h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*The droids come in a strip the room completely. Only the inner holding bay remains. The air supply filter is changed from an exit vent to a small unit, so that the room can only be access and exited throught the door leading through the defence room. The filter can also be used to administer air-bourne drugs like metablockers. A bed is placed in the room, and the mirrors remain one way. The droids install extremely powerful (see impenetrable) force-feilds for holding even the most dangerous of force users. Again the draw is filled with a wash basin, a medical robe, and shaving equipment . Jamming equipment is set up in the outer room, as well as heavy sheilding, and the room becomes impentrable from without or within when fully active. The droids roll out and Ma'rol tests the room*

*The force-feilds shimmer on powerfully before ma'rol switches them off again*

<"If hes a jedi, even a really really maverick jedi surely he wouldnt jeprodise the life of another jedi." May I refer you to the Nar Shadda Bar where someone took out a contract on the loveable story-hogging rogue Annat?>

*Gr'jar enters and looks about.*

Interesting.

*uses force to put the three jedi knights into quarantine until further notice*

*pulls lightsabers of all and secures door is shut*

*senses dark presence in the Training Grounds*

*goes there*

*Regains conciousness and looks at the other two bodies, shouts at the comm link*

If theres anybody listening open the draw, i need to test my theory please.

*rolls a bit*

Not. Shaving. Me.

~~You owe me money Ma'rol.~~

*stands up, tries to put weight on left leg which promptly snaps, falls over*

You better fix this y'know....

You can shave yourself. Either way, im testing this theory

*Reaches out with the force, trying to unlock the draw*

I can't remember putting an internal lock on it

*shuffles up against a wall*

Suppose I only have to shave one leg....

~~Who are you that i owe money too~~

*Gr'jar walks in a reserves a chair before sitting*

Me.

*reaches down and pull metablocker out of foot., tossing it to bin*

Will you open the draw Mirig. There should be plenty of supplies for the others to do this also.

*shakes head*

Well Ma'rol, when you shoot someone in the house...



<*pulls out penguin, Mr Flibble....*>

Well it's good to see that a former pupil still has respect.

I show a respect to masters mirig, not retired civillians such as your self.

Ma'rol, a Jedi shows respect to all people, we are not military, just because Mr Gr'Jar has no rank here doesn't mean you can treat him without respect...

*force pulls the razor to him and starts hacking off lumps of hair*

Just because I left, Ma'rol, does not mean that I had abandoned the Academy.

I am still a master in this place.

*Amazed at his abilty to do that without there being a razor there yet, pulls a second razor two him and slices off his top knot. The rest of his body is already genetically hairless. Injects metablocker*

Its amazing how you can cooperate when you feel like it ahy annat. Must just be me