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

DEV: Theres shoulds be a wrecked TIE Fighters outta there somewhere.

congratulations on the whole surviving thing.

*sits on the hammock and opens a can of something that smells vaguely alchoholic*

*shakes head*

My last ....

Gotta go back to the Academy....

*toasts him*

Why? Don't leave me here.... I'm not sure it's safe for me alone.

*turns to Dev*

Fancy a trip to the jedi homeworld?

Well, we'd better be getting a move on.

Right, let's go!

*herds Velte and Dev into the Interceptor*

*Dev gets herded into Interceptor...*

<*was herded into the interceptor some time ago*>

*defense grid activates*

*Ma'rol and the droids crest a nearby sand hill, the jammers on the battle droids blocking any recording or sensor equipment. Several remote blasters pop up and start blasting away*

Thats it? good defences annat. Hold fire droids.

*Blocks several blaster shots before disabling the security system. Goes to open the door, but then senses a disturbance*

Hmm booby trapped possibly

*Uses his sabre to remove the door from the frame and starts to inspect the hut*

Hmm, this pot, it wasn't heated by fire. I sense great anger near it. Maybe this is where he learnt to use his powers

*Y'drah reports in*

Y'drah: scanners report traces of battle droids. I have found tracks and faint energy signatures

Ma'rol: sounds unlikely, he wouldn't use battle droids himself then critise me so readily. Stay alert.

*The droids stomp around the hut outside, scanning contiuously. Reaches out with the force*

Gr'jar has been here, and to'bru also. There was an explosion, this huts been rebuilt.

There was a fight.

*Studies the ground and the general clutter, reaching out with the force. Le'rual reports in*

Le'rual: Master a ship was here. Unknown type.

*Scratches head and keeps searching*

Another jedi was here, i feel him, but he is not a strong as the rest. There has been blood shed also, from the jedi and from another source.
So much anger here. violence, destruction, aggression. I think it is time i took my leave.

*With the force and sensor supressors on the droids still going, he takes a few scrapings off the cooking pot, and heads back into the desert for the retribution, replacing the door on the way out*

< Nnyes... >

<.....ooookay>

*lands the Interceptor in the garage*

*Unloads Gr'Jar and drags him to the living space*

Hmm, looks like someone's been here. Well, nothing seems to be missing*

*crouches down and thaws the Carbonite*

Master Gr'Jar??

~~ Annat, what /are/ you up to? ~~