Bloody appeared at the top of the boarding ramp. By the way the Aliran looked at Jacen (like an angry alien), Luke put two and two together.
“Bloody!!! What have you done to him??!!”
“Sorry, Master Skywalker.” Bloody grinned, all his teeth were showing. “I couldn’t help it. It’s in my nature.”