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

*half buried by the sands of time and weathered into corrosion, the Academy is but a shadow of its former self. The huge logo on the front ventricle of the building can still be seen. maybe all is not lost*

*flies past in shadow looking for salvagable parts*

*another shadow apears admist its dark and haunting bretherin*

[bare wisper] tis been longs since last I saw this place

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*deep within the halls of the long buried Sith Academy a bleeping can be heard. it echoes down the lonely corridor almost unsure in it's purpose but bleeping on none the less.
it originates from a small screen within a room marked in a strange alien language. the screen has lit up, powered by ages old reserve cylinders. who knows where their power comes from
the screen is displaying a message, the bleeping is in time to a small red light that flashes on and off. obviously it's intention is to grab the attention of anyone that is listening.

the message, unlike everything else in this building, prints out in universal language and reads as thus:

MEETING POINT ATTAINED. LOCATION 45, 34, 87 SECTION 9.2. AWAITING RENDEZVOUS.

MEETING POINT ATTAINED. LOCATION 45, 34, 87 SECTION 9.2. AWAITING RENDEZVOUS.

MEETING POINT ATTAINED. LOCATION 45, 34, 87 SECTION 9.2. AWAITING RENDEZVOUS.

MEETING POINT ATTAINED. LOCATION 45, 34, 87 SECTION 9.2. AWAITING RENDEZVOUS.

MEETING POINT ATTAINED. LOCATION 45, 34, 87 SECTION 9.2. AWAITING RENDEZVOUS.

MEETING POINT ATTAINED. LOCATION 45, 34, 87 SECTION 9.2. AWAITING RENDEZVOUS.

...and so on*

*A new message comes up on a seperate screen. On it, a lithe Kamino tradesmen appears*

\/\/\ Greetings, my name is La'roo, head of a new weapons divison on Kamino. It appears that one of your vessels has come close to one of our projects. For a small price we will gladly activate him.
When activated, he will return to Kamino and receive a unit of our elite foot guard. If you reject our offer then our project will return to its previous state, and an offer will be made to another party... perhaps the jedi. I will need a reply soon.
Good-day to you all /\/\/

*The information flashes on screen, giving rough details of what is being sold. The cost is 25 million republican credits, plus damages*

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*as the message ends a loud crash comes from the venting panels in the ceiling. as it crashes in a cloud of dust kicks up and yells its surprise in an alien tongue, which is probably just as well.
after it shakes itself down and a face can be seen you kinda wish it had stayed dusty.
there stands a creature, a space tramp, with a long black overcoat made of some kind of non-descript animal hide, a black jumper and torn jeans pants. it's face a cross between a bulldog and a jungle hog with it's two tusks sticking out either side of it's wide grin on it's unshaven face.
it wanders over to the screen and reads the info very slowly.
it's eyes enlarge as it gets to the figure of credits.*

twonty fove miyyion!!

*after another long stare at the screen, the vent dwelling creature presses the reply button....*

< I can know. My character can't. And i won't let you take HPB's baby away. I'm sure he'll work with you if you tell him. >