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

Chuck that blocker over here will you...

*hacks off the last of the hair*

*Force pulls a second metablocker and sends it towards annat slowly*

So Mirig what do i owe you?

*grabs it and injects it into his arm*


Can we get a droid to bring me some spare parts for the leg?

*pulls out a ragged deathstick from his robe*

At least Gr'Jar let me keep this...

*lights up and takes a drag*

Removes all his robes and clothing and throws them into the draw which burns them. Puts on the medical robe and sits on a chair*

Apart from the apology, damages, attack on my family and respect? Nothing.

< ARGH MY EYES! >

*takes his deathsticks out of the robe, then takes it off, lobs it into the drawer without getting up, and puts on a medical robe*

And my leg....

*shuts eyes and carries on smoking, blowing rings*

You said i owe you money.

The attack wasn't on you. I was ordered to subdue a threat. In subduing a threat i could also find a cure for the dark army meaning that the room behind you would never have to be used. You will receive my respect Mirig, when you have earnt it back. You defied the will of the council.

I am part of the Council, Ma'rol. You've shown yourself to misinterperate messages before.

The Council did not send you to disrupt a peaceful planet and give the Academy a reputation.

Your attack on a master shows you've been seduced by the darkside.

< And damages is money. >

*stands up on his single leg, throws the dog end into the drawer*

Can you two sort this out later?

*turns to Ma'Rol*

Right, plan for the cure, what is it??

Mirig i sensed your love for your family. I acted under council orders. When you left this academy and refused to return, puppet took control. I take my orders from puppet and the jedi council, not from a wanted criminal such as yourself

Oh so now your interested Annat... why the sudden change of heart

*grabs Ma'Rol by the shoulders for support and looks him in the eyes*

THE CURE!!!

*Pushes him back onto another chair*

Wait.

We can do nothing yet. If my theory fails then were both dead. If it succeeds were both fine.

And you still didnt answer my question, whats different now annat?

You do not tell me that I refused to return. I left to protect here from corruption and implication on the part of Chancellor Kellin.

There is not one point where it was said that I would not return. Master Puppet still answers to me.

Now I'm stuck in a room with you and sleeping beauty over there, and I have a finite amount of deathsticks to keep me going. Getting out of here or death would be infinitely preferable to spending a few weeks here watching you two go insane and knowing the same is happening to me, NOW CAN WE PLEASE GET A MOVE ON???

*taps fingers on arm of chair*

Supress it with the Force, Annat.

*turns to Gr'Jar*

I would Master, but for some reason we're in here on intravenous metablockers. I can't lift a pencil for 2 yards, let alone suppress this!

The fact remains you left. Since that time i was put in charge of the academies defences. Annat was a safety risk. You left because you were found guilty by the senate, sent to spend the rest of your days in carbonite. Annat rescued you, i covered up the evidence.

Master Puppet may answer to you Mirig, but you time as a civillian has change you somewhat, with emotions such as love embraced by yourself. I sensed it. That is a dangerous road Mirig.

*Lounges back on chair and laughs at annat*

This is the cure idiot. My theory is that the disease works of force in each of us, the metablockers block the force, the disease should die. In theory at least. I was waiting for a dark army member but i was told nothing about that, so we just became the test subjects