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

*This glowing chamber (hence the name) is has a tiled floor not unlike that of a holodeck, except the color of the glowing stripes is more of an indigo than a red. It stretches off for a good distance, coming to roughly the size of a football field. A human-sized anthropomorphic rabbit carrying a bazooka is standing in the center, idly munching on a carrot while he waits*

[Darth Corrigible arrives, accompanied by Joseph]

[Corrigible] Hi.

Rabbit-Hi. I should warn you that you should only fight in here if you've got a really powerful shielding attack of some sort. Do you have one? Is it appropriately named? Can it withstand pretty much anything that you could throw at it?

*Casually aims the bazooka at Corrigible, still munching on the carrot thoughtfully*

If not, I'd seriously recommend rethinking this boss fight at this exact moment in time. Now then, answer the questions.

[Joseph] Um ... No? [runs back out again]

[Corrigible] ... Maybe.

Rabbit-Then I'm afraid that I can't let you fight here. At least someone in your party of fighters needs to have an incredibly powerful shielding technique.

*The Rabbit lowers his bazooka and gets back to chewing on his carrot*

Rabbit-Stupid adventurers....think they're ready for anything....

[Corrigible] Hmm. Actually, if you're willing to stretch the definition of "shileding" a little bit, and make it more of a defensive system, I might be able to whip something up. Or some/one/ up, anyway.

Rabbit-Sorry, it's a case-by-case thing. Let's see what you can whip up.

[Corrigible] Okay then! PATENTLY IMPOSSIBLE MEATSHIELD DEUS EX MACHINA!

[Laguna and Woogy just /appear/ in front of Corrigible]

[Laguna] Y HELO THAR!1!!!1!!111 ASL LOL!1!11!11!1!11!
[Subtitle: Why, hello there! What is your age, sex, and location? Ha ha ha ha!]

[Corrigible] Okay, who turned on subtitles?

*The Rabbit pulls out what looks like a tricorder and quickly scans the Arfenhouse people*

Rabbit-Feh! These two've died recently! To a loser like Evolvo, no less! They're your shielding? Come on, you've got some sort of magic or power or force about you, I can tell just by lookin' atcha. You can't just, like, say "Super Shield Of Ice" or something?

[Corrigible] Oh, if you insist. [is surrounded by a red glow] Forcec Shielding!

[Laguna and Woogy vanish again]

Rabbit-Was that "Force Shielding" or "Forcec Shielding"? I'm sorry, I don't have very good hearing....meh. Either way it should work. You can stay.

*The Rabbit hops to a floor panel, opens it, and falls back down. The floor panel closes, leaving no obvious way to open it again. As this is happening, a person who looks very much like a nerd runs in. He's wearing a nametag that reads "Name Dropper"*

Name Dropper-Hello! I am the mighty Name Dropper! Lighting 1....

*A flash of lightning appears behind him, for dramatic effect*

Name Dropper-I can perform any magical, supernatural, or martial arts technique, merely by knowing that move's name! And I can pummel you in security now that I have access to your Force(c) Shielding!

*As soon as he says this, a similar glow surrounds him*

Name Dropper-Pretty cool, huh?

[Corrigible] Yep. [draws and arms lightsaber] Good thing for me Forcec Shielding doesn't actually do anything except make you glow, huh?

[He raises his hand, and sends a blast of Sith lightning out at the Name Dropper.]

*Name Dropper darts to the side so quickly that he almost seems to teleport out of harm's way*

Name Dropper-That'd be "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire," courtesy my manga collection. MANGAR'S MIND BLADE!

*A piercing "blade" of mental energy delivers itself to Corrigible's psyche, courtesy The Bard's Tale games*

[Corrigible flexes, seeming unaffected]

[Corrigible] I'm a /Sith/. My powers are /mind/-based. I have defenses out the /wazoo/ against mental attacks.

[He attempts to use the Force to slam Name Dropper into the ceiling, not bothering to use any sort of elegance.]

Name Dropper-Meh. Mangar's the master of mind spells. I figured if any of his could stop it, his could. Oh, well....ACK!

*Name Dropper finds himself hurtling towards the ceiling*

Name Dropper-BAKUSAI TENKETSU!

*With just a poke, the ceiling breaks away, sending a veritable shower of granite down towards Y2K. Name Dropper jumps back down to the ground as Corrigible reacts to this*

[Corrigible promptly raises his hand, and the granite is now almost horizontally showering towards Name Dropper]

[Corrigible] A Ranma fan, eh?

Name Dropper-What can I say? Ranma's always learning new techniques. Techniques with names. Given my power, how could I NOT be a Ranma fan? YBARRA'S MYSTICAL COAT OF ARMOR!

*The air hardens around Name Dropper, providing an armor that the rubble harmlessly bounces off of*

So, what's the best this Force of yours can do, then? We'll be here all day if we don't hit the finale soon.

[Corrigible] Indeed. But since I don't know the exact range of your vocabulary, "what can I say" is a tough question.

[He clenches his fist; Name Dropper should feel a tightening sensation around his neck, and then his air is cut off.]

*Name Dropper tries to say something, and finds himself unable to. He quickly pulls a scrap of paper and a pen out of his pocket, and writes the phrase "GILE'S GILLS" onto the paper before dropping it. The paper vanishes in a puff of smoke when it hits the ground, and Name Dropper begins breathing easily again*

Name Dropper-Gotta love the Bard's Tale....they've got everything in those games....

[Corrigible, however, is nowhere to be seen. However, he now sends a blast of Sith Lightning at the Name Dropper from behind.]