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

*stands commandingly*

I am not a padawan, you can't scare me so easily

Ma'rol there is noone in there asides Anoon, I am her shield, her only defense...

You can come on board but not a single trooper is allowed

or are you weak now, needing 90 men rather to defend yourself

Oh you scare easily.. how many times have you disobeyed orders now?..

*sighs and senses annat*

And if your so skilled then why are you so dumb as to think i wouldnt know of my own sons birth. Stand aside or they both die

*90 guns click into place*

~~Anoon get off the ship now.. they will blow the ship have no doubt of that~~

*Souled Survivor zooms ovehead*

I never said anything of the such /Ambassodor/

yo seem to need a lot off men to hold up that ego though

*Anoon walks down the landing ramp of the deciver and looks around her*

enough of this Ma'rol... there is no need for this...

*the Souled Survivor airlock door blasts outwards, hitting three clone troopers*

*a robed figure drops out, golden lightsaber in hand and cleaves two more apart*

*the SS lands and Ring and SW-888 emerge, mowing down clones with blasters and SW's gatling blaster*

*smirks*

oh jotra.. so much potential..

*four bullets fly out of the back of the shuttle ma'rol got off, and smash into ring*

*Ring rolls under the SS, bleeding slightly*

*Ring takes out two more clones with pistol shots, and SW888 takes out another handful*

*Annat somersaults, landing next to Jo'tra and Anoon*

*smiles*

What did I miss?

Anoon, go no further...

he can see his son from there

*surveys the scene, obviously uninterested*

*the clones swarm to meet the new foe*

well my beloved husband showed up....

*SW888 presses a stud on his arm*

*A concussion torpedo fires and explodes, splattering clones to the four winds*

*smiles*

Oh good.

And the kid?

Ah my darling wife

*dodges a stray bullet*

Care to join me? *holds up hand and the clones back off*

*A heavy drop ship flies over head. Clones swarm out and take position above and around the scene*

*takes another step forward*
what do you want Ma'rol?

*stands there ever present silver saber in hand*

*places a thought in Ring's mind*

*the bounty hunters climb back in the ship, which flees the scene and lands, hidden, a number of miles away*

*the click of 900 guns being cocked echos around them*

*smiles*

300 to one odds. I think you'd better make a hasty retreat Anoon...